SasuHina Month 2024:

Day 3 - Shy and Bold

Day 8 - Loud and Quiet

There's no title for what they are to each other.

They exchange saliva more than they do words. When they touch, it's instinctive. There are no instructions for how to act; they still stumble like it's their first time.

They bump knees when she pulls at his waistband, his body hovering over hers. He slides his tongue down her throat and she has to stiffen her mewls to not wake her room mate one door over.

His hands sometimes guide her to him, like now. His fingers are warm and the feeling of them over hers causes her ears to burn. She's slow in pace, but she knows he likes it when she drums her thumb over his tip. She can feel a small amount spill over in anticipation and can hear his breath catch briefly.

Sometimes, they mumble into each other's skin. They don't address their exchange of words; they serve the purpose of filling the room with distractions to cloak their whimpers and groans. They wrestle on her twin size mattress, never settling on who wants to be in charge. It's usually him, but lately the darkness of her room gives her the confidence to take the lead.

He's under her now and she can't help but pin his left wrist against her headboard, engulfing him with her mane. He enjoys the sight - the feeling of her thighs as she straddles him, the way her tank top rises to show more skin, the pressure she puts to keep him in place.

She presses against him, chest to chest, and he takes the opportunity to pull her shirt off with his free arm, eager to have their skins touch. "I want to feel you," She whispers, and it comes out breathy because she's so focused on rolling her hips over his. He likes when she speaks her mind. He savors when she's forward with him. It makes his dick twitch that she wants him as badly as he wants her.

He frees his restrained wrist and grips at her shorts, fingers wriggling into her underwear as he pushes the fabric to the side for them to find the sweet spot between her legs. She leans in, gasping when two fingers curl inward, stretching her for his eventual arrival.

He can smirk in peace because she can't see him that well in the shadows, not that she was paying attention - her eyes tighten closed, shifting enough for him to shove a third one in. Even blind, she takes a hold of his length in her palm, starting at his base and pumping softly, his excitement leaking onto her hand again. He catches his own breath, feeling her tease him just as he does to her.

It's graceless when they kiss. They bump teeth, their noses sometimes poke into their cheeks awkwardly. Her throat is dry when he sucks on her lips, running his canines over them lightly. He knows it causes her brain to short circuit. It leaves her unable to speak without her gasps drowning out her ability to think.

When she's free out of her clothes and he's wrapped his member, she sinks onto him like a pro. She doesn't wince because her body remembers how he fills her, his cock a constant visitor, warming her up immediately even from the thin barrier of the condom. As she angles to deepen his presence, her mind fills her with fantasies of there being no rubber barrier. She'd love for him to fill her entirely, and the idea makes her rock onto him harder.

He holds her hips in place, thrusting into her, bringing her head just above his, because he can fuck and kiss simultaneously and he's too selfish to pick one action over the other. She's the sweetest like this.

He whispers her name in her mouth, her hair, the crook of her neck, his nose nuzzled into the small space so he can drown in her sweat and faint perfume. He tugs at her skin all over, trails of marks leading to her breast, eventually curling his tongue around one bud while his hand twirls the other.

"Sasuke," She calls breathlessly, rolling into him to meet his pace, wanting to sink even further onto the man under her. He doesn't mind the view because it only belongs to him right now. He's selfish and he owns it, lowering his hands to her rear to give it a squeeze.

When she pauses to catch her breath, he gently lifts her off of him, mourning the loss of her warmth. "Turn around." It's velvet in tone but it's nonetheless a demand, and she does, sinking onto the sheets as he adjusts behind her, parting her open with just his palm.

The anticipation only heightens her desire, because he is a constant tease. He admires the view, drums his fingers from her ankles up her thighs. He's close, but he wants to keep it going, because being with her like this is timeless. He lazily drags a hand on his member, stroking it as his other teases her entrance again, massaging her folds.

He leans into her when he's ready, catching her by surprise when he thrusts himself whole in her warmth again, no longer needing to slow the pace from before. He doesn't move for a moment, letting her adjust to him anyway, absorbing her whines, the pillow beneath her muffling her voice.

When she wobbles on her knees, she turns her head to him, meeting his gaze with her lavender eyes. The soft slaps of their skin and her restrained moans only make him hasten his pace, but he pushes her flat against the bed, his own knee pinning her under him.

