Close Up

Close Up


Author: Ms Trick
Pairings: Sakura/Hinata smut with minor SasuNaru


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The school’s little gymnasium was absolutely packed with students. With the only source of light being the coloured ones that flew around dizzily and with the music blasting loud enough to make the floor vibrate slightly, the dance was teetering on the brink of chaos. Not to mention the large jugs of soda at the student-run snack bar, which had been spiked thoroughly courtesy of Kiba.

It was no secret; every student knew that the drinks were laced with vodka. Hell, even the chaperones knew...but Kakashi was distracting Iruka, Jiraiya thought it was hilarious, Tsunade appreciated alcohol too much to object, and Kurenai and Asuma had disappeared off somewhere together.

From behind the snack table, Kiba handed Hinata a cup of orange soda with a wink and she took it, blushing lightly.

“Uh-oh, disappear into the crowd, my fair maiden,” Kiba hollered over the noise. “Your valiant defender is coming this way.”

Hinata looked over her shoulder to see Neji weaving through the crowd. She gave Kiba a small smile and then promptly disappeared into the bouncing, swaying, gyrating mass of students.

She drank her “orange soda” quicker than she would have liked and crumpled the plastic cup in her hand, hoping to find a trashcan before Neji found her. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her older cousin, but he was so protective of her that at the age of 18, Hinata had never been on a date and only drank on rare occasions like this, when her best friend Kiba managed to sneak her something under the radar.

On the bright side, though well-endowed and a constant connoisseur of short skirts, Hinata was hardly ever approached by unwanted guys. She located the garbage can and disposed of the evidence before catching sight of a shock of blond hair in the coloured lights.

She sighed. Unfortunately, that meant the one guy she really liked was also kept away. She watched Naruto awkwardly make his way around several dancing teenagers towards the bleachers lining the walls of the gym, where many kids were sitting and chatting, cups of “soda” in hand.

She followed, people moving out of her way, making sure not to be seen attempting to touch her in any way. She was the school’s virgin princess, if involuntarily. And Neji had broken a kid’s wrist once after he flung an arm around her. News like that travelled fast.

Naruto paused when he ran into Sakura, Ino, and Temari, who were all dancing in their revealing dresses and high heels, the customary school dance attire. Hinata herself was in a tight white t-shirt and a short black mini skirt. Hey, no one could touch her -- she could dress as sluttish as she wanted, 3 inch black heels included.

Sakura beckoned her friend to join them but Naruto scratched his head bashfully and declined. Ino stuck her tongue at him playfully and then the girls got swept back into the music.

Hinata nearly lost sight of Naruto as the music and the mass of people surged. She moved forward and saw him a little closer to the edge of the crowd, nearer to the bleachers. As she wandered closer for a better view she noticed her polar opposite, the school’s ultimate badass heartthrob Uchiha Sasuke, sauntering towards her crush and his best friend.

Sasuke was in his usual mix of tight black and blue clothes that showed off his muscles and made all the girls swoon. Funny thing was that he was about as untouched as Hinata, except his isolation was gleefully self-imposed.

Naruto’s outfit was basic: a black mesh t-shirt and baggy orange shorts. Not too different from his everyday style. His hair was spiked up tonight though, Hinata noted with a small, dreamy smile. She watched Sasuke’s hands settle on Naruto’s hips, startling him. He had been scanning the crowd, intently trying to make sense of the mass, and had been caught unawares.

Sasuke leaned forward and said something in the blonde’s ear. Naruto relaxed, settling back into his friend’s hold, his hands coming to clasp the ones on his hips.

Hinata watched numbly as they swayed to the heavy bass beat, Sasuke pressed firmly into Naruto’s back. The alcohol was making its presence known in her mind -- just how much vodka had Kiba put in her drink? Well...if he had assumed it would be her only drink of the night and wanted her to have a treat, there had probably been more vodka than soda.

Nevertheless, it didn’t take keen, sober observational skills to guess at Naruto and Sasuke’s new relationship development. Jaded, Hinata stood unfeeling as she watched Sasuke tug Naruto away from the dance floor. Like a dog on a leash, Hinata trailed after them. She worried when she lost them for a few seconds but then she caught sight of them climbing up the bleachers.

Hinata got as close to the bottom of the steps as she dared. When Naruto reached the top, Sasuke put a hand on the blonde’s shoulder, turned him, and pushed him into a sitting position with his back now against the wall. Sasuke wasted no time settling himself on top of Naruto’s thighs, a hand swooping around to cup the back of the blonde’s neck and pull his mouth to his own in the type of kiss Hinata dreamed about.

