Library Lovin'

"Oi, dobe."

"Whaddya want, bastard? I got places to be."

"I don't think I could care any less. You have a project to work on today, or did you forget?"

"...oh. Damn."

"Tch. Idiot. Meet us at the corner of 4th street in an hour. Don't be late."

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Haruno Sakura nervously brushed her soft, bubblegum pink hair back behind her ears as she shifted from foot to foot. She stared at the dirty glass doors of the old, crumbling building that had been refurbished a while back as a library. Why had Sasuke-kun wanted to meet here of all places? This library was practically deserted. She could see some scattered students studying, reading, and snoozing through the gritty windows, but even they were few and in between.

Fidgeting with the strap on her backpack, she eyed the rough brick wall with distaste. It was foolish of her, but she'd thought that perhaps they would meet somewhere more… romantic. She snorted in a rather un-ladylike manner at the thought. Who was she kidding? Sasuke-kun barely knew she existed. It would be nothing short of miraculous for him to show even the slightest bit of interest in her.

Sakura was, for lack of a better word, a nerd. She couldn't help it – she just liked to learn. Reading was her favorite past time, and though she wasn't too keen on going inside this library in particular (she had the feeling it would collapse on her the moment she stepped through the doors), a part of her wanted to rush inside just so she could take a quick look at the new releases they usually had on the front desk.

It wasn't that she was a loner. She had plenty of friends; her charming personality and soft mannerisms made sure of that. But she wasn't what you'd consider popular, either. Ino, the blonde haired, long-legged, buxom beauty was the current queen of the school. Sakura was on the short side, with small breasts, no hips, a huge forehead, and obnoxiously pink hair.

She knew she had no chance in hell with Uchiha Sasuke, the hottest guy in school. But that didn't stop her from taking an extra long bath, shaving her legs and underarms, and making sure to scrub behind her ears this morning. She scoffed softy at her own idiocy. Get a hold of yourself, Sakura, she scolded herself. You're here to finish the project and nothing else.

But her thoughts kept drifting to the raven haired god. He was by far the most beautiful boy Sakura had ever seen. And it wasn't just her puppy love talking either, no, everyone thought Sasuke was undeniably gorgeous. But that wasn't why Sakura fancied herself in love with him. There was something else inside him, something dark, a little dangerous, but unbearably lonely, that made her entire being ache with the longing to soothe. Sakura was by nature a very caring, giving sort of person, but Uchiha Sasuke brought out the best in her. Sometimes she just wanted to cradle him to her, protect him from the world, ease him into familiarity and safety and---

"Sakura." A smooth, cold voice, not unlike the riverbed rocks she collected, startled her out of her thoughts. She jumped a little, hand flying to her throat and she spun around to face him. His face was as impassive and beautiful as ever. Her heart fluttered despite her notion to stay calm and composed.

"S-Sasuke-kun!" she gasped, and instantly cursed herself for stuttering. "Where's Naruto? I thought you were looking for him…"

Sasuke walked past her and reached the doors of the library before answering, "I found him. He'll be here in a little while. We should get started."

"Of course." Sakura murmured, following him demurely, head bowed. Of course Sasuke-kun wanted to get started as soon as possible. He had places to be, surely. There had been rumors going around that he'd gotten a new girlfriend, though no one was sure of her identity. Sakura felt a pang of hurt and something a bit more malicious. It was no secret that Sasuke was experienced. And obviously he would want an experienced woman who could give him as much pleasure as he could give her --- Sakura flushed a bright red that clashed horribly with her hair, but she embraced the grim reality: she was still a virgin, which was a rarity nowadays, especially considering that she was a senior in high school…. And from the looks of it, she would probably remain one. She wanted no one but her Sasuke-kun.

A surprisingly cool blast of air hit her as she followed her crush into the library. It was a good twenty degrees cooler inside, and her nipples peaked instantly at the drop in temperature. Silently cursing her presence of mind – where had she left her sweater? – she wrapped her arms around herself as best she could while still carrying the backpack, and followed Sasuke into the bowels of the library.

"Uhm. Sasuke-kun?" she asked timidly, glancing curiously at their surroundings. He grunted in response, not slowing his stride, and she continued, "Aren't we supposed to research the Renaissance?"

He stopped and turned to look at her with his cold, blank eyes. "There will be books on it in the back."

