Plan B
Can they salvage what's left, after things fall apart? Messy Relationship AU
DISCLAIMER: M for adult themes, language, alcohol and sex. There is a HEAVY focus around VOLUNTARY ABORTION. If you are uncomfortable with a woman's right to a safe and legal abortion, this story is NOT for you. Where I reside, abortions are legal up until 21-24 weeks of pregnancy.
This piece is a steaming pile of angst for no reason whatsoever. The characters navigate a deteriorating and complex relationship alongside hot and descriptive sex. If you are under 18 and not mature enough for this content… please do not proceed.
This work is complete. It is in two parts.
*Cover Image commissioned by illCatFF from crispycandyyy on Twitter. Do not repost.
Plan B | Part I
Sasuke is at his girlfriend's place. Usually, he's relaxed when he's with her. He's the most comfortable and mellowed out version of himself when they're alone together. It's a self-awareness in relation to her that he does not take for granted.
Tonight, however, he can't shake off a feeling of unease.
Sakura had been his girlfriend for close to four years. They'd known each other even longer than that, but hadn't dived into anything overly romantic until shortly after college.
They'd been 23 then. They're 27 now.
Recently, he'd been coming to terms with the fact that he probably needed to propose soon. Knowing her the way he does, he thinks he can just do something simple and it'll make her happy, since the gesture is coming from him. He's not keen on being overly expressive anyways, so he rightly assumes that whatever effort he puts in, will be more than enough for her.
For now, it's a vague thought in the back of his mind. He hasn't followed through with an actual plan yet.
They know each other well, often sensing what the other is thinking or feeling without much verbal communication. It's because he's so attuned to her, that he detects the slight change in her demeanor and behavior of late. He's unsure if it's these observations that have him feeling uneasy, or if it's something else.
It had become obvious last week. She'd been quiet and withdrawn. Which was already abnormal. Usually she talked enough for the both of them. Filling the silence with conversation and thoughts and feelings and laughter and shrieking and all manner of expression humanly possible.
She'd also been weird about being touched. Claiming she was tired and instead opting to just sleep next to him at his apartment, or letting him crawl into bed with her, at her own.
He hadn't pushed it. He wasn't always in the mood to have sex himself, so he had put minimal weight on this.
Yet, it's nearing the end of week two, and the concern has mounted. He's at her house on a Friday night. Sakura has specifically requested to stay in. This is fine with him. He's neutral to social settings and does not mind spending the evening sitting around with his blindingly pink haired girlfriend.
It beat sitting next to Naruto at a bar, while the blond steadily drank himself into an oblivion.
"What do you want for dinner?" she asks him.
Sasuke shrugs at her, not craving anything in particular.
Sakura stares at the back of his raven colored locks, from where she's standing near her dining table. He's sitting on her living room couch, facing the other direction. Her hand drops to fiddle with the bottom of her shirt. Pressing her fingers lightly against her stomach, she suddenly releases the garment as if burned.
Sasuke isn't looking at her, so he does not notice the abnormal behavior.
Sakura sighs.
"Take-out or should I make something?" she tries again.
Sasuke turns to look at her now, over his shoulder.
She looks pale and rundown, and he frowns at her pallid complexion. Standing up, he approaches her, giving her a scrutinizing once over.
It's as if he's trying to assess what might be wrong, with just his eyes.
Sakura gulps nervously, then gestures at her phone. It's unlocked and on the table, her browser open to a food menu.
"There's a new ramen place we could order from," she says.
Sasuke makes a face at the suggestion.
He'd had enough ramen to last him a fucking lifetime, thanks to Naruto.
"Pass," he says.
Sakura looks uncharacteristically frustrated now. Almost like she wants to burst into tears. He continues to stare at her, trying to figure out what's wrong with her, but for once, he's just not sure.
"Go sit down," he says. "I'll make us something."
Sakura nods slowly, then walks past him, dropping herself onto her couch and wrapping herself in a throw blanket.
He eyes her hunched form, before he heads down the short hall to her kitchen, to see what he can put together.
It's later in the evening and they're attempting to be intimate for the first time in weeks. Sakura is fidgeting a little too much beneath him to make it feel natural, however. Pulling away, he looks down at her with a questioning expression. Unsure why she's squirming so much, as he presses his clothed body into her half-dressed one and attempts to search her mouth with his tongue.
Sakura swallows as she looks back at him, nervously.
He feels one of her legs bend at the knee and tense, before she stretches it and points her toe. Her hands are resting on his upper arms and her fingers tighten into his skin.
She bites her lower lip anxiously, then breaks their eye contact, her gaze set on something over his shoulder.
Frowning, his brow furrows.
Sakura licks her lips, then opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
Clearing her throat, she looks to him again.
A feeling of dread begins to creep over him. Slow and deliberate. It coils, winding itself into his insides sharply and settling deep inside of him.
It's not a foreign feeling. He'd had a traumatizing childhood, the effects of which had followed him into his teens and early adulthood. But it's not something he's ever associated with Sakura.
Since he's never felt this as it pertained to her, a sudden anxious, jumpiness rides along with it. Making his breathing slightly more erratic than what's normal for him.
Sakura can feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against hers. The increased and quickened pace of his heart, beating against his rib cage and in turn against her soft breasts, is stifling.
"What are you keeping from me?" he finally asks.
