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Sasuke Uchiha stumbles out of the bar where it seemed half the town was in. He had been stealing glances at Hinata Hyuga all night and the air was electric. Naruto had turned her down last week but even before that, Sasuke was noticing her. She was no longer the timid teenager. She was a woman now, a very attractive woman. But when the glances got to be too much attention for her, she slipped outside for fresh air, a little hazy from the alcohol too. He needed to find her. He craved her. He stalked towards the back alley, following her.
Hinata hugged herself, the night air doing little to cool the fire simmering under her skin. The bar's noise faded into a distant thump, replaced by the soft rustle of wind skittering discarded paper across the cracked pavement. She tilted her head back, the moon a pale sliver through the hazy glow of the village lanterns. Each glance from him had been a physical touch, a spark against her nerve endings, leaving her breathless and disoriented. It wasn't just the alcohol; it was the weight of that obsidian gaze, tracking her with an intensity that was both terrifying and intoxicating.
A shadow detached itself from the deeper gloom of the alley entrance. She didn't startle. Some part of her, the primal, humming part that had been aware of him all night, had been expecting this.
Sasuke moved with that grace that was so uniquely his, a predator's economy of motion. He stopped a few feet away, the space between them charged and heavy. He didn't speak at first, just looked at her, and the look was everything. It was a question and an answer, a threat and a promise. His Sharingan wasn't active, but the darkness in his eyes seemed to swirl just as powerfully.
In her drunken haze she bite her lip, not daring to say his name because someone might notice them and her body was too on fire to let him leave.
He walked over to her, pushing her up against the brick wall. She lets out a small gasp. He leaned in, putting his forearm above her on the wall to steady himself. His other hand sliding up around her neck. "So, this is what it feels like." He said, his deep, rich, and raspy voice sending shivers through her entire body. The feeling of his warm body pressing against hers was divine.
"What... what, what feels like?" She managed to stammer out, her brain short-circuiting from the contact.
A low, dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. "You want me, Hinata." He said it as a statement. A fact. Not a question. "You've been thinking about this." He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over her lips, smelling of sake and something uniquely Sasuke. "I've been thinking about it too."
He didn't wait for a response, for denial or confirmation. He closed the remaining distance, and the world narrowed to the point of contact. His lips crashed against hers, not gentle, not asking. It was a claiming. A desperate, hungry thing that had been festering in the dark for too long. The kiss tasted of stolen moments and unresolved tension, of sake and a raw, masculine need that made her knees weak. Her hands, which had been frozen at her sides, finally came to life, fisting into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
He let out a low growl when he felt her moan into the kiss. He needed to have her. It didn't matter that this was some dark alleyway.
His hand left her neck and found its way to the bottom hem of her skirt. He pulled her leg up around his waist and she gasped at the sudden movement. He started kissing down her neck.
"Sasuke..." she breathed out, a half-protest, half-plea. "Someone could see..."
He paused, his teeth scraping lightly against the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. He lifted his head, his eyes locked with hers, the darkness in them absolutely. "Let them look," he rasped, the vibration of his voice against her skin making her shudder. His free hand was tracing patterns on the bare skin of her thigh, higher, setting every nerve alight. "Let them see you're mine."
Hinata's world was a whirlwind of sensation. The rough brick at her back, the cool night air on her flushed skin, the overwhelming heat and solid strength of Sasuke pressing her into the wall. His words, you're mine, echoed in the hazy, sake-fogged corners of her mind, bypassing all rational thought. Her head fell back against the wall with a soft thud, a silent surrender. The protest died on her lips, replaced by a soft, wanting sigh.
He took that as the invitation it was. His fingers bypassed the fabric of her underwear, finding her slick and ready for him.
Her breath hitched by the touch and his mouth went to her neck against leaving a combination of hungry kisses and bites of possession.
His fingers were like a whole new jutsu as she stifled a moan. He slowly moved them in and out of her making her legs want to give out.
The world dissolved into a series of sharp, blinding points of pleasure. Every drag of his calloused fingertips, every press of his thumb against that sensitive nub, was a lightning strike. She was lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, her body no longer her own but an instrument he was playing with devastating skill. The brick wall scraped against her back, a grounding counterpoint to the dizzying heights he was pushing her towards. The faint, distant sounds of the village were nothing more than a meaningless buzz.