Sakura debated with herself internally. She was almost positive that as they had passed the 17th century a few aisles ago. But then again, she had never been here before, and Sasuke-kun looked like he knew what he was doing. Of course he does, idiot, her inner voice sneered, he's not class president for nothing. She looked up and found him waiting for her response. She gave him a weak smile and a quick nod and fell into step beside him and he continued walking, firmly banishing the bud of unease that had been sowed in her mind.

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Sasuke heard her soft footsteps and saw her look around worriedly from the corner of his eye. He smirked inwardly. The poor little chit had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Contrary to Sakura's beliefs, Sasuke did in fact know who she was. He'd had some sort of interest in her from the start, when he and his brother had first moved to this town and she'd been assigned to show him around the school. He found himself captivated by her soft spoken ways and the way she seemed to genuinely care about everyone, even that blonde idiot Naruto. That had been four years ago. Slowly, his interest in her personality had morphed into an interest in her sexuality. As far as appearances went, Sakura wasn't anything to gawk at. Her unusual pink hair and mischievous green eyes were the only things that set her apart.

From a purely male point of view, there was no reason for him to be so interested in her. But he was. He'd found himself following her with his eyes for some time now, tracing the squeezable curve of her ass and wondering what it would feel like to seat himself deep between her legs, to have her quiver around him and moan and thrash and—

And fuck, but it wouldn't do to make his arousal so obvious. He'd brought her here for a reason, and he wasn't going to scare her off until he got what he wanted. His dick throbbed indignantly in his pants as if telling him to get on with it already. He lifted a hand to casually loosen the tie of his school uniform, and turned when they reached the far back wall of the library.

He'd come here a few days ago for purely research purposes (Obsessed? Who, him?) and carefully noted that the only people to ever step foot in this part of the library were the ones who were pulling all-nighters and needed some seclusion from the outside world. Here the windows were shrouded and grubby, only allowing a few tendrils of light to seep in and illuminate the space just enough for you to be able to move with ease. There were wall lamps over the desks that lined the back wall for additional light and Sasuke went over to turn one of them on.

He looked back to see Sakura frowning pensively at the bookcase in front of her. Sasuke knew what she was thinking. These books were outdated and dusty, and had absolutely nothing do with the Renaissance. Seeing his chance and taking it, he swiped off his tie with a quick jerk and crossed the distance between them in two strides, a smirk of a decidedly evil nature forming on his face…

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Sakura wasn't often confused. Normally she was the one that was always on top of things, the one that knew exactly what was going on and why. This wasn't one of those time. She stared at the books in front of her, perplexed. The Oragami Guide for Beginners. Paper Masterpieces. The History of Oragami, as told by—

Her train of thought was abruptly cut off when a strong hand grasped her arm and yanked her around. She gasped softly in shock as she came face to face with Sasuke, whose eyes were glittering with something indefinable.

"Sasuke-kun, wha—mmmph!"

Hot lips pressed hard onto hers and she was shoved roughly in the bookcase behind her. Her eyes widened until she was sure they were going to fairly pop out of her head, and she jerked away with a quick twist of her head, stumbling and grasping the wall as support.

"What was—" Something cool and slippery pressed against her mouth now – silk, she had the presence of mind to identify – and then she was jerked again, shoved face first into the wall as the piece of cloth covering her mouth tightened almost painfully. She took in sharp breaths through her nose as she felt Sasuke tie the piece of cloth into a knot efficiently behind her head. She made a soft, muffled sound of distress, terrified beyond belief.

Hands grabbed at her again, but they were gentler this time, slower, more careful. She was turned until she was face to face with Sasuke, whose expression could only be described as pure lust. Her heart started beating triple time in her chest. Both of Sasuke's hands were now placed on either side of her face, and he seemed to be breathing as heavily as she was.

A hot gust of air blew into her face as he exhaled with a purr, "Well, hello there."

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Sasuke could almost see the gears turning inside that pretty pink head of hers. Normally she would have figured out what was happening much sooner, but he supposed she could be given a bit of leeway this time. Considering how absolutely petrified she looked. He chuckled softly in honest amusement, and leaned forward until their noses brushed. He eyed her with unabashed hunger and shifted his hands from the wall to catch on her blouse and lift it from where it was tucked into her skirt.

His hands brushed her bare skin and she let out a soft squeak. Laughing under his breath, he lazily rubbed his lips against her silk covered ones and murmured, "Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. Mmm… quite the opposite, actually."