Sakura's own breath begins to come out in rapid bursts. She's uncertain why she's so afraid of saying what she's about to tell him out loud. She owes it to him. But her intuition had told her from the beginning, that it would make him illogically upset.
Her eyes are closed when she speaks.
"I—I had an abortion a couple weeks ago."
He blinks several times at her face. Not processing what she's said for a full minute.
The declaration is out of left field and part of him is confused by it.
Sakura's eyes open and she looks at his handsome face carefully. Searching it for his reaction.
"I should have told you," she murmurs.
He looks away from her now. Then he's peeling himself off of her, kneeling over her legs and looking down at her, passively.
His dark eyes move from her face, down to her abdomen and he stares at the flat plane of her exposed belly with detached interest.
"Why didn't you?" he asks, quietly.
Sakura moves her hands back and under her body to lift herself and sit up as well.
"I felt—I felt really off," she starts. "I wanted to be alone," she adds on, voice cracking.
His lip downturns further, at the emotion breaking through in her tone.
"But now I feel…" she struggles to breathe before continuing. "Now I feel sad. And—and worse somehow!" she exclaims.
Tears are running down her face and she sniffles, bringing a hand up to rub at her nose. He's still kneeling over her, closer to her feet than her hips. Since her legs are extended, her shins are between his knees.
They're face to face, since she's sitting up and he looks at her darkly now. She's overly unbalanced. Like her hormones are extremely out of wack. Thinking back on the last several months, she'd been acting peculiar for a fair length of time.
"How far along were you?" he asks, slowly.
Sakura's mouth shuts, her teeth audibly clamping together at the question.
This is enough of an affirmation for him.
It had not been an early termination.
He turns away, getting off of her to sit at the foot of the bed with his back to her. Shakily, his bare feet plant on the floor.
His back is tense and Sakura eyes him worriedly.
Turning his head slightly, to eye her over his shoulder, he repeats his question.
Sakura is crying openly now, raising her bare legs so that her knees are bent and her head's leaned forward. Her arms wrap around her knees, hugging them to her chest.
In normal circumstances, Sasuke would comfort her right now. Take her into his arms and let her cry against his chest.
But he feels hot.
Angry.
Enraged even.
He's not sure if it's because she'd kept it a secret. Or if it's because she'd made a decision without him. Or if it's because it's a decision she is apparently either regretting or feeling bad about.
Or... if his anger is rooted in an irrational feeling of being robbed.
Robbed of rebuilding a family he'd desperately wanted to have again. Most of his relatives were dead, after all.
He doesn't want to speak or move. In case he does something he regrets. He's attempting to regulate his breathing, so he can react and approach this with a level head.
But he'd never been good at rationality in the heat of the moment.
All he wants to do is stand up and break half the shit in this room.
What had he done, that Sakura didn't feel like she could lean on him through this? Talk to him about this? That thought disturbs him.
She was his closest person. This makes it feel like he's not hers.
His hands clench into fists against his thighs, before he relaxes them. An incessant and uncontrollable tapping of his foot starts, however. Shaking the end of the bed.
Sakura is still crying behind him, but her sniffles become further apart.
She wipes her eyes, then moves. The weight on the bed shifts as she gets off of it and slowly comes to stand in front of him.
He looks at her absently. Her face is splotchy. Her long pink hair, usually shiny and voluminous, is dull, limp and messy, where it falls to her mid-back. Her hand rests flat against her stomach. Like she'd been used to something being there, but misses its presence now.
"I was three months in," she says, voice cracking again. "I—I got it done kind of late."
His expression becomes pained. But Sakura either doesn't notice or ignores it, because she keeps talking.
"I knew…" she trails off, breathing erratic. "I knew for a while beforehand. But I—I realized I wasn't ready for a baby," she whispers.
This was a lot to spring on him out of nowhere. He just sits there. His pained expression subtly shifting to something eerily emotionless.
"Can you say something?!" she asks, tearful.
He looks at her blankly, one of his hands now resting on one of his knees. He runs the other through his hair, before letting his hand flop down in his lap.
"What do you want me to say?"
Sakura proceeds to hug herself. She steps closer to him but doesn't touch him.
"I don't know! Anything," she says, brokenly. "That you're mad at me. Or—or you're sad. Or that you don't care…"
She's continuing to list out emotions for him, but he's tuning her out. Her voice has turned into just noise. It's there. It's audible. But he can't hear it.
He's not sure what to feel. That's his problem. And it's clear to him that Sakura has been feeling a whole lot while she pranced around, secretly pregnant with his offspring in his fucking presence. Without telling him.
Without confiding in him.
Without including him.
She hadn't been drinking, he realizes.
She'd declined most offerings of liquor the past couple months. If anything she'd taken a small sip here and there, abandoning entire drinks, waving it off as an effort to be healthier and keep her body free of toxins.
In retrospect, that implies to him that she'd briefly considered keeping it.
"You didn't look pregnant," he says.
Sakura pauses her anxious rant to stare at him. She'd still been listing out all her thoughts on what she'd expected him to feel.
She doesn't respond to his statement. Three months was too early to show, though any longer and it would have become obvious.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he questions, finally.
Her lip begins to tremble and she begins to cry all over again.
Starting to get tired of this, Sasuke sighs. He's angry and he's annoyed.
She'd claimed she'd wanted to be alone when she'd gone through with this. But now that she's told him, he wants to be alone. Far away from her.
To think and process.
But Sakura is making it difficult, what with breaking into pieces in front of him.