She gasps at their proximity, his mouth just above the shell of her ear. "Hinata." He says, over and over. At every enunciation of each syllable in her name, he can feel her squeeze him harder, as if locking him in. This is his favorite position because it's akin to their bodies merging.

He rests his palm on the back of her head, keeping it down on the pillow, maintaining his pace. He holds his breath, because the lack of air in his lungs gives him an endurance boost. He doesn't want it to end. He never does.

Being beneath him is her favorite, too. Feeling him right behind her gets the hairs on her arms to raise and makes her toes curl. She's close, and she's sure he can tell. Or feel. Does it matter? He's the reason. He always is.

"Sasuke." She whispers and it just makes him growl, the vibrations of his voice echoing against her neck. The heat from his mouth, his body - she wants it all. She would drown it in happily.

"What do you want?" He asks, angling himself deeper, feeling as her walls clench him tighter. He doesn't stop his pace, the soft slaps of his balls echoing from his thrusts.

He hears her say "You" but he keeps going, keeps asking anyway. He doesn't stop his thrusts and he can feel herself tighten around him the more she says his name. She just repeats it over and over, faintly whispering it until he comes.

Their first time was not special. Spontaneous, but not special. He drops Shikamaru off, then Sakura, then Naruto. They saw a movie and it was his turn to drive. Her house is on the way to his anyway, so it made sense for her to go home last. They're practically neighbors.

"Are you in a rush?"

The windows were down, and the dry heat of the evening while he drove created enough wind for her hair to blow and the flares of her dress to softly move against her thighs. He caught a glimpse when he reached for a pack of gum. Had they always looked so soft? He feigned interest at stop signs, speed bumps, street lights. But as he drove, he couldn't stop looking at her.

She noticed after the second glance, but didn't say anything. Just tucked her hair behind her ears and stared straight ahead, suddenly nervous that he was staring at her so much. He never really looked at her this intensely before. They didn't really talk much between each other, usually surviving off the conversations from their more extroverted friends with the occasional chime-ins.

She hesitates, at risk of not wanting to annoy him. He's never asked her anything before, much less her company. "What were you thinking?"

With her eyes on him, he tugs at his shirt collar awkwardly, chewing on the inside of his cheek. In spite of being decently experienced, he's hesitant to voice his attraction and need. She could reject him and feel uncomfortable, and that would cause a divide amongst their friend group.

Still, he risks it, because he's selfish and suddenly in a position of immense need. He raises his brows slowly, hoping his silence speaks for itself.

When she turns fully to face him, she starts to flush.

He stretches his hand over the center console, dangling his wrist lightly, letting his right hand almost touch her thigh. He leaves it there, gauging if she will get the hint now. "Yes." She says quietly, and only then does he palm her thigh with a squeeze. It stays there until he parks behind the local grocery store, parking lot empty except for them.

When he shuts the engine off, he manually rolls his windows up and pulls the lever underneath his seat all the way back, eventually adjusting his seat to lay low. She follows his stead, rolling her window to close. He waits until she starts unbuckling her seatbelt, and only then does she slowly make her way into his lap, the dress covering his legs, hiking up to her thighs.

She meets his eyes hesitantly, wanting him to take the lead. She can feel sweat trickle down the back of her neck, because being under his gaze in this position feels embarrassing. But she's nineteen, and he's never looked at her before. Not like this. And the reflection of the streetlamp in his gaze is making her melt all over.

His hands move to her lower back, and he brings her down for their lips to touch. He kneads at her legs as he kisses her stupidly, because there's no feelings, just attraction and instinct. She stumbles but eventually follows his rhythm, their tongues eventually joining.

It doesn't take much for her to want him, not when she can feel him through his jeans. His desire for her stirs her insides, and she's eager to meet him in her own need. He's already tearing the condom wrapper he yanked lazily from his driver side pocket, her hands unbuckling his belt in a haste.

The straps to her dress loosen eventually, one falling off her shoulder as he angles himself into her, letting her slowly slide down on his cock. He holds her in place by her hips, and she winces from the sensation. She's heard he was a good fuck through gossip, but to experience it only makes me want to confirm the rumors. He absolutely knows what he's doing.

Steam fills his car, tears fill her eyes, her fingers press and stain the window, and she uses his seat headrest to hold herself in place as she moves on him. He groans, matching her speed as she bites back her own noises.