He noticed she relaxed marginally as he talked. Interesting. "There's nothing to be afraid of." He said, hands barely ghosting over her sensitive tummy. "This is going to be an… enjoyable experience for all parties involved." She made a small, questioning noise, and made to lift her hands to the makeshift gag covering her mouth.

"Ah, ah." He admonished softly, catching her hands and pinning them to the wall. He dipped his head to nuzzle the hollow of her throat lazily. "None of that. I'll take that off when I think you're good and ready."

He loosened the grip on her wrists slightly, eyes narrowed in warning. "Don't move them unless I tell you to, or I'll tie them behind your back." The threat was issued in a whisper soft, deadly voice, and he noticed the visible shudder that wracked her body. Satisfied that she wasn't going to disobey him, he stepped back and let his eyes trail hotly over her body. His gaze fell on the prominent indentations of her nipples against the fabric of her blouse which strained with every breath she took, and his smile widened in a way that could only be considered predatory…

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Sakura was trying her hardest not to hyperventilate. Really, she was. She took firm rein of her roughshod thoughts and forced them into a logical order. She was currently gagged, and being held prisoner by the love of her life in a dark, musty corner of an ancient library. Oh, and she was also unbearably aroused.

Unable to stare into Sasuke's smoldering black eyes tracing the curve of her breasts through her blouse any longer, she squeezed hers shut and attempted to control her breathing. Suppressed energy sizzled along every nerve, and seemed most concentrated in her wet, clenching core. The muscles in her thighs twitched uncontrollably and her nipples had tightened to a point of almost pain. She could feel each beat of her hammering heart in the tips of her fingers, her toes, her temples, her nipples, her pussy… oh. She let out a soft moan as another convulsion gripped her and her body clenched deliciously, waves of pleasure radiating through every limb.

What was happening to her? Fighting the urge to panic, Sakura once again attempted to focus on her breathing. She was close to orgasm and Sasuke-kun wasn't even touching her! She knew she was sensitive, her breasts and pussy especially, along with her lips and neck, but this was ridiculous. She knew it didn't take her long to come when she pleasured herself at night – hands between her legs, a shameful blush on her face as she teased and kneaded and finger fucked herself – but –

Another convulsion cut off her self analysis and she jerked her head back against the wall, wincing when it came in painful contact with the rough brick. She opened her eyes and what she saw brought her to the very edge… Sasuke, his nostrils flared, gripping himself through his pants, breathing heavily, voice edged on a moan. And then he reached out and yanked the gag down, cutting off her gasp with his own mouth as he plunged his tongue into her sweet, welcoming recess.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was getting out of hand. Sasuke couldn't hold back a low growl of pleasure as he urgently tongue fucked her mouth, sliding his tongue possessively over her palate and coiling with her own, dragging it out to play. She moaned softly against his mouth and he couldn't resist moaning back, biting and sucking at her lips until they were sufficiently puffy and her eyes glazed. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants and he grasped her hand and brought it to his crotch.

He held her gaze, breathing damply into her mouth as he guided her slim hand over his clothed cock. She let out a choked whimper when she came in contact with his obvious arousal, confused as to what he wanted her to do. Grunting with impatience, he released her hand, shoved his own inside his pants and stared to tug.

He hissed out a breath through his teeth that morphed into a groan as he came, barely aware of Sakura's shocked, heated gaze as his semen sprayed the walls. He fell back against the bookcase with a low moan, closing his eyes as the aftershocks of his orgasm swept through him and caused his cock to twitch deliciously. He was painfully aware of the heavy breathing in the room –both his and Sakura's- as he lifted himself up and tucked his spent penis back in his pants, not bothering to zip them. They would be coming off soon enough anyway.

His eyes lifted and sought Sakura's, which were painfully wide and green in their intensity. Her mouth had dropped at sometime during his hurried jacking off, and stayed that way, showing a hint of that sweet pink tongue. Her hands caught his attention next and he had to bite his lip to keep from groaning. One hand was clenched into a fist against the wall like he'd instructed, but the other one was pressed wickedly under her skirt, between her stocking-clad legs.

"Fuck." He hissed, eyes fixed on that slender, disobedient hand, pleasuring what was solely his to pleasure. At his exclamation, the hand was yanked from between her trembling thighs and pressed against the wall once again, the expression on Sakura's face morphing into shocked arousal. "I told you not to move." He said, his voice rough, gravelly. A choked whimper was his response.

