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.
This work is in two parts.
Tarnished Pt. II
They get served a half-day, weekend detention for being late after their overnight rendezvous at her house, just as Sasuke had predicted.
Sakura is flipping a shit the night before and texting him a million questions a minute. He is not surprised that he's somehow been roped into committing to pick her up before it and take her home after it.
She tells her parents that she's going to spend the day at the public library, studying. She had successfully intercepted the messages about her truancy and they had been none the wiser.
Not that many people had to serve these kinds of detentions and it was usually the same crowd on a weekend. Sasuke thinks Sakura will definitely stick out like a sore thumb, but he knows the crew that goes to this will likely look up for a second at her, then proceed to not give a fuck.
He parks in the back of the school after he has picked her up. There are no cars. There were a couple out front, and he's guessing that most people are probably taking the bus.
Sakura is trailing after him as he leads the way inside. She'd opted to wear tight jeans with a rip in the knee, sneakers and a dark hoodie that is swallowing her whole. She's hiding her hair beneath the hood of her sweater, worried someone is going to recognize her.
He thinks she's being kind of dumb, but he also thinks something about her goofy behavior is cute. Sakura out of her element is entertaining him more than it should.
They sign in with today's overseer, a mean looking instructor named Ibiki. He gives Sasuke a nod of acknowledgement, then eyes Sakura up and down. He hasn't seen her before.
Sakura wants to die.
Afterwards, Sasuke leads her to the back corner of the auditorium style room. The desks in this space are long and shared across the chairs in each row. Sasuke drops his bag to the floor and Sakura decides to sit in the corner seat next to him, closest to the wall.
She drags her chair a little closer to his though. A handful of other people are trickling in and Sakura is eyeing everyone with wide eyes. Each person that walks in looks more nefarious than the last.
Sasuke is unbothered and doing his own thing next to her. He's pulling things out of his bag and setting them down in front of him. Sakura copies him and pulls out a notebook and some pens, but she doesn't think she can really get anything done right now.
After the first twenty minutes have passed, Sakura whispers at him.
"This is awful!"
Ibiki looks up sharply and yells out, "No talking!"
Sasuke's lip lifts up, but he keeps his head down as Sakura's eyes go wide again. She looks like she's going to cry.
She writes down a note on a sheet she's teared out of her notebook, then slides it over to him.
This is like a prison! How do you do this all the time?!
Sasuke is unimpressed as he turns the slip of paper over to write down a response.
I've kind of been to prison. This is not as bad. It's quiet.
Sakura makes a face, her eyes staring at the first part of his sentence for longer than necessary.
She could sit in her room at home by herself and it would be quiet too and no one would be there yelling at her. She doesn't write him anything again.
More time passes.
Sakura was fidgeting. This was the longest four hours of her life. Sasuke was sitting still. Seemingly bored, but not. He was writing something in his notebook with an inky black pen.
She peers over his shoulder to take a look.
He was writing all of the correct answers to their latest calculus assignment on the notebook paper, but not needing to write any of the work out to get there again.
Sakura glances at his side profile timidly. She knew he was good with numbers, but this was a little intimidating.
He looks up at her once he notices her staring at him for too long. He shakes his head at her, an unspoken expression of, 'what do you want?' directed her way.
She tilts her head to the side, then looks away from him.
Sakura isn't sure how she feels about this new Sasuke.
He had always been quiet, sure. But post juvenile hall Sasuke seemed uncaring, cold and kind of aloof.
She isn't sure why she cares or why she's intrigued by this. He had assimilated into a bizarre group of people upon his return and he'd tried to keep a low profile and mind his own business.
The low profile thing didn't really work for him though. Everyone knew who he was and where he'd been the past year.
Sakura notices that he's taller and broader and his face is more angled and he's looking at her whenever she's at her locker at the same time as him, gathering her books and her folders.
His stares start to make her feel weird, then angry, then confused. She didn't like it.
Everything was in good order as it was. She didn't have to put much effort into maintaining much about her day-to-day. She woke up, went to school, went to her extracurricular meetings, studied, went to sleep and did it all over again.
Everyone liked her and thought she was nice and sweet and charming and she was satisfied with this. But then something foreign is igniting in her and she wants to make Sasuke uncomfortable too.
It starts out innocent.
She cuts him in the lunch line a couple times to gauge his reaction. He never says anything, but she can feel his eyes on her body, burning a hole into her back.
She takes longer to do things when he's around, like adjust her clothes and tie her shoe and sift through her locker. She notices him loitering about no matter how long she drags out her actions for.
Sakura does stuff like this for a while, so when she sees him and gets mad at him for triggering her at that party a handful of months ago, she throws all sense and logic out the window.
Naruto is back from his apprenticeship with Jiraiya. He falls back into a natural repertoire with both Sasuke and Sakura like no time has passed.
Granted he catches up with them separately these days, but it was a testament to their bonds that it was so natural to do so.
He's finding it fishy that Sakura and Sasuke seem to be busy or occupied at the same time, on the same days, at the same hours though.
He wants to hang out, but they're rarely free. He eyes each of them with scrutiny from across the lunch room, seated at their respective tables. They seemingly don't speak to each other throughout the day, don't like each other and don't appear to have anything in common.
Sakura had a prim and proper, good girl image that she seemed to take pride in and Sasuke was like some black stain on the carpet. People steered clear of him, avoided him and eyed him with anxiety whenever he was around.
Naruto's guessing that Sasuke didn't really shed any light on the year he was locked away and it has left people to use their imaginations to fill in the blanks.