"I'm-"

He shuts her up with his mouth when he leans forward, swallowing her words. He can feel when she comes on him, and he waits until she rides it out, appreciating how she tightens again. When they part, she's still panting, and he admires the way her eyelids begin to drop, the wisps of her hair sticking along her cheeks, the sweat stains growing on her chest through the fabric of her dress.

He's always known her to be beautiful, but he thinks she looks even better like this. He doesn't say anything when he finishes, but he knows he'll ask her again and is confident she'll say yes once more.

Don't tell anyone.

They share this rule because neither want to risk ruining the dynamics of their friend group. They don't date, and agree that the occasional physical union was good enough for their primal needs. Besides, neither had the time to be serious, nor the interest in expanding their relationship beyond what it was. It was just easier this way.

At their study sessions, Sasuke always sits next to Naruto. Hinata brings snacks. Sakura shares her notes, and Naruto always ends up needing Hinata to reteach the material he was too distracted to pay attention to during the lecture. Rinse and repeat.

Since their impromptu car sex, they have met at least four times a week for the past 2 semesters. Both found it easy to be together when they were already so comfortable. It helped that it fit between their compacted academic workload, too.

They knew what each other liked and detested. Her mouth was the best his dick's ever had. His tongue worked wonders, well, everywhere. He knew every crevice of her body like the back of his hand. He was fluent in her.

They used to only reunite after exams or club activities, but then it started happening during semester breaks. Once, he almost asked her if she wanted to meet his parents, but he held back when his dick touched the back of her throat. The sensation alone made him forget for a brief moment what he had been thinking about for weeks.

Would it be so strange to want more? Out of fear of complicating things, he kept these thoughts to himself. Why ruin a good thing?

Sometimes, she'd sneak into his dorm. She lived off campus, but he shared a flat with 4 other guys. She'd deny the excitement that bubbled in her stomach when she'd come after hours, hiding in his room for the night. It added flavor to their sessions when there was a chance that they'd be discovered. She googled what agoraphilia was, but kept that to herself. Last thing she wanted was for him to think she was a minx. Or at least, confirm any suspicions of being one.

It's really his fault that anything close to being in public aroused her now.

In reality, no one really gave a shit who Sasuke was fucking. Especially Naruto and Sakura, who noticed early on that Sasuke liked her. Their acts of secrecy was just the occasional joke in the separate group chat that served to point out every little thing they did that proved they were fuck buddies.

narutoad10: she's wearing it again hehehe

pinky_blossom: The shirt?

narutoad10: that vanilla perfume - idk how teme hates sweets but like the smell of that shit

pinky_blossom: How can you tell he likes it…

Eventually, they added more people to the secret Discord.

Inubaz00ka: he's rite, he's a lil too close to her hair for no reason

pinky_blossom: That doesn't prove anything

Sasuke lazily dangles his arm around the back of his chair, his wrist behind Hinata. They all pause and turn at the dark-haired man.

Feeling the looks from Sakura, Naruto and Kiba, he rolls his eyes. "What?" Hinata's too focused on her laptop to notice. She pushes her glasses up with her index finger and continues typing, oblivious of the exchanged glances from everyone else.

Sakura returns to her phone.

pinky_blossom: Hinata isn't reacting..

narutoad10: cuz she likes it, duhh

narutoad10: let me try something when she goes to the cafeteria

As if on cue, Hinata excuses herself and pushes her chair back softly, grabbing her wallet to leave the library for snacks. Sasuke pulls his arm back as she leaves, and he refocuses back on his tablet, reviewing his notes.

"I think I'm gonna ask Hinata out." Naruto says casually, breaking the brief silence as soon as she's out of earshot. Sakura and Kiba watch Sasuke's hand clench.

Kiba laughs. "You don't got a chance."

"I dunno, he might. She's always liked him." Sakura shrugs, gauging how her words land. Sasuke doesn't look up, but he bites the inside of his cheek.

"I'll ask her at the party tonight. What do you think, teme?"

Sasuke looks up, feeling his teeth grind. He keeps his face neutral, because this should not bother him. It's none of his business, and she is not his.

"Do what you want."

"Did Naruto ask you out?" He asks this after pulling her ponytail lightly, her mouth popping quickly off his dick. He's hoping the flush on his cheeks are the end result of her giving him head and not his embarrassment for asking about something that, again, is none of his business.

