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He had an assignment due in a week, not to mention an exam in a month. He should be working, should be studying.
He should be focused.
So then, why couldn't he get a certain pinkette out of his head?
The way her lips felt, brushing against his with determination. Her body pressed flush against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest. His hand wrapped around her waist while hers pulled at his hair.
Fuck. Fuck.
He wanted to kiss her again.
The kiss was too short. It ended too abruptly. He wanted to kiss her until he was sick of it. To kiss her properly.
Privately.
Naruto’s grating voice interrupted them the last time. Sasuke had half a mind to beat the shit out of him for it, but resorted to glaring at him the entire night. He tried looking around for Sakura, but she’d disappeared.
While he was ashamed to admit it, he had gotten aroused. While lying in bed, the memories flooded back, along with the sensations. He’d tried to sleep, he really did. But the tent in his pants wouldn't allow it.
He’d gotten off to her that night, and to all the scenarios he’d create, all the what-ifs. What if they hadn't been interrupted? What if they’d taken it to somewhere private?
When he saw her enter the classroom, he debated dropping it. Purely due to the fact that he wouldn't be able to focus with her sitting right next to him. The man had rubbed one out to the thought of her just last night; now she was seated a few inches away from him.
Even worse, she’d grabbed onto him, telling him they needed to talk.
Talk. Talking was the last thing on his mind when he rushed out of that room. But, he couldn't tell her that, so he took her to the study room he’d reserved. Partly to get a start on his work, but also to be alone with her.
The laughable part is, she apologized for kissing him. Like she regretted it, or it was some sort of mistake. Said it was because of her fucking ex-boyfriend.
Here he was thinking she’d been overjoyed to see him. So much so, she felt the need to kiss him.
He fought the urge to push her against the wall and make her forget about that dickhead.
But he controlled himself. She was struggling to get her words out as it was, it wasn't the appropriate time to make such a bold move.
Yet, Sasuke was left imagining what he would do. Maybe he’d start by slipping his hand under her baggy sweater, hands tracing her figure all the way until they reached her tits. He’d unclasp her bra and play with her rosy buds.
Suck on them.
Bite them.
He slams his laptop shut.
It was clear Sasuke wasn't going to get any work done in this state. He was far too fixated on studying Sakura’s body, rather than his notes.
Packing up his stuff, he exits the library, planning to grab a bite before heading back to his shared dorm with Naruto.
He only makes it a few steps into the hall when he hears a booming voice from the right of him.
“Forget about that bitch, Sasori. What did she fucking expect to happen when she refused to sleep with you? It's no wonder you had to fuck another girl.”
Slowly, Sasuke turned his head, he saw two people standing to the side: Sasori’s back was turned to him, and his friend Deidara was in front of him.
“Probably wouldn't even have been a good fuck, anyway. Made herself out to be some saint. It pissed the shit out of me.” Sasori let out a breathy chuckle, “I guess I got back at her with that rumor though.”
“Oh yeah, the one where she fucked her professor?” Diedara burst out laughing.
Sasuke had a past.
If he had to specify when it started, he’d say right around the time his parents died and his older brother became his legal guardian.
Sasuke hung around the wrong crowd. You could say he was a delinquent. He would do drugs, smoke, and get into fights. That sort of thing.
He was in a dark place at the time. All he could remember feeling was this emptiness. He now knows the reason he’d associated himself with the wrong people was because they didn't care about him. Not his well-being, and not his emotions.
With them, Sasuke didn't need to face all the shit in his life. He didn't need to fix himself.
But, with Sakura and Naruto, they’d never stop trying to help him. He never paid them any attention; he wouldn't let himself.
However, everything changed when he almost overdosed. He was sent to the hospital and thankfully, was fine. But when he awoke to the faces of his two friends with tears in their eyes. When his brother pulled him in for a tight hug.
The emptiness was filled with something else.
Love.
Not from himself.
No, not at the time.
He couldn't find it in him to love himself, and doubted he could bring himself to love others properly.
The love. It came from the three people in his hospital room. The ones who were beside him during his entire stay. Who fell asleep beside him.