He took two steps forward, locking his eyes with hers, a menacing sneer on his face. "Did you come?" he asked, his voice deceptively soft. Sakura shook her head mutely, stock still, afraid to even breathe. Sasuke's eyes narrowed and trailed slowly down her body until they came to rest at the apex of her thighs. "Don't lie to me."

"I-I didn't." Sakura gasped. "I didn't, but, oh…oh…" she let out a helpless moan and pressed the hand between her legs again, unable to restrain herself. Sasuke growled low in his throat and grabbed her wrist in a punishing grip, slamming it back against the wall. He exhaled hotly against her lips, clutching her hand hard enough to make her bones creak.

"I'm going to fuck you." He whispered, sliding his lips against hers and trailing them across her jaw, resting just underneath at the fluttering pulse point. He felt her shuddering intake of breath and smiled slowly. "I'm going to fuck you hard," he clarified, "And you're going to love it."

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Sakura vaguely registered his whispered threat, but couldn't bring herself to care. Her body had turned into a big, throbbing, shivering piece of need, and the only thing running through her mind at that moment was the delicious wetness between her legs, slowly sliding down her thighs, and how she ached to press her fingers in it and hear the soft squelch as her body welcomed the intrusion…

"Come here." Sasuke's voice ordered, and she hazily took in his stony expression and moved towards him on wobbly legs. His large, hot hands clamped on her waist and a whoosh of air left her as he hoisted her easily on the desk, spreading her thighs viciously and coming to stand in between them. This put him at the eye level to her breasts, and her nipples tightened into hard little nubs at the thought of what he might do to them.

"Look at you." Sasuke murmured, hands still resting on her waist, eyes fixed on the two distinct points on her chest. "Just begging to be fucked. Little slut." Sakura shivered as his words speared through her straight through the heat at her core. Yes, she wanted to gasp, your slut, Sasuke-kun, only yours… She gasped suddenly as her right nipple was pinched hard.

"Oh." She mewled, arching her back, unsure if she wanted to move away or move closer. Sasuke's heavy breaths coupled with the barely noticeable shaking of his hands bared witness to his own excitement. Those trembling hands started unbuttoning her shirt and suddenly, breathing took second place. She froze, only the muscles in her thighs clenching convulsively as Sasuke finished the last button and shrugged her blouse off her shoulders.

His heated gaze fell on her plain white bra, moving with each heave of her chest. His fingers twitched and then, in a completely unexpected move, he buried his face in the tender valley between her breasts. Sakura let out a shriek, hands coming up reflexively to clutch at his hair as a hot tongue laved and sucked and teased. "Sa-ah-sasuke," she sobbed, trembling with the intensity of her arousal as he rubbed his face against her chest.

He moaned in response and lifted his head, eyes fixed on the damp, shiny trail of saliva in the middle of her heaving breasts. "Sakura…"

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God help him, but she tasted so good. Salty and sweet and all woman, he wanted to bury his face in between those sweetly curved tits and eat her up. He reached behind her to unclasp the annoying piece of material in between him and those mounds of flesh. He unhooked the bra after some quick maneuvering and made a small sound of pleasure when she was bared to his view. She was a bit smaller than he thought she'd be, and he realized as he looked at the bra, that it was padded. Little slut indeed.

Her hands had drifted up in reflexive modesty to try and hide those pretty little breasts, but he caught them and moved them to the side again. He saw that her face was flushed a delightful pink, and her eyes were downcast in embarrassment.

"Your tits…" he murmured, reaching up lazily and cupping them, causing her to let out a squeak. Her head ducked instinctively and she turned even redder. "I-I know they're small.." she whispered. He made a thoughtful noise, a slow hmmm.

"Ino's were bigger when she was thirteen."

He saw her blink rapidly, and felt a flush of heated satisfaction as he realized she was trying not to cry. He flicked her nipples carelessly with his thumbs. "They're round. And firm." He squeezed to prove his point, causing Sakura to gasp. "They'll fit perfectly in my mouth."

He didn't wait for her response, ducking his head slightly and taking her right breast into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple as his hand rhythmically squeezed her other breast. Sakura had to bite her hand to keep from screaming as her orgasm tore through her, the painful pleasure of her nipples being alternately sucked and bit causing her to convulse and her inner muscles to clench and unclench, releasing such a flood of her juices that she felt damp all the way to her knees.