Naruto’s hands flew to Sasuke’s shoulders and then dropped to the dark-haired boy’s belt loops. Sasuke, his knees resting on either side of his friend’s (boyfriend’s? Hinata wondered) lap, raised his hips slightly. With a hard tug, Naruto brought the dark-haired teen back onto him in a grind that had Sasuke breaking the kiss in favour of what looked like panting.

Hinata blinked and then the crowd gyrated in a different direction in accordance with the music, effectively forcing Hinata away from her front row seat.

She laughed wryly to herself. Figures. She’s not allowed date anyone, and the one person she would happily break that rule for was currently dry humping his best friend. In public no less.

Hinata wandered towards the girl’s locker room, wanting to escape the atmosphere of music and sex and alcohol that had filled the gymnasium to the brim.

Neji would never have let him touch her anyway, she thought sullenly, wondering if she should do the teen movie thing and cry in a bathroom stall. There was no one else in there, so she didn’t feel pressure to go through the motions of going to the bathroom. She just stood still for a few minutes.

The girl’s locker room was a fairly nice one as far as Hinata was concerned. There were several rows of tall lockers perpendicular to the door, and each row had a long wooden bench separating them. The benches were a rather perfect width, wide enough to lie comfortably on but not so wide that sitting was odd.

Sulky and a little drunk, Hinata hardly noticed or cared that the entrance door behind her opened -- the bathroom was a little to her right after all -- she just continued categorizing the bench in front of her.

Then she heard the door being locked and a purse being dropped.

Hinata began to turn but a pair of hands landed on her shoulders, keeping her in place. Her heart sped up anxiously.

“Hey Hinata,” said a voice that was familiar despite the faint slur of alcohol underneath it.

“Sakura,” Hinata said, her nerves calming when she realised it wasn’t an attacker.

“Did you see? Yeah, you saw...” Sakura trailed off morosely.

“Sasuke and Naruto?” Hinata supplied.

Sakura swallowed down a sob and Hinata felt her press her forehead into the back of her neck, left bare by her short hair.

“Mmm,” Sakura said with the sleepy drawl of someone who had just had the one drink past tipsy. “You smell good.”

Hinata’s breath quickened a little as Sakura stepped closer to her, her hands slowly skimming down Hinata’s shoulders and the sides of her breasts to settle on her hips.

“S-sakura...ah,” Hinata gasped, her cheeks reddening at the sound that escaped her when Sakura pressed her lips into the nape of her neck.

Sakura’s arm came around Hinata’s waist and the pink-haired girl pressed her body against the other’s back before slowly turning her around.

Hinata’s eyes were wide and uncertain as Sakura lazily walked her backwards until she felt the cool of the lockers behind her.

Sakura’s hands returned to Hinata’s shoulders and she leaned in to clasp her lips around the smaller girl’s ear lobe.

“Ah...Sakura. Y-you’re drunk. I’m n-not...” Hinata squeaked out, trying to disregard the slow ache starting between her legs.

“What?” Sakura said, pulling back all of a sudden. “I can’t have Sasuke. And you can’t have Naruto. We’re not for them, right? So I want something I can have. I can’t have Sasuke. And you can have this instead. ‘Cause otherwise, y’know, Neji. And me, there’s, there’s nothing. For us, ‘cept...”

Sakura’s drunken logic was making sense on some level to Hinata’s tipsy mind, and when Sakura slipped a leg between hers, Hinata just closed her eyes at the sensation and thought that she should have had more to drink despite Neji’s presence. Cause there was no way she was drunk enough for this.

She felt a mouth on her collarbone and a tongue traced the neckline of her t-shirt. Sakura’s hands ran up Hinata’s sides and her fingers mischievously skimmed over the dark-haired girl’s full breasts.

Hinata’s mouth went dry at the sensation and she sucked in some air.

“No bra?” Sakura said, teasingly. “Why Hinata...”

A red hue spread over Hinata’s face but before she could settle into feeling embarrassed, Sakura bent her head down and placed her mouth over one of Hinata’s barely clothed nipples. Hinata instinctively thrust her chest forward at the sensation, her mouth falling open in a silent o.

Sakura moved over to mouth the other nipple, leaving a damp mark on Hinata’s white shirt. Hinata was breathing erratically and she involuntarily opened her legs a little wider. Sakura smirked and pressed her face into the centre of the other girl’s ample chest.