Her head was swimming. "Sasuke... please..." she begged, the words torn from her throat, raw and needy. She didn't know what she was begging for. For him to stop? For more? For this torturous, exquisite pleasure to never end?
He chuckled against her neck, a dark, triumphant sound. "Please what?" He murmured, the vibrations sending another shockwave through her. His fingers stilled their movement, pressing deep inside her, holding her on that knife's edge. "Use your words."
He wanted to break her. He wanted to hear her say it. To shatter the last remnants of that shy Hyuga heiress persona and leave only the raw, wanting woman beneath.
Her heart was pounding in her chest; the alcohol amplified her boldness.
"I-I need you." He let out another growl and bite down her neck a little too hard. Her words were like fuel to fire. He's been waiting to hear them all night, and they were so much more delicious than he thought.
He quickly undid his pants freeing his hard cock from the confines of the fabric. "Hold on," he commanded, his voice a low growl against her ear. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her other leg hooking around his waist instinctively, leaving her completely open to him. He shifted, the broad head of his cock pressing against her entrance, teasing, promising. The anticipation was a new form of torture, a delicious ache that made her entire body tremble.
Then, with a single, powerful thrust, he was inside her.
Hinata cried out, a sharp, ragged sound that was swallowed by the alley's darkness. He was bigger than she'd imagined, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that was both shocking and utterly right. There was no gentle adjustment period, no slow build. He set a punishing rhythm immediately, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into her, each thrust driving the air from her lungs and pushing her harder against the unforgiving brick.
This wasn't making love. This was a raw, desperate claim. Every thrust was a wordless declaration, every gasp and grunt a sentence in a language they were only just discovering. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her, controlling the angle, driving into her with a force that bordered on violent.
His depth hitting the spot that sent a wave of ecstasy through her body with every single thrust. His grunts against her neck in synch her moans were all consuming.
Her hands have found their way up the back of his shirt. Her nails dug into him while she could barely contain herself. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body reaching its peak.
The coil in her stomach wound tighter, a spring of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The world narrowed to the sounds of their bodies meeting, the scent of sweat and sake, the feeling of him pounding into her, claiming every inch of her. The pressure built, an unbearable, exquisite torment, until finally, it snapped.
A silent scream tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. It was a tidal wave, a white-hot explosion behind her eyes. Her entire body convulsed, her walls clamping down around him like a vise. Her nails raked down his back, leaving fiery trails in their wake. For a moment, she was gone, lost in the blinding, all-consuming pleasure.
He felt her cum, and it sent him over the edge. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, a hoarse shout tearing from his lips as he emptied himself into her. The force of it sent another, smaller tremor through her body. They stood there for a long moment, panting, trembling mess, tangling together in the shadows. He rested his forehead against hers, their ragged breaths mingling in the cool night air.
Not a word was spoken between them as they locked eyes. Suddenly more sober.
Her phone lights up with a text message asking where she is. She'd somehow dropped it during it all.
Reality came crashing back. The hazy bubble of alcohol and lust popped, leaving the harsh light of the village lanterns and the cold reality of what they'd just done. The text on her screen was a stark reminder: Hinata? Are you okay? It's getting late. - Hanabi.
Slowly, carefully, Sasuke lowered her leg, his body withdrawing from hers. The sudden emptiness was a physical ache. He stepped back, tucking himself back into his pants with a brisk, efficient motion. The predator was gone, and in his place stood the Uchiha, cold, composed, and unreadable.
Hinata smoothed down her skirt, her fingers trembling. She avoided his gaze, bending to pick up her phone. The screen felt impossibly bright in the dim alley.
"I have to go," she whispered, the words barely audible.
Sasuke didn't respond, just watched her. His face was a shadow mask, but she could feel the weight of his stare.
She straightened up, finally risking a glance at him. The same dark intensity was there, but it was different now. Sate, but still possessive. Still hungry.
She didn't know what to say. 'Thank you'? 'Sorry'?
She opted out of both and turned to find her sister.
He wasn't sure what he felt as he watched her leave. He knew, however, he'd be damned if he couldn't have her again. He wasn't lying when he claimed her as his. He stood there in the darkness as she disappeared back into the light, the phantom feelings of her body against him, the taste of her on his lips, the echo of her moans in his ears. This was not an end. It was the beginning. A dark, complicated, and utterly inevitable one. He straightened his shirt, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips as he melted back into the alley's shadows. The Uchiha clan had a history of obsessions. Hinata Hyuga was about to become his.