Sakura/Hinata <3
For: des_butterfly
Genre: Romance/slightly angsty
Pairing: Sakura/Hinata
Rating: R for safety
Warnings: Dub-con, yuri (..duh), um.. mentions of het?
Summary: Hinata's spent all her life chasing Naruto, but now she's got him it takes the intervention of a friend for her to realise that he's not all she imagined.
Word count: 1,393
AN: Ack, I'm afraid I didn't manage to get my prompt of 'storm' in.. I really hope this is okay for you, des_butterfly! The title is stolen shamelessly from Garbage's 'Breaking up the Girl'. And yey, just sneaked in before the deadline!
Breaking up the Girl
She wasn't sure how she'd ended up like this, pressed up against the bedroom wall of her and Naruto's room, and she wasn’t sure why Sakura was still kissing her even after she'd told her, no and begged her to stop, please, Sakura-san... or why she felt so flushed, so wound up, even though she knew that she didn't want it, that she couldn't want it.
Perhaps it was just the fact that Sakura's fingers knew more about the human anatomy than most people would ever know. Perhaps that was why Sakura's touches, sometimes feather-light and gentle, sometimes bruising and ferocious, were making her feel so dizzy, so detached, drifting in out of reality and making her forget about Naruto, and how he would be home soon. Perhaps this wasn't Sakura at all, maybe it was some foreign ninja trying to find the secret of the Jyuuken, or it was Naruto in disguise or... or... rough fingers tugged at the waistband of her trousers as a hot, wet mouth nipped and kissed at the base of her throat as Hinata pushed back against Sakura again, trying half-heartedly to push her off.
She felt so helpless, but she knew deep inside that she could stop this assault if she wanted to, but she couldn't find reason for why she wasn't. Sakura had been so strange all evening, and now there was this, these hands shoving her trousers down so they slid down her thighs and caught at the knee. This mouth biting almost playfully at her collarbone. She wasn't saying much, only if Hinata said something first - she seemed all too occupied by pulling her top up, deftly unhooking her bra (unlike Naruto, Hinata thought in a daze, who couldn't seem to do it however many times he tried) and sliding fingers round to lightly trace the swell of her breast, making her gasp softly.
Hinata wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, not really sure if Sakura wanted to do anything at all. She knew couldn't stop it now, not because she was physically unable but because her body wanted it, wanted it badly, wanted all the gentle touches and caresses that Naruto was so painfully bad at, wanted all the unexpected attention that was being showered on her. Sakura seemed to know that as she tugged the plain, utilitarian black top up over her head - she found herself lifting her arms without prompt, blushing as Sakura grinned at her. Parting her lips as Sakura kissed her. Letting her eyes close, moaning softly at the rush of pleasure that ran through her as a cautious tongue pushed up against hers.
She knew she must be ridiculous to look at, with her bra hanging undone off her shoulders, her trousers at her knees and her face flushed with embarrassment and sudden desire, but Sakura wasn't laughing at her, wasn't teasing, didn’t seem to mind. Slowly, shyly, Hinata's hands crept up onto unfamiliar hips, resting there almost apologetically. Soft lips smiled against hers and she felt her heart beat quicken.
She didn't want this. She knew she didn't want it as Sakura pulled her onto the bed, the bed that she and Naruto shared, the bed that she'd always wanted to share, the bed that had given her so little pleasure. She didn't want her bra to be snatched off and tossed away, or her trousers to be tugged off and abandoned, leaving her feeling extremely naked and exposed, hands automatically going up to try and cover herself. Sakura just grinned at her faintly as she pulled off her own clothing that rattled with senbons as she dropped it off the end of the bed.
"Relax," she murmured as she moved back to her reluctant lover, pressing another kiss to her lips as she lay half on top of her, exposing her back to the cool air of the room. Hinata was so tense, so easily scared - everyone knew she wasn't happy with Naruto, for all that followed him in her teenage years. She had gone against everything, even against her family, for this and let herself be pushed down further in the eyes of her father for the sake of a man who didn't really care about her, just cared about the undivided attention she gave him. Sakura had tried talking to Naruto, but he had insisted that everything was fine, that he was happy and Hinata was happy and wasn't that all that mattered? In disgust, Sakura had given up on her short-sighted friend to try and appeal to Hinata, to tell her that just because she'd gone this far for him it didn't mean that she had to stay with him, to tell her that there were plenty of men out there.
She'd never intended it to go this far. She'd never meant to kiss her, but she had - and she surprised herself as much as Hinata when she realised she'd liked it. She knew Hinata had too, and that she would, if only she'd let herself go a little and stop worrying... and so she went further, pushing her, pulling out all the little tricks that all the men she'd been with had done for her. She hardly had a long repertoire of lovers herself, but enough to know what was good and enough to consider herself experienced in areas that Hinata so obviously wasn’t.
