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The noise, the mingling scents, the weight pressing against his arm—Sasuke thinks it's all too much. He glances at Naruto, who he agreed to follow to this event because, according to him, group dates need at least one mega hot dude or the girls won't show up. It's the only reason he agreed to come. This way, Naruto will find someone and hopefully move out of his cramped apartment, and Sasuke's living room will no longer be smelling like expired milk and collecting empty food containers.
Taking in the sight of a girl making heart eyes at his best friend, Sasuke concludes his mission is done.
"I'm going home," he says to no one in particular, but the girl who's been glued to his side shrieks, latching on his arm and rubbing her face against his collar.
Her scent makes him irritable.
"So soon? Sasuke-kun! You can't!"
He shakes his arm in an attempt to get her off him. Since the girl has had a little too much to drink, she almost drops face first onto the table. He grimaces, forced to rescue her with a hand seizing her arm. Since the beginning of the event, he's been forced to ignore the one who had been glaring daggers at him from across their table.
"Looks like you're embarrassing yourself again, Inopig," Sakura says smugly, but he smells her anger, and has seen her balled fists on either side of her untouched glass.
"Oh shut it, Forehead! You're just jealous Sasuke-kun hasn't given you the time of day!"
The whole exchange is giving him a headache. It's something he's grown used to witnessing on the campus. The two would bicker at his expense, though he could testify the occurrences have increased since the end of last year. He has his own speculation as to why Sakura seems more aggressive instead of simply ignoring the jabs thrown at her. While they are busy growling at each other, Sasuke slips out of Ino Yamanaka's grasp and heads for the bathroom in hopes of readjusting his appearance. In the mirror, he can see smears of Ino's foundation on the dark blue collar of his shirt. He rubs the material together in an effort to remove the stains.
It's when he steps into the elevator that he hears the sound of heels scraping the floor. He turns his head and sees Sakura smoothing the skirt of her black dress with one hand, the other trying to prevent the elevator doors from closing on her. Sasuke does not move to press on the button that demands the opening of the doors. He prides himself on showing no physical reaction when the omega's scent fills the confined space of the elevator. Rapidly, he presses on the button -1.
"Did you have to sit next to her? That little display you two put was just unbelievable! Were you trying to make me jealous?"
She must be referring to her friend clinging to him the entire evening.
"I think you overestimate your importance," he says curtly, eyes on the red numbers showing on the led screen. Five floors left.
"I didn't know you were coming. If I did, maybe I would have worn something better…"
That makes him look at her. Reluctantly, he scans her from head to toe. She chose to wear a short black dress and drop earrings.
Her scent is stronger now. Sakura visibly swallows, "You have make up on your shirt."
Third floor.
"Her scent is all over you."
He can feel her breath on his neck.
Second floor.
Thin fingers jam on the buttons of the elevator, pressing random numbers. Sasuke's eyes dart to the led screen, and then at the omega shoving her nose into his neck.
"I can't stand it," Sakura says, wrapping him in her sweet-smelling scent and igniting a long-buried spark of desire in him. Her hand grabs a fistful of his shirt as she sinks her teeth into his skin. His pulse quickens. As if possessed, she licks it, her arms moving up to loop around his neck.
His response is immediate. The moving elevator shakes as he pivots to slam her against the wall and lifts her up in one swift motion, arms supporting her thighs. Squealing in surprise, she wraps her legs around his waist. Like this, her face is almost at his level. Her lips, which had been busying themselves at his neck earlier, are covered with an appealing layer of gloss which he wastes no time smearing as he draws her into a searing kiss. Sakura moans and squirms, moving her body in exaggerated ways, breasts pushing against his chest. Her hands cup his face as she pulls away, her pupils blown out.
"Did you do this to make me jealous? Because it worked, Sasuke-kun."
"Quiet."
He thrusts his tongue aimlessly inside her mouth and snaps his hips against her middle. The friction doesn't help releasing the tension in his loins, but it makes her scream and tighten her hold on him, so he takes it as a small victory. Another alpha, a reckless one, would have taken her right here and then, especially with how sweet she smells. In any circumstances, Sasuke is in control.
It seems like an eternity when the elevator doors open. Their breaths intertwined, Sasuke undoes her hold around his neck as he sets her down. From the corner of his eyes, he sees her fixing her dress.