Sasuke seemed acclimated enough here though.
Naruto himself is a little thrown off by the defined structure of class periods now that he's back. His hybrid homeschooling model had been much more carefree and flexible than this, but he's adjusting.
Naruto is at Sakura's locker, trying to fish for information after she's declined yet another invite from him to hang out and catch up.
"You know, Sasuke was busy after school yesterday too," he says, cautiously.
Sakura bangs her elbow on the edge of her locker as she pulls herself out from digging through it.
She grumbles in agitation, rubs at her hurt appendage and snaps her head towards her old friend.
"So? What do I care what he was doing?" her response is a little too fast and a little too panicked to be natural.
Naruto raises an eyebrow at her and doesn't say anything more. He walks her to class and says he'll see her later.
Naruto tries a different approach with Sasuke. They're standing across the street from the school during a free period and passing a vape back and forth while they catch up in that stupid way that boys do.
By trying to one up each other with the craziest shit they've done since the last time they talked.
Naruto takes a puff of the e-cig, then pivots.
"Are you seeing Sakura?" he asks.
Sasuke had been holding his phone in one hand, his arm at his side. His grip goes slack and it falls, facedown with a resounding crunch. He doesn't answer Naruto and instead he just stares down at the frame of his device in defeat. He does not want to pick it up. From that octave of sound, he knows the screen is shattered.
He blinks at it. Naruto's eyes are on it too. Finally, Sasuke bends over to retrieve it.
It's in pieces. He looks at it sullenly after he's grabbed it up, then looks back at Naruto in agitation.
This was this idiot's fault.
"I hate you," he mutters, darkly.
Naruto eyes him smugly. He thinks he has his answer.
Sasuke shoves his now janky phone into his back pocket, then makes Naruto promise to keep it a secret because Sakura is a psycho about it.
"That's not fair man," Naruto says.
He offers Sasuke the vape again, but Sasuke declines it. He's giving Naruto a look wherein he wants him to explain what he means.
"Like not fair to you. Is she ashamed of you or something?" Naruto questions.
Sasuke shrugs, looking away from him.
Naruto is bordering on talking about feelings and Sasuke would like to rewind to the part where Naruto was out of his life and not here anymore.
"She cares too much about stupid shit. What am I supposed to do about it?" Sasuke says, uncaringly.
Naruto frowns.
After their shared detention, Sakura asks Sasuke to meet her at the public library. She wants his help with some calculus concepts.
It's the following weekend, later in the day. The library is not very crowded. They are sitting next to each other at a table in a secluded and low traffic area, next to a section of old books that are collecting dust.
Sasuke is leaning towards her, his chin on his palm and elbow on the table as his eyes scan a problem on her worksheet.
He pulls her pen out of her hand and writes down the answer.
"But how did you get there?" she asks, confused.
Sakura's hair looks extra glossy today and it's flowing down the front of her shoulders in natural waves. He stares at the strands for a minute.
She's looking at him expectantly.
He frowns down at the sheet again and attempts to explain, but he has trouble talking it through. He just knows. He's never had to explain it to someone else before.
Asuma had given him a bunch of D's at first for not showing his work, but then ended up letting him get away with it because he found it impressive.
For her, he makes an attempt at writing the steps out.
She makes a face at what he's written.
"I still don't get it," she says.
He sighs, exasperated.
"It's easy. Look."
She stops looking at what he's pointing out to her and fixates on him instead. He looks up from what he's trying to show her and looks back.
Abruptly, Sasuke knocks the pen he was using to the floor with the elbow he had resting on the table. It rolls far away underneath them and he gets down to retrieve it.
Sakura thinks nothing of this, but then he's taking too long to pop back up. She gasps when she feels his hands at her thighs, holding her legs apart.
"What are you doing?!" she whispers, frantically.
Her chair is pulled forward by the legs of it and her hands fly down to the edge of the table for balance. She looks around nervously. She doesn't see anyone and it's quiet.
Sakura feels his fingers moving aside her panties beneath her skirt and then her hands smack against her face as he begins to use his tongue on her. Her cheeks feel hot.
Sasuke wishes he could see her expression. He's sure she's tweaking and her face is as pink as her hair right now, but he's having fun anyway.
One of her hands drops to his head and runs through his lengthier raven colored locks. She pulls hard. His hands are gripping her knees and he is kneeling on the floor between her legs.
Above the desk, Sakura makes a sound she tries to quiet with her other hand, but it's kind of loud and he laughs into her skin as he licks at her.
"Shut up," she moans, softly.
She pulls on his hair some more. Once he dips a couple fingers into her too, she shakes pretty quickly as she comes and then she tries to clamp her legs shut. He straightens out her clothes for her and then resurfaces to his chair, wiping his mouth with his sleeve as he sits back down.
Sakura is flushed as he suspected and she looks kind of mortified. She's trying to glare at him but it's not really coming across.
She can barely focus afterwards and she punches him for being distracting. He's kind of smiling while he sits there and Sakura freezes because he doesn't really do that.
"If it isn't the platinum v-card crew."
Suigetsu is miffed.
Sasuke is standing around outside with him, Jugo, and a couple other idiots across the street from school during today's lunch hour.
The weather was nice, so most people had chosen to go off campus to buy food.
Suigetsu is smoking a cigarette, his toe tapping in agitation as he mean mugs Sakura and her friends from where he's standing.
They're walking towards the parking lot, seemingly about to pile into Yamanaka's car to go somewhere.
"I don't understand that shit," he takes a drag and exhales. "Why would you advertise that you're a judgemental bitch about people fucking?"
