dedicated to: the oh-so-awesomesauces rhyrhy, romeaynce, veroxion, &&naru-vampire. ily all. FERSERIOUS, BISHES.
prompt: fmylife(dot)com. fantastisk by rhyrhy. READ IT NOW.
rating: M (WITH THE HELP OF RHYRHY. xD)
story: (...hopefully 100 different sasusaku drabbles. xD)
note: i've decided to try a different type of formatting. cuz i mean, you know, why not? all of these are thanks to those poor people in FML. ferserious. and, uhm. well. it's in first person. and i hate writing in first person. so, yeah. xD
FML o1: a girl on the website fell asleep in history class, and began moaning her teacher's name in her sleep.
summary: o1: I just had to fall asleep in History class. And moan my (sexy) substitute teacher's name. In front of everyone. FML. //SasuSaku//
SasuSaku Forever and Ever
(aka; ohh, &&xena/-x- XENAPHOBiiA -x-)
I am stuck here. At school. In a room. With, like, twenty other people. And to make it worse, I'm in History.
It used to be called Social Studies, but when Naruto-baka began talking uncontrollably, sensei said, "SHUT UP," and the retard retaliated with, "But if it's Social Studies, why not socialize?"
Kakashi-sensei sighed, shook his head, and put down his X-rated book full of pornographic drawings.
Are those even allowed in school?
Kakashi then said to the idiot, "If you talk in Social Studies, you're history, Uzumaki."
So now we call it History.
Thanks to this retard my best friend just-so-happens to have a crush on.
...What does she see in him anyway?
Kakashi-sensei told us his wife, Shizune, was pregnant by three months. Pregnant! I never knew the fella had it in him. Still. Ish.
(I mean, if he keeps reading those books, you'd assume he was bad at sex. But PREGNANT.)
Either that, or she just had a sperm shot. Or cheated on him.
But she wouldn't do that.
So. Sensei has to stay at home with her. To, like, make sure she's okay and shit. That's good, because he was a bum anyway. Dumbass teacher. Ferserious.
...But he just had to tell us we were getting a substitute.
Pop! Goes the happy balloon in my body.
(Not the one I swallowed when I was six. I thought I would float if I digested it. Shut up; I can dream.)
And he just so happens to be four years older than us.
A twenty-one year old college graduate teaching us. For, like. Six months.
Like, the day Kakashi-sensei left, the sub came in.
And, well, I don't want to admit it, but he was pretty hot.
(Okay, really hot. But probably a jerk. Considering his looks. Cuz, I mean, lots of good-looking guys are jerks. Or gay.)
The graduate went up to the front of the room, his hand running through his black, chicken-ass hair.
At that moment, I thought a chicken's ass was pretty sexy. Because of him.
His dark eyes stared right at us. He locked eyes with me, and then, because I was nervous, turned away.
"Uchiha Sasuke," he said, his voice deep and seductive without trying.
"Is that your name?" Naruto squinted, standing up as if to see the substitute better.
We all laughed, but Sasuke didn't.
He turned and looked at the notes Kakashi-sensei gave him.
I think I was starting to blush. But it wasn't that big of a deal. Cuz, like, half the girls were either blushing, too, having a massive nosebleed, or knocked out cold by his beauty.
I hate this guy already.
It was about a month since Uchiha-sensei came to replace Kakashi.
He was smart, I'll admit. Like, really smart.
And, well, he was nice to stare at. During classes. And after tests.
But I hate him.
I don't know why, but I hate him. A lot.
Even if he is sexy.
And as he passed by all off us, giving us our latest History tests, I gaped at my score.
No, it wasn't 100, as I would usually get.
No, it wasn't in the high or low 90's.
Or even the eighties.
I got a freakin' forty-eight.
I screamed, and everyone stared at me. Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
"Is something wrong, Sakura-san?"
I began hyperventilating. "I GOT A FUCKING FORTY EIGHT!"
Everyone began guffawing, and Sasuke smirked.
"Read more carefully, Haruno. And watch the language. It isn't Language Arts," he said in his smexilicious voice, and continued to hand out the rest of the tests.
...Forty-eight out of fifty.