The ones who cried for him.
He decided then, he would change for them. Until he could find the strength to change for himself.
And so, that day, he swore off any violence. He planned never to fight again.
But overhearing two fucking assholes talk about Sakura. Hearing them call her a bitch. spreading lies about her, talking about her like she had it coming?
His body moved before his mind could process what he was doing.
Diedara paled when he caught sight of him, causing Sasori to turn around.
And that’s when Sasuke sent a fist flying to his jaw.
–
His hands ache from the punches he landed, his knuckles bloodied, and his face is no doubt bruised. He feels a sharp sting from his lips, so he can assume it's probably split.
Well, no matter.
Sasori looked worse than Sasuke did, and he found comfort in that.
If it were up to himw, he’d have just patched himself up, but Naruto, the one who broke the fight up– after a few moments of watching, he might add– forced him to get checked up by the nurse.
He was left waiting on an empty bed for someone to check on him. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching, when the curtains were pushed back, he expected to be greeted by a middle aged woman, so you can imagine his surprise when he came face to face with Sakura.
And it seems she’s just as shocked as he is.
She puts her clipboard down on the table next to the bed and rushes over to him. She holds his face in her hands, tilting it to examine the damage with her eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“Sasuke, what happened?!”
The worry in her voice made him feel guilty, despite his lack of regret.
“Don't worry, you should see the other guy.” He makes an attempt at a joke.
It doesn't land, and only causes her to scowl.
“This isn't funny.” She runs her eyes over his face, her thumb rubbing up and down his cheek, “You’re hurt.” She frowns.
He lifts his hand to cover her own, “I hardly feel anything. I’m okay, Sakura.”
She lets out a sigh and removes her hands. Sasuke almost moves to chase them, to feel the warmth of them engulf his face.
He watches her open a cabinet above the nurse’s desk, her shirt lifting to reveal a glimpse of her stomach as she does. Sasuke’s eyes lock onto it, for as briefly as it was shown to him.
Sakura walks towards him, placing the things she brought on a metal tray before turning to him with a cotton ball and tweezers.
As she starts to dab at the blood that spilled from his nose, she asks, “Who was it?”
For a moment, Sasuke hesitates to answer. He doesn't want to tell her who it was, but seeing as the alternative was lying to her, he guessed he had to.
“Sasori.” He mumbled.
Her movements paused for a beat before she started moving once more. “I see. And may I ask why?”
“He was… annoying.”
She releases a breath, “Can’t disagree with that.”
When she finishes removing the blood from his nose, she moves down toward his lips. Sasuke lifts his gaze when she doesn't start, only to see her looking at his lips. By the look in her eyes, he could tell what was going on behind them.
Seems he isn't the only one daydreaming about their kiss.
“Sakura,” He smirks.
She flinches, realizing she’d been caught practically drooling at his lips and flushes wildly.
“I was just inspecting the cut!” She chokes out.
“Ah, of course.” He says, not believing her.
Sakura finishes cleaning off all the blood and patches the cut. He had light bruising around his eye; it didn't seem too bad, so she recommended putting an icepack on it as soon as he got back to his dorm.
She’d finished, yet Sasuke hadn't made a move to leave. For some reason, he was afraid that if he’d left, things would go normal between them.
That was the last thing he wanted.
He loved interacting with her, with the possibility of it leading to other things.
He didn't want to go back to normal.
Which is why he grabbed her hand, pulling her back to stand in between his legs. She gasps, placing her hands on his shoulders, looking at him with wide eyes.
“Are you mad?”
Sakura looked at him, a hint of guilt painted across his face. She sighs, “Of course not. I could never be mad at you.”
His eyes move to look at her lips for a moment before returning to her eyes, “Is that right?”
He watches the red in her face spread, likely feeling the shift in the room, “Ye-Yes.”
Sasuke’s hand reaches behind her knee, pulling her onto the bed. Now, much closer to him, he leans in slowly, his eyes searching hers for permission.