He gestures at Sasuke with his cigarette and lifts it towards him.
"Want?"
Sasuke shakes his head in the negative, stuffing one of his hands into the pocket of his dark jeans.
His other hand grips the strap of his backpack and his expression is bored as Suigetsu blathers on.
Jugo has decided to sit on the asphalt and throw bits of oyster crackers at a group of birds who are pecking around a dirty looking puddle of water.
Yamanaka's car cruises past them slowly on the street, she crinkles her nose in disgust at Suigetsu and tosses her head back to undoubtedly say something nasty to the rest of the group in the vehicle.
Most of them laugh. Sasuke's eyes are on Sakura. She doesn't seem entertained. She's sitting behind the blonde and she turns her head to look at him briefly. The window is rolled down.
To anyone else it's a blank stare, but he knows there's more to it. She wants something.
The car speeds up and disappears up the street. Sure enough, his phone vibrates swiftly afterwards, in his back pocket. He had replaced the shattered screen pretty quickly, but the touch sensitivity seemed a little off on it now.
Can we go to the clinic for the BC today after school?
He doesn't respond to her right away, Suigetsu is still bitching at him.
"Like maybe she should try to fuck first and then decide it sucks. See what she's missing."
He's shaking his head as he stomps on the end of his cigarette with his foot. He pulls out his vape and starts puffing on that too before continuing.
"I bet her virginal pussy is tight as fu—"
Sasuke chooses that moment to spit on the ground obnoxiously, his loogie hitting and landing on Suigetsu's shoe.
"Bro, what the fuck?"
Suigetsu is hopping around trying to get the spit off of him.
Sasuke eyes him with an unreadable expression.
"My bad."
Sasuke had taken her virginity from her earlier that school year and it had opened up some Pandora's box of nonstop fucking between them.
She loses it to him at a party that had drawn the randomest mix of people across the entire school. It had been thrown in a multi-story cabin in the woods and the seclusion from the more populated area of town had made it so the gathering could prosper well into the early hours of the morning.
Neither of them had been drunk, so he's not entirely sure what had caused her to be so bold with her advances and what had come over himself to agree.
He had just walked in, trying to get his bearings and then he'd somehow ran into her by accident, knocking her sideways and into a wall. She'd straightened up, angry, and had started bitching at him quietly, in irritation.
God forbid someone overheard her acting nasty.
They'd argued frivolously in a sparsely populated hallway and then she's grabbing his arm and shoving him into a dim lit and unoccupied bedroom at the end of the hall.
He rips his arm out of her grasp as she shuts and locks the door.
"You annoy me," he had said, scathingly.
She'd glared at him and responded with, "No. You, annoy me!"
"Why are you always bending over in front of me?" he questions.
"I don't do that."
"Why are you always staring at me?!" she yells.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't look at you," he'd said.
There's more yelling and arguing and then she's jumping him. He's a little surprised, but he reciprocates and grabs at her too.
His hands are all over her and she moans.
What the fuck?
He thought she was a prude.
He has her pressed up against a wall, and he sticks his knee high up, between her legs. She rubs herself against it wantonly. Rubs herself and grinds on him until she comes.
He's honestly shocked.
Sasuke swallows hard and looks down at her, eyes wide.
"Have you had sex before?" he asks her, uncertain.
"No," she says.
That's what he had thought, but he's thrown off by her being a nympho with him right now.
"Have you?" she counters.
"A couple times," he says, uncaring.
His knee is still between her legs, but neither of them are moving.
"Okay. I want you to fuck me," she says.
"Wh-what?" he asks.
He didn't know what he expected when she locked them up in this room, but it definitely wasn't this.
"You heard me."
He's looking at her like she's not in the right state of mind. This didn't fit with her public persona and he's confused.
"Are you sure?"
She's nodding, yes.
"Are you drunk right now?"
She's nodding, no.
"I don't drink," she states.
She starts pulling at him.
"Do it. I want you to."
He tries to push her away a little bit, but his heart is not into it. He wants it more than he cares to admit.
"You might regret it though."
She makes a frustrated sound at him.
"I want to do it."
He tries one more half-hearted attempt to let her get out of this, but it doesn't work.
"It's going to hurt," he informs her.
She looks at him unblinking, her hands clutching at his shirt.
"I know that," she responds.
They do it standing up, facing each other. She was in a dress that was tight on top and loose on the bottom. Her panties were discarded and he has one of her legs lifted and is holding it around his waist. Her back is against the wall.
He pushes into her halfway and she gasps, pained.
Her hands are clutching at his forearms tightly for support. He has a thin jacket on, over a long-sleeved shirt. Since he had just arrived before he'd unceremoniously ran into her, he hadn't really been settled or had much time to take off his outerwear.
"Should I stop or keep going?" his voice is strained. She's so tight it almost hurts him too.
"Keep going," she says.
He pushes in all the way and she kind of screams. She's really tense around him.
"Relax. It's going to hurt worse if you stay tense."
She relaxes and her mouth drops open. She feels so full.
Sakura looks up at him, but his eyes are mostly hidden behind his hair. He hasn't started moving yet. When he does, she screams again.
"Ow!"
There's a tear in her eye now, so he leans forward and kisses her lips and her cheeks and her eyelids until she's lubricated and super wet around him. Then he moves more again.
She's still uncomfortable but it feels less abrasive.
Regardless, she says, "I want to stop now."
He hasn't come yet and he hadn't really fucked her for too long, but if she's had enough he's not going to push her.
