Tarnished
She's pure and innocent and likes to keep her reputation that way. Behind closed doors though, she's something else with him. Good Girl/Bad Boy HS AU
Disclaimer: M for hefty intercourse, language, minor references to drug use, minor references to violence, discussions around contraceptives and adult themes around identity/belonging. Though it's a HS AU, expect it to still be kind of dark/heavy/angsty. For the sake of this story, sasusaku are both 18. If you are uncomfortable with this premise or are under 18, please do not proceed.
Cover Image by: nami64 on Deviantart
This work is in two parts.
Tarnished Pt. I
Sakura is very pure and innocent and she likes to keep her reputation that way. It's squeaky clean. Unblemished. Untarnished.
She is the poster child for wholesomeness and kindness.
She comes off a little shrewd and prude. She's a stickler for following the rules and she's known for being good and just and righteous.
Sasuke is none of these things. He'd been caught somewhere shady a while back, a simple matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. He'd spent a year in juvenile hall for it, opting to serve the time rather than snitch on the person who actually committed the crime.
He had a bad reputation that he hadn't bothered to defend himself against. He was okay with it for the most part. People steered clear of him and didn't talk to him much. He didn't really like talking anyways, but sometimes the open disdain for him got excessive.
He usually shut it down with a murderous glance and a clench of his jaw.
He's giving Sakura a look of distaste from across the lunch room. She's prancing about cheerfully, passing around fucking cupcakes to her table and pointing at the different colors of frosting like she's explaining something about it to her friends.
He mutters something offensive under his breath in irritation.
"What was that?" Suigetsu asks him.
He's sitting across from him at their table, his head perking up at the rare sound of Sasuke's voice.
Sasuke gives his friend a passing glare as a response, but doesn't repeat himself.
Sakura looks up like she can feel someone staring at her, scans her head around and then catches his eye. Her face scrunches up in displeasure.
She was an embodiment of contradictions and he was the only one who really knew about it.
He's heard her promote abstinence openly and if not abstinence, then safe and responsible sex, ideally after marriage.
Sasuke finds the fact that Sakura is secretly fucking the class delinquent rather hypocritical of her.
They stare at each other for a minute, then both look away before anyone can notice.
The bell rings to end the period and Sakura is looking through her tote bag for a specific notebook. She doesn't have it.
Shit.
"I'll meet up with you Pig, I left something in my locker," she calls out.
"Okay!" Ino tosses, her back already turned. She's going the other direction.
Sakura is not paying attention as she glides down the hall. She's getting paranoid that she doesn't have enough time to get to her locker, then walk all the way back to the other side of the building and make it to class without being late.
The hallways have emptied out and she knows it's probably close to the next bell.
She yelps when an arm grabs at her and pulls her into a low traffic stairwell.
She's being pushed forcefully against a wall behind a pillar and she can take a guess at who would try and maul her so brazenly on a whim.
"Sasuke!" she gasps. "What are you doing?"
His palms grip her waist as he drops his head and licks and bites at her neck. She moans and fists a hand into the front of his t-shirt in response.
"I can't do this right now, I'm going to be la—" the bell rings. "Late," she finishes, lamely.
He gives her an unimpressed look. If he had chosen to say something here, she knows it would be a smart ass comment about her already being late, so who gives a fuck.
Instead he stays silent and the expression on his face dares her to argue with him.
She peers around nervously.
"No one uses this stairwell," he assures her.
She drops her bag to the ground and starts making out with him, tugging at his belt buckle and the zipper of his pants aggressively.
"Okay," she agrees.
She stills for a moment, breathing hard after she's pulled him out. She bites her lip briefly and searches his face with her eyes before continuing.
"Make it fast," she says, as she pulls down and kicks off her underwear.
He lifts her up and holds her against the wall, her pussy easily accessible due to the flowy material of her short skirt.
He's supporting her weight between the concrete of the wall and with his hands underneath each of her thighs as he stands between her legs.
He pushes into her grunting, then pauses his movement halfway in. He was looking down at where their bodies were joined, but he looks up at her, frowning.
"You're not wet enough," he complains.
She rolls her eyes at him, irritated.
"You need to kiss me a little bit," she says.
He adjusts his grip under her thighs before responding. He's agitated.
"No kissing. You got a couple in already," he states.
She lifts her nose at him, the action kind of snooty.
"Then no sex," she says, seriously.
They glare at each other for a minute. He makes a frustrated noise at her.
"You're wasting time!" she whines.
He kisses her some more then, searching the inside of her mouth with his tongue. She responds enthusiastically, groaning into him and pulling at the hair at the back of his neck tightly with her hands.
She thrusts forward onto his dick, her cunt now slick for him.
He pulls his face away from hers and she moans as he pounds into her rapidly now. They move like this for a couple minutes, suddenly oblivious to the fact that they're late for class, in a rather public stairwell, in the middle of the school day.
Anyone could walk in to go up or down the steps at any moment.
His forehead is resting against the wall, near her shoulder. Her hands are wrapped behind his neck tightly as she pants into his ear. He lifts his head and looks at her face.
"I'm going to come,'' he says. She's flushed with her eyes closed, but she opens them to look back at him. "Are you going to swallow it?" he asks.
She nods her head up and down before responding.
"Yes. Just don't come inside me again."
He grunts at her, open mouthed and she uses the opportunity to stick her tongue down his throat. Her teeth hit his with a loud 'clack' in her sudden frenzy. She pulls away to bitch at him some more.
