unedited/ not proofread (11/9/20)
This chapter is purely SMUT. Enjoy~
Sakura
A lot has happened in the span of a week, and all of that came to the intensity and the confusion of the past day and a half.
Sense? Out the window.
My mind? A mess of emotions and thoughts, some telling me to keep it together, others urging me to keep this going.
My body? Wanting this so bad, wanting the release of pent up tension I didn't even realize I had so much of.
I shouldn't have egged him on, pretended to forget the two instances where he made me feel so unbearably raw from his mouth alone. The way he ravishes me with his tongue, the way the tart, rich taste of this man makes my head spin, the way my thighs clench, hoping to quell whatever burgeoning feeling he manages to bring out of me. It's so clear that I want this man. And maybe I just need to move my pride aside and allow myself the sweet release this man could bring me.
Fuck it.
I want him.
Pride be damned.
I begin walking back, our tongues still tangled in their teasing dance, his hand firmly on my back walking with me, and we enter my apartment. I hear the door close. I don't even think about our bags that are left on the hallway floor. That can wait. The growing, carnal hunger growing from within me can't anymore.
I lift myself up, his hand giving me the necessary lift, and wrap my legs around him, eliciting a groan from the man who's been driving me crazy. My brain is in a haze now. A fog of lust covers every single crevice of my mind as his teeth capture my bottom lips, my eyes opening to the intensity of his eyes. The spark I've seen glimpses of now a fire roaring as clear as day, heat emanating from it as my back meets the wall.
He removes his lips from mine, and I have to take deep breaths, my eyes heavy with desire.
"You didn't forget."
"No, I didn't." My voice is a quiet whisper. "I didn't."
"And I'll make sure you won't."
"Then don't make me wait."
He looks surprised. For a single beat, I see the bafflement flash in his eyes. But it's gone in a blink, replaced by the sensual dance of flames blaring in his deep onyx eyes. And God, does it do something to my core.
I'm back on my feet, my back still on the wall, as his hands glide along my sides, leaving goosebumps in its wake. One hand stops and moves to the small of my back, the other continues, stopping at the hem of my skirt. My eyes are firmly on it as his hands disappear under my skirt, his fingers gliding along my skin, moving to my inner thigh making me release a long, breathy exhale.
His other hand squeezes my ass, and my eyes shoot up, meeting the ferocity in his gaze. He's considering every move, every reaction, every pant. And it's mesmerizing. It's mouthwateringly arousing.
His knuckles run up my inner thigh to the edge of my underwear, and the proof of my arousal is clear. I'm wet. I'm soaking for this infuriatingly gorgeous, maddeningly ridiculous man. I grip his shirt tighter as his hand nestles deeper as his finger touches my core through the thin lacy fabric.
"You want me." It's a low, lustful breath.
"Shut up."
He presses his finger onto my soaking core, teasing. I arch my back, my chest touching his body. I can hear a low chuckle, his breath tickling my ear. "Even when I'm about to give you what you want, you're still ridiculous."
I find myself chuckling too. "And you're stalling. What are you waiting for?" My teeth nibble at his earlobe before I whisper. "Fuck this ridiculous woman."
He moves the fabric covering my core before plunging a finger inside of me. It's a sudden entrance, making my head tilt back as I moan. I'm hot and I'm wet. The fingers of his free hand dig into my ass, strong, holding me in place. My head's on his shoulder now, my hands around his neck as I trail kisses on the curve of his neck.
His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as my breath hitches. Then, a second finger enter, and I choke out a breathless, "Fuck."
I can feel his breath on my neck as I nip and lick his skin, my leg raising, wrapping around his waist in a similar way I did this morning at the gym. I move my hips, following the rhythm of his fingers, and I hear a strained sound from his throat.
His fingers curl inside me, and my knees buckle, his hand on my ass firmly keeping me up. My body's screaming in desperation as his pace quickens.
"Hold on." he growls in my ear.
Then I scream, falling forward, my head buried in his neck as he's basked in every moan, every 'yes', every 'oh God' that leaves my lips. But I know it's far from over. I feel his erection against my stomach, hard, strained against his pants, and I feel myself shiver in anticipation.
I loosen my grip around his shoulders and move my head back and what I see is breathtaking. His hair's disheveled, his eyes blazing, his lips slightly open. Sasuke Uchiha, always put together, always incredibly serious, is staring at me, looking out of control, looking incredibly pent up, looking like he wants me. And fuck does that make me even wetter than I already am.
He withdraws his hand, and I sigh at the loss of his fingers buried inside me. I'm still floating, my body relaxing as I come down from the high his skilled fingers gave me. I still wonder how his tongue would work its magic on me, but it looks like that won't happen today. Because Sasuke Uchiha looks like he can no longer wait. He needs release. And I am more than willing to give it to him for another chance at that irresistible high.
I lower my leg on his waist so both my feet are on the floor. His hand is still gripping my ass as I lift my blouse, revealing a red bra. He's right, I am partial to this color. And I might wear it more often if it means I get to see the unbridled heat in his eyes.