He kisses her forehead and warns her that he's going to slowly pull out of her.
It hurts. She grips his hand tightly now, the one that isn't holding her leg up.
She cries at the loss. It was more painful than she'd expected, but she feels close to him from it anyways.
He helps her clean up afterwards and then she pecks at his lips and abruptly ditches him in the room.
He stands around pretty thrown off for a while, unsure about what had just transpired between them.
After that, she texts him that she wants to do it again.
It's Sakura. I want to do it again.
He still has her number saved from middle school. He doesn't need her to announce that it's her, but he stares at his phone for 15 minutes during his free period anyways.
What the fuck was going on. Was she meme'ing him?
He literally thought she spent her free time taking vows of abstinence for fun.
Okay. When?
Now.
He makes a face at the screen.
What? It was about to be lunch time. They could try it in his car, he supposed. He suggests this to her, and then she asks where to meet him.
People went off campus for lunch, so it wouldn't do for her to meet at his ride in the parking lot and get spotted driving off together.
I'll be a block over, near some of the houses.
Once it's the lunch period, she finds him and gets in his car. He starts to drive after she's shut the door.
"Where are you going?" she asks, confused.
"We can't just do it right here, on the street, next to the school!" he tells her, exasperated.
Where was her common sense lately? Jesus.
"I guess," she says.
She crosses her arms as he drives around, looking for somewhere to stop.
"Is it going to hurt this time?" she questions.
He shrugs indifferently and says, "Probably."
He actually feels a little nervous about this, but once they're parked and she's touching him again he forgets the feeling.
They're sitting together at this clinic, waiting for her birth control appointment, when someone they know walks in.
Sakura freezes up and grips at his hand.
They had gone out of their way to go to a location far from home, so this was a freak coincidence.
It is Temari and she looks a little pregnant.
She didn't go to the same school as them, but they all knew each other anyways. She hasn't noticed them yet and Sakura is hoping and praying that she doesn't.
Sasuke is looking at her with a modicum of concern. Otherwise, he hasn't really reacted other than crossing his feet at the ankle.
Temari falls back heavily into a chair across from them, stretches her toes and then looks up.
Her eyes widen at them and then she grins a little dangerously.
"Oh, hi. What are you guys doing here…?" she asks, slyly.
Sakura is white as a sheet. Temari eyes her knowingly. Sakura is supposed to be a good girl.
"Haruno Sakura!" her name is called.
Sakura's head snaps away, towards the nurse yelling out for her. She gets up on shaky legs and waves at the nurse apprehensively.
"Do you want your boyfriend to come too?" the nurse asks her.
Sakura's expression is pained. He's not her boyfriend, but Temari won't know the difference. Everyone's going to think she came here to get an abortion. It'll match the rumor about him buying an anonymous harlot a morning after pill too.
And yes, she does want her not-boyfriend to come in with her. She looks at him expectantly.
He stands up, but walks over to Temari, bends over and says something to her.
Temari looks at him, smiles softly and nods. Sasuke nods back, then follows Sakura.
"So you have a couple different options."
The nurse is a dark haired woman named Shizune, and she is walking Sakura through everything.
Sakura is sitting on an exam table in her street clothes and Sasuke is sitting on a chair off to the side.
"You can do a traditional pill, a diaphragm, an implant, or the IUD," Shizune says.
Sakura looks spooked. The IUD had sounded frightening.
"I think just the pill for now thanks," she mumbles.
Shizune is sitting on a backless rolling chair across from her, clicking through a computer, but still talking at her.
"And since you're sexually active, you probably need to get a pelvic exam. Have you had one of those before?"
Sakura blanches. She pulls at the bottom of her skirt, uncomfortable.
"No…" she says.
Sasuke can tell she's freaking out.
"What's that?" she asks.
Shizune glances at her to explain.
"We look into your vagina using a speculum and take a swab from your cervix," she says, simply.
What?
Sasuke's looking at her funny. Was she not paying attention in health class? Or did she black that part out in the name of chastity?
"We check the sample under a microscope and make sure everything's normal. No harm, no foul usually," she states, casually.
Shizune's eyes are back on her computer screen.
"Do you want to schedule that for next time?"
Sakura looks at Sasuke for a moment, her expression weirded out.
"Is that something I should do?" she questions, uncertain.
Sasuke nods at her and the nurse practitioner confirms it as well.
"O-okay. Yeah," she says.
Shizune, seemingly done with clicking around in Sakura's file, rolls away from the desk and faces the both of them.
"STD testing?" she looks between them.
Sasuke shakes his head.
"I'm clean. I had one in September."
And then he'd kind of laid low before he started fucking her towards the end of October. Sakura frowns at him.
"So what?" Shizune asks.
Sakura's face is a light pink now.
"He's the only person I've been with and we're only sleeping with each other," she supplies.
Shizune gives them both a look. She's over it.
"Whatever you guys say," she says. "I'll send that reoccurring script for you to the pharmacy, but you can get your first batch here and take it with you," she adds.
They get her pills afterwards, then leave.
With the bombardment of information given to her in the appointment, Sakura forgets that Sasuke had said something to Temari before it.
It hadn't been anything special anyways. Just that Sakura was nervous about being there, so please don't mention seeing her to anyone.
Temari had smiled softly at him because she thought he was being sweet.
"I brought you something," Sakura says excitedly.
His eyes rotate to her while he's driving, then focus back on the road. He doesn't like surprises and she knows that, so he's not sure where Sakura is going with this.
He'd picked her up before school so that they could fuck around now that her birth control was active.