He spreads his legs, then beckons her closer. Stumbling forward, she stands between his knees and then she's throwing her arms around him and crying sloppily into his neck.
He blinks tiredly as his arms wrap around her petite frame. His form is a solid anchor while she shakes against him.
Sasuke has never seen her this vulnerable and emotional. It doesn't help that she's been in her bra and underwear for the duration of this conversation.
He'd woken up this morning with very little on his mind. It had been a good feeling. His thoughts were usually a mess of over analyzation, mixed with negativity.
But today, had been okay.
Unfortunately, it's summing up to be one of the worst days of his life. If he could think more clearly, he'd focus on how he'd missed the fact that she was pregnant for so long.
Had she thrown up in front of him? Had she been moody? Had she mentioned missing her period? Had he even noticed a lack of period sex?
Sakura starts to climb onto the bed, straddling his lap and wrapping her legs behind his back, so that she can press closer to him for more comfort.
He just sits in place, letting it happen. Allowing her to use him as an emotional deadweight. He is trying very hard to avoid acknowledging to himself that he would have wanted her to keep it.
She knew he would have wanted to have it.
That's why she hadn't told him. She didn't want him to talk her out of it.
The realization hits him suddenly and the pain that flows in afterwards is jarring. Like a lance has impaled him below his ribs. And the one to maim him is pressed up as closely as possible against him, pressing her small, unassuming fingers into the wound and digging around his insides trying to pull out his heart.
It's an agony he hasn't felt in a long time.
Sakura is bad for me, he thinks for the first time, helplessly.
She wants to have sex after unloading this news on him. Assuring him that she's recovered enough to do it. Sasuke is so numb, that he just allows it to happen. Ignoring his apprehension and responding to her advances on autopilot.
She pushes him backwards, so that she can be on top. She hiccups a couple times, her sobs dwindled down, but her breathing is still irregular.
Pressing her apex against his crotch, she rubs against him until he's hard and thrusting back, his clothed cock meeting her panty covered pussy.
He decides then, that he's going to fully turn his brain off.
The forced detachment on his part and the mess of feelings on hers, somehow turns it into the most anguished and emotional sexual experience either of them have ever had.
Aggressively, she yanks his pants and boxer briefs down and off of him. Releasing his dick so that she can ride him. His legs are still hanging off the end of the bed, but he does nothing to alleviate this.
His fingers press into her hips and then he yanks at her panties, roughly shoving them to the side of her cunt and her ass. She lets out a small sound of protest as he pulls at her, pushing her down and onto his dick recklessly. She's not fully wet, but neither of them care.
Right now, she welcomes the pain.
Sakura's palms rest against his chest, her nails digging uncomfortably into his pectorals, over his shirt, while they fuck.
He sits up abruptly, an almost snarl escaping his mouth as he readjusts his hold on her body.
Using his feet on the floor as leverage, he pounds into her while she's seated on him.
Gasping for breath, her arms wrap around his neck and she presses her bra covered tits against his chest. But the fabric between them makes it feel wrong.
Pausing, he separates from her momentarily, glaring at her while he uncaringly yanks and pulls her bra off of her. He doesn't bother with the clasp, instead tugging at it from the underwire and yanking upwards. Sakura raises her arms so he can pull it off of her.
When she presses back into him, she groans in irritated protest.
His shirt is still on and the lack of skin against skin is making her angry.
Savagely, she attempts to pull his shirt off of him, inadvertently scratching him in the process. He growls at her and grasps her wrists tightly, holding her hands away from himself and giving her a shake.
Sakura's still getting dicked throughout this and she clenches her pussy tightly against his cock, in retaliation.
He grits his teeth and releases her hands, then makes quick work of his shirt. Then they're pressing against each other again, their mouths making abrasive contact.
Their teeth clack together and they're biting at each other in frenzy.
Sasuke can taste the blood on his lip, before he feels the sting of broken skin at his mouth.
He rests his palms at her lower back, digging his thumbs into her front, at her hipbones. Sakura breathes into his mouth in anticipation.
Then he's lifting her on and off of himself, so fast and aggressive, that she feels her brain rattle in her skull. Her head falls back and she moans loud and long, hands digging into his shoulders for purchase.
Her pussy is now undeniably wet. Soaking.
He can feel her wetness on the tops of his thighs, dripping out of her and onto him obscenely.
Reaching a hand down, she aims for her clit, but he slaps her hand away. Denying her of her pleasure and release.
She doesn't fucking deserve it right now. It's almost sadistic, but he has no intention of allowing her to come tonight.
He'll get her close and leave her hanging.
Because fuck her right now.
In the back of his head, he guiltily thinks of a handful of other derogatory words for her. None of which he'd ever say out loud about her, behind her back or to her face.
He's just so out of sorts from what she'd kept from him, that he can't help but think them.
Sakura looks like she's enjoying this too much. And he wants her to hurt. So he lifts her full off of him. Her hands hold onto his shoulders tighter and her eyes pop open in surprise, as he sets her feet on the ground, between his spread legs.
Then he's flipping her around, so her ass is facing him.
He impales her from the back. One of his hands pulling her lengthy hair into a makeshift ponytail, so that he can pull her head back roughly while he fucks her like this instead.
He feels deeper from this angle and Sakura rests her small hands on his knees while he plows her. He's still seated on the edge of the bed and she's between his legs, her own legs pressed closely together while he uses her body.