Her hands slid down over Hinata’s hips until they had a firm grip on the girl’s ass. Sakura then lifted her a little and pulled Hinata against her, grinding against the dark-haired girl.

“Nnn,” Hinata gasped as waves of pleasure shot through her at the sudden contact and rocking motion.

Moving backwards from the row of lockers she was grinding Hinata into, Sakura turned them and sat Hinata on the wide bench. Sakura stood in front of her, breathing a little heavier than usual. Hinata looked up at her, her face burning and her short skirt riding up.

At the unwittingly beguiling way Hinata presented herself, Sakura stepped forward so that her legs were on either side of her. She placed a hand on Hinata’s chest and pushed her back into a lying position. Hovering over her for a brief second, Sakura then settled herself firmly on top of Hinata’s hips and unhesitatingly shoved her shirt up until her boobs popped free.

“S-sakuRA,” Hinata tried to protest, her voice finishing in a slightly higher octave as the other girl dragged a rough tongue up her stomach to her now exposed breasts.

Hinata was immensely glad that Sakura had locked the door as she had never been so exposed in the presence of another person before.

Sakura used her hands and mouth on Hinata’s sensitive stomach and breasts, sucking hard on the nipples, dragging her nails around the hem of the girl’s skirt. Hinata threw her head back and moaned, her eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. When she started to unconsciously thrust her hips up into Sakura’s, the pink-haired girl stopped suddenly. She stood up and took a step back.

Hinata watched her nervously. The ache in her cunt throbbing stronger than ever -- Sakura couldn’t stop now.

Sakura ran a hand from the dark-haired girl’s ankles to her knees, which were bent and closed. Sakura wet her lips and Hinata’s throat got drier for it. Then, to Hinata’s utter embarrassment, Sakura pulled her knees apart without any resistance, leaving Hinata in the most vulnerable position she’d ever been in sexually.

Hinata cried out as the pink head dipped between her legs, under her skirt, and a hot mouth covered her pussy through her now very damp underwear. Hinata’s hands, which had been curling and uncurling beside her head suddenly found themselves twisted in Sakura’s hair.

Sakura’s lips and tongue pressed into and swept over Hinata’s clit one...

“Nnn...”

...two...

“A-ah...”

...three times...

“AH!”

...adding a little more pressure each time.

Hinata’s hips were lifting off the bench as she shallowly thrust into Sakura’s mouth, trying to increase the friction to match the burning that was building in her gut.

She felt Sakura’s slightly cold hands run up her thighs and trace the hem of her underwear. Hinata gasped in a mouthful of air.

And then Sakura stopped again.

A needy moan slipped from Hinata’s lips and she opened her eyes (which she didn’t remember closing) to see Sakura standing a step back, hands on her hips and her eyes running up and down Hinata in a way that made the fire in Hinata’s gut twist hotly.

“Sa...kura?” She questioned, short of breath.

“I want to watch...you take them off,” Sakura said, a little breathlessly herself.

The sight of untouched Hinata lying with her shirt pushed up above her pale, full breasts and her knees open invitingly had Sakura wetting her lips again.

“W-what?” Hinata asked, her voice little more than a squeak.

Sakura suddenly ran her hands up the backs of Hinata’s thighs, under her skirt, and tugged very slightly at the girl’s underwear.

“I want...” She said, briefly running her tongue along the inside of Hinata’s knee. “...to watch you take them off.”

She gave another light tug at the Hinata’s panties to make sure the girl got the point. Then she took her hands off and moved back again.

Panting, Hinata’s flush came back in full force.

Sakura wanted...

Unable to meet Sakura’s eyes, which were dark with lust, Hinata found her gaze resting on the girl’s chest (which was barely covered by her red dress) and her hands moving on their own accord. She felt a humiliated blush on the back of her neck as her own hands travelled under her skirt and latched onto either side of her panties. She raised her hips as she pulled them to her knees, and then closed her legs to work the article off over her shoes.

“Figures they’d be run-of-the mill white panties,” Sakura said as Hinata lay there with her underwear clutched in her hand and her knees together and bent sideways.

“Flip over,” Sakura commanded huskily.

Already in a somewhat twisted position, Hinata slowly pulled herself over until she was lying on her stomach, her bare breasts pressing into the wooden surface of the bench. She bit her lip and then breathed out harshly when Sakura’s hands landed on her hips and were pulling her to get onto her knees. Hinata had never been in a more humiliating position in all her life but she didn’t have time to dwell on it as Sakura was slowly pushing her skirt up her thighs.