"It was so hard to get the morning after pill without giving something away to my mom."
Sasuke groans at her, annoyed.
"I gave you the money for that," he complains.
Sakura is pouting as he continues to fuck her.
"Yeah, but it was still hard to buy it! I'm supposed to be a virgin!"
He pulls out of her and lets her down gently.
"I don't know why you took that stupid fucking vow," he grumbles.
She shrugs as she gets on her knees in front of him and grabs at his cock, wrapping her lips around it.
He fucks her mouth, his hand now tangled in her pink hair. Then, he comes down the back of her throat.
She chokes a little bit, but swallows it all.
Fucking slut, he thinks, half-heartedly.
This entire thing they had going on pissed him the fuck off, though he hadn't really mentioned his thoughts on it to her.
The fact that she had some respectable, clean, 'I'm a good girl' alter ego that she felt the need to convey every second, of every minute, of every day when she was not with him; on her knees, swallowing his come, or on her back, taking his dick, was obnoxious.
But... they loved fucking each other.
He blamed her a little bit for this. She had come on to him and he had not expected it at all. She was like the de facto head of a makeshift abstinence club at school or some shit too. It was comprised of a random group of girls that were all proud and open about saving it.
That was fine. They could do whatever they wanted he supposed. Yet the hypocrisy of her trying to keep up the act made it all the more ludicrous to him.
He would be lying to himself though, if he didn't admit that part of the excitement with her came from the fact that their acquaintance was such a dirty secret.
"Yeah, but do you ever wonder what sex is actually like?" Hinata asks her, shyly.
They're sitting around on a bench in one of the school's outdoor courtyards, killing time during a free period.
Sakura blushes and twirls a strand of long, pink hair around her finger.
"I'm waiting until marriage," she says, with certainty.
Hinata sighs, looking around at the other students milling about. Her eyes fall on a couple holding hands nearby and she looks wistful.
"I bet it's so romantic!" she gushes.
Sakura is staring at her fingernails now.
She's trying very hard not to let her mind wander to Sasuke fucking her standing up and from behind, after school yesterday, beneath the bleachers of the football field.
Sakura looks back up at her friend.
"I don't think about stuff like that," she says.
Her voice is firm. Firm like she's not a hypocritical imposter, spouting out complete and utter bullshit to anyone who will listen.
Hinata smiles at her and hits her arm playfully.
"Oh Sakura, you're such a prude!"
She's in bed and she feels a little tense and wound up. She had been rather busy today with exams and extracurriculars, so she hadn't really glanced over at Sasuke throughout the day.
Outside of lunch, she had a study hall the same time as him and they were in the same AP Calculus class. Their schedules were otherwise not parallel.
It didn't help that they ran in completely different social circles. The people he hung around with were chronically getting suspended. They were smoking weed, and cigarettes and vapes across the street from the school building, or they were generally causing anarchy, chaos and mayhem.
Sasuke was mean and kind of feared by most of the student body. She thinks this is a little comical because he rarely speaks. What is there to fear from a person who doesn't share what they're thinking?
Maybe that was the scariest trait of all. Not knowing where someone's head was at siloed them into being unpredictable.
Most people don't like unpredictable.
She texts him.
Pick me up before school, a block away from the bus stop again.
He types something back pretty quickly.
I have a morning detention.
What the hell was a morning detention? She doesn't think she's even heard of that, let alone knew it existed. She's never been served with a detention in her entire life.
She doesn't respond.
He sends another message.
I have to be there at 7:30 a.m.
She mulls this over. Was he offering to pick her up before this? She deliberates before she sends her reply.
Okay, once you go to your thing I can just go to the library until first period.
He sends one last message and then they stop talking.
I'll get you at 6:45.
She's in his car at 6:50 a.m. and then she's riding his dick and fucking him in the back of it by 7:00.
She moans as she grinds on him while straddling him. She'd made him wear a condom this time.
"Stop being irresponsible," she groans.
He's seated in the middle of the backseat. His long legs are spread, knees bent, each foot flat on the floor of the car.
His pants are mostly still on, just off enough so he can penetrate her comfortably beneath her swishy, short skirt.
"You're the one that won't get on birth control."
Her eyebrows draw together. It's not that she doesn't want to. She's afraid of getting caught, being bad.
"I can't! My—my mom..." she trails off.
She gasps as he begins rubbing at her clit. He shakes his head.
"This fucking sucks with a condom on," he complains.
She's leaning forwards, her face buried into the side of his neck.
"Well it doesn't feel as good for me either!" she grumbles. Her voice is muffled since she's talking into his skin.
He grips her hip with his other hand to guide her on himself a little better, continuing to rub at her while he fucks her.
She takes a couple quick breaths, then bats his hand away from her center.
"It's too sensitive, and you're not being gentle enough," she complains.
She's still talking into his neck, her breath hot against him. He moves his hand to the back of her head instead, his fingers threading through her hair. Sakura sucks on his throat hard, then pulls away from him to sit up a little straighter.
She keeps one small hand on the side of his neck, then reaches her arm back behind her and uses her other hand to start playing with his sack. His head leans back and he groans.
He's coming.
Sakura's staring at him intently while seated on him. She's watching him come undone closely.
His hands tighten in her hair and on her body and he exhales loudly as he continues to spill.
The condom really sucked half the joy out of it though. He frowns as he nears the end of his orgasm.
