i forgot to mention this last chapter, but i gave up on the lap dance because i realized i didn't really know how to write one in detail, lmao.

this chapter picks up a few weeks after chapter three left off, and the feature is fingering! sorry if some of you are waiting for sasuke to be serviced, i promise i'll get there soon! i just happened to see some art and absolutely had to write this, lol.

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admittedly, sasuke expects more of a welcome when he finally makes it back home. his trip with the other law school hopefuls was intriguing but also tiring, and there is nothing more that sasuke wants to do then melt into the sheets of his bed with hinata. he knocks on the door a few times, then frowns when there's no answer. given that it's nearly midnight, he has no idea why hinata would be out. the only thing that alerts her to his presence when he finally uses his key to get inside is her pair of flip flops, place neatly to one side of the doormat. sasuke looks around, but is met only with silence.

it's when he walks into their bedroom that a smile surfaces on his lips. splayed out across the whole length of the bed is a sleeping hinata, dressed in nothing but a shirt that has been pushed up against her breasts and a skirt that's scrunched up to the outline of her hips. sasuke sets his things down and sinks into the bed, lightly brushing back hinata's bangs to get a good look at her face. her cheeks are flushed and she's drooling onto the pillow; he would snap a picture, but then she'd be angry at him for it, and right now, that's the last thing he wants. he considers waking her up, then recalls that upon entering their condo, he found every inch of the living space nearly spotless. she's clearly exhausted, if she hasn't noticed his presence by now.

before he can move to the bathroom, a movement from hinata catches his attention. she whimpers softly and trails a hand down to her legs, as per the routine of most nights. sasuke watches closely, his eyes following her fingers' movements under her skirt. she's not quite built up yet, too sleepy to do more than simply brush her knuckles against her outer lips. in recent months, sasuke has been helping her get off by offering to do the job for her if she's feeling particularly sleepy, which, to his convenience, she happens to be nearly all of the time. the idea of helping her do so now starts to turn over in his head, but then he remembers one, key fact: that he's only ever done this during her process of falling asleep, and never after the fact. not that consent is an issue, but he doesn't want to disturb her if he can't help it.

another whimper escapes hinata, and she writhes her legs against each other, desperate for some source of friction. sasuke gulps, eager to ease her discomfiture but hesitant to wake her up. he sits at the foot of the bed for a minute longer, waits to see if she might find a satisfactory position and quiet down. but hinata's exhaustion is so overwhelming that her fingers prove a sorry excuse for instillers of pleasure, and she twists uncomfortably against the sheets, eyes squeezing shut as she whines like a child.

sasuke rolls his eyes and smiles. "i swear, if you ask me in the morning why i did what i'm about to do," he murmurs, pulling back her skirt with the utmost care. a few, featherlight kisses to her hip bones and thighs have her instinctively spreading her legs further apart. constantly wary of her consciousness, sasuke moves an arm under one of her legs and curves it into reach of her swollen lips. her hair, barely slick with wetness, tickles his fingers as he pushes past her folds. he's familiar by now with the small, pointed shape of her clit and finds the pleasure stoker with ease, only a bare touch to its nerve-ridden surface eliciting a twitch from hinata, and then a pleased, sleepy hum.

in previous experience, hinata has always enjoyed flicks of her clit as, for lack of a better word, appetizers. the teasing ministrations often have her giggling and burying her face into her pillow, the long, broad strokes that come later lulling her gently into a deep sleep. sasuke opts for the latter movement, his index finger tracing short, slow lines. hinata's body is turned into the sheets, her freckled back laid bare for him to fondle and caress. as sigh after sigh escapes her, he kisses along her spinal chord, sucking every now and then on the bones that slightly protrude. though he doesn't intend to eat her out tonight—she'd wake up in an instant if he were doing that—sasuke still finds some content in kissing the parts of her that he does not see as often.

his finger moves over her clit in an almost lazy fashion now that he's got somewhere else to be focused on, and to compensate her, he adds a second digit. the two move in a gradual motion about the circumference of the nub, up, down, up, down. hinata's sighs are mixed every now and then with a satisfied moan, and she stretches out her legs, the tension in her muscles slowly beginning to coil. sasuke is surprised she hasn't woken up yet; his body is all of flushed with hers, and he's sure that the air conditioning nips at the wet trail he's charted down her back with his mouth. the fact would almost spark him as an annoyance, if not for the blissful look on her face.

"what am i going to do with you?" he asks aloud, though the most response he receives from hinata is another pleasure-induced sigh. sasuke smiles, thinks about how much he loves the sound: light and airy, but full like a balloon. he's glad that she's never shied away from being vocal, because something about a person denying themselves the signs of their own pleasure seems wrong and unnatural. no matter how clean of a mouth hinata likes to keep, sasuke makes sure to accurately verbalize every sensation he experiences when she's giving him a hand job. to him, 'fuck' is more than just a curse word—it's a state of being incapable of being described by any other word, and thankfully, hinata knows that.

although, in all honesty, he wishes sometimes that she might do the same. though the noises her mouth makes when he's doing these things to her are nothing short of melodic, it's hard for him to imagine what she's really feeling if she can't put words to it. hinata has taught him so much of how to express himself with more than just the feral nature of his soul. the constancy of the laughter in her eyes has coaxed some semblance of peace from within him. (and that of the moans from her mouth, one of insatiable desire.) now, he's able to find contentment simply in the fact of another person's presence, of her presence.

now, he's able to find solace in this: four of his fingers, spreading her apart before he slips two inside, so that a shuddering gasp escapes her. hinata's eyes flutter lustily open, the dips of her lashes hanging low as she peers into her boyfriend's face. "hey, there," she mumbles. sasuke grins, because he doesn't care that she's awake anymore if it means getting her to look at him like this. love is written into the curve of her cheeks and crinkle of her eyes, and it reflects in his features as well. hinata lazily shifts her weight and causes two things to happen, neither of which sasuke protests against: one, the slip of her tongue past his lips as she kisses him 'hello'; and two, the complete engulfing of his two fingers in her cunt. hinata makes a garbled noise as their mouths suck in tandem and her legs clench tight.