Yeah. I'm smart.
Bleh. Uchiha-sensei...ugh. Sasuke, continued teaching us. And it felt like forever.
I'd rather have Kakashi back.
It was the second month. And the daily regimen continued: Say as little as possible, let us do some random in-class shit, and then collect it.
And I was so bored...
Well. I fell asleep.
And began dreaming of him.
Doing things to me.
Sexy, X-rated things. Like the things in Icha Icha Paradise.
(...Not that I've read it.)
"Sasuke-kun...not there, ohh, (pant), kyaaa! Harder...faster, AAH!" I screamed, my eyes closed, and I was sucked up in my dream.
I heard snickering.
But it wasn't Sasuke's.
I woke up, seeing that everyone was looking at me.
I was having a sex dream about the sub. That I hate. But is sexy.
And I saw him smirk. I FREAKING SAW HIM SMIRK.
I don't know what it was, but I was just about ready to cry and run out of the room. And, like, never show my face again.
(Hinata, can I borrow a paper bag from your room?)
Ugh. Yesterday was so embarrassing. And Hinata didn't have any paper bags. Everyone started laughing at me in the hallways. So, uhm. As I went to the History room, I sat in the very back so no one would see me and buried my face in my hands.
So after his lesson (he didn't bother to tell off people for staring at me), when everyone left, I packed up my books and was about to leave, too.
I heard him call my name, and began shaking.
Damnit. I can't control my freakin' voice. Holy fuck.
"Come here," he said. I dropped my books on the floor and nervously shuffled to his desk.
"What?" I said, kinda rudely. Er. Yeah.
Rising from his computer chair, he looked down into my eyes.
I breathed heavily, slightly embarrassed from our distance. Like. We were three fucking inches away.
3. As in, like, the number THREE.
So before I could say something else again, he grabbed my shoulders and kissed me.
He kissed me full on the lips. Like, he grabbed the back of my head so he could bring my face closer to his. Nibbling on my lip, I opened my mouth to say something, but he took advantage of it and stuck his tongue in my mouth.
Our tongues, like, had tongue sex.
Mad, wild, HOT tongue sex.
He broke apart to tell me something.
"You don't know how hard it was for me to abstain from you these two months...two long, fucking months, Sakura," he breathed out, stroking my cheeks.
"I--" I began.
He crashed his lips on mine again, and I pushed him away.
"What if we--er, you get caught? And, Uchiha-sensei, I'm late for--"
He snarled. "Don't call me that."
"I--" I started again.
He held me by the wrist and led me to the door. He shut it, and locked it. "Now are you happy?" he said, his face in the crook of my neck. He licked it, using his tongue.
Ugh. He was so skilled with his tongue.
But I still hated him.
He brought me back to his desk, and pinned me down. He stared into my eyes. Again.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he breathed as he licked his lips.
I was helpless.
...With a really hot guy (who just so happens to be my sub) on top of me.
He kissed me again, and his hand made its way to unbuttoning my school blouse.
I "mmphed!" and tried to push him off of me. "Stop--mmph!" I began.
He stared at my chest (that had grown. A lot. I WAS STARTING TO THINK PUBERTY HATED ME!) and smirked.
I wanted to cover myself, but then I forgot.
My wrists were pinned by his hand.
So, I just let him ogle me. Even though I'd hurt him. Soon after.
But, let's just continue with the sexy part.
Using one hand (still), it rested on my thigh and slowly made its way up towards my hip.
And he removed my skirt.
So basically. I was clad in nothing but my underwear.
(He seemed to like it.)
Then, finally, he removed his own clothing. And, well. The rest of mine. So I was embarrassed.
Really freaking embarrassed. And late. For Calculus.
But, well. I have needs. NEEDS THAT NEED TO BE SATISFIED, DAMNIT. I AM A WOMAN.
So Sasuke-kun pulled a drawer out from his desk and took out a condom.
I raised an eyebrow and wrapped my arms around his neck, playing with his hair.
"You just...keep condoms in your drawer?" I said, confused.
"I was waiting for the moment to do it with you," he replies as he kisses me again.
I was on Cloud nine.