He keeps his head leaned back for a minute, his eyes fixed on the spot where the roof of the car and the rear window meet.
Sakura is resting both her palms on his chest now, still looking at his face. He lifts his head and looks into her wide green eyes. They hold each other's gaze for a while before he speaks into the silence.
"You didn't come right?"
She shakes her head, no.
He slides his hands underneath her loose, off the shoulder sweater and gropes at her chest. His hands dig underneath her bra cups so he can touch her bare flesh.
His dick is still inside of her, but it hasn't softened out yet. She reaches down and plays with herself until she comes. A soft moan escapes her lips, and he squeezes and pinches at the skin of her breasts more firmly as she rides it out.
She leans forward on him again, pressed against him heavily this time.
He needs to get rid of this stupid ass condom but he's okay with just holding her for a minute. Sasuke draws his hands out from under her bra and rests a palm flat on her back, beneath her sweater.
His other hand goes back to her hair, playing with it absently.
His nose is at the top of her head and he is inadvertently inhaling the scent of her tresses. She smells like a pineapple of all things. A minty one.
Suddenly he shoots up, rigid, having spotted the clock on the dashboard of the car.
"Shit. I'm going to be late."
He pushes her to the side and says, "Get off me."
He's scrambling now, yanking the rubber off without making a mess and tucking himself back into his pants and zipping himself up.
She looks a little disoriented.
"Straighten yourself out, come on. Let's go," he says.
Sakura smooths down her hair. He'd touched it a lot and she's worried it's going to look suspiciously fucked up. She looks around for her panties.
He grabs them from the floor where he'd tossed them uncaringly and hands them to her.
Once she's righted herself and they're strapped into the front seat, he pulls out of the discreet place he was parked in. His hand is clutching the gear shift tightly.
He's speeding a little bit to get to the school parking lot.
When they fucked in his car, they would usually park somewhere secluded near one of their houses or the school itself and just go at it.
If they met up before school, he'd let her out in a nearby residential area so she could walk and they wouldn't be seen arriving together.
She didn't know that he usually waited in the parking lot until he'd seen her enter the building though. He wasn't trying to be the reason Sakura got abducted or some stupid shit before school.
He wouldn't go back to juvie if he was the last person to see her in that kind of hypothetical scenario. He wasn't a minor anymore. They'd send him to actual prison and wouldn't believe that he wasn't involved.
If they didn't believe he didn't commit his crime the first time they sent him away, they likely wouldn't believe him for a second.
But he couldn't be late to this detention right now, so there was no time for any of that shit.
She keeps fidgeting with her skirt and her hands and her hair in the passenger seat. She's nervous.
"Someone's going to see us," she moans, sitting as low as possible.
The parking lot is essentially empty as he pulls in, save for a handful of cars that likely belong to the staff. It's too early. First period didn't start until 8:30 a.m.
He looks around wildly as he parks.
"No one's here. It's fine," he assures her.
She looks at him with concern, peeks around, then nods, trusting his judgement.
"Okay."
Sakura grabs at her bag off the ground and clutches it in her lap as he reaches into the back to get his.
"I'll go in from the back though. It's closer to where I need to be," he says.
She looks at him for a minute too long and he squints at her over the center console.
"I'm not kissing you," he warns.
She grins at him and leans in close.
"You know you want to," she teases.
He gives her a dirty look and presses his mouth to hers.
Their eyes shut and they devour each other for a minute. One of his lids pops open and he sees the time on the dashboard again.
"Oh, fucking come on. I'm actually late now!"
He pulls away from her abruptly and bolts out of his car. She giggles behind her hand and slides out the passenger door.
He's already ran halfway across the lot.
She takes a look around, doesn't really see anyone concerning and distances herself from his car, walking to the front of the building so she can go kill some time in the library.
They think they're doing a good job about being secretive, but half the teachers and a handful of the campus security know about their relationship.
They're not as slick as they think they are.
Sakura is cutting him in the lunch line again.
He doesn't ever acknowledge it and he doesn't really care, but Suigetsu's starting to notice.
"This bitch again," he mutters, under his breath.
Suigetsu's standing behind him, hangry and pissed off.
"HEY," he says.
Sakura is not paying attention. She's standing, back turned in front of Sasuke, unintentionally giving him a great view of the slope of her ass. She's digging through her shoulder bag for her wallet.
Sasuke's arms are crossed. He's feigning indifference and looking rather aloof, but his attention is actually hyper focused on where this interaction is about to go.
"YO. Princess of fucking chastity."
Sakura looks up briefly and turns around.
"Are you talking to me?" she questions, innocently.
Suigetsu throws up his hands, eyeing her with disbelief.
"Yes, I'm fucking talking to you."
Sakura pointedly looks past Sasuke, avoiding eye contact with him as she shakes her head at his friend. She looks a little mocking and a little bit like a bitch.
"Can I help you?" she asks, now with attitude.
Sasuke takes a long blink here.
Nice work, Sakura.
He's wordlessly told her she's fucked up. Her eyes dart to his face briefly and then widen very minutely at his subtle expression. He'd miss her acknowledgement if he wasn't looking for it.
Suigetsu pushes off the wall he'd been leaning against in line and rounds on her.
"How come your entitled ass thinks you can get away with fucking cutting us everyday?!"
People who are within earshot can hear him and Sasuke knows Sakura does not like things like this. Anything that makes her look bad drives her insane.
"Miss Priss can't fathom standing at the back of the fucking sandwich line?"
