"You should only be shaking your hips for me, Sasuke."
He smirked. "But where is the fun in that? I wouldn't get to see your jealous side. Besides… you're not the one paying my bills, Sakura. Your father is."
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Stripper and Bartender Sasuke is getting it on secretly with his boss's daughter. It is forbidden, her father is a powerful mafia "king" after all, yet Sasuke can't help himself.
He must have her… and he will, he tells himself; anytime and anywhere that he wants, damned the consequences.
A sasusaku AU one-shot. Smut with eventual romance. A sort of "friends with benefits" type of deal maybe…? 🔞
The first time that he met Sakura Haruno was a month into his new employment and he was on bar duty that August evening, serving some of their usual customers, when she came into the club as a whirlwind of pink, red, and green; pushing her way past several of the disgruntled patrons and sidled up to him (in a way too tight skirt) where he was drying a few of the now cleaned beer glasses. He raised a singular, dark brow at her and waited.
"Do you know where Kizashi Haruno is," the young woman inquired lazily, propping one of her tiny hands on her curvy hip as she cocked her head to the side with an expression of complete indifference directed towards him. She blew a bubble with the gum in her mouth when he didn't respond right away, and Sasuke's lips twisted as his facial features soured.
"Who wants to know?" The woman glared at him then and leaned forwards, with her bosom pressing against the tight fabric of her skimpy tank top, giving him every indication that she was in fact not wearing a bra, and she poked one of her delicate fingers into the center of his chest roughly.
"Who are you to ask me such a question?"
This made the young man bristle with anger. Sasuke's grip on his rag tightened and he unconsciously leaned forward as well, now just mere inches away. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his employer's booming voice behind him. "My darling daughter… what brings you here this evening?"
'Wait a fucking second,' he thought as his eyes widened. 'This annoying woman is Kizashi Haruno's daughter?'
The female smirked before plastering a sweet smile on her face and moving around the bar to give the older Haruno a tight embrace. "Daddy, I just missed you, that's all. Can't a girl come and visit her father whenever she wants?"
Sasuke tried to keep his eyes on the task at hand, and not the shapely contours of her rounded ass. He really, really did try his hardest, but—
The older man chuckled before leaning away to look at his daughter's innocent face. "Most of the time… I would say yes. But I know you too well, my child. How much do you want this time?"
She giggled happily while leaned up to whisper into her father's ear, as Sasuke's eyes averted to the long shape of her bare legs. He shook his head before turning away.
'Get a fucking grip, Uchiha. You absolutely can't go there with her! Certainly not with your employer's daughter.'
"Alright, Sakura. Here, just don't spend it all in one place."
'It's Sakura, huh.'
"Thank you, Daddy!"
She turned around and gave Sasuke one final, sexy smirk before swaying her hips wildly as she walked away; for his "benefit" he was most certain. Her father cleared his throat and whispered a harsh and hasty get back to work before he went back to his office and closed the door behind him.
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The second and third time was similar, with Sakura coming into the establishment (in way, way too tight clothing) late at night to gather money from her old man, while Sasuke continued his work at the bar. But, the fourth, fifth, and hell even the sixth time around it was different.
They started out with shy, cheeky glances and moved into small and gentle touching, before tapering into rough and exploratory handling. All seemingly innocent, then heated but still respectful of certain, invisible boundaries. That is, until tonight.
He stood on stage (grinding against the center pole) when she suddenly made an appearance. She was looking up at him from the bottom of the stage, with a new sort of spark in her viridescent eyes that caused his stomach to tumble and his organs to come to life. When his act was over, the young man moved to the back to get some much-needed air, but that was short lived when Sakura pushed her way past the dark curtains and into his little dressing area.
'What is she doing?'
He swallowed slowly when she stopped just a few inches in front of him and his hands both flexed at his sides while he scanned her body from head to toe, before meeting her gaze once again. "What do you want…," he asked her in a gruff, deep manner; unintentionally allowing for his state to be known to her. The pinkette smirked wickedly, eyelashes fluttering slowly against her plump cheeks. "Your father is still here, Sakura. He could…"
"So? Look, I've seen the way you look at me, Sasuke."
"Who wouldn't," he mumbled, but held his tongue and bit it (hard) when she leaned forward to press her chest against him. Her lips brushed against the shell of his ear, while her breath fanned the side of his neck; her scent surrounding him and he unconsciously leaned into her while closing his eyes tightly for the briefest of seconds. He craved to touch, taste, feel her with all of his senses, but he couldn't. Not at the moment anyway. They hadn't gone that far yet in their exploration of each other yet, but that didn't mean that he didn't want to. Far from it.
Sasuke wanted her… achingly. 'Jesus fucking Christ, this woman. What on earth is she doing to me?'
"I have a proposition for you… if you would like to hear it," she purred softly while pressing a small hand against the front of his tight trousers. Sasuke hissed as his black eyes closed at the contact. It took everything in him not to thrust forward into her warm, open palm. Sakura hasn't done that before, but it felt so, so good.
