SasuHina-From Secret Love Song (Ch TBD)

From an AU story where Sasuke and Hinata are part of an idol group.

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-Sasuke's POV-

I watched in extreme amusement as Hinata's face turned one darker shade of red after another.

"I-I-I attacked you?!"

It's the truth. She woke up when I was laying her on my bed the night she and Sakura had been given spiked drinks at Masquerade. Hinata woke up, took one look at me, and tried to jump my bones. Other than a nice view of her underwear and some risque facial expressions, I managed to prevent anything from happening.

"I should've reported you for sexual harassment."

Giddy delight warmed my chest as she buried her face in her handed and groaned as she sat at her desk, laptop open. Last night, she truly and honestly surprised me in the shower. I figured it wise to wait until the end of today to hold up my end of the bargain so she'd have time to fume and panic properly. Rather than tell her that plan, I simply wandered into her room and started spilling the hypothetical tea.

"I-I'm so sorry, Sasuke! I swear I didn't know what I was doing!"

Snickering, I fell lazily onto her bed, arms out from my sides, "Uh, yeah. I could tell."

A soft, offended sound came from her, and I grinned, eyes closed, "Want me to refresh you on some of the best lines of the night?"

"No, thank you."

"I'll tell you anyway."

Sitting up, I met her eye, "'I bet you're a good kisser.'"

Those full lips tugged into a pout as she came over to stand before me, "P-Please shut up."

"'I can't believe I didn't know you were an Uchiha. I mean, look at that jawline.'"

The mortified sounds she made got more so after each taunt, and I parted my legs to make room for her as she came to fall forward and buried her face in my shoulder. Feeling her curves with my hands and against my chest, I lowered my voice and whispered in her ear, "'You're already impossible to ignore, but the fact that you're off limits…'"

A small laugh left her lips, and she brought her arms around my neck as she straightened her spine and met my gaze. Those pearl-like eyes shined bright with emotion: embarrassment, affection, and nostalgia. "W-Well, at least I didn't lie."

My brows raised in surprise, and I accepted her soft kisses without hesitation, guiding her to straddle my hips. A familiar floral scent surrounded me as her hair fell over her shoulders when she leaned forward slightly.

Hinata…. She's just so….feminine.

The delicate way she carries herself, the soft smile she gets when something makes her happy while she thinks no one's looking, the incredible body that she hasn't realized is the bane of my, and likely thousands of other men's, existence, and most of all: that voice. As pleasant and gentle as her speaking voice is, her singing voice is expressive and engaging. I'm sure she'd faint if I told her to say my name, but it's something I've imagined since she was dating Kiba.

"S-Sasuke?"

Speaking of the devil.

"Hm?"

I shouldn't have responded because I knew what she was struggling to say. The dark, heated glint in her eye was enough, but the subtle way her body molded against mine was impossible to resist.

Thinking back on the conversation that we just had about something that happened just weeks after we first met made me realize how far we've come.

Me from back then would've rather died than admit to having genuine feelings for anyone, much less the Hyuuga. And he definitely wouldn't believe she'd be on my lap, pulling her shirt off over her head, even if she still made an enticing, bashful expression while she did. Fuck. A familiar sensation arose between my legs as she shyly tugged my shirt up to help me out of mine. I don't want her to ever stop making that type of face.

My composed facade steadily crumbled, and I switched positions, unbuttoning her shorts to pull them and her underwear off. Those nimble fingers tangled in my hair when I knelt between her legs and ventured to taste. This used to be one of my favorite things because the praise I'm given for it is top-notch, as is the ego boost.

That's no longer the case.

Instead, it's one of my favorite things because of her: the responses and the taste. To this day, I've yet to witness her relax so that I can hear and see it all, but it's on the horizon. I can tell. It's like she's dangling the hypothetical carrot, and I just can't help myself. Hyuuga doesn't tease me on purpose. She only bites it back and tenses up because she's embarrassed. Last night in the shower, I was so close. That was the first time she didn't even try to hide her face. She'd met my eye for a split second, and it was exhilarating.

I slid my hand up the bed when she covered her mouth to muffle a quiet moan, ineffectively to my delight, and she reached down to interlace her fingers with mine. Her head fell back, her back arched, and her thighs trembled slightly on either side of my head.

Ah, it's coming.

My heartbeat quickened as I watched, knowing what she likes well enough by now that I don't have to give the technique a hundred percent of my focus. A sexy, unexpected gasp perked my attention because she's never made that sound before. Feeling encouraged, I unconsciously tried to get her to do it again. The smaller hand in mine squeezed more tightly, and then Hinata trembled, holding her breath as she came. A slightly satisfied sound rumbled through my chest when she let a barely audible moan slip.

Almost. I nearly got it.

When I climbed onto the bed, she shyly reached between us to unbuckle my belt. Oh, she's much more dangerous now that she's trying to develop a new skill. That voice was heaven to my ears as she mewled, still out of breath, "Y-You really are impossible to ignore."

I'll just have to keep trying.