"Oh, don't look so tense," she comments.
She pulls a square paper box out of her bag and leaves it on the floor of the car, at her feet.
"You can have it later," she says.
This is why he didn't like surprises. What the fuck was it?
"Why do you look like you want to murder somebody?" she questions.
She's shaking her head, her long hair straight and flat ironed today. It's not moving much with the motion and seems kind of limp.
He preferred its natural wavyness to this, but he's not going to tell her that. She's too self conscious. She'd force him to drive her back home so she could fix it.
He tunes back into her. He still doesn't know what she's decided to surprise him with.
"It's a cupcake!" she continues. "I saw you eyeing them down when I gave them to everyone the other week."
He's sulking now. He was not eyeing down her cupcakes because he wanted one.
He was eyeing them down because she was making some stupid show of—of having put in an effort to bake them and pass them out and explain all of them to people and—
Maybe he was curious. Just a little bit.
He takes her to his house to fuck. He doesn't need to sneak her in. His parents usually work until late everyday. His brother's usually away too, so he's a little annoyed to find him in the kitchen as he tries to walk past it with Sakura.
He'd been pushing her with one of his hands at the back of her waist as she walked in front of him, trying to get her to hurry up so they could get up the stairs.
"Sasuke."
He freezes. Sakura does too.
He turns to Itachi. Sakura kind of hides behind him.
"I thought you weren't going to be back until Monday," Sasuke says.
Itachi is looking down at his work phone and frowning.
"I caught an earlier flight," his brother says, looking back up.
"Who's your friend?" he questions.
Sasuke takes a deep breath. This was annoying.
"It's Sakura."
Itachi glances at her.
"I remember her. Hello, Sakura."
She peeks out from behind his back and waves weakly at his brother.
"Hi."
Sasuke tries to lead her away after that. They've cleared the doorway, but his brother's voice carries, asking him to come into the kitchen.
He groans.
"I'll wait in your room,'' she whispers at him.
She remembers where it is. She used to come here a long time ago with Naruto.
Sasuke trudges back to face his older brother.
"Do her parents know she's here?" Itachi asks, nosily.
Sasuke scowls.
No.
"Yes," he lies.
His brother gives him a disbelieving look.
"Make sure she gets home at a reasonable hour," he remarks.
Then he turns away from him and starts rifling through the fridge.
"I thought you said no one would be here," she says.
He's walking through his bedroom door and not really paying attention to her as he shuts it.
"Sorry. He wasn't supposed to be ho—" he pauses as he catches sight of her.
Sakura's already undressed. She's sitting in the middle of his bed in a silky, matching underwear set that looks kind of new. He assumes she just got it.
He swallows, then asks, "Are you wearing that for me?"
"Maybe. Do you—" He's looking at her funny and suddenly she trips up, uncertain. "—Do you like it?" she asks, quietly.
He nods at her, but otherwise doesn't say anything.
Sakura gets on her hands and knees and turns her head to him.
"We could try this again?" she says, breathlessly.
He steps forward and starts feeling her ass. Her panties barely covered anything and his eyes widen when his finger slips through the material at her pussy.
They're crotchless.
What was she doing?
He's immediately hard. He tears off all of his clothes and grabs at her ankles, pulling her backwards to line her up to himself better.
She gasps in surprise, then digs her hands into his sheets once she's situated. He's opted to stay standing for now.
He rests a hand flat on her lower back then guides himself into her with his other hand. She makes a noise and then pushes her body back against him.
"Fuck," he hisses out.
He can't move right now. He's worried he's going to come on the spot. The sight of her on all fours in this matching panty set, and his dick inside of her through the fabric, and the feeling of her around him is too much.
She's moving herself around now and he grabs at her to still her.
"Stop. Stop. Don't move," he demands.
Sakura looks over her shoulder at him, an eyebrow raised.
She notes his pained expression and how hard he's holding her in place and she laughs melodically at him.
He smacks her ass, annoyed. It has the desired effect. She stops laughing and she yelps in surprise, facing forward again and taking a quivering breath.
He doesn't want to be laughed at right now. He wants to fuck her hard and he doesn't want to come in the first minute and ruin it. Once he's grounded himself, he starts moving in and out of her at a fast pace.
Her gasps every time he goes in a little too deep are turning him on.
"Squeeze yourself around me," he instructs.
She does it a couple times.
"Like this?" she asks.
He shuts his eyes at the feeling before responding.
"Yes."
He leans forward now, his chest at her back. He puts one of his hands over hers to hold himself up and then wraps an arm across her chest, gripping the silk of her lingerie.
She moans loudly at this. He's crowding her and it's hot.
"Are you about to come?" she asks.
He's nodding, his head next to hers, and then he starts kissing at her cheek until she turns her head to kiss him back sloppily.
He groans into her mouth as he comes, holding her hand and her tits tightly. The muscles in his abdomen flex against her back as he continues to finish in her.
She's out of breath when he pulls his mouth off of hers. He stays behind her for a minute, then pushes off of her and pulls out.
Sakura falls forward and curls into a ball on her side, looking at him from beneath her bangs.
Sasuke runs a hand up his forehead and through his hair, his skin is damp, and then he kneels onto the bed and fully climbs on. He reaches for her.
He moves some hair away from her eyes then lies down on his side, facing her.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
He feels a little guilty because he knows the expression on his face is loose and relaxed. He feels more than okay himself.
She nods up and down, then pushes forward into him, her arms folded in and between their chests. He hugs her tight as they lay together for a while.