He let out a low groan as he felt her quake through her orgasm. He released her nipple, now a delicious berry red, and started to stab his tongue into her pretty dip of a navel. "I want to tit fuck you." He mouthed against her belly. "Come on your face, make you lick it up." He looked up to see her eyes glazed, mouth open and glistening wet. He moaned again, rubbing his dick harshly through his pants. He cupped her waist, fitting his hands right underneath those round, bouncy tits, still red from his sucking and tilted her backwards, prodding her until she raised her knees to accommodate him. He roughly shoved her thighs apart, jerking her skirt up until he was faced with her clothed sex.

"Lift your legs." He ordered, voice husky. She obeyed and he caught the top of her stockings and started to slide them off, revealing her smooth, white legs to his hungry gaze. "Higher." He growled, and she shifted restlessly, unbearably embarrassed. His eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. He grasped both of her knees and pressed backwards until they touched her shoulders, leaving her pinned and exposed, only her white cotton underwear between him and her dripping sex.

"Keep them like this." She swallowed hard and held the underside of her knees and kept them fixed in place, afraid of what Sasuke would do if she disobeyed him. He reached under her to lift her bum, caught the edge of her underwear and tugged it up and across, bearing the curve of her buttocks first, her pink pucker next.

"I want your ass too." He murmured, pressing his lips to her inner thigh. "But I want your pussy more." He slid the underwear the rest of the way up, leaving it stretched between her knees, loving how debauched and wanton she looked.

And then his eyes fixed on the hot, wet core of her womanhood and he stopped breathing.

"Fuck." He exhaled. "You have the prettiest cunt I've ever seen." He failed to notice the way Sakura's face bloomed at this, enraptured by her red, leaking sex. He let out a low groan. "I wish you could see yourself, all pink and slick…"

"Sasuke!" her breath left her in a sob, unable to listen to him voice such dirty things any longer. But even as she protested her pussy leaked, betraying her need. Sasuke's nostrils flared and he moved closer, inhaling her spicy sweet scent.

"Your tight, wet little snatch." He murmured. "Made for my cock, look, you're so fucking wet…"

Sakura keened helplessly. "Sasuke-kun, please…"

"Please what?" His sharp gaze fixed on her, rooted her to the spot. "Tell me what you want. My mouth, my fingers, my cock? Tell me..."

"Yes!" she sobbed. "Yes, all of those, Sasuke, please, please…"

He groaned, then growled, and spread the outer lips of her sex apart and buried his face in her quim. His hand shot out and clamped over her mouth just as she screamed, the vibrations against her hand making him moan into her sex. He thrust his tongue inside her sweet, dripping hole, then moved up to lave at the tender bud of her clitoris, causing her to shake and sob and come.

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Sakura felt as though she was having a seizure. Her pussy had still been clenching and throbbing from her previous orgasm and this one shook her to the core. Sasuke's hot, wicked tongue was still licking and sucking at her, drinking her juices and moaning occasionally, causing her to clamp her thighs on either side of his head to keep him fixed between her legs. He thrust his tongue inside her, sucking on her inner lips, swollen with blood, and then moving up to flick and nibble at her clitoris.

Her entire body was supremely sensitized, even the air around her seeming a caress. She let out a sob of disappointment as Sasuke moved back, his mouth slick and shiny, eyes bright.

"Gods.." he breathed, rubbing his face against her inner thigh. "Sakura. I can't wait, need to be inside you.."

"Yes." She moaned, spreading her legs wider, as wide as they'd go. "In me, Sasuke…"

He let out a growl of pure need, dropping his pants and pressing two fingers into her hole, scissoring, stretching her quickly. He pumped two, then three inside her, rubbing his thumb insistently against her clit, making her shake and twist down onto his fingers.

He gripped her hips and drew her down hard, using one hand to position the leaking head of his cock against her entrance. He stopped suddenly, breathing hard. "Lube." He gasped.

Sakura made a low, impatient noise in the back of her throat, through with waiting. "I'm not going to get any wetter, Sas-AH!" her voice trailed off into a high pitched shriek as he thrust inside her abruptly, her pussy making a delicious squelching noise as his cock squeezed inside.

Sasuke hissed his pleasure, so far gone at this point that he couldn't even bring himself to wait for her to adjust. He rocked back on his heels, pulling out of her tight, clenching snatch almost all the way and then shoving back in, loving the way she squeezed tighter around his cock to prevent him from pulling out.

His thrusts increased in speed, already so close to his peak. His eyes were riveted to the way her tits bounced with each thrust, shaking as he rocked the desk along with her body. He groaned and let go of her thigh to grasp on to one plump tit and squeeze, making her squeal and come, her inner walls fluttering around him and then clamping down with unbelievable strength, jerking the orgasm out of him. He groaned as she milked his cock, squeezing out the last bit of come from him as he emptied his seed into her body.