"It's late. I'll walk you to the nearest station," he says, his back turned to her. He pays no heed to his wrinkled shirt and starts walking in front of her, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The only clue that the omega he's had in his arms a few minutes before is still following him is the sound of her high heels clicking on the ground.
"Isn't this the way to your apartment?" she asks after a few minutes.
So focused on avoiding thinking about her and what would occur if he'd let himself go in that elevator, Sasuke acted on instinct, his feet walking the usual trail that leads him to the apartment complex he lives in. He stops abruptly. He knows the way to the nearest station. He knows the way to her place.
"It's okay," her arm loops around his as she now walks next to him, "It's a bit early to go home anyway."
He allows himself to smell her again. And there's that unmistakable scent of arousal, so distinct, so familiar. He stares at her, takes in her titled head as she looks up at him, a smug smile on her face. Her scent has always been alluring, her eyes captivating. It wouldn't hurt to indulge for once.
He jerks his arm, his senses ablaze and his interest rousing again, while still annoyed by the coy omega at his side, "You're making it hard to walk straight."
Sakura laughs lightly and disentangles their arms. He tries not to think of how he so easily fell into her trap and is now walking her to his apartment, allowing her in his haven again. Certainly, he does not think of the consequences of their actions when she's sucking on his tongue and moaning freely, her palms on his chest, his back flat against his front door. It takes approximately eight steps to attain the door of his bedroom, and while Sasuke crosses that distance, not once does he make the decision to put an end to this. Not even when he turns the doorknob and allows the omega in, granting her the liberty to imbue his sheets with her scent and condemn him to many sleepless nights. Seated on his bed, her legs dangling over the edge of it, Sakura's face hovers close to his crotch. Her fingers unbutton his trousers. He watches her draw his semi hard-on out of its confines and exhale sharply, her lips dampening with saliva. He wonders if she's as ready to take him in another orifice, and if she's not, how wetter she'll become after going through the trouble of preparing him.
As his body and mind remember, his hand comes to rest onto the back of her head. Sakura looks up at him then, her hand wrapped around his shaft, angling him towards her explorative tongue. She moistens his rapidly hardening member, spreading her lips around him and undulating her head. It's at this moment that he's facing the reality of how truly powerless he is, his body eagerly responding to her touch, his member brought to its full potential in the scorching heat of his “partner's” mouth. Although she could never take him deep, Sakura always pays great attention to what he likes. With his hand cradling the back of her head, the omega sucks on his length enthusiastically, interpreting his signal to move faster, innocent eyes drifting upwards to meet his gaze. This—she never did. Sasuke curses, throbbing in her mouth, steadying his breath in order to prevent coming prematurely.
"Sakura," he says, stiff, voice inconveniently breathy. It hasn't been more than five minutes and he already feels like he is on the verge of ejaculating.
"Not good?" the omega asks, blinking at him. His throbbing cock is still held in her firm grasp, the thin straps of her dress have fallen off her shoulders. That kind of image will haunt him later at nights.
He swallows thickly, "I think you should lay back on the bed."
He can see her rub her thighs together, can smell her bathing his room in pheromones. She nods and crawls onto his sheets, looking back at him once her head rests on his pillow. Once again, he curses himself for making the decision to take her to his room, where her scent and the memories will linger.
"Is this good enough, Alpha?" she asks him, opening her legs for him.
"I don't know," he rasps, fully grasping that this is one of the only times he'll get off with something other than his hand ever since Sakura ended their arrangement last year, "You're still dressed."
He proceeds to rip her tights, showing her how displeased he is with that situation. The little squeal that escapes Sakura's lips is quickly muffled by his mouth as he lies down next to her and bunches her dress to her middle. Down there, he discovers that her panties are soaked. Sasuke remembers himself fucking her through each one of her heats. He recalls fingering her until his wrist glistened with her slick. He recalls how she tasted when he ventured down there. Up until now, she's the only omega who made him change his mind about intimacy. He'd prefer if she never learned the truth.