Sakura breathes in deeply here, gives Suigetsu the cuntiest glare in her arsenal and then turns back around to face forward.
"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
She then pointedly ignores the shark toothed hellion and acts like he isn't there.
Suigetsu gives Sasuke a, 'what the fuck' look, then silently seethes behind him. He goes back to complaining at him.
"You're just going to let this happen?" he questions. "She does this like every fucking day!"
Sasuke lifts a shoulder, uncaring.
Sakura only cuts him in line when he's alone and Suigetsu isn't with him after that.
There's a security guard at school named Darui that likes to give Sasuke a hard time. Sakura can tell from across the room that Sasuke is quietly getting enraged.
They're in the student common room during their shared study hall. The atmosphere is more relaxed in here than in the actual study hall room and people are lounging about, listening to music and gossiping. Showing each other random shit on their phones.
Sasuke is in the corner of the room by himself, just sitting there at a table. Sakura thinks she sees a worksheet in front of him that he's been staring at for the past ten minutes, but otherwise he hadn't been doing anything unorthodox.
Briefly, she looks down at the sheet she has in front of her. Maybe he was working on their calc assignment.
The guard is trying to send him to the dean's office, arguing that Sasuke is giving him lip and causing trouble.
"I'm not even fucking saying anything," Sasuke seethes.
The guard has his hand on the utility belt at his waistband, like he's ready to pull something out and use force if necessary.
"You're giving me attitude."
Sasuke has a nasty expression on his face as he responds.
"No. I'm fucking not."
Darui gives him a condescending look.
"And you're cussing profusely."
Sasuke has clearly lost his patience from the way his hand is shaking underneath the table. Sakura has an angle on it from where she's seated across the room and she is suddenly nervous.
Sasuke stands up abruptly, his chair flying backwards and crashing through to the ground. A couple people look up, but most of them don't. Shit like this happened often with all sorts of people and it wasn't ever anything that interesting.
Unless it was a brawl or a fist fight, then it drew a crowd and the entire place turned into a fucking zoo. The biggest mobs formed in the rare instances where a girl attacked another girl.
"And now I feel threatened. Not surprising, knowing your track record in juvie," Darui continues.
Sasuke is staring at the ground angrily, his fist is clenched now and Sakura is worried that he is actually going to throw a punch. She hopes he doesn't do it. He'd get suspended or maybe even expelled for beating on a security guard.
"Get to the office. If I call up and they say you didn't show, I will come find you and drag you over there myself."
Darui stands there, arms now crossed. He waits for him to leave, staring him down with malice.
Sasuke bends down angrily and grabs his backpack off the floor. His plain black t-shirt rides up with the action. Then he storms out, punching the door open loudly as he goes.
Sakura waits exactly three minutes before she stands up and nonchalantly follows after him. He's left the sheet he was working on behind, so she scoops it up and takes it with her.
She's walking in the empty hallway and looking down at his sheet, distracted. Sakura is a little puzzled at what she's seeing.
It's all of the answers to the problems for their calculus class and none of the work. Her face is contorted in confusion and she turns it sideways and then flips it over like this will help her figure out what the fuck she's looking at.
She's so immersed in this, that she runs headlong into his back.
He whips around in agitation. He's surely about to punch the shit out of whoever has dared jostle him after he's unfairly been sent off to get his millionth detention. He pauses when he realizes it's her.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asks.
She squeaks at him.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
His eyes fall to the sheet in her hands. He swipes it out of her fingers, a scowl on his face.
"Why do you have all the answers?" she asks, confused.
He folds the paper up meticulously, his eyes downcast as he responds.
"I solved the problems."
He's stuffing the folded assignment into the back pocket of his dark jeans.
"Did you do the work on a different sheet?" she questions, curiously.
He looks up at her.
"I don't need to write out the work."
He turns around, trudging his way towards the office again. She follows behind him avidly. No one's around between periods, so she doesn't really care that they're interacting so openly.
"Why not?" she asks.
He gives her an irritated side-eye and grips the strap of his bag.
"Stop talking. You're talking a lot," he complains.
She frowns at him, then calls him a jerk under her breath. She looks around a couple times, then leans in a little closer before speaking again.
"Want to meet up after school? My parents aren't getting home until late tomorrow night," she offers up.
He walks next to her for a bit in silence and they slow down as they get to the door of the dean's office. She looks up at him expectantly. Her eyes focus on the clock behind his head. The bell is about to ring.
He shrugs at her, then turns his back. She walks off as the bell begins to chime.
She expects to see him later, even though it's a school night.
Sasuke is sitting in a chair across his eccentric dean's desk. His foot is tapping against the floor and he has an arm on each armrest.
"What did you do this time?" Kakashi asks.
Sasuke eyes him with annoyance.
"I didn't do anything. I was just sitting there," he says.
Kakashi takes a deep breath and drums his fingers against the surface of his desk.
"I believe it. This guy sends you here a little too often. Seems like he's got a hard on for you."
Sasuke snorts. Kakashi was lame, but sometimes he was cool. His dean leans back in his chair now, fingers crossed and resting against his body.
"Anything else going on? How are you acclimating to being back?" he questions.
Sasuke looks away now.
"It's whatever."
Kakashi tilts his head at him.
"You're lucky your credits were approved for transfer. They don't usually accept the equivalent from detention centers."
"I passed all the tests," Sasuke mutters.