Hinata felt air blow over her wet cunt and she shivered. Then a hot tongue swiped over it roughly. Her stomach tightened and she cried out sharply.

Sakura’s hands were holding Hinata’s hips in place as she lapped at the girl’s hole. Her lips found Hinata’s swollen clit and she sucked before abruptly sliding her tongue into the soaked slit.

“Ah! Nnnghh! S-sakura!!”

Hinata’s arms grew so weak that she found herself dropping to rest her head on her elbows, near where she was still clutching her own underwear, as the other girl’s actions sent spikes of pleasure throughout her entire body.

“Oh god,” she groaned as Sakura’s tongue sank in and out of her pussy in forceful strokes and the pressure coiling in her gut reached maddening heights.

Sakura let her mouth drop open, breaking off from thoroughly tongue fucking Hinata’s inviting slit.

The hot breath tickling her pussy was making Hinata writhe with heat. And then Sakura pressed her open mouth over both her clit and her opening and sucked hard.

“NNGHAAHHH!” Hinata shrieked as her cunt suddenly clenched. The orgasm blasted through her, electrifying all her nerves with pleasure.

She panted, her face pressed against the wooden bench, reeling as her legs tingled. She heard Sakura shift behind her but was too weak to move for a few more seconds. She finally let her underwear drop out of her sweaty hand.

Eventually she looked over to see Sakura sitting with her back against the row of lockers parallel to the bench. Her legs were open and bent at the knee, her hand rubbing against the damp spot in her panties.

“Mmm,” Sakura hummed, her eyes closed in pleasure, as she dragged her underwear off.

They were little and black, Hinata noticed as she pulled herself off the bench. The post-orgasm flush was fading from her face, only to be replaced with the I-can’t-believe-what-I’m-about-to-do flush.

Sakura tossed her panties to the side but before her hand could return to its duties, another hand curled around her wrist, stilling its motion.

Sakura cracked open her eyes in time to see Hinata’s face disappear under her skirt. She groaned outright at the feel of lips brushing over her aching pussy.

Sakura’s hand made its way to Hinata’s dark hair as the girl’s tongue cautiously ran along her. Though inexperienced, Hinata’s fervent suckling and long strokes with her tongue soon had Sakura throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her hips thrust up into Hinata’s face as her climax approached her at a fast pace.

“Harder, Hi-hinata-ah!” the pink-haired girl moaned. The hand that wasn’t tangled in Hinata’s hair came up to brace itself against the locker next to Sakura’s head as the dark-haired girl complied.

Sakura’s eyes opened to a lustful half-mast and she watched Hinata’s head, mostly hidden by the skirt, move with her hips, which were thrusting up with every ministration of the girl’s mouth.

The most innocent girl in school has her face buried between my legs, crossed Sakura’s mind and sent her body over the edge.

“FUCK!” She cried as both hands gripped Hinata’s hair, holding the girl’s face to her crotch as she bucked and rode out the waves.

When Sakura came back down to earth, she let go of the other girl’s head a little sheepishly. Blushing deep red, Hinata sat back up and boobs filled Sakura’s vision. The dark-haired girl hadn’t pulled her shirt back down before crawling onto the floor.

Sakura’s mouth went dry and she gave Hinata a smirk. If possible, Hinata blushed even more and quickly tugged her shirt down over her full breasts.

“Well, you’ll never get me away from you now,” Sakura said once she had swallowed a few times.

“What?” Hinata asked, adorably confused.

“I’m going to corner you every chance I get,” Sakura said, mischievous though pleasantly drained. “I’ll be pushing you into janitor’s closets and making excuses to teachers as to why I have to take you out of class.”

Hinata’s eyes widened at the intent look on Sakura’s face.

“S-sakura, you c-can’t -- !”

Suddenly there was a loud banging on the door.

“HEY! I have to pee!” Some girl was shouting. “It’s been, like, 20 minutes!”

“C-coming!” Hinata shouted, and stood, pulling her skirt back down.

“You already did,” Sakura mumbled, drunk and sated, as she unsteadily climbed to her feet.

As Hinata opened the door, she realised with some fright that she still wasn’t wearing her underwear. The other girl pushed inside and Hinata turned to frantically try and collect her panties before the other girl could see them.

But they weren’t there.

The pushy girl rushed into the restroom, taking no notice of Hinata gaping as Sakura walked past her, smirking, swaying her hips, and tucking something into her purse.

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