(Or ten, for that matter.)
He thrusted into me, and I squealed, grabbing his shoulders.
"It's okay," he murmured, kissing my neck. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No!" I screamed as I begged him to continue. My nails dug into his back and he slightly winced. He continued his pace, until I shrieked, "Sasuke-kun, faster...harder, deeper!"
...I hope the walls weren't too thin.
And so it was.
I lost my virginity to a really sexy substitute teacher on top of his desk.
And I didn't really hate him anymore.
Actually, I think I kinda liked him. A lot. A lot, a lot.
Which basically translates to: I'M IN FREAKING LOVE, BITCH! in Sakura language.
(Not that I'd tell him anytime soon.)
We continued our relationship in secrecy. Like, everyday I would stay after school to have some fun-time with Sasuke-kun.
He is so sexy. And romantic, too. He buys me gifts and takes me places. And then he kisses me. And we make out for a long time. And then have hot, wild, crazy animal sex somewhere. Anywhere. We even tried it in the shower.
Aah. He's so sweet.
But one time, I had to go home and work on my homework, and he was texting me NONSTOP with dirty messages.
He's good. In any way of the sex-language.
And so I got horny. During homework.
The homework he assigned me.
Basically. I gave up on it and talked to him for three hours.
If he fails me tomorrow, god damnit, I'm not gonna kiss him.
It should be illegal how sexy he is.
It's been four months since we started dating, and he's leaving.
Because his time of teaching was over, and then Kakashi-pervert comes back.
So after everyone left class, I slowly walked up towards him, shuffling my feet and taking baby-steps. My head was down, because I didn't want him to see me cry.
(He hates it when I cry.)
"S-Sasuke-kun," I choke out. Ugh. My voice isn't steady either.
He looks up at me, stopping what he was doing. He left his suitcase door open, but put his textbook on the table next to it.
"Sakura," he says back, walking towards me.
I'm not gonna cry, I'm not gonna cry, no way am I gonna cry...
Okay. Maybe a tear or two.
He grabs my shoulders gently and tilts my chin up to look at him.
Slowly, he puts his arms around me and whispers in my ear, "These have been the best times of my life, Sakura."
Cue the sniffing. Ugh.
"I'm going to miss you so much," he says, and his voice slightly breaks down.
I nod in his chest, crying.
"I love you," he murmurs, cupping my face and kissing my lips tenderly.
I breath heavily. Did he just say what I thought he said?
No. Freaking. Way.
"I-I love you too, Sasuke-kun," I choke out, and he grabs my hands and intertwines our fingers.
"I'm going to visit you as much as possible, Sakura, and I'll keep in touch with you every day, and--"
I interrupt him as I tiptoe to kiss him, my hands in his dark, ebony hair and his around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
You do know how to make a girl happy.
Kakashi-pervert was back. And Shizune brought in her baby.
Sasuke-kun and I still see each other. Everyday. Like, sometimes, when I'm sleeping, he opens my window and sleeps with me.
Kinda stalkerish, but still. Sweet.
He's so adorable. I absolutely love him.
He's like, the perfect boyfriend.
Even though I hate Kakashi-pervert, I'm just glad that he knocked up his wife.
Or else my only boyfriend would've been Lee.
And I don't even like Lee. Yeah.
And I don't really hate Sasuke-kun. Well, only when he tries to wake me up because he wants sex, but other than that, no.
Everything's...well, kinda back to normal.
Oh, did I mention that I saw an ring with a cherry blossom petal on it in a dark red leather box that had the name "Sakura" inscribed on it in his drawer where he keeps his condoms for us having sex?
Hm. I wonder what it's for.
LMAO. like. barely any lemon. xD but still. yeahhh.
i love fmylife(dot)com. it's so hilarious. cuz, like, i have so many crack prompts to work with now, i'll never get bored.
sasuke as the teacher and sakura as the student in fanfictions are always sexy. so fucking sexy. so freaking fucking sexy.
ugh. i hate writing in first person but, like...idk. yeah. anyway. NINETY-NINE MORE TO GO.
(hopefully i actually finish it. unlike other stories. xD)
r&r, plawks. ilyyy~!