His other hand slides up the side of her, causing her breath to come out choppily. Then he's grasping at one of her tits tightly. His hold is so tight and punishing, that she screams in alarm.
He's never abused her chest like this before. It almost feels like he's a different person.
Again, she makes to move her hand towards her center. Her pussy is throbbing and she needs relief, but he leans forward to bite at her ear.
She screeches at the pain of it. Then shivers at the sound of his voice, informing her that she won't be coming tonight.
"Wh—what?" she questions, confused.
He moves his hands to grip her elbows, then he folds her arms behind her. Guiding her hands so she's gripping her opposite forearms behind her back.
Hold painfully tight on her upper limbs, he keeps them locked behind her while he screws the shit out of her.
The bed is making an ominous creek. The headboard is bashing into the wall and the mattress is squeaking with every movement.
Sakura leans her head back, so it's resting on his shoulder and she cries out, frustrated that she's getting fucked so passionately without being allowed to come.
Abruptly, Sasuke stands up. His grip on her arms pushes her forward to stand too, and then he's fucking her from the back while standing up.
The sound of his hips slapping into her is loud. Sakura feels the sting against her ass, from the force of it.
She wails at the abuse.
Her mind's been blank throughout this and something in the back of her head tells her to be weary of this. Weary of getting addicted to this, so she can forget everything else.
But she ignores it. Tucking the nagging thought away and storing it in a lockbox inside of her. Discarding the figurative key down the black hole of a water well that has become her heart.
It's unsurprising that Sasuke's mind is on the same track.
This is okay. He feels good being with her like this. Pretending that everything she'd told him in the last hour simply hadn't happened.
We can just fuck until we forget, he reasons.
He leans forward to bite roughly into her shoulder, coming into her hotly as she screams.
Unsurprisingly, the relationship does not last too well after that. Instead, turning into a shell of what it once was. What it had been for the past four years. It's sad because though Sakura hadn't known about it, Sasuke had been on track to propose. Unfortunately, the distrust that has arisen between them now, is too hard to breach for him.
Sakura is aware that Sasuke has become withdrawn and morose. But she doesn't know how to fix it. Doesn't know how to address it and part of her doesn't think she even wants to.
Lost cause.
Sasuke knows that Sakura's light has dimmed. The thing about her that had attracted him to her to begin with, extinguished. But he doesn't have the energy to try and bring it back. Doesn't know what to say to mend what's been broken and doesn't think he even wants to.
What's the point?
They tell their friends they've broken up amicably.
"It just wasn't working out!"
"Better off as friends."
"Yeah, we're okay to be around each other though."
But in the dark of night, they see each other in secret. Unhealthily taking their resentment towards each other out, on one another's bodies.
Sakura's bent over in Sasuke's kitchen. Mindlessly taking his dick while she leans forward, clutching the edge of his counter.
She's allowed to have an orgasm tonight, but not until later. Ever since the 'break-up,' he'd gotten mean about getting her off.
Tensing from the sting of his palm smacking against her ass, she attempts to relax as he penetrates her rough and deep. His pace is unforgiving and his grip on her body is harsh.
They rarely face one another when they sleep together now. In the off chance that their position has them making eye contact, the underlying loathing is so clear behind their eyes that it's hard to maintain composure.
He almost always tosses her onto her stomach or onto her knees from there. Copping out of addressing anything too heavy and instead fucking her roughly from the back.
He comes inside of her every time. Never pulling out. Never wearing a condom. Like he's subconsciously punishing her for aborting their baby without his knowledge.
Sakura ensures that she's taking her birth control as carefully and as religiously as possible. The state of tatters that this 'relationship' is in, cannot handle a repeated pregnancy.
Not anytime soon, if ever again.
She'd become knocked up in the first place, because she'd gotten sloppy about taking her pills. Screwing up, by forgetting to take them on more than one occasion.
Sakura gasps as his hands feel up her front. First resting his palms against her abdomen. Touching the flat of her stomach for a prolonged amount of time. Long enough to make her feel unwaveringly guilty, before shifting his hands up to palm at her tits.
Her eyes shut and she pushes back against him on each thrust, getting lost in the feeling of his cock scraping against her insides and his hot hands on her body.
He keeps one arm wrapped around both of her tits, then moves his other hand up to her throat. Wrapping it loosely around her neck.
Involuntarily, Sakura's pussy flutters against his cock, causing his fingers to press against her windpipe in a brief warning.
Don't cum.
Sakura's eyebrows draw together as his hand loosens at her neck, remaining in place with little pressure. She doesn't think she can keep herself from coming and is hoping to god that he'll come sooner rather than later.
It feels too good.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs, breathlessly. "I'm—I'm going to come."
She lets out a choked moan as it happens, the feel of it overwhelming.
The denial of her orgasms have made all resulting ones overly intense. Her eyes roll back as she shakes against him and her hands leave the counter to grip at the arm he has wrapped tightly against her chest.
An agitated groan rips out of his mouth as he feels her achieve release around his hard cock.
He hates this now. It's why he doesn't want her to come while he's still inside of her. It feels too good. And he doesn't want to associate something that feels this good to a person that has made him feel unbearably bad.
It's an extremely fucked up thing they're wading through. He can admit that much to himself, at least.
His forehead falls against one of her shoulder blades and he spills into her silently while she rides out her orgasm.
They remain standing in the middle of his kitchen, joined and unmoving for a while afterwards.
Sakura doesn't like this part.
After.