Sasuke's eyes are on one of the bookshelves in Kakashi's office. He scans the bindings of the texts absently.
"How are your friends?"
Sasuke shrugs in response as he turns back to Kakashi, indifferent.
The next question makes him tense though.
"How's your girlfriend?"
Sasuke clutches at his knee before answering.
"I don't have a girlfriend."
The silver haired man in front of him is rubbing at his chin now.
"Oh. You don't?"
"No."
Kakashi's looking at him with a little bit of disbelief.
"Weren't you talking to someone outside the office door, before you came in here?"
Sasuke is getting irritated. He gives his dean a look now that wreaks of, 'what the fuck are you talking about?'
"We have cameras," Kakashi says, simply.
It was widely known that half the cameras in the school didn't actually work, which was why Sasuke had been so reckless and uncaring about grabbing at Sakura during well timed moments, on random days.
If Kakashi wasn't wearing a face mask, Sasuke thinks he'd be giving him a potentially creepy smile.
Fucking pervert. He wasn't slick about his erotica sticking out under the exorbitant stack of papers piled on his desk.
How did this guy still have a job at a high school?
"Can I go now?" Sasuke asks.
Kakashi looks at him for a minute, his eyes crinkled in amusement, then gestures at him to get out.
This she knew, was risky. She'd snuck Sasuke into her house one other time and had almost had a heart attack the entire time he was there. Sakura had made him leave before he could even get his hands down her pants. She'd been so paranoid and shaky about getting caught by her parents, that she could barely function.
This had been regardless of the fact that her parents had not been due to come back for over four days that time.
Sasuke had rolled his eyes at the spastic behavior, poked her forehead and left with his dick still hard. He had to jerk off profusely in his car, unable to wait until he got home.
The hedges around her parent's backyard are tall enough that if he slips in from the alley in the dark, no one would really see him. She's waiting at the backdoor to let him inside now.
She had sent him three different texts reminding him to park his car in the spot where he usually picked her up, a block away from the bus stop. He'd sent her an agitated response.
Yeah. I GOT IT.
She doesn't really know what to do with him once she's yanked him inside.
Sakura walks him through the kitchen and asks if he wants a snack or a drink. He doesn't.
Once they're in her room and she's shut and locked the bedroom door, Sakura appears nervous to be alone with him. He doesn't think this makes much sense, because she's been alone with him and writhing beneath him plenty.
He distracts her by making out with her to start.
He's removing her clothes as he's kissing her and she grips at him for balance as each article is dropped to the floor.
She yanks at his shirt to get it off of him, but lets him handle the rest on his own.
Once they've both stripped, he holds her hand and gives her one last kiss. Then he nods towards the bed and says, "Get on all fours."
Her eyes widen at him. They haven't done this position yet. He'd fucked her from the back upright, with most of their clothes still on. Not while she's naked, on her hands and knees. It hasn't really been possible with the way they'd been meeting up.
"You'll like it," he assures.
He's not actually sure if she will, but he guesses they'll find out shortly.
Sakura complies and does as he asks. She's a little timid and unsure.
He gets on his knees behind her on the mattress. He rubs his hands up her back because she seems a little edgy and he wants her to calm down. He tries to talk to her as he grips her hips, but he doesn't really know what to say that's reassuring.
"Hey," he says.
She turns to look at him over her shoulder.
"What?"
I don't know.
"Nothing," he says.
She faces forwards again and then he pushes into her and they both gasp. She's tighter from this angle.
"Ow," she moans.
He holds his breath for a moment and his eyes sweep up and down her nude body, though she can't see it.
"Does it hurt?" he asks.
It feels good for him.
She tries to peek at him over her shoulder again. Her face is a little scrunched up.
"Kind of," she trails off.
He plunges into her a couple times to experiment and she cries out, fidgeting in an attempt to get away from him.
"Yeah, it does. It does! Stop."
He freezes, frowns, then pulls out of her.
"Okay."
She separates from him, then flips over onto her back, bending her knees and squeezing her legs together. She is looking at him with her eyebrows furrowed.
"Sorry," she says.
"Whatever," he says, indifferent.
He grabs at her legs to spread them and then gets on top of her instead. She sighs and winds her arms around his neck as he enters her again.
"This is okay?" he checks with her.
She nods against his shoulder, then wraps her legs around him.
His bare skin against hers is making her burn and she is emitting sounds that he's never heard come out of her mouth before.
He holds himself up by the elbows over her, so he can look at her better while he's moving. She's flushed, her eyes are half hooded and her lips parted as she looks back at him.
Sasuke rests a hand near the side of her head and then reaches the other downwards, gripping at the outside of her thigh.
She gets wetter as he touches her more and he knows he should kiss her too, but he doesn't want to. She desired this casual, secret love affair from him, but then she wanted too much extra shit on top of it.
"Kiss me?" she asks, breathlessly.
He does it without much delay though.
She was spoiled and it annoyed him.
He gets it. She wanted to maintain this clean-cut outwards appearance to please people for whatever reason, but then behind closed doors she wanted to please herself.
Sasuke had let go of caring about what other people thought about him and his actions a long time ago.
He thinks if Sakura wants to be a dirty slut for him, that she should be open about it and not give a fuck who knows or who doesn't.
It's wishful thinking though.
He knows she gets tired of being nice and approachable all the time. It's probably exhausting. Sometimes he likes when she's a bitch, but he doesn't think anyone else really sees or notices that side of her.
