Disclaimer: If only I owned the rights to Naruto. I wouldn't be a poor, starving university student writing fanfiction whenever I consume too much sugar. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. Just using these fictional characters for my personal pleasure. Definitely not making money off of this – poor, starving student remember?

Note: It's AU (seriously, what else do I write?).

beware of smut! this is seriously PWP. please don't read this if you're underage!

enjoy!

It was wrong. So wrong on so many levels and yet here she was with him and not –

-not Naruto.

It was supposed to be Naruto, damn it. Naruto touching her, kissing her and oh…

…oh!

A whimper escapes her, a barest whisper of a plea for…for something.

Hinata's body curves, pressing against him and sparks dance across her nerve endings, lighting a flame under her skin.

The blaring music in the background washes over them and she flushes. His hands were gripping her waist and she could feel it…throbbing and twitching against her.

She shudders, head falling on his shoulder and buries her face into his neck.

"Sai," she moans as he strokes against her slow and hard and she can't believe she's doing this with him. It's the most erotic thing she's ever felt with her clothes on.

Hell, it is the only erotic thing she's ever felt so far in life.

Backed up against a wall, body sparking under the hands of this artist – thrilled and feeling guilty for the heady rush and…

…Hinata is blaming it on the sake. Obviously. They both drank too much. It's the alcohol! Lowering inhibitions, encouraging this reckless behaviour…it's not her fault if she's enjoying it and letting him do these wicked, wonderful things to her!

Somewhere inside her there's a voice protesting that if she's coherently defending her actions then maybe she's not as drunk as she would like to believe.

Bah. Ridiculous.

Intertwining his fingers with hers, Sai pins her hands above her head. His lips hover over hers and, feeling bold, Hinata tilts her head up to press her mouth to his.

Lips tease hers open and she mewls. Surely nothing could be more pleasurable than this? In her foggy brain Hinata wonders what else those lips can do, heat rushing between her legs at the thought.

Breathless, they pull apart. Her eyes connect with his and the world vanishes.

Cloth parts under the assault of free hands (she's not supposed to be doing this) and their mouths collide again, open and hungry. They peel away their clothes – her jacket, his shirt, her bra – and from waist upwards they're bare to each other's gaze.

Sai latches onto her collarbone, suckling and biting while his other hand grazes her ribcage, moving upwards to cup her breast. Hinata shudders, breath coming in shallow gasps as his mouth trails down and closes over a nipple.

His other hand tugs at her pants and she wriggles out of her slacks, kicking away her sandals and his mouth devours hers again. His knee pushes between her thighs, his hands kneading her breast while hers skate up his chest, scraping lightly and Sai groans.

Hinata writhes against him, clad only in her panties as she meets him thrust for thrust. Anchoring herself against him with her hands on his shoulders. One hand runs along her thigh and grasping the hollow behind her knee, hooks her leg around his hip.

Sai rubs his hand down her body and she cries out when he gets to her underwear. Holding her to him, he rubs insistently against the cloth and Hinata's body spasms. Pulling her panties to one side, he presses his finger against the length of her folds and Hinata swears she's dying.

He strokes her before sliding a tentative finger inside – exploring her heat and her breath hitches sharply. She's gushing so much down there, she should feel embarrassment but her brain feels like mush and she's seeing stars.

Odd noises emit from her throat and Sai marvels at how she clenches, so wet and hot, her hips meeting every stroke and he's adding another finger – stretching her…and another….mouth suckling at her neck.

Fingernails dig into his back; Hinata bucks under his firm grasp, getting close and closer to the edge. He rakes his teeth over her neck, sucking fervently at her chest and tears prick in her eyes because she's never felt so alive.

Soon a shockwave rolls over her, growing with every stroke and it's erratic. Hinata comes crashing down, waves of heat convulsing throughout her body and she cries his name. His hand is coated and her eyes are glazed over, breathing hard and saying his name over and over and over – like a mantra because it's her first time and she's crying and he's – he's staring at her, face flushed and mouth red, looking at her like she's herself and not someone else.

Hinata helps him with his pants and underwear, hands shaking and heart racing. Sai daringly pushes his pelvis into hers and they both moan at the contact. He wraps his arms around her, hugging her to him and Hinata kisses every part of him that she can reach.

Sai hoists her upwards, her back pressing against the wall and Hinata wraps her legs around his waist. He runs his length along her folds and in response, Hinata tangles her hands in his hair. Curving her spine, she arches against him and Sai kisses her.

"Hinata-chan," he murmurs, "do you want this?"

And Hinata…Hinata nods, biting her lip when he pushes inside her. She muffles her cries as he slides in, stretching her and Sai can't help his groans but he waits.

Waits for the pain to pass. Waits for her to get comfortable. Waits for her to tell him to go on.

Nodding against his neck, Hinata whispers his name and he moves. Pulling out slowly before pushing back in. He takes it slow and one hand goes back to rubbing her clit. He picks up a fevered pace with encouragement from her, both forgetting that there's a party going on downstairs.

He hits somewhere deep inside her that sends her reeling and Hinata gives a loud moan. Titling her forward, Sai seats himself deeper within her before driving her spot of nerves into submission, inner muscles pulsing against his length and his knees buckle as he comes with a loud cry.

Tears spill from her eyes as dark spots dance in her vision and they both go crumbling to the ground as their bodies shake from the force of their climax. Still buried inside her, Sai nuzzles her cheek.

"Hinata-chan?" he mumbles and she sighs against him, burying her head under his chin.

"Sai…san?"

"May we do that again?"

He was answered by a soft snore.