Where he pulls out of her and she steps away from his warmth to go get cleaned up and they exchange terse words with one another until one of them goes home.
Sakura steps away from him first, this time.
He lets go of her, his hands lingering before fully peeling off her body.
She's slick between her legs and suddenly feels extremely exposed. His apartment is cold and goosebumps begin to rise on her skin from the drafty air, now that his heat is no longer at her back.
She turns to eye him, which he doesn't expect.
Looking down at her with a tired expression, he tilts his head to the side. Wordlessly asking what she wants.
"Sorry," she says. "I know you don't like being inside of me now when I—"
She stops talking at the annoyed furrow of his eyebrows, staying quiet instead.
"Text me when you get home," he mutters.
Then he's turning away from her, walking down his hallway naked, and disappearing into his room to get cleaned up, in the bedroom bathroom.
Sakura blinks a couple times at the abrupt dismissal, then sighs loudly.
She uses his second bathroom and slowly gets dressed before she heads out.
Sasuke doesn't go to sleep until he gets her text.
Home.
They're out with their friends tonight, most of the group loosely standing around a pool table, while Naruto leans over it. Making the first shot to split the stripes and solids apart.
Sakura is seated next to Ino at a bench that faces the billiard table. Laughing melodically at the platinum blonde's retelling of her latest blind date.
Sasuke is across the table. One hand in his front pants pocket and the other holding a pool cue upright. He's not listening to the girls' chatter.
Not really anyway.
They're playing two versus two. Naruto paired with Sai and Sasuke paired with Shikamaru.
"When are you going to start dating again?" Sasuke overhears Ino ask this, of Sakura.
"Maybe—" Sakura starts to respond.
But Sasuke is interrupted from eavesdropping and hearing the rest of the conversation, by fucking Sai, insulting him into taking his turn.
"Hey, asshole! Your turn," he says.
Naruto pokes his stick in Sai's direction. Peeved.
"Quit it!" he shouts. "I'm the only one that's allowed to call him an asshole!"
Sasuke steps forward, patience not there for either of the men. His jaw is clenched as he asks for clarification on if they're stripes or solids. He had inadvertently been focused on Sakura's response to Ino and had entirely missed the first couple plays of the game because of it.
Nara tells him they're solids and while Sasuke is bent over, one eye shut to calculate what angle he wants to hit the cue ball at, Naruto attempts to distract him with annoying jibes.
It doesn't work. He shoots four balls into four different pockets consecutively, then misses the fifth on purpose, because he doesn't feel like winning this match single handedly.
Naruto yells in outrage, again pointing his cue at Sai and then at Shikamaru.
"Not fucking fair! Why wouldn't you guys let me be his partner?!"
Sasuke plucks his beer off a nearby ledge and drinks it, letting Shikamaru remind the golden haired idiot that teaming them up together was worse than the current set-up.
They got too competitive against each other when they were on a team. It defeated the purpose of being on the same side.
Sakura's eyes are on him while he drinks from his glass. Sasuke can feel that he's being watched by her while he swallows down the amber liquid, but he ignores it. Ignores her.
They were civil in these settings, since the 'break-up.' But Sakura started behaving strangely if she was getting too drunk. It was a subtle strange.
He doesn't think anyone else notices but him.
But then again he'd been in a relationship with her for several years. He knew her better than anyone.
At least he thought he did.
Until she'd kept their baby from him and then aborted it.
His lip curls at the direction his thoughts are taking and he chugs the rest of his drink.
It had barely been a fetus at that point. Only just developing past an embryo. The fact that she'd done it isn't what bothers him. It's that she hadn't told him.
That she hadn't wanted him by her side.
That hurt.
"Hey bastard, what the fuck?" Naruto shouts, belligerently. "It's your turn!"
Sasuke places his now empty glass back on the ledge.
In the time he'd been ruminating, it looked like Nara had cleared the rest of the table.
Only the eight-ball remains.
"Corner pocket," Sasuke mutters.
He shoots it in with little issue.
"Yay, Shika!" Ino yells, her fist pumping up.
She claps, clearly buzzed. Either missing or intentionally disregarding the fact that Sasuke had carried their team to victory.
Sakura is downing her drink while she sits next to her friend. Pretending her avid attention had not just been on her ex-boyfriend's taught form, as he navigated the pool table with expert precision.
Naruto is demanding a rematch. It seems Sai and Shikamaru are aligned to this. Sasuke shrugs an agreement too, then mumbles that he's going to get another drink.
His phone vibrates in his pocket after he's placed his cue across the table and turned his back on the group, to walk to the bar.
Get me one too, please?
It's Sakura.
His nostrils flare subtly as he exhales in annoyance. He responds to her message as he approaches the bartender.
What do you want?
Sakura doesn't say anything back, which annoys him further. As a result, he orders her something he knows she likes. Suddenly feeling too sober for this outing, he gets a stronger beer for himself this time.
When he heads back to the group, Ino is no longer sitting next to Sakura. Likely having gotten up to pee.
The guys are preoccupied with resetting the table, so no one is paying much attention when Sasuke hands his ex-girlfriend a drink that he's bought for her.
Their fingers touch as she wordlessly accepts it from him and she freezes for a moment. Her eyes widening a fraction.
Sasuke goes home with her later that night.
Since they're both drunk, it's harder to keep up the standoffish charade they'd been upholding in the bedroom.
Sakura's topless in the middle of her living room, her hands on the back of her couch as she stands behind it.