There's an in school assembly and she ditches it so she can fuck around with Sasuke.
She's a little worried because she usually sits with her friends for these and they're going to notice that she's not there.
Sakura is pretty sure that Sasuke usually slips out and ditches these in general, so he's got nothing to worry about.
Everyone's preoccupied and in the gymnasium for it. They meet in an empty science lab on the other side of the building. The lights are off, though it's not dark because it's daytime. There is light coming in from the windows.
Sakura gets there first. She's sitting on a lab bench, swinging her feet when he slips in and shuts the door. He leans against it.
"Hi!"
She's giving him a soft smile and it's making him feel kind of weird. He knows he's scowling, but he thinks his face is just stuck looking this way most of the time.
"Are you going to just stand there, or are you going to come closer?" she questions.
He walks up to her and faces her.
"You look grumpy," she comments.
She tilts her head to the side and looks him up and down. Then, she reaches for his hand and puts it on her exposed knee. She's in an airy, pastel colored dress today.
"It's okay if you're not in the mood, we don't have to," she says.
He's not sure if that's his problem right now. He just feels a little off today.
"That's not it," he mutters.
He lifts his other hand up to her opposite knee and spreads her legs on the desk so he can stand between them.
Sasuke doesn't do anything else but stand there, looking down at her face from the bridge of his nose. She raises an eyebrow, not sure what to expect.
Ideally he would kiss her right now, but he was rather resistant to kissing or making out with her. She has a hunch that it's his way of keeping this a little less intimate and drawing a line of distance between them, but she doesn't think it's a very good strategy because she usually gets him to kiss her anyways.
He keeps one hand at the inside of one of her thighs, then moves his other towards her panties and pushes them aside. His eyes darken as he dips his fingers into her. She's drenched.
Sakura is grasping at his arms, eyes closed and lips parted as he fingers her. She's relaxed and okay with just doing this.
Sasuke's eyes are half open, looking at her react to his touches. He's been playing with her lazily for ten minutes now.
He glances over her shoulder briefly, in passing. He becomes more alert. He's certain he just saw some movement outside the door.
He pulls his hand out from underneath her dress abruptly.
She gasps, confused.
"Wha—"
"There's someone outside," he says, grabbing at her waist and pulling her off the bench.
She turns her neck nervously to peek. They're in a blind spot from the glass of the door. The knob is starting to turn and her head snaps back at him, looking at him to get them out of this.
He looks down at her face. He doesn't really give a shit if he's caught in this situation, but he knows she cares. A lot.
He tugs on her hand and pulls her into the lab's supply closet. It has a double door with a rather concerning gap in the middle where the swinging doors don't touch, but it's their best option.
He's standing behind her, holding her at her waist as they try to control their breathing.
She doesn't think this kind of thing is dealt with with a mere detention. They were ditching a mandatory assembly and partaking in sexual conduct in an empty classroom. She's pretty sure the penalty for this was a suspension, or worse, an expulsion.
What the fuck was she doing with him?!
Her thoughts have her going into more of a panic and she can feel herself borderline hyperventilating.
Sasuke grips her tighter and then grabs at her unoccupied hand, lacing their fingers together.
He rests his chin on her shoulder, his dark hair tickling her face.
She perceives the actions for what they are intended to be. Comforting.
I'm here.
It helps.
He wasn't the best with words anyways. She's sure if he had tried to calm her down verbally he would have made it worse.
Her wide eyes follow the person who has entered the room as they take their sweet ass time inspecting. It's the security guard that dislikes Sasuke, Darui.
Her breath catches in her throat as he walks half an inch past their hiding spot.
If he turns his head, he will see them through the gap.
Don't look. Don't look. Don't look.
He doesn't look. They wait ten minutes after he's left before coming out. Sakura's too shaken to do much else, so they split up and Sasuke doesn't really see her for the rest of the week.
Sakura had gone on what she probably assumed was an innocent date with some fuck in their class named Deidara.
He'd proceeded to tell a handful of guys in the locker room that he'd gotten in her pants.
Sasuke had been changing out of his gym shorts back into his jeans a row over, as he overhears the bragging.
His jaw clenches and he feels a little numb.
He slowly pulls on his shirt as the locker room clears out.
"So, how was it? How was her bod?" some asshole named Sasori is asking for more details.
Deidara scoffs.
"Man she was a fucking prude, as advertised. Nothing even happened. She just wanted to go home by 8:00 p.m."
Sasuke hears the zipper of a backpack closing. He's feeling a little disconnected from his body right now.
"I'm gonna take her out again and keep telling everyone I fucked her though."
Sasuke slams his gym locker shut, his eyes unblinking.
"Later dude, let me know how it goes," Sasori tosses.
The locker room door shuts as he leaves.
It was just Sasuke and this fucker left. Slowly, he approaches him from behind.
"Is someone ther—" Deidara asks. He changes course as he turns around, "Uchiha, what the fuck?"
Sasuke was winding back his fist, then driving it straight into the middle of Deidara's face. Sasuke hears the bones break in his nose.
His knuckles hurt. He shakes his hand out as the blond slumps to the floor.
Blood is oozing out profusely from his nose and mouth. It's getting all over his chest. He hadn't put his shirt on yet because he'd been too busy telling everyone how awesome it had been to fuck Sakura.
Sasuke kneels down to look him in the eye.
"Tell anyone I fucking punched the shit out of you and next time I'll curb stomp your fucking teeth out," he says.
Deidara is sputtering on the floor.
"Whad de fukh dye do to yew mahn?" his broken nose was getting in the way of his speech.