Afterwards, they lie around together, then do it a couple more times.
They doze off. Sakura has an ear and one of her hands rested against chest. His arm is wrapped around her, holding her to himself tightly as they nap.
When he wakes up again, it's pretty late. Sakura isn't in bed, but she's back shortly with a glass of water and a couple cookies.
"Want one?" she approaches her bed and offers one out to him.
"I guess," he mumbles.
He sits up, her bed sheets at his waist. He takes one from her hand, then munches on it. She definitely baked these, he thinks. She likes to bake and bring the crap she makes to school to share with her friends.
He's quiet for a minute before he talks again.
"I should go," he says.
Sakura had thrown a long, loose top on to traverse to the kitchen. Having finished her snack, she's yanking it off again now.
"You can stay if you want," she shrugs. "No one's home."
She's a lot less panicked than last time he was here. He's thinking that last time may have been a little too early on in this, for her to try and sneak him into her bedroom.
He stays. He's got a bunch of random clothes in the trunk of his car that he can change into tomorrow morning. They agree on waking up early so he can drop her off a couple blocks away from school. It's already close to midnight, so he's not sure how realistic an ass crack of dawn alarm is going to be, but it should hopefully work out.
Sakura is on her knees now, between his legs, sucking his cock. She is on the ground and he is sitting on the edge of her bed. His hand is holding her hair away from her face, in a makeshift ponytail in his fist.
Her wide green eyes are on his dark ones as she bobs up and down. His expression is a little pained as she continues. He's sensitive from all of the sex they'd crammed into the past couple hours.
Her cheeks are hollowed out as she blows him. One of her hands is on his knee, and the other one moves to massage his balls.
He groans and tosses his head back. He's going to come soon.
She makes a show of licking the underside of him with her tongue and lets spit collect everywhere and drip down her chin.
He looks down at her again, pulls at her hair and tells her he's going to come in her mouth.
Most of it leaks out of her lips and falls down from her chin to her chest. Her eyes are dark as she looks at his face. He's fixated on the drip of himself on her body. She lifts a hand and rubs her fingers through it, then licks her tongue all around her mouth.
His palm has moved from her messy pink hair to her cheek, his eyes now wide.
What the fuck.
She starts grinning at him and the words tumble out of his mouth before he can control himself.
"Fucking slut," he mutters.
Her grin turns into a pout.
"Don't call me that!" she scolds.
Her gaze is heated as she looks up at him now. He looks away from her and removes his hand from her face.
"I don't actually mean it," he mumbles.
Sakura stands up and kisses his cheek before saying, "Good. You better not."
She turns away from him to go clean herself up.
Sasuke is sleeping in her bed on his back, his face turned away from her. She looks over at him in the soft morning light and she feels something she shouldn't.
He starts to shift, blinking awake. He stares in the direction he's facing for a minute, his eyes at the corner of the room and then at the ceiling and then slowly, he turns his head towards her and looks at her too.
They don't say anything. They just look at each other.
It's weird for him to wake up somewhere else that he's not used to.
He woke up everyday for a year, locked up and staring at the same shitty, crumbling wall. Something about that routine still haunts him a little, but he hasn't talked about it or expressed it to anyone.
Sometimes he thinks Sakura sees the real him, but otherwise he thinks she's oblivious to a lot about him too. Lately though, he's been suspicious of her acting obtuse on purpose.
Either way, it's better than no one seeing anything, so he appreciates whatever he can get out of it regardless. He's too much of a fuck up for someone like her to care about him too much, but he likes that she does a little bit. Even if she's kind of in denial about it.
She definitely had her own baggage to work through, but deep down he is glad that he gets some of her attention.
His hair is falling into one of his eyes now, so Sakura reaches forward and moves it. She climbs over him and rides his morning wood lazily and he thinks to himself that this is kind of awesome.
He's sitting up a little now, his back against a couple pillows. His hands are on her hips and hers are on his forearms and he comes pretty quickly. He frowns though. They had not used any protection all night and he'd just come inside of her.
She blinks rapidly as she realizes what he's done.
"H-hey!" she says, panicked.
He gives her a glare and pinches at her skin tightly.
"You need to get on birth control. If we're going to be this stupid, you have to," he says, seriously.
He'd mostly pulled out last night, but they had done it too many times. She'd ended up on her back after she'd blown him, with her ankles on his shoulders and he'd fucked her like that too, well past one in the morning.
She had warned him not to come inside of her, so he'd pulled out and jerked himself, spilling into his hand with a loud groan while hovering over her body.
He knows that's not good enough.
"How am I supposed to hide that from my mom?" she asks, worried.
He gives her an exasperated look from below her.
"You're 18, you can just get it without her. Hide the pills in an ibuprofen bottle you carry around or something."
Sakura places her palms flat on his chest and looks at him apprehensively.
"Can you take me?" she asks, quietly.
He gives her a questioning glance. His hands have moved up from her hips to under her exposed tits and she's leaning forward now, closer to his face.
"To get it. I mean," she clarifies.
"Okay," he says.
They stay silent for a bit, eyeing each other. Then he looks away from her, out the window. The curtains are drawn, but it looks a little too bright now for it to be early.
"What time is it?" he breaks the silence.
Sakura shoots up, her eyes widening. She jumps off of him and fumbles around in the sheets looking for her cell phone.
"Oh my god. It's already third period," she moans.