Sasuke is moving her hair to the side and kissing up her spine, towards the back of her neck. She moans softly at the feel of his open mouthed kisses on her back.
Lost in how nice it feels, having him pepper her with kisses that are reminiscent of happier times, she almost forgets that he's still upset with her.
He's forgotten too it seems. The kisses get hungrier, more heated as he places them on the side of her neck. Her head lolls to the side to give him better access.
Then he's kissing the side of her face, before flipping her around and making out with her full on. She moans into it, one of her hands reaching behind her to clutch the back of the couch for balance.
He's overbearing in his intensity, leaning into her heavily and causing her to almost lose her footing.
Sakura's other hand slides up to his cheek and remains resting there, close to his ear as she slides her tongue against his.
She can taste the traces of alcohol in his mouth.
Sasuke's mind is blank. He's passionately kissing his lover. It feels good. He loves her. She's the best thing that's ever happened to—
He falters as it comes back to him, his body going utterly still. Unmoving.
Sakura pulls away from him slightly, to eye him up close. Full lashes, framing her hooded eyes.
Sasuke is sulking.
"I'm tired," Sakura says.
In this post break-up world, this is usually the point where they kick the other person out of their respective houses.
Sakura tells him to stay over instead.
It's late.
It's the alcohol that has him folding easily to the offer. There's too much left unsaid for this to feel natural the way it used to. But sleeping next to her again, after a month and a half of being broken up, is more relieving than he would like.
They'd been together romantically a long time and had known each other for forever before that.
Separation was a stressful thing. But the trust between them was damaged and being together in the same way had felt too forced. This weird limbo they're in as a result, had seemed logical at the time.
Sakura is only in her panties, pressed up against his back. Her nose is cold and she's pushing it against one of his bare shoulders to keep warm. Then she's sliding her small feet between his legs and really wedging herself against his larger body.
He feels her bare tits push against his back too. Her arm snakes under his and wraps around his torso.
Holding her hand, he laces their fingers together. Then he falls asleep.
In the morning, Sakura's still a hot mass of flesh pressed against him. Except now they're facing each other. Her tits pressed into his chest, her leg fully entrapped between his. Her knee, dangerously close to his hard cock.
He groans at the morning wood. His dick is betraying him as he tries to blink his way out of a hangover.
Lazily, his hand slides up and down her bare side. The rough grooves of his palm catches against her soft skin while she dozes, open mouthed and drooling in front of him.
He'd found her unladylike, sleeping face endearing before. He just raises an eyebrow at it now.
"I—I had an abortion..."
He blanches, wanting to ask her again. To explain why she hadn't told him.
But she hadn't answered thoroughly the first time. Or the second.
A third ask is pushing it for him.
If she didn't respect him enough to tell him why she'd done it in secret, then she could fucking blow him.
Pausing, his hand stilling against her body, he frowns in thought.
Getting sucked off didn't seem like a terrible idea.
She wakes up to him pinching one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"Ow!" she grumbles, quietly.
He waits for her to get her bearings. She hadn't been so wasted that she'd forgotten the sequencing of events, so it doesn't take her long.
Letting go of her breast, he grabs at one of her hands and guides it to rest on his boxers, over his hard cock.
Sakura searches his face sleepily. She's still drowsy and she's also hungover.
But what he wants is obvious to her.
With a strength that once surprised him, but now he expects, she puts both palms on his chest, pushing him so he's on his back. Then she flips onto him, hovering over him on her hands and knees, before shimmying down his body, until her face is near his boxer briefs.
He looks down at her for a minute. Then shuts his eyes.
It passes unspoken, that they're back to being cold with one another.
Sakura pulls his cock out clinically and then blows him efficiently.
She gets him off fast. Swirling her tongue around his tip and his length and even sucking on his balls.
When it's time for him to come, he opens his eyes so he can watch this part. Sakura tries to swallow it, but half of it spills out of her mouth and drips down her chin.
She keeps a hand on his cock as she sits up, massaging him through his comedown. He's so fixated on his come all over her face, he barely notices that her hand is still on his dick. She's straddling his legs now, causing his hands to reflexively end up at rest on her thighs.
"What about me?" she whines, looking back at him. "I want to come."
Annoying, he thinks. We're not together anymore.
For one second, he's irritated by her fooling him into this shit. Getting him to come to her house, drunk, to sleep here. The next second, he corrects his internal monologue.
She didn't fool me. I agreed because I wanted to.
"There's jizz all over your face," he observes.
Sakura pouts at him. Feeling wound up and agitated.
He'd been punishing her by not taking care of her and it wasn't fair.
Then again, she'd kept something from him that he was still mad at her over.
They hadn't talked about it. Addressed it. Communicated properly on it. Even after she'd told him about it occurring. He'd become so closed off and standoffish that it's been impossible to discuss.
"Sasuke," she says, less whiny and more firm.
His fingers tighten against one of her thighs.
"We need to talk about it," she states.
He clicks his tongue at her immediately. Then says, "It's your body. I don't give a fuck."
She frowns at him.
He's lying and she knows it.
Sakura doesn't regret that she'd gone through with the procedure. She didn't want to be pregnant right now. The timing wasn't right.
What she regrets is not telling him about it first. Then the awful feeling of keeping something as big as that from him, eating her from the inside out.
She hadn't expected that strong wave of emotion to drill through her entire being afterwards. Coupled with the fluctuation of pregnancy hormones in her body from the termination, she'd been distraught.