His hands remain steady and show none of his inner impatience when he helps her slide her underwear down her legs. One finger, and then two, are inserted inside her heated opening while alpha and omega lick into each other's mouths. And as usual, Sakura is the first one to cut their connection, mouth wrenching away from his just as the pads of his fingers rub the spongy flesh at the entrance of her sex. Her back arches as she moans and chases his fingers with her wiggling hips, desperate to get some kind of relief.
Sasuke's mouth is at her ear, murmuring quietly, "Do you have condoms?"
"Why would I?" she says breathlessly.
He shuffles so he can prop himself up on his elbow. If she wants him to say it, he'll say it. "You went on a blind date, where you knew a bunch of alpha would be, and didn't think of taking condoms with you?"
"Ino told me you'd be there. I don't… I don't usually do these kinds of things," she says, and cowers from his probing stare.
That newly-acquired piece of information could almost make him smile. He's rather pleased that she only planned on getting fucked by him and didn't seek the first alpha that was willing enough to fulfill that task. Not that there would be a shortage of alphas willing to empty their balls in her.
"I don't have any," he ends up admitting, dreading her reply.
He can't see her eyes, but her cheeks are burning, "It's fine, so… hurry…"
"You want me to go in raw?"
The prospect shakes him to the core. They've never done this without protection, as they were both too scared of the consequences if things went wrong. Now, neither of them can find it in themselves to care. Turning around and showing him her back, Sakura doesn't give him a reply. She lifts her leg and gets a hold of him, rubbing his tip in her juices before inserting him herself. It shouldn't be this hot, and he should not be considering whether Sakura had enough preparation to take him in. No, he should be thinking about how good the omega makes him feel, how easy it would be to stuff her full and pound her until he pops a knot. Her walls stretch around him, and his brain short circuits. The sensation without the rubber is the best. Her slick heat pulses around him and envelops him so perfectly, it's like her body was made for him.
"You seem to remember my shape, don't you?"
Sakura shakes her head, obviously embarrassed. She's always so responsive, so sensitive for him. He enjoys contemplating how her pristine flesh blooms red or bruises at his touch, how it trembles when he moves. Right now, his hand holds onto her thigh to spread her and better accommodate him, half of his body spooning her in a way he would admit is ridiculously tender.
Her slick gushes around his length just as he bottoms out, his thigh meeting the back of her thigh. Finally, he pulls back and drives himself back into her, rocking her body onto the sheets and causing her to grip them tightly.
"So full…!"
He smirks at her admission, and, using her leg as some sort of leverage, he begins fucking her forcefully on her side, helpless to do anything but remain split open on his cock. It goes on like this until Sasuke groans at her tightness, recognising that her orgasm is near. His hand reaches for her clit, circling it until his digits drench with her arousal and her body grips him tight during the onslaught of her first orgasm. It's impossible to move, not when her pussy chokes his length to the point he's afraid it's going to rip, her eager moans driving him insane with lust.
His pelvis is soaked with her slick. Sex has always been a messy affair he would have dreaded if it did not leave him completely satisfied afterwards. Due to their sessions being planned mostly during Sakura's heats, the omega wouldn't leave his bed until it ended days later, her body boneless and her mind buzzing from the endless pleasure. In that area, at least, he could afford to not be too selfish. His lidded eyes watch Sakura move so she's crawling between his thighs, her hand sneaking between them to curl around his member, mouth wrapping around the tip hungrily.
"Fuck, have you always been this needy?"
He'd thought she wasn't herself during her heats. The omega that plugs her mouth with his cock is feral, her head moving swiftly upon his length, her fingers venturing to his swollen balls. With a strained groan, he has to physically extract himself from her mouth to prevent getting her stuck on his knot.
"I get it. You don't want to come in my mouth," Sakura says, a little too casually for his taste.
"Getting your mouth knotted isn't exactly smooth," he tells her, allowing her to climb onto his lap, her warm hand stroking him needlessly, "From what I heard."
Other alphas casually recounted their encounters in locker rooms. He'd tried to ignore it, however some voices were too loud.
"We can try some other time," Sakura suggests and wraps her arms around his neck. He does not think about her choice of words, preferring to think of this as a one time experience. As she proceeds to hug him with her limbs, Sasuke uses both hands to lift her perfectly shaped rear and enter her anew. This time he can't help sighing, rejoicing in her warmth and the softness of her skin pressed against him. While she rides him, he takes a glimpse at her flushed face, her jewel-like eyes hazy and nearly closed. He gets the disconcerting observation that she's almost beautiful like this. She's at least pleasing to look at, or he wouldn't be balls deep in her.