His hand leaves my ass, and my fingers pull at the buttons of his shirt, removing the piece clothing to reveal the hard chest and defined abs of a man who clearly loves the gym as much as I do. The muscles in his upper arm tense, and I enjoy the sight in front of me. But I can't keep teasing the poor man.
A mischievous smile lifts my lips as I lightly push his chest. I walk forward, him moving back until the back of his legs hit the couch, and I push him down.
"Sakura."
My name escapes his lips, swollen from our lip locks, and mixed with his complete and utter arousal, it's no wonder it drives me crazy,
My hands go to my back, unclasping the bra and letting it fall to the ground. His fist grips the couch, trying to restrain himself and that makes me feel incredibly powerful, incredibly wanted, and incredibly titillated.
His hands move to my hip, one finding the zipper of my skirt, his fingers moving the slider down and the white skirt falls, pooling around my feet. I can see the tent in his pants, strained, and the man is clearly in need of release.
"And you complain about my penchant for black?" He manages to say.
I shrug. "You don't seem to hate my color choice."
I'm standing in front of him, the only piece of clothing left on my body is my panties, and they're completely useless, completely soaked. But I won't remove them yet.
I lean in closer, my body bending forward, our faces not even an inch apart, my lips just a breath away from his as I bring a hand to his chest, lightly grazing my nails on his skin as it moves down until it's on top of the hard tent of his pants.
He grunts, his eyes not leaving mine. I dig into one of his pockets and find his wallet. Surely, he'd have a condom in there, like every man. And sure enough, he takes the wallet from me and out comes the familiar packaging. I let my fingers do the work of unbuckling his belt, lowering the zipper of his pants, and removing the pesky thing altogether, letting his erection spring out, free from its constrictions. And God, he's big.
My heart drums in my chest as I stare at his length, up in attention because of me, and it's still so difficult to believe that this man wants me.
"I'd give you a blowjob, but it looks like you can't wait," I joke, wanting to dissolve the cacophony of mixed emotions about to well up inside me because I don't want to listen to reason right now. I want to listen to my body, and my body wants this. We're both adults. This is strictly between us. And as much as he infuriates me at times, I want his release, and I want it done inside of me.
He looks like he doesn't appreciate the joke, however. "Sakura."
I take the condom from him, ripping it open and place it on his length, the feel of my fingers making him shiver in response.
Then, I move back, removing the only thing left covering my core from him, and I'm bare as I gaze at him both playfully and aroused. His hand is at the base of his cock, and I lick my lips before both my knees are on either side of his lap, my bare core positioned above his ready length. My hands are on his shoulders and his are on my hips, then I lower myself slowly, a small gasp leaving me as his tip parts my folds. I feel his tongue on my chest, then a nip on my pebbled nipple making my eyes widen. In my moment of surprise, he pulls me down, his entire length buried beneath my folds, and I scream out a curse.
"Sasuke!" I chide breathlessly.
He doesn't seem to care as he licks and nips my right breast, massaging the other with his hand, pinching the nipple between his fingers and making me fall forward in the sensation.
My toes curl as I tighten around him, relaxing to raise myself back up, just to meet his rising hips in rhythmic thrusts. His jaw clenches as I move my hips around him with every thrust. He pushes into me with the force of a man on a mission, that being pleasure. Mine and his, and does it feel oh, so good.
His hands are rough on my hips, and I feel his tongue move from my chest to my neck, to my chin and I lower my head to meet his lips, our mouths melding together as he pounds into me, relentless. I'm desperate to come again, and he's desperate for release. There's no shying away. This is rough, this is fast, this is hard, and it feels incredible. He's pulling every sharp breath from my lungs, and I'm clenching around him, urging his liberation.
I'd enjoyed sex in the past, but this… This is different. This is earth-shattering, this is bodies molding together as one in a wild want. I capture his tongue between my lips, sucking on it, giving him a mental image of what I could have given him if he weren't so pent up already. He growls, his fingers tangling themselves into my hair and giving it a tug, making me release him, granting him a view of my neck.
His rhythm is upped, and I'm completely lost in the ecstasy as he rocks into me, firm, forceful. "Oh, Sasuke, yes!"
His hold on my hair loosens, and my eyes shoot back to his as I feel the delicious creeping of my second orgasm coming, coming up my spine to take over my entire being. I know he's close, too, his muscles contracting as he pushes into me as deep as he can.
"Fuck!"
I place a palm on his chest as I feel my body soaring, completely spent, but he hasn't stopped even as I clenched my walls around him so tight. He's close, though. His grunts bless my ears as his relentless ness continues until I feel his release, his body tensing, his eyes shutting close as his head tilts back.
My heart is pounding against my chest, and I feel his doing the same.
Here we are in my living room naked, the smell of sex filling the room as I catch my breath. And the fog clouding my mind begins to lift.
I just fucked my neighbor.
I just fucked Sasuke Uchiha.
And fuck, did it feel amazing.
Notes:
As promised, here is the long awaited smut chapter! Aftermath will have to wait til next chapter, but I hope you enjoyed (wink) this one.
Also it looks like I might be updating everyday this week lmao, but lets see if I can keep that up.
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