He slumped onto her, face pressed in between her breasts, mouth open, breathing hard. He couldn't stop touching her, his hand going back between her legs to stroke the tender edge where they were still joined. She moaned softly, shifting her legs and causing him to slip out a little. He hissed at the friction on his oversensitive cock, and slid out the rest of the way, a flow of semen following his cock. He watched her leak and pulse out his cum with an insatiable hunger.

Sakura didn't even have time to take a breath before Sasuke's mouth was on her pussy again. She didn't have enough energy to even moan as Sasuke licked up his own seed, sucking and biting at her stretched, red hole hungrily. Letting out a sigh of pleasure, she burrowed both hands in his dark, silky hair, and rubbed as he continued to eat her out, only tugging him up when he started to suck her clit. Her entire cunt throbbed and she sincerely believed that another orgasm just might kill her.

Sasuke sighed softly in disappointment and stared longingly at her lovely, bright red snatch, still oozing his cum, but obediently lifted his head from her thighs and tugged her down so that her feet touched the floor. He slid his tongue over the seam of her lips lazily, delighted when her mouth opened for him. He sealed them in a long, deep kiss, tasting of his seed and her juice.

"Mmm… ahh." Sakura murmured. "Uhn, Sasuke-kun…"

Sasuke continued nibbling her neck and hummed in response. "I'm…" Sakura blushed.

"I'm sore." She finished in a whisper, cheeks burning. An awfully smug look passed over Sasuke's face. "Are you now?" he purred, sliding his fingers between her nether lips, kneading her hot, aching flesh gently.

"Ah, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura mewled. "Don't… unnnnn…"

She pulled away, showing a great deal of restraint. Which is more than what can be said for Sasuke, who refused to pull his hand from between her legs, loving the way her heated cunt sucked in his fingers. Sakura twisted away quickly and bent to retrieve her underwear, unintentionally giving Sasuke a lovely view. He rumbled and kneeled, spreading her thighs and tilting his head up to fit his mouth over her pussy again. He knew this wasn't normal behavior, but gods help him, he couldn't get enough of her sweet, tangy taste.

Sakura yelped in surprise as she found Sasuke once again attached to her quim. She shoved him away not so gently this time, breathless and throbbing with a painful intensity. Keeping a wary eye on him, she hurriedly pulled up her underwear and then her skirt, completely forgetting that she had no top on.

Once his view of her plump red sex was obstructed, Sasuke turned his gaze on her pert tits, which bounced impudently every time she moved. He had a brief, heated vision of her riding him, those small, perfectly round teats jiggling and shaking, with their dark rosy nipples hardened and begging to be sucked…

He couldn't help himself. He attached himself to a nubbin and sucked, pinching and pulling the other tit until she managed to worm away again. "Sasuke-kun!" she gasped, mortified. "S-Stop it!"

He groaned and backed away until he hit the bookcase, watching her frantically clasp her bra and button her blouse, her pretty pink hair in wild disarray. His cock twitched hopefully, but after having come twice and so spectacularly too, in less than two hours, he couldn't do much other than watch her, overcome with lust.

Dozens of different positions, different kinks came into mind, his balls tightening helplessly as he imagined what kinds of things he could do to that beautifully responsive body, bend it and break it and she would let him.

A shudder went through him, and his cock valiantly tried to rise again. He saw the apprehensive, confused look in her eyes though, and reined in his baser desires for her sake. He reached out to brush back a lock of her hair, trailing down to cup a breast and knead, gently. He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck, blowing air onto the bite marks that he'd left there.

"We haven't finished the project, Sakura." His voice was a low rumble. "Tomorrow, same time, same place."

And with that, the turned on his heel and left, knowing that if he'd stayed a moment more he would've had her bent over the desk, balls deep in her snatch, and nothing she could've said would've made him do otherwise.

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An agitated blonde was pacing on the corner of 4th street, hands fisted in his hair, ready to yank at the earliest notice. Naruto groaned in frustration.

"I should've paid more attention, damn it!" he moped, "But I swear he said 4th street!"

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TBC?

A/N: Err... Het is really not my forte, so if this sucked, don't be afraid to tell me. :3 It was meant to be a oneshot, but if y'all want to see it continued, review! Review with what you'd like to see more of and I'll get started.