note.
Um hey. Took me quite a lot of control to stop myself from writing something truly smutty this chapter. Most of you probably know that I started writing smut before I started with any stories anyway XD
Got a few questions as to whether there will actually be smut, and the answer is yes, but I'll probably be posting it as a separate one shot (you'll know when it's up, I'll drop a note), as I promised myself to keep PTL smut-free.
track 62.
"Sakura..." he warned. Knowing that if she allowed him, he wouldn't be able to stop until she said something again. Giving her a chance to back out.
Screw pride. Screw decency. Screw everything! If she was going to take advantage of him anyway, she'd go the whole way!
"I'm." She bit out. "I'm wet."
Sasuke openly gawked at her. He knew she had no filter, but this was at another level. Goddamit all. He hadn't expected how hot she'd sound if things like that came out.
His hands placed either side of her head, he forced his eyes to look away as he dropped in the empty space between her and the wall - because dammit, she was blushing and flushed and she looked amazing and dammit he loved this girl so much, especially when she was straightforward and honest and everything he wasn't - "You're the one that wanted to read it."
"But the book isn't why I'm wet. It's you! You and your stupid boner that you're trying so hard to hide as if I wouldn't know why you keep on going your stomach, and you whispering my name into your pillows like some stupid prepubescent girl!"
She had heard him.
He looked away guiltily. Sakura had heard him fantasizing doing all the things he wanted to do to her. Over. Under. And around. He felt himself burn all over. Whether it was from being caught red-handed or because of how overcome with lust - he wasn't sure.
The fact that Sakura may have saw him almost-
And that the main character in his version had been-
He paused. Things really could get worse.
Worse, because he'd actually keyed her into Icha Icha of all things! The kinkiest shit he'd ever seen - read, really - in his whole eighteen years of living, complete with toys and all. And he was sure she'd read the same passage as him because Sakura would only ever read in chronological order and the scene was the very first in the book.
And instead of chastising him (would she really have though? He spared a thought), she was offering him the chance to actually do something.
He'd felt bad for having dreams of her, but that he could still treat as simple hormonal behavior based on his attraction to her. But having her play out the main role in Icha Icha of all things... degrading her to act out that harlot of a female lead...
Sakura nude would be beautiful, all soft skin and peaches and cream under him writhing, whispering things into his mouth as she gasped out his name over and over... He'd take her first on the floor and then on the door and she'd be crying in ecstasy. He could almost hear the buzz of a toy referenced in the book, why they would carry it to dinner he had no idea - nor did he want to know - it was his own sequence and he had no intention of using it. But she would scream how good she felt, how much she loved him and she'd let him love her before she climbed on top of him, stroking his back, combing through his hair. With her personality, she'd want to take control, and he'd let her have his way as he pleasured her with his hands, his mouth, his -
Dammit all. Profanities escaped under his breath.
Sasuke tried desperately to rid his running thoughts as he felt himself grow tighter. In truth, he knew that she'd probably blush a few dozen different shades of pink and perhaps be momentarily sickened by his own rendition of the fictional events but still be willing to forgive him if he apologized and by the gods, how awkward they would be when Monday came by- hell, even Naruto was going to be a problem- how was he going to face his parents when they asked for an explanation as to why Sakura no longer dropped by-
And Sakura kissed him. Silencing his thoughts.