Every time Sakura would grind her clit against the rough pubic hair at the base of his cock, he would feel her walls quiver around him, creating astounding friction and urging him to dash towards his own release. He's surprised he has lasted this long with the pressure in his groin wound so tightly and his abstinence since the end of their agreement, seeking pleasure would greatly influence his ability to last. And though the view of Sakura seeking her own pleasure above him is immensely pleasant, he can't ignore his instincts to dominate the pretty omega.
He'd claim her again, he decides—right now. Like he did many times before. His eyes stray to the swollen mating gland on her neck, alpha senses screaming at him to bite and insure that the swaying seductive siren on his lap become his mate. If he were senseless and in rut, he would certainly consider it. His arms dislodge her with a care that is nothing like the fiery determination that has been welling up from within.
“I don't think I can be gentle.”
It's not meant as a warning. He knows what she can handle—what she needs.
Sakura doesn't smile, but her hands trace the veins of his forearms, showing how relaxed she is. He intends to change that.
“Then don't be,” she murmurs, and before she can claim his lips and tries to seduce him with her kisses, Sasuke redirects her on her hands and knees, causing her to gasp as she's facing his wall and his scattered pillows. His hand presses onto the small of her back, coaxing her to flatten her curves against his mattress except for her jutting backside. Pliant and docile, Sakura spreads her thighs, commanding him to do more than stare.
“Is that how you want me, Alpha?"
He restrains himself to not fuck her right then and there, no matter how much he wants to. His cock demands friction, so he pumps it a little. His hand settles on her waist, elevating it so he can line himself up with her entrance. Her warm pussy grips him tight, making him swear and buck his hips.
“...So big,” Sakura whimpers, moving her hips and grabbing at his sheets. She makes sounds that he'd think would be exaggerated if her walls didn't flutter around him so pleasantly, “Alpha… Hmmmm.”
He makes a jab inside of her, punishing and strong enough to make her gasp and cling to the mattress, her entire body sliding on the sheets as he embeds himself to the hilt.
“I have a name,” he reminds her. He does not like the idea that Sakura could be picturing someone else in his stead.
“...Sasuke-kun.”
“That's right,” his hand slides down to her wet nub, rubbing it roughly as he listens to her strangled moans, his hips moving against her butt, his cock grinding her depths. He smirks, “Remember who's fucking you.”
In that position, Sakura is at his mercy, unable to move. Sasuke stuffs her full, fucking her with the entirety of his length, uncaring if he's plugging her too deep. He can't help getting carried away in their mutual outburst of passion, getting drunk off her moans and admiring the appealing shine of her sweaty skin. He doesn't think of decreasing speed. Not even when the sounds of slapping skin echo in the room, threatening to anger his neighbours.
She does feel tighter like this. He looks down at her plump behind, how it cushions his shallow thrusts, one hand coming down to hold onto her shoulder as he forces another orgasm out of her. Slick gushes in considerable amounts, her body clamps down on him to the point Sasuke pulls himself out, fearing he'd knot her by mistake. Sakura comes around nothing, ass held high and little screams muffled against his mattress.
“Alpha, Alpha…” she rubs her cheek against his sheets, looking up at him.
“What did I tell you,” he grumbles, now irked by her words and the frustration of not being able to come once again. He doesn't know how long he can take this.
“Fuck me, knot me…” she keeps blabbering, and he's inclined to do just that. But he can't. He's the only one with some semblance of control, the only one who can ignore his biological instincts.
“Breed me, please… Hng… Alpha… Hmm…”
At once, his hand comes down on her cheeks, rippling her flesh and making her cry out. He regrets it as soon as he does it, at least until he catches sight of the euphoric expression on the omega's face. Perhaps he underestimated her masochistic streak.
“More,” she demands, shaking her rear indecently. Not even in the course of her heat did she ask to be degraded in this way. He remembers tears, remembers how she begged to be filled and knotted. Not this.
“I don't think you deserve it,” he tells her with a taunting smirk, inexplicably enjoying this. He could walk out and leave her hanging, just to see what her reaction would be like.