Sakura had never done this before, not with a girl, but she refused to baulk now telling herself that Hinata needed it, that she wanted it... she broke the kiss and moved down the bed making sure she was on top of Hinata all the way to stop the girl trying to move away - having got her this far, Sakura refused to give up. Green eyes looking up at Hinata's blushing face, she ran her tongue over the nub of her nipple, pleased when the smaller girl bit her lip to try and stop a gasp - encouraged, she licked it again, teasing a moan out of Hinata, feeling her squirm underneath her.
Hinata had given up trying to think and abandoned any hope that Sakura was going to stop. She could feel the gentle fingertips sliding down her bare stomach and snagging on her underwear, or at least, what remained of it, slipping underneath. A moan welled up in her throat unbidden as Sakura touched her, pushed her fingers up inside her and explored her, touching in a way that she'd never been touched before. She finally lost her reservations and moaned Sakura's name softly, hands going into the girl's mane of pink hair and she begged her not to stop until her words were cut off with another kiss. She kissed back almost feverishly, awash with unfamiliar sensations that were like electricity sparking through her, making her sweat, making her tighten around the fingers that tormented her.
She climaxed harder than she thought she'd ever done, clinging hopelessly onto Sakura, short nails slicing up her pale back as she felt white heat sprawl through her, arching and writhing, seeing nothing but stars and cherry blossom.
Hinata slid down from the high slowly, her breath evening out only gradually as wide eyes opened slowly, the blush on her face this time not from embarrassment but exertion. She parted her lips to say something, only to be interrupted as a door slammed downstairs and a painfully familiar voice shouting up at her.
"HIIIIINATA! I'm home!"
--
Really, Sakura reflected the day after, no matter how far he'd come, Naruto was still far too gullible for his own good. Hinata had gone to pieces, predictably, but Sakura had always been quick with excuses and thinking on her feet. Naruto had barged in as she was pulling on one of Hinata's tops, after ushering the girl into the en-suite. Frankly, the excuse of falling into a river was inexcusable in its poorness, but Naruto... had taken it as an excuse to laugh at her for a good two and a half seconds before getting a thorough beating from the medic-nin.
The stupid boy hadn't even noticed that her hair wasn't wet.
Things hadn't gone exactly as she had intended, but it had worked out pretty well, she figured. Now, all she had to do is work out how to stop Hinata following her around and blushing all the time...
Genre: Romance/slightly angsty
Pairing: Sakura/Hinata
Rating: R for safety
Warnings: Dub-con, yuri (..duh), um.. mentions of het?
Summary: Hinata's spent all her life chasing Naruto, but now she's got him it takes the intervention of a friend for her to realise that he's not all she imagined.
Word count: 1,393
AN: Ack, I'm afraid I didn't manage to get my prompt of 'storm' in.. I really hope this is okay for you, des_butterfly! The title is stolen shamelessly from Garbage's 'Breaking up the Girl'. And yey, just sneaked in before the deadline!
Breaking up the Girl
She wasn't sure how she'd ended up like this, pressed up against the bedroom wall of her and Naruto's room, and she wasn’t sure why Sakura was still kissing her even after she'd told her, no and begged her to stop, please, Sakura-san... or why she felt so flushed, so wound up, even though she knew that she didn't want it, that she couldn't want it.
Perhaps it was just the fact that Sakura's fingers knew more about the human anatomy than most people would ever know. Perhaps that was why Sakura's touches, sometimes feather-light and gentle, sometimes bruising and ferocious, were making her feel so dizzy, so detached, drifting in out of reality and making her forget about Naruto, and how he would be home soon. Perhaps this wasn't Sakura at all, maybe it was some foreign ninja trying to find the secret of the Jyuuken, or it was Naruto in disguise or... or... rough fingers tugged at the waistband of her trousers as a hot, wet mouth nipped and kissed at the base of her throat as Hinata pushed back against Sakura again, trying half-heartedly to push her off.
She felt so helpless, but she knew deep inside that she could stop this assault if she wanted to, but she couldn't find reason for why she wasn't. Sakura had been so strange all evening, and now there was this, these hands shoving her trousers down so they slid down her thighs and caught at the knee. This mouth biting almost playfully at her collarbone. She wasn't saying much, only if Hinata said something first - she seemed all too occupied by pulling her top up, deftly unhooking her bra (unlike Naruto, Hinata thought in a daze, who couldn't seem to do it however many times he tried) and sliding fingers round to lightly trace the swell of her breast, making her gasp softly.