But Sasuke is selfish, and he doesn't care how she perceives his curiosity.

She licks her lips, looking up at him. He almost wants to just shove his dick back in her mouth, because seeing her all confused with swollen lips makes his cock twitch.

"He did." She says, using her index finger to swipe the precum from the corner of her mouth. "Why?"

He doesn't respond. She lowers herself again, her mouth breathing onto his still throbbing member. "I said no." She whispers before taking him in, the creases in his forehead suddenly relaxing to her touch. He doesn't ask her about it again.

She isn't sure what to make of his change in demeanor. It's been two weeks since they fucked, and she's suddenly self conscious. Does he not want her anymore?

She always focused on what they agreed initially, adamant about keeping the status quo if it meant she could be with him. Even if it was just physical, she savored sighing his name and unapologetically embracing her time with the Uchiha.

Of course she would catch feelings first. It was wishful thinking to believe he'd look at her beyond sex. And she had no hope of it being more than that, but was content enough with at least catching his eye, even for a while.

So when he starts pulling out her chair in front of her friends, she's surprised. She whispers a "Thanks" and hopes the lighting in the library dulls out the redness on her face. She ignores how it feels to get his attention like this, because it goes against what they agreed to in the first place.

She tries to mask her surprise when he pulls out her favorite chips from his bag about an hour later, just when her body clock was telling her to goto the vending machine. Again, it matters little to him that their friends' eyes widen at his sudden generosity. He's otherwise empty handed for the rest of the table, but it's apparent he doesn't care about the optics of his actions.

For good measure, the next time they all meet, he sits next to her, uncaring that they can see him put his hand on her knee. She tries not to react, but the confusion of his mixed signals just fries her brain and leaves her unable to format a coherent thought. She doesn't even join the conversation about their literary analysis and just nods along to whatever Sakura says, because his fingers rotate slowly around her bone, dancing along each ridge of her knee.

Only after the rest of them leave for the night, does she ask him what he's doing.

"I don't understand you." She whispers, frowning.

He lifts his hand, but she puts her over it, keeping it on her knee. "I'm showing you." He says, meeting her eyes. "...and them."

"I thought you didn't..." He's surprised her for the third time today, and she's holding back the smile that's slowly forming on her face.

The upward curve of her mouth is making him grind his teeth, eager to lean in. He thought giving her space would give clarity if it was just his dick thinking for him again, but he should have known that it hasn't been the case for months. He wants to kiss her, and he hopes he'll let her. It's no longer a biological urge, it's sentimental.

Scanning over the bookshelves and noticing that there was no one around to look, he leans forward, brushing her hair to the side. "I do." He says finally, settling on his feeble response. The now is implied. He's too proud to admit that being this forward is unbecoming of an Uchiha - they are sought after, not the ones seeking validation.

He's confident in theory, but in a situation like this, he can only function if there's a chance. He's not equipped to handle rejection, and is already mentally preparing his escape route if she declines. He'll gladly drop a class and take it over just to avoid the shame of his unrequited feelings.

She nods, recovering from how his breath tickles her face. Even in his short response he is being reticent about his intentions. "I don't want to guess…just say it." She mumbles.

He cranes his neck, cupping her cheek. He gives up, because he's weak to her pleas and the way her eyes fixate on him only makes him feel smaller than he does now. He takes in a breath before responding. "I want you. Everywhere. If you'll have me."

He can breathe now, because she smiles longingly, relieved to hear what she's wanted since the first night. "Okay."

She leans into him and doesn't care who sees. She hopes everyone does.

(narutoad10 added hina_12 and )

narutoad10: so are y'all finally together or

: what is this chat?

pinky_blossom: just say yes already so i can win my bet

hina_12: …bet?

pinky_blossom: that he would fold. :)

: Yes.

hina_12: Yes.

narutoad10: you both replied at the same time LOL

( has left the chat.)

narutoad10: no fun. dickhead

A/N: Just a nsfw one shot for SasuHina Month 2024 to get the itch out of me. I have some writer's block and wanted to get something out since this kinda stuff won't make an appearance in Differently for a minute. Dedicate to Katrin. This was originally posted on AO3 but thought I could put it here too. Going to fight myself from making this a two parter. Enjoy! :o)