Sasuke straightens up to his full height and rests his shoe on the bench in front of him. It's eye level with Deidara's face and he notes him going even more pale.
"Who did you say you were going to lie about fucking?"
Deidara's eyes widen as he spits out a tooth.
Sasuke looks at him, expression neutral. He's flashing back a little bit to some repressed moments from juvie, but he shoves that away and puts himself back in the present.
"Yeah, I thought so. Keep your mouth shut. You slipped and fell on your face in the showers."
He slings his backpack over his shoulder and dips out.
Sakura is devastated throughout the day. She is unsure how to do damage control on the rumors this jerk started about her.
She should never have gone out with him.
It's all the worse because they were literally just getting fucking pizza after working in the library on a project together. She hadn't even thought it was a date.
"Did you see Deidara's face?" Ino comes up to her, whispering.
Sakura shakes her head. She follows Ino to the front of the school where Deidara is leaning over the front desk, signing himself out.
His face is heavily busted up. There's dried blood everywhere and it kind of looks like he's about to leave early for the rest of the day.
Sakura swallows, confused.
When she sees Sasuke's swollen and torn up fist in AP Calculus, she puts it together.
How dare he.
He's sitting in the back corner of the room, his expression dark. Sakura is sitting a couple rows ahead of him and keeps turning around. When he catches her eyeing his hand, he moves it and hides it under his desk.
She sends him a text demanding that he meet her outside, after class. He follows her from a distance down the hallway, until they end up outside, behind the school. They're near the tennis courts and the bleachers to the football field.
Sasuke notes that there are people around and that Sakura is too distracted with her shit to notice.
"Why did you do that?" she cries.
She shoves him backwards, tears running down her face. She's agitated and emotional and today fucking sucked. She feels like everyone had been talking about her and she feels like she's been ruined.
His next sentence confirms her fears and her expression sours.
"He was talking about fucking you in the locker room, to everybody."
This makes her cry harder. He just stands across from her, unsure what to do and kind of annoyed that this is her reaction.
"I didn't ask you for your—" she sobs before continuing. "For your help!" she bellows.
This pisses him off. Fuck her. He tries to control himself, but he feels like he's going into a meltdown. He walks up to her and gets into her face.
Sakura takes a step backwards as he advances. His aura is heavy and she's a little worried about what he's about to do.
"The only person who knows what it's like to fuck you, is me!" he yells, heatedly.
He's breathing kind of heavily as he stands in front of her. He's upset and he has half a mind to grab at her and shake her. He keeps his hands to himself though.
At his outburst, Sakura stops crying. Her expression morphs into shock, then into anger. Her eyes rotate around, then lock on his so she can glare at him.
No one is in earshot, but people are looking at them interacting with curiosity.
She feels like he's making it worse and not better and now she's pissed. She turns her back on him and storms away without saying anything.
She wipes at her eyes angrily as she goes.
Sakura isn't talking to him.
He's not sure why he's getting the silent treatment after defending her fucking honor or whatever, but he finds himself pretty angry.
Angrier than he's felt in a long time.
He knows this is dangerous because when he's angry, he's destructive. But he can't help it.
After three days of her ignoring him, he gets in a loud, verbal fight in a crowded hallway with that stupid fucking security guard that hates him.
Then, he gets suspended.
He spends the next several days wallowing in anger at his house. He concludes that he's unsure if he can continue this stupid shit with Sakura anymore.
She tries to make up with him once he's back from his suspension.
He avoids her on Monday, but meets up with her after school on Tuesday. He's silent as he drives, and he wonders to himself if this is one of the last times he will be intimate with her.
He knows he probably shouldn't fuck her right now, but he was selfish and he wanted to. He takes her to his house. Itachi is home and is definitely judging him, but he doesn't care.
Once they're in his room, he pushes her face forward against the wall, so she can't look at him. He takes her from the back, standing up. He has her skirt hitched up and his pants unzipped, but he hasn't bothered to do much else in terms of clothing removal.
He's gripping at her tighter than usual and her hands try to yank at his fingers to get him to loosen up.
"You're holding me too hard," she complains.
He breathes in deeply at her hair and eases up a little so she shuts up. He pounds into her, comes in her, then flips her around and gives her a rough kiss on her lips. Her eyes are open as she kisses him back.
Sakura looks at him with a little bit of confusion, then straightens her clothes out. She's unsure what exactly his problem is, so she wants to leave now rather than deal with it.
"Take me home," she demands.
When she tries to act like nothing is wrong on Wednesday, he can't take it anymore. She had wanted to sneak off with him during lunch hour, but once she's slipped into his car and shut the door behind her, he explodes.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
Sakura feigns ignorance.
"Doing what? I'm not doing anything to you."
He grips the steering wheel tightly, staring straight ahead and out the windshield. The car isn't even on. They're just parked on a residential street a block away from the school.
"You are. You're fucking messing with me," he seethes.
He turns to look at her now, his knuckles turning white on the wheel. She's eyeing him with apprehension as he continues to go off on her.
"What do you want from me? You don't want me to be your boyfriend. You don't want me to be your friend. You don't seem to want much of anything, so then what the fuck do you want?" he demands.
Sakura opens her mouth to speak, but he keeps going.
"You're too fake. You're afraid of people finding out you're not this stupid, perfect person. Of people finding out that you're unhappy with your life."
Sakura's mouth is still open, but it's shock now rather than her trying to cut in to respond.
"Who fucking cares?" he bites out.
Sakura's mouth shuts and she scrunches up her nose at him, then she starts yelling back too.
