𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗔 || sasusaku

Chapter 32: Lemonade and Whiskey

A/n: I don't think it's necessary to put a warning since this story is under mature so yeah, on with the Chapter.
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Sakura didn't know who initiated the the first move. The moment her back slightly slammed on the wall, her mind whizzed back to reality. Sasuke's hands were cold but every time he touched her bare skin, it would heat up and Sakura doesn't even want to think about how irrational that is. Her mind doesn't even work logically right now as she felt his hand cupped her bum and Sakura was pulled up. She was only allowed a few seconds to breath before Sasuke crashed his lips on hers again and Sakura tried to pull his head back but Sasuke was firm as he held her legs up making her cling to his waist.

Sakura doesn't even know how she has gotten rid of the first article of clothing but she found herself with only her undergarments, fortunately the heater in Sasuke's room was on but Sakura doubt if they needed any heater to begin with. They could have been doing this outside and they wouldn't feel an inch of cold as their bodies tangled with one another.

Sasuke carried her towards the king size bed, he felt her nails digging on his back but he didn't mind the pain as he nibbled her lower lips.

Sakura's thoughts were in disarray and Sasuke's tongue inside her mouth wasn't really helping her recollect what little rationality she has left until Sakura gave in completely. After all, what good will it be if she resist? So fuck it, she let herself be consumed by instinct driven with lust.

Sakura was finally able to catch her breath once Sasuke moved his head down her neck, peppering her with light kisses.

"Sasuke-kun," she whispered, holding his shoulders. Sasuke pulled back and looked down on her, his eyes were hooded and clouded by what clearly looks like lust.

Sakura's eyes traveled down as she took the initiative and fumbled with his belt with shaking hands and Sasuke realized how much new she might be to this. Whether that's a good thing or not, Sasuke has still yet to decide.

With how long Sakura is taking to fumble with his belt, Sasuke had to take it off himself as he slid down the last remaining article of clothes he had and Sakura couldn't contain herself as she averted her eyes and red dusted her cheeks.

Sasuke crawled towards the other side of the bed and opened the drawers where he remembered placing a pack of condoms last week. Pulling out one, when he turned back he saw Sakura sitting on the bed, downing the contents of the whiskey that was placed on the bedside table.

Sasuke frowned and quickly snatched the bottle, slamming it down on the table as he looked slightly furious.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Sakura's cheeks were already dusted in red as her eyes glazed, wiping the side of her lips as she swallowed.

"I can't do this while sober," she muttered.

"I'm not doing this while you're drunk."

Sakura was about to take the bottle again when Sasuke took her arm and pushed her back on the bed. His expression was hard to read as he hovered above Sakura with a deep frown, his hands propped on either side of her head.

"Just tell me if you don't want to do this, I'll stop."

Sakura doesn't want him to stop. But she didn't say it, she couldn't say it. So as an answer, Sakura put her arms around Sasuke's neck and pulled him down in a kiss.