Going into it, she'd thought she'd get this thing done, no one would know, and she'd move on.
Sakura recognizes that she'd been grossly mistaken.
Staring at her frowning and pensive face, Sasuke groans internally.
This is the dumbest break-up he's ever had. If he's being honest with himself, it's the only break-up he's ever had. But he's certain normal break-ups don't work like this. Some awkward, secretly half together, sexual relationship, while they stayed mad at each other and avoided discussing and working through their problems.
He pulls on her leg and drags her up. Higher onto his body. Until her cunt is over his mouth. Then he eats her out until she comes.
After that he goes home.
A couple days later, the two of them are at Naruto's place. He lived somewhere between both of their apartments, the distance between the three of their homes fairly short. On a good weathered day, one could stop at all three places of residence on foot, within an hour.
It's when Sasuke's in the bathroom and Sakura's reaching for a piece of popcorn on the living room table, that Naruto asks her what's happened between them.
Sakura looks taken aback by the question, dropping her snack back into the bowl and forgetting to eat it.
"N—nothing!" she stutters, glancing up at him. "We just—we're just better as friends."
Naruto gives her a disbelieving look.
"No. You're not."
Sakura stares off to the side, while she sits on Naruto's lumpy couch. Her hands had shifted to being clasped in her lap, but one of them lifts to rest on her stomach. Naruto's keen eyes catch the movement, from where he's seated on the adjacent loveseat.
He doesn't comment, waiting for her to speak.
She's starting to tell him, when Sasuke reappears and interrupts her. He'd overheard where this was going from down the hallway.
"What are you doing?" he questions, sharply. "Don't tell him."
Naruto looks towards his standing friend with narrowed eyes. Sakura looks to him too, her expression shifting to angry.
"Why not?" she asks back.
Sasuke's arms are crossed across his white t-shirt, as he looks between his two best friends in alarm.
"Because it's none of his fucking business!" he says.
Naruto shakes his head at the bastard he considers his taller, dark haired counterpart.
"So... you guys broke up because you were being a dick?" he questions.
Sakura laughs here, though the sound is forced. Like she's trying not to cry.
"Why do you always blame me when Sakura and I are fighting?" Sasuke mutters.
Naruto points a finger at him.
"Because it's usually your fault!" he shouts.
Sasuke can feel his body temperature rising. If this clown wants to argue with him right now, he'll welcome it. He's about to say something extremely offensive in response, but Sakura starts talking, effectively cutting him off.
"I—I kept something from him and he got upset," she whispers.
Sasuke's jaw clenches in irritation.
Didn't I literally just say not to tell him?! he thinks.
Naruto gives her a knowing look. The way she's still clutching at her abdomen is telling. And contrary to popular belief, he's not an idiot. Not really at least.
"Hm," he comments.
Sakura nods her head once. Hm, indeed.
"You guys are pissing me off," Sasuke mutters.
He almost adds on that he's going to go home, but thinks better of it at the last second.
If he leaves, Sakura's going to give this idiot every single detail. This is not something he really wants Naruto to mediate or meddle in. It feels too private.
Instead, he stays. Dragging his feet as he walks towards the smaller couch Naruto is occupying, to sit next to him.
Naruto's brows lift at Sasuke's choice in sofa. The two of them are so broad shouldered, that they take up a large amount of space. The couch that Sakura is sitting on is noticeably roomier.
Sakura rolls her eyes at Sasuke's behavior, before making a show of lifting her legs up, to lie on her couch comfortably.
"What are we watching?" she asks, lightly.
Naruto frowns. He wants to know more, but he's aware he won't get anything right now.
"A comedy?" he suggests, finally.
Sakura nods in agreement. She's in a comfy, off the shoulder sweater and leggings, seemingly melting into his couch as she reaches forward to try and grab the remote off his coffee table. She's failing in securing it into her fingers though. It's too far away. She's too short. And she's too cozy to get up.
Naruto grumbles at this, complaining playfully before standing up to retrieve it. When he sits back down, he sits with her instead. Lifting her socked feet to sit, then dropping them into his lap.
Sasuke's arms cross, from where he's been left alone, adjacent from them. Sakura's pointing a finger at the TV, her focus on it as she tells Naruto to scroll in a certain direction. He presses the buttons without looking at the screen. He's instead looking at Sasuke darkly, while Sasuke looks back.
Naruto notices Sasuke's eyes drop to the hand he has clasped around Sakura's ankles, before lifting back up to meet his gaze. The blond lifts an eyebrow, keeping his hand where it is. Then he turns his head away from Sasuke.
The three of them aren't very talkative, the rest of the night.
The next month, Sakura is on her knees being held upright, while Sasuke kneels behind her, his front pressing into her back. He's upright too, his arms wrapped around her body, hands holding her at her tummy while he fucks her.
He moves one hand from her belly to the side of her thigh and clutches at the skin there roughly, digging his fingers into her flesh.
She can tell that he'd been exceptionally cranky tonight.
His mood is sour almost every time she sees him these days, maybe moreso after Naruto had become more informed than most, about what was really going on. But Sakura senses that something else had been wrong this time too.
His work bag had been half open on his dining table when he'd let her in. From this, she assumes that something stressful had occurred at work today.
He didn't usually address anything for work after office hours, so the evidence that he'd had to do so, implies that there was a potential catastrophic event requiring his attention.