Sasuke just lies there, watching her scurry around the room. She's opening and shutting drawers, pulling out clean panties and a bra and hopping around on one foot to get to her closet.
"Aren't you going to get dressed?! What are you doing?!" she screeches.
He raises a shoulder up, then drops it, drowsy.
"Doesn't take me long," he says.
He shuts his eyes again. He's comfortable. If she didn't have such a stick up her ass, he'd prefer to just sleep here all day with her and ditch.
It would be worth the eight hour detention.
Since they're already late as hell anyways, he wants to make a stop on the way. Sakura had shoved him out the back door, bitched at him for five minutes about not being seen by any neighbors and then left through the front.
They'd met at his car, parked a lengthy block away from the bus stop that's closest to her house.
"You need to take the pill again," he says, as he drives.
Her arms are crossed and she's irked at him because he's about to make them more late, but she expresses one of her concerns anyways.
"I could, but it's not good to take that too often I don't think," she mumbles.
He's pulling up to a pharmacy that's a little bit out of the way, just in case they run into someone they know.
"I'll go in and get it for you this time, okay? You can wait in the car," he says.
She groans but then nods at him. She was getting antsy about being this late, but she knew he was right. He leaves her in the vehicle and she eyes his back as he heads inside.
She feels like a little bit of a psychopath, preaching about abstinence and safe and responsible sex in public and then turning around and having the most irresponsible, unprotected sex she could ever have with her secret lover.
She scrunches up her nose. She was a little confused about her identity and her conflicting behaviors were starting to weigh heavily on her.
At least Sasuke owned up to being a troublemaking idiot. She wishes she had it in her to be as carefree as him.
Sakura does not want to be dropped off a distance away from the school today. She's never been this late before and she is tweaking out about it. They go in through the front together for the first time.
While they're walking across the parking lot, Sasuke gives her some bad news that he doesn't think she is aware of.
"They call home when you're truant. You know that right?"
She stops in her tracks for a second.
"What?"
He had changed his shirt and socks with fresh ones out of his trunk. He's otherwise wearing the same pants as yesterday.
"They'll leave a message and send an email that you cut half the day's periods, unexcused."
Sakura's mind is racing. She thinks she has a good shot at intercepting the messages before her parents see them. She is not sure if she can get away with just saying that she overslept.
Overslept for four hours?
"When?" she asks, sharply.
Sasuke eyes her suspiciously. He could tell she was planning something high effort to avoid getting in trouble.
She was fucking crazy.
"Around end of day. The penalty for this is probably a weekend detention. You have a short window where you can serve it."
Sakura frowns, her expression ugly. This would be her first detention. She is annoyed that her perfect record is now tarnished.
Sasuke doesn't think she should stress out so hard, but there's not much he can say that will make her stop, so he doesn't say anything else.
As they enter the building, there are a handful of kids spread around the inner foyer of the front entrance and all of them are younger than them. Some of them eye him wearily, but he's used to people being off-put by him.
He doesn't think it's much to worry about and Sakura's too distracted by her impending punishment to be paying attention to who is around.
Sasuke is taken aback however, when the security guard at the front desk has a comment to share.
Sakura is frozen in front of him, her eyes bugging out.
"Kind of late today, huh guys?" the guard remarks.
He is looking them both up and down, as if they'd done something offensive.
Sasuke glares at him. The guard's tone is a little too knowing and he doesn't like that. He pushes Sakura forward and does not respond. They walk together briefly up a side hallway, then separate at a fork. They don't say goodbye.
"Sakura, you are so pure and righteous and holy. Please, do me the honor of going on a date with me!"
It's been a couple days since the fuck fest he'd had with her, and Sasuke cannot believe he had ended up at his locker in time to bear witness to whatever the hell was going on at Sakura's.
Her face is flushed and she looks mortified as this dweeb Lee asks her out on date. He's shoving a flower in her face and he's down on one knee.
There are only a couple other people in the hallway. The bell's about to ring.
"That's really sweet of you and everything Lee, but I'm not dating right now. My focus is on my—my," her eyes catch Sasuke's as he straightens up.
He'd been digging around the bottom of his locker looking for a pencil.
She stumbles on her words because she's very clearly thinking about how often they fuck as she tells this guy she's too righteous to go on an innocent date with him.
"My studies," she finishes, attention back on Lee.
The nerd looks put out, but then he looks happy.
"Sakura you are too just! I wouldn't deserve your light and chastity."
Sasuke is rolling his eyes now. He scratches at one of his arms and adjusts his backpack as he shuts the door to his locker.
Lee gets lost pretty quick after that.
Sakura is hiding behind the open door of hers. She jumps when she closes it and finds Sasuke standing there on the other side, leaning against the metal.
He is smirking at her, seemingly entertained by the uncomfortable scene that just played out in front of him.
"Pure, righteous and holy huh?"
He leans in a little closer.
"Didn't seem so pure when you were choking on my dick the other night," he mutters into her ear.
Her eyes widen. Her mouth drops open and she hits him hard in the shoulder. She looks around in paranoia.
"Shut up. I'm serious!"
Shikamaru and Ino choose that moment to make a stop at their nearby shared locker. Sakura's hand is still on him, and they're standing closer together than what would be reasonably appropriate.
Sasuke notes that Nara is sizing up the situation quickly. It's likely that he's already made an assessment and that the assessment is probably accurate.
Sakura is too slow to notice. Sasuke steps backwards, putting distance between them. Nara squints at him for a moment then straightens out his face.