“Your lip– It could start to bleed again–” She says, yet her body doesn't seem to agree, leaning closer towards him, until they could feel each other's breath on their lips.
“I don't care.” He whispers, before his lips slam onto hers.
It’s more intense than the first time. The difference is that now that they’d both already had a taste, they craved more.
Sakura lifts her other knee onto the bed, straddling him. His hand grips her thighs. Their lips move hungrily with desire, tongues dancing as they fight to pull one another closer. Sakura’s hands raked through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp, making him groan, and kiss her harder.
Sasuke’s hands make their way under her shirt, feeling her bare skin across his palm. He cups her tits in his hand, causing her to let out a whimper.
Fuck.
Shit.
He wasn't sure if he could stop at just a kiss.
He wanted more.
Then, Sakura’s hips start to move. He pulls away, letting out a moan.
“Ngh– Sakura–”
She doesn't respond, her lips moving to his neck, sucking, biting, licking. Not stopping until she leaves a mark, then repeats. All while Sasuke is grinding her hips onto his erection.
Sakura pants against his neck, “We- We need to stop, someone could come in.”
It takes everything in him to halt his movements, “Yeah– Yeah…”
Yet, their lips still linger across one another, her body remains on top of his. Her hands still in his hair, his on her hips.
They hesitate to part until they hear a door open.
Sakura scrambles off his lap, and he throws a blanket over his lap, concealing his hard-on from whoever their unwelcomed guest was.
Lo and behold, the head that pokes inside the curtain is none other than Naruto.
That fucking cockblocker.
Sasuke was going to kill him.
No, that would be too quick a punishment.
Perhaps he’d accidentally pour water on his laptop. Or maybe he’d unplug his phone every night when Naruto went to sleep and leave the flashlight on, so that it would be dead when he woke up.
Yes. That's what he would do.
He’d teach that fucker a lesson.
“Sorry for interrupting, Sakura. I just wanted to make sure Sasuke actually listened when I told him to get checked up.” He says, his hand scratches the back of his neck.
“No worries, you weren't interrupting at all!” Her voice is unusually high.
Her eyes land on Sasuke’s neck and widen. She quickly rushes over and slaps a hand on his neck. Both boys look at her with confusion, until Sasuke realizes what she was doing.
The hickeys.
His dick twitches at the reminder; he’d forgotten about them. She must be trying to hide them from Naruto.
His blond friend may be an idiot, but he could put two and two together.
“Uh, is everything alright?” Naruto asks.
Sakura looks around the room, trying to come up with an excuse for her sudden movements, “Oh, well, I saw a fly on his neck, don't worry, I killed it!”
Naruto looks at her for a moment with confusion before shrugging, “Alright, well, I'll wait for you outside. See you, Sakura!”
She waves at him with the hand that wasn't holding his neck, and Sasuke grunts in response, burning holes through his back as he leaves.
When the door shuts, Sakura lets out a breath of relief.
“That was close.” She turns back to look at him.
Moving her hand down from his neck to his shoulder, she flushes, and he can only assume she’s taking in the marks she painted on him.
He, for one, couldn't wait to get a look at them.
“You should go.”
“I'm gonna need a minute to calm down.” His eyes look down pointedly.
“Ah- Yes! Take- Take all the time you need.” She scurries back to her desk, closing the curtain behind her.
–
“Ah… Fuck–”
Sasuke’s fist engulfs his cock, stroking feverishly. His hand rests against the wall, waterdrops hit his head as he lies under the showerhead.
The feel of her pussy humping his dick implanted in his mind, her lips on his neck.
He was close.
His hips move to meet his fist, fucking it as if it were the real thing. He needed to cum so badly it fucking hurt. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, dripping onto the shower floor.
“Im gonna.. gonna…”
Cum erupts from his dick, splattering all over the walls as he continues stroking harshly. His hips stutter with each spurt until his orgasm subsides and he’s left panting as his dick softens in his hand.
He needed to do something about this. He can't keep getting hard every time they interact.
Well, it’s not as if it's a new predicament.
He’d been having this problem long before Sakura had kissed him.