Hinata wasn't sure what she was supposed to do, not really sure if Sakura wanted to do anything at all. She knew couldn't stop it now, not because she was physically unable but because her body wanted it, wanted it badly, wanted all the gentle touches and caresses that Naruto was so painfully bad at, wanted all the unexpected attention that was being showered on her. Sakura seemed to know that as she tugged the plain, utilitarian black top up over her head - she found herself lifting her arms without prompt, blushing as Sakura grinned at her. Parting her lips as Sakura kissed her. Letting her eyes close, moaning softly at the rush of pleasure that ran through her as a cautious tongue pushed up against hers.
She knew she must be ridiculous to look at, with her bra hanging undone off her shoulders, her trousers at her knees and her face flushed with embarrassment and sudden desire, but Sakura wasn't laughing at her, wasn't teasing, didn’t seem to mind. Slowly, shyly, Hinata's hands crept up onto unfamiliar hips, resting there almost apologetically. Soft lips smiled against hers and she felt her heart beat quicken.
She didn't want this. She knew she didn't want it as Sakura pulled her onto the bed, the bed that she and Naruto shared, the bed that she'd always wanted to share, the bed that had given her so little pleasure. She didn't want her bra to be snatched off and tossed away, or her trousers to be tugged off and abandoned, leaving her feeling extremely naked and exposed, hands automatically going up to try and cover herself. Sakura just grinned at her faintly as she pulled off her own clothing that rattled with senbons as she dropped it off the end of the bed.
"Relax," she murmured as she moved back to her reluctant lover, pressing another kiss to her lips as she lay half on top of her, exposing her back to the cool air of the room. Hinata was so tense, so easily scared - everyone knew she wasn't happy with Naruto, for all that followed him in her teenage years. She had gone against everything, even against her family, for this and let herself be pushed down further in the eyes of her father for the sake of a man who didn't really care about her, just cared about the undivided attention she gave him. Sakura had tried talking to Naruto, but he had insisted that everything was fine, that he was happy and Hinata was happy and wasn't that all that mattered? In disgust, Sakura had given up on her short-sighted friend to try and appeal to Hinata, to tell her that just because she'd gone this far for him it didn't mean that she had to stay with him, to tell her that there were plenty of men out there.
She'd never intended it to go this far. She'd never meant to kiss her, but she had - and she surprised herself as much as Hinata when she realised she'd liked it. She knew Hinata had too, and that she would, if only she'd let herself go a little and stop worrying... and so she went further, pushing her, pulling out all the little tricks that all the men she'd been with had done for her. She hardly had a long repertoire of lovers herself, but enough to know what was good and enough to consider herself experienced in areas that Hinata so obviously wasn’t.
Sakura had never done this before, not with a girl, but she refused to baulk now telling herself that Hinata needed it, that she wanted it... she broke the kiss and moved down the bed making sure she was on top of Hinata all the way to stop the girl trying to move away - having got her this far, Sakura refused to give up. Green eyes looking up at Hinata's blushing face, she ran her tongue over the nub of her nipple, pleased when the smaller girl bit her lip to try and stop a gasp - encouraged, she licked it again, teasing a moan out of Hinata, feeling her squirm underneath her.
Hinata had given up trying to think and abandoned any hope that Sakura was going to stop. She could feel the gentle fingertips sliding down her bare stomach and snagging on her underwear, or at least, what remained of it, slipping underneath. A moan welled up in her throat unbidden as Sakura touched her, pushed her fingers up inside her and explored her, touching in a way that she'd never been touched before. She finally lost her reservations and moaned Sakura's name softly, hands going into the girl's mane of pink hair and she begged her not to stop until her words were cut off with another kiss. She kissed back almost feverishly, awash with unfamiliar sensations that were like electricity sparking through her, making her sweat, making her tighten around the fingers that tormented her.
She climaxed harder than she thought she'd ever done, clinging hopelessly onto Sakura, short nails slicing up her pale back as she felt white heat sprawl through her, arching and writhing, seeing nothing but stars and cherry blossom.
Hinata slid down from the high slowly, her breath evening out only gradually as wide eyes opened slowly, the blush on her face this time not from embarrassment but exertion. She parted her lips to say something, only to be interrupted as a door slammed downstairs and a painfully familiar voice shouting up at her.
"HIIIIINATA! I'm home!"
--
Really, Sakura reflected the day after, no matter how far he'd come, Naruto was still far too gullible for his own good. Hinata had gone to pieces, predictably, but Sakura had always been quick with excuses and thinking on her feet. Naruto had barged in as she was pulling on one of Hinata's tops, after ushering the girl into the en-suite. Frankly, the excuse of falling into a river was inexcusable in its poorness, but Naruto... had taken it as an excuse to laugh at her for a good two and a half seconds before getting a thorough beating from the medic-nin.
The stupid boy hadn't even noticed that her hair wasn't wet.
Things hadn't gone exactly as she had intended, but it had worked out pretty well, she figured. Now, all she had to do is work out how to stop Hinata following her around and blushing all the time...