Sasuke turns his back on Sakura and walks off without turning around or saying anything else.
She frowns.
One of their schoolmates has a sibling that works in the stockroom at the pharmacy. They'd somehow caught sight of Sasuke buying the morning after pill and had told their classmate about it. Their classmate had proceeded to tell half the student body.
Sakura is going to throw up.
There's no way to tell that he had bought it for her, but this rumor spreading around the school that Sasuke almost knocked someone up, hits a little too close to home for her comfort.
She needs to talk to him, but she's too afraid to right now.
She eyes him from across the student commons during study hall. She knows he's not studying. He barely has any real classes other than calculus.
He had done most of his coursework last year, while he was away. There had been nothing else to do while the clock slowly ticked away on his sentence.
He had three study halls this year, some bullshit elective on glass blowing and AP Calculus. Maybe he had a gym class and some random history class too. She's not entirely certain.
She texts him.
2nd floor bathroom in 5 min?
Sasuke looks up at her for a second before responding with an affirmative, via text.
She gets up to go and makes her way to the single stall bathroom on the second floor. Sakura feels a little bad for hogging the gender neutral washroom right now, but she wants to talk in private.
They'd of course had sex in this a couple times before too.
Sasuke slips in shortly after her and locks the door. He reaches for her but she bats his hands away.
"What?" he asks.
Sakura is looking at him, kind of agitated. She is dressed in a standard outfit of hers. A loose off the shoulder sweater, skirt and knee-high socks. The skirt is actually rather short, but the length of her sweater usually cancels it out somehow.
"Did you hear about this rumor?" she questions.
He looks at her, nonplussed.
"It's not a rumor," he states. "I bought it and I got it for you. It's not false," he says.
Sakura's eyes widen.
"Is that what you're telling people?!" she asks, harshly.
He looks a little irritated.
"I'm not telling people shit. But if someone asks me, I'm not going to deny buying it."
Sakura turns her back on him, paces the small perimeter of the bathroom for a second, then faces him again.
"No! You need to!" she cries.
He shakes his head at her and asks, "Why?"
"Because!"
Sasuke crosses his arms and shifts from foot to foot now.
"You're starting to annoy me, Sakura," he says, voice low.
"I don't want people to know! I've told you this before," she exclaims.
His eyes are on the bottom hem of her skirt. She'd started wearing her skirts more often than she used to and he has a guess as to why.
It made it easier to fuck her when she was in one.
"No one knows or will find out it was for you. Calm down."
She's pretty close to stamping her foot at him.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" her voice is getting loud.
She steps closer to him and he looks down his nose at her. They stare at each other.
They shouldn't have sex again until she's protected, but they're locked in this bathroom and the temptation is pretty high.
Sakura grips at his belt buckle and his eyes focus on her hands as she pulls him out. She gives him a quick handjob. His forehead drops to her right shoulder as she makes him feel good.
He lets out a muffled cry into her neck. His hand comes up to grip at her left shoulder as he's coming. She catches most of it in her small fist, but a drop falls down onto the top of her knee-highs that she doesn't notice.
Sasuke notices later, as she crosses her legs in calculus.
He'd felt the need to sit close to her today since she was upset, so he's on her immediate left as they take notes and sit through class.
He sends her a text.
There's jizz on your sock
She freezes as she checks her phone, then looks up at him worriedly. His eyes drop pointedly to the maroon fabric. It's a small mark, but it's still a noticeable blemish. He doubts anyone would know what it is.
Her finger drops under her desk to pick at it, but when that doesn't totally resolve it, she just folds her sock down a little bit to cover it up.
He's looking down at his notebook and is nodding imperceptibly, when they get yelled at.
Unbeknownst to them, Asuma is one of their instructors they don't have fooled.
"Uchiha. Haruno. Stop talking. Pay attention," he says, sternly.
Sakura looks annoyed because she had not been talking. On top of that, Asuma had been facing the other way, writing shit down for them to copy. She is offended by the reprimand.
The rest of the class is uneventful and Sasuke and Sakura do not acknowledge each other again.
Sasuke had kind of hated her before. But that was because she had been annoying. Literally everything she did was annoying.
Part of him felt like she would act extra annoying around him specifically, just to get a reaction out of him.
She would cut him in line at lunch and not apologize. (Though to be fair, she was still doing that). She would slam her locker door extra loud if it was just the two of them in the hallway. She would fucking bend over to tie her shoe in front of him in a way where he could see up her skirt.
If he'd end up seated next to her in calc, she'd reach into her shirt and adjust her bra, her head turned in his direction.
There had been one day where she'd bent over in front of him to pull up her sock and he'd gotten a generous view of a lacy thong sitting above the waistline of her jeans.
At that point he had really felt like she was messing with him.
This bitch was some model student for virtue and wholesomeness, so either he was going crazy, or she had some repressed monster inside of her that was showing itself in the form of passive aggressive come-ons aimed in his direction.
He doesn't remember her interacting with him this much before he'd gone to juvie and he questions what about his time in exile may have caused a change.
They weren't friends. Her group and his did not mesh. If their groups interacted it was to trade insults or eye each other in disgust.
There had been a period a long time ago when she, him and Naruto had been kind of friends, but the trio had outgrown that after middle school. They each talked to Naruto separately sometimes, but never together.
Besides, Naruto had disappeared on some strange, homeschool-apprenticeship hybrid, and Sasuke had ended up in jail.
TBC...
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