"I'm not unhappy with my life!" she yells.
Sasuke squints his eyes at her and leans towards her, getting into her face over the middle console of his car. His eyes are wild and he looks a little unbalanced.
"You can't fucking lie to me. I know you. You're not happy. You like hate yourself. Are you kidding me?" he yells.
Sakura pulls back to create distance, then screeches out, "Stop it! No I don't!"
He pulls away and leans back in his seat, looking out the windshield again.
"Fuck you," he says.
Sakura is sniffling now.
"Why are you being like this?" she asks, tearfully.
"I'm tired of this. I don't want to do this anymore," he states. His voice is now in a monotone and his expression is neutral.
"Wha-what?"
He turns to look at her, face serious.
"This is over. I'm done," he says, simply.
Sakura looks at him for a minute. She's trying to hold herself together, but then she clambers out of his car, crying.
She runs off.
Sasuke just sits there for the rest of the day.
Then he drives home.
He thought that course of action made the most sense, but he feels fucking miserable now instead. Sakura doesn't come to school on Thursday and this makes him even more mad.
Then, she doesn't come to school for a second day in a row. He overhears Asuma mumbling under his breath that she's out sick while he's taking attendance in calc.
He's annoyed that he feels this way because he didn't think he cared this much and her making herself scarce afterwards is not helping.
The weekend comes and goes and Sasuke finds himself in an awful mood for the duration of it.
Sakura is back on Monday, but she's avoiding him, he can tell.
She doesn't stop at her locker for most of the day, she's not in study hall and when it's time for AP Calc, he catches her talking to Asuma as he walks in. He's writing her a pass to go somewhere and she leaves before class even starts and does not come back.
Sasuke's face is sour for the rest of the day.
On Tuesday, he decides he's going to ditch and he just spends the day at home, mindlessly sitting on the couch with the TV on. Naruto sends him a couple texts and Suigetsu does too, but he doesn't respond.
Sakura doesn't say anything and he tries to convince himself that he doesn't care.
On Wednesday, she's trying to catch his eye but he won't look in her direction.
On Thursday, she comes up to him while he's sitting at his table at lunch.
The entire room goes silent.
She stands there for a minute, clutching a textbook and a tablet to her chest. Sasuke eyes her darkly from where he's seated.
"Can I talk to you?" she asks. Her voice is loud and it doesn't really waver.
Suigetsu is about to bitch her out, but after a brief pause, Sasuke gets up and grabs his things.
Sakura turns on her heel and he follows her out.
This may as well have been the equivalent of a pending fist fight, because after they're gone, half the lunch room clambers around and scrambles to follow after them. People are falling out of their seats trying to dash out to get there first.
The crowd creeps about in every corner of the adjacent hallways, making a communal effort to not be heard or seen eavesdropping. One of their classmates, Kiba, pushes his hand into another classmate named Chouji's face. He's keeping him back from invading his optimal spot to listen from.
Naruto is on the ground, on his stomach, closest to the action. He's got one blue eye peeping around the edge of the wall and raises a thumbs up behind him that he's got a prime view. Lee hovers somewhere in back, looking like he's going to cry.
Even Suigetsu and Jugo are loitering around, Suigetsu looking confused as hell, but secretly wanting to be a part of whatever the hell is going on.
Shikamaru's across the hall in a crouch. Ino and Hinata and the rest of the girls are all leaning over each other's backs with baited breath.
Sasuke is leaning against a locker. His bag is dropped at his feet, and his arms are crossed as he stares at her with an angry expression on his face.
Sakura stalls for a minute. She shoves her book and device into her tote bag and then places her bag on the ground as well.
Sasuke shakes his head at her. She's wasting his time and he's going to leave soon if she doesn't get to whatever point she's trying to make.
Her hands fumble nervously in the sleeve cuffs of her sweater and she looks down at them before looking up into his face.
She looks really sad and he doesn't like it.
"I'm sorry," she says.
Sasuke uncrosses his arms as she continues.
"I'm sorry for—for yanking your chain. And for getting mad at you when you were just trying to defend me... and for—" she takes a deep breath, because this is getting exhausting.
"And I'm sorry for channeling my insecurities on you. And I... I like you a lot and I'm just scared," she concludes.
Sakura bites her lower lip. Her eyebrows are drawn together as she looks into his eyes.
He just continues to stare at her, expression unchanged.
"Will you forgive me?" she asks. "I'm not afraid to be myself anymore," she adds, quietly.
Sasuke eyes her for a second longer, then leans down and gives her a deep kiss in response. Her eyes shut and her hands tangle in his hair. He's reaching under her skirt to grope at her ass too, but then people start making catcalls and hollering and banging against lockers.
Sakura jumps in fright, pushing herself against him, her face flushed.
"Get the FUCK out of here. You were banging the queen of the virgins this entire fucking time?" Suigetsu asks, shocked.
Naruto's jumping up and down across the hallway, grinning and shaking his head in an affirmative at Suigetsu.
Suigetsu's hands flail as he yells out at Sasuke, "What is your dick made of? Fucking diamond?"
Sasuke rolls his eyes as he holds Sakura at her lower back against himself. Fucking moron.
Shikamaru stands up and turns to Ino.
"Told you. You owe me fifty bucks."
Ino gasps in outrage at him and Hinata has a dreamy expression on her face. How romantic, she thinks.
Sakura is mortified at so many people seeing and overhearing this.
For the first time though, she doesn't care what anyone thinks about her.
She looks up at Sasuke and smiles.
FIN.
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