"one. . . more. . ." she murmurs, when he's let go of her mouth to sneak kisses onto her neck. breathless giggles escape her lips as sasuke takes her into his arms and rolls them over, so that the front of her body is spread out in its entirety beneath him. he doesn't understand what she's trying to say, but he keeps to his current efforts and slathers along the nape of her neck. the sound out of her mouth grow more incoherent by the second, and all that sasuke can think about is the words that he wants for her to say while he fucks her deeply. "say it again," he growls, right in line with her collarbone.

hinata arches and writhes under him, her body rendered a delicate marionette to which sasuke knows all of the workings. her fingers are trembling when she brings them down to the hand he has at the junction of her thighs, and although he does not stop, he does slow, understanding that there's something that needs to be said. when his fingers are halfway out of her, she runs her hand shakily across the knuckles. they're coated in a nectar of both of their making, and sasuke knows from the look on her face that she wants desperately to taste. he begins to bring her hand up, but she stops him, repeating instead in an airy moan, "one more."

he lets her hand go, then looks up from her neck and searches her eyes. hinata's hair is splayed about her head like the untamed rays of the sun. it twirls and curves along the length of her pillow, and lines the almond shape of her face, flushed shades that range from a rosy pink to a vibrant scarlet. he doesn't think he's ever appreciated so much how undone she becomes when he pleasures her like this. to know that in this moment, her chest rises and falls not because of a need to survive, but because of a need to comprehend all of the things that he's doing to her, absolutely blows his mind. it makes him think back to a time when he and hinata were all of strangers to each other, and of how glad he is that today, they are anything but.

"tell me if it hurts," he finally answers. they've never had legitimate sex before, which makes it hard to canvas how wide of something she can take. sasuke sometimes worries what two fingers might do to her, so the thought of him pumping her with three has him slightly hesitant, especially if she's awake. he can't assure himself now that her overwhelming exhaustion will numb some of the sensations. the stretch and curl of his fingers inside of her will trigger an ecstasy that he knows is sure to fry every nerve in her system. her back will arch and her hips will buck, and sasuke will be beholden not to a subconsciously pleasured expression, but to eyes rolling back and lips parting wide.

"sasuke," hinata murmurs, easily catching on to his train of thought. her hand alights on his cheek as she leans up to kiss him. "you know i will," she whispers. a gentle curve lines her lips, and that, along with the taste of her inside his mouth, has him relenting at last. sasuke holds her body and lowers it back onto the pillows, then follows with his own before trailing his mouth along her jaw. though his fingers shake before they align with each other, he makes an effort to still them when he plunges into her. the reaction to the movement is almost instantaneous; hinata's hips ride up into the air before quaking back down to the sheets. "oh," she whispers, mouth held open.

and if sasuke closes his eyes, he can picture it, feel it: the slick warmth of her arousal, enveloping his fingers and trailing down the knuckles. it goads him towards a greater expression of desire, towards one of unfettered abandon and overwhelming passion. he realizes that, if not for the newness of the situation, this would be the point where he let emotion overtake him. but his fingers are wide and blunted at the edges, and he reminds himself constantly of that fact. as hinata smiles, laughs, she tells him breathlessly to keep going. her whimpers or wails line up with his movements, and with each thrust of his fingers, her body arches back and rises to meet him.

it is the closest thing to real fucking, this stretch and pull of his digits inside of her. sasuke moves only his hand against her core, but when he closes his eyes again, a different image surfaces: his erection, rent swollen by a rush of blood to the head, sinking deep into her until no space lies in between them. he understands better than anyone, now, that the emotional ties he holds with hinata have no need for sex. but the way they've tested their boundaries in these past few weeks has him thinking that maybe, just maybe, it's this intimate touch that will ultimately bind them together—which is why he's going to wait for it. those words of affirmation from her lips, he's sure, are going to—

"sasuke."

he blinks, hinata's moan around the shape of his name bringing him immediately back to the present. the digits of his hand pump her quickly in and of their own volition, and sasuke watches intently as her body moves about in a mesmerizing dance. hinata's torso twists and curls with the bedspread, throws her hair in every possible direction. it reminds him of a flower, of the sun's tantalizing rays coaxing it into a full bloom. sasuke would never have thought that he could call himself a sun, but his time with hinata has rendered him capable of shedding some light, and her movements under him are a testament to that. he lowers back to her, nuzzles kisses into her neck.

"you're almost there, sweetheart."

when hinata comes, there is no sound on her lips and no air in her lungs. the last wave of her ecstasy rides along the stretch of her limbs, the flush of her skin, and sasuke is left unable to believe that the pulse of him inside her might elicit something more. he gathers her to his chest, the flit of her tongue along his fingers when he brings them up making him smile like a fool. hinata hums in satisfaction at the taste and mumbles, "like heaven," before a string of giggles escapes her.

"that," sasuke asks, gesturing to her cum, "or me?" he tries to front his girlfriend with a pointed, jealous stare, but hinata's salacious smile easily kneads out the hard lines in his face. she laughs and presses up close to him, then whispers one word before parting his lips with her tongue and shoving a hand down his pants. his eyes are already rolling back in his head, but he hears the word echo, and it makes him grin—

—because it's not just him or the cum that tastes like heaven.

it's fucking both.

The only thing I have to say after this is that I don't know how I'm gonna write another P-in-V scene after this. It half feels like they were doing the real thing here already, lmaooo.

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