Sakura's gasps are muted, he's manhandling her and shoving himself into her too harshly to be enjoyable. His forehead is on one of her shoulders and he's groaning loudly at her back.
After a couple minutes he stops completely, finally noticing that she's too tense while he's holding onto her.
Sakura is facing away from him, but she tries to look at him from the corner of her eye. She doesn't want to turn her head to see him outright.
Both his hands return to her bare stomach, his palms flat and warm against her and his arms wrapped around her, hugging her from the back.
They're in the middle of his bed, so there's minimal strain on their kneecaps. Sakura's shins and feet are pressed against the mattress, her legs between the wide kneel he's taken behind her.
She's opted to rest her hands on his forearms, unsure of where else to put them.
"Sit back more," he instructs.
Sakura isn't sure where he's going with this session anymore, now that he's stopped moving. So she lets out a shaky and unsure, "H—huh?" in response.
His hands slide up from her abdomen to palm her tits and then he pinches and twists each of her nipples. This causes her to gasp and lean back into him farther, which is what he'd wanted.
From there, his hands go to each side of her hips, so he can seat himself inside of her deeply and press her down against his cock.
Sakura's emitting delicate and short moans at feeling him so far up inside of her.
His palms return to her abdomen and he shifts his cock in her subtly. Not moving in and out of her, but instead pushing against what feels like her cervix. It's like hitting a hard barrier. There's nowhere else for his cock to go.
Sasuke's head is leaned down, his lips hovering near her ear. The ends of his hair brush against her face. That sort of thing used to tickle her, but the sounds she's making seem borderline pained, so he checks in on her.
"Are you okay?"
They weren't really fucking like this when they were dating. The first month post 'break-up' had been emotionless sex on his part. He'd been so upset and closed off that he didn't care to be fully present. But he still wanted her. Which was annoying. And since he wanted her, he wasn't making an effort to really stop himself from having her.
During this second month, he doesn't feel much closer to getting over why he's upset, but he recognizes that he's being less of a dickhead. There's a clearer awareness that Sakura has been upset and emotional for her own reasons too and that he shouldn't discount that, just because he's annoyed with her.
Sakura breathes in and out shakily. He's so deep in her that it's making her feel too full.
From her lack of response, he takes that as a reason to keep pushing against her. At a particularly forceful push, Sakura lets out a high pitched moan and then her pussy is contracting against his cock unexpectedly.
Her hands move down from his forearms, to grip at his fingers and her head tosses back, falling against his shoulder.
There's a grimace on his face while she's coming and then his eyes shut and he comes too. The smaller body in front of him is trying to squirm out of his arms, but he holds her tightly while he's finishing inside her. Wanting to feel the residual fluttering of her pussy against his milked cock.
Her eyes open slowly and she blinks up at him, her head still leaned against his shoulder. Feeling hazy, he bends down from behind her and kisses her forehead. The action causes her brows to crinkle.
He hasn't kissed her in weeks.
Then he's pulling away. Straightening up. Keeping one arm wrapped around her, then removing the other from her body, to pull his dick out of her with his hand.
Sakura inhales at the slight discomfort. He'd been so far into her, that her pussy is not relaxing enough to let him slip out of her easily.
He groans behind her, feeling the resistance. It's rough on his sensitive cock.
Sakura feels fuzzy. She recognizes that he's letting go of her now, laying her down and getting off the bed, but she also feels like she's having an out of body experience.
She floats down, prone on his mattress, in a boneless heap. Her body stretches across his bed in a direction that's parallel to the bed pillows.
She's on her side, her hands coming up to rest under her face while she breathes in and out.
Sasuke has disappeared into his bathroom.
This afterglow is nice, she supposes.
It's ruined after Sasuke comes back, cleaned up and somber faced. He eyes her while he pulls house clothes out of a drawer, to get changed into. Then he's leaving and coming back with his work laptop, dropping heavily onto a cushy chair in the corner of the room, that she'd helped him pick out a year or two ago. He opens the device, then gets lost behind the screen.
Was he thinking about work that whole time we were having sex? Sakura thinks, mildly offended.
She doesn't move for a while. Irritated, but too lethargic to do anything. Sasuke doesn't kick her out. Continuing to work while she's sprawled out, naked, on his bed. He glances at her a couple times, while he's thinking about how to respond to a few emails.
She's meeting his gaze at first. Then she's not. Flipping to her other side and presenting him with her nude back.
After a long while, Sakura starts to sit up slowly. At this point, Sasuke isn't paying much attention to her anymore. Too focused on what he's doing.
Sakura turns her head, looking at him over her shoulder to frown, then she gets off his bed to get herself washed up and dressed.
She heads home after, giving him a curt goodbye on her way out.
TBC...
If you like Plan B, check out other fics by illCat (me)
Blow: Drug Dealer AU. Multi-chapter WIP. Pt. VI pending editing
Marionette: College AU with a twist. Multi-chapter WIP. Ch. 17 pending editing
Pieces: Dark AU Prompts; Fantasy AU/Landlord AU/Sexting AU/Kitchen Sex AU. Ongoing
Swipe Right: Modern Office AU. One-shot.
Forbidden: Taboo Relationship AU. Two-shot.
The Bride: Kill Bill-esque, Assassin AU. Three-shot.
Courtesan: Sex for Money AU. One-shot.
Tarnished: Good Girl/Bad Boy HS AU. Two-shot.
Story previews and teasers can be found on TW at illCatFF