“Please,” she pleads, lifting her head. Her eyes well up with tears, her cheeks are red, and the sight would pull at his heart strings in another context, “Please, Sasuke-kun…”
Measuring his strength, he gives it to her—gloating when she moans wholeheartedly. He spanks the other cheek and watches how her flesh tints pink. Now, when she would try to sit down, the sting would remind her of this very moment.
“I can't believe you're making me do this,” he says harshly, and pulls at her wrist to make her face him, “You're hopeless.”
It seems that Sakura has abandoned all pretence of shame. She does not attempt to hide her lewd face from him. She does not counter his insult, no. Instead, her hungry eyes roam across the length of his body, purposely straying to his crotch.
“You're very hard,” she observes, and makes no move to take care of his plight, “That must be painful.”
He'd let that one slide, just because he's not in the mood for banter. He never really is, when he is around Sakura. Not when he knows they could be doing other, more enjoyable activities. Thankfully, his “partner” appears to understand his situation, straightening her back and moving to sit on his pillow. She looks expectant, and so Sasuke moves quickly, grabbing the back of her neck and coaxing her to share a deep kiss by sliding his tongue over her bottom lip. Kissing never fails to have her squirming and moaning sweetly, allowing him to feel her soft curves against his chest. Said curves are right now barred, the hard tips of breasts grazing his torso pleasantly.
“Don't you want to touch them?” Sakura says once she notices him staring.
He scowls at her, annoyed that she'd try to taunt him with her attributes. He's had them in his hands in the past. And they were… Memorable. She has those kinds of breasts that are high on her chest, but are still heavy enough to spill between his fingers. Reluctantly, and, painfully aware that watchful green eyes are eyeing his every move, Sasuke gropes them, his eyes set on the light color of her nipples, his tongue wetting his lips.
“Be as rough as you want…” Sakura whispers, arms coming under them to push them up, as if the omega is quite literally offering herself to him. He’d willingly take that offer if he weren't so pent up.
“Later,” he says in a low voice, not thinking of the connotation of that word. His member remains heavy between his legs, and so he urges the omega to lay down, his cock pushing between her thighs. The noise he makes as he plunges inside her is embarrassingly loud. While his skin meets her skin, he's certain she can feel his erratic heartbeat. He can't find the energy in him to care. Nothing seems to matter except for the need to release the load that has been churning in his balls since she roped him in that careless act. He had contented himself perfectly with his right hand until now.
With a vigor he ignores he possessed, Sasuke rams away and jerks her body into the sheets. Sakura makes those annoying, high pitched sounds, her ankles hooking behind his back to close the small distance between their bodies. He buries his face in her sweat-covered throat and rolls his hips skillfully, getting high on her body reaction to that move.
“Y-yes, put a baby in me!”
He knows better than anyone this is the hormones talking, but his pulse speeds up anyway. He does not want to lower himself to the level of some unruly animal and impregnate Sakura just because their nature demands it, however, he'd admit that kind of talk rouses the beast in him. He sees himself pounding her fertile body in the sole intent to knot her and fill her up with the chances of conception, fattening her belly with his child. A guttural moan rises in his throat as he picks up in speed and force, rutting against her until his bed frame bangs repeatedly against the wall, cracking at the edges. He's so close that he pays no mind to the squeals Sakura lets out as she clings to him franctically. While the mattress sinks under them and the frame makes a snapping sound, Sasuke succumbs to his orgasm, Sakura following suit. He has enough sense to drags himself out of her tightness before his knot inflates around his cock.
At the moment, He's too inebriated to care about how half of his mattress dropped on the floor. He gathers a sticky Sakura into his arms and wraps an arm around her waist. When the high of his orgasm shatters, he'll let go of her and pretend his fondness for the omega is just a result of the hormones and great attraction.
“I can't believe we broke the bed,” Sakura whines, hiding her face between her hands.
He could tell her that technically, he did it. His bed can support the weight of two people, it's his movements that provoked its rupture. Releasing a deep breath, Sasuke throws an arm across his face, wondering when the feeling of remorse will come. His furniture is broken. He's sticky. His room smells foul.
And yet, he feels almost ecstatic.