'Why don't I just push her away though? Why, why, why—'
"What is it…," Sasuke found himself asking, through tightly clenched teeth. He could feel her lips quirk as she pressed them gently against his throat, while her other hand came up to rest on his bicep as she leaned up on the tips of her toes. Now she had kissed him there before, leaving her mark for all to see… just as he had done to her only a few nights previous.
"You like me, I like you. So, let's both get something out of it and stop with the wanting glances… and touches."
"I can't," he protested, but couldn't stop the low grunt that escaped his throat as she pressed against him harder. He desperately wanted to go further than they had before, but his employee contract specifically stated that there shall be NO fraternizing with the boss OR his family members.
But what was he to do when his hormones seemed to be in control of his every action, when it came to this female that is. Who was he to deny them both what they craved the most, instead of allowing his own hands to take care of the job for him (and hers for her) on those late nights when a cold shower simply wouldn't do the trick of erasing the vivid images conjured up from his erotic imagination. She interrupted his thoughts as she rubbed his length with her palm, pressing down on it just firmly enough to garner yet another low hiss from the back of his throat.
'Oh god, give me strength to endure this torture.'
"Come on," she teased. "I know you want to." She cupped him and wrapped her digits around him tighter; moving her hand up and down his length in the process. He couldn't fight his instincts then and thrust once, the feeling sending warm pleasurable heat down his spine. He began to pant slowly as her hand picked up its pace and right before he would have come, she stopped completely; moving away to give him a knowing smirk. "Just, think about it," she said as she licked her plump, red-stained lips. "We would both be getting what we wanted. A sort of "friends with benefits" type of deal if you will."
She grabbed a piece of paper from her pocket and held it between her fingers with a cheeky grin and Sasuke was left wanting more from her as she placed it on the marble countertop then left; his cock still throbbing and hard. His mind was racing with all of the different possibilities (and the consequences) that could come from an arrangement such as this one, but he knew what he wanted. He picked up his phone then and entered her number into it, before sending a quick text message since his mind was officially made up. It read:
I'm in.
Sakura responded fairly quickly with:
I'll be in touch.
Sasuke ran a hand through his inky locks and just prayed that this decision wouldn't be a mistake. 'Now… I need to go and take a long, cold shower. Thanks a lot, Sakura.'
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That was nearly three months ago to the day, and Sasuke couldn't have been happier with their current arrangement.
After his performance tonight, he found himself standing in an empty room with the pink-haired beauty in his arms, his lips firmly attached to hers while he pressed the backs of her legs against a table, moving his hand to her inner thigh while giving it a firm squeeze. Sakura growled at him and spread her legs wider, while nipping at his lips. She pulled away and it was only then when he noticed the pretty pout upon her mouth. The young man knew why she was angry with him and he tried desperately to suppress his smirk. He couldn't help it if his job required him to strip… and do other, ungodly things after all. But she wouldn't see it that way. She never did.
"You should only be shaking your hips for me, Sasuke."
He smirked. "But where is the fun in that? I wouldn't get to see your jealous side. Besides… you're not the one paying my bills, Sakura. Your father is."
She lifted herself onto the desk behind her and placed her hands on his shoulders before shoving him down. Sasuke compiled… this time… allowing himself to be placed on his knees before her while his hands danced up the length of her pale legs, stopping just inches away from her heat. He looked up at her knowingly and chuckled when she only continued to glare. "You know what I want," she hissed as she wrapped her thin digits into his locks before tugging on them roughly.
Sasuke growled low and then kissed her skin before giving it an experimental lick. He watched her shiver and his cock twitched as her lips parted soundlessly. "Demanding today aren't we, Sa-ku-ra."
"Sasuke Uchiha, if you don't fucking lick my… AHH!"
She fell upon her back when his tongue wasted no time in delving into her slick, warm cunt and her nails dug harshly into his scalp when one of his thumbs moved upwards to brush rough circles against her little, swollen nub.
"Shh," he admonished her briefly while moving to suck on her clit with his lips; his fingers and tongue trading places in order for him to scold her easily. "Do you want someone or maybe your father to know about this, about us, about what I'm doing to your delectable body? (When she didn't respond and only whimpered…) Well, do you, Sakura?"
"N… no," she panted when he used his teeth to nip at her flesh; intentionally tugging at her sweet spot and pulling it taunt, allowing for the slight pain to mix with her pleasure, which he had come to find out through exploration that she thoroughly enjoyed as a sensual combination.
"Then, keep it down," he whispered before continuing with her sexual torment. Sasuke would wait until she was close before pulling away, and it was driving her mad with need; with desire. When he finally moved to stand, she huffed out a frustrated breath and rose up onto her elbows to glare at him once again.
She licked her swollen and chapped lips before opening them to give him a good piece of her mind. "S-Sasuke…"
"Hush. Now flip over…," he instructed rather harshly as he pulled his throbbing length from his pants. When she saw this, her eyes went wide. She quickly clamped her mouth shut and eagerly complied, allowing the roles of dominant and submissive to be instantly switched. Her cheek rested against the smooth, semi-warm surface of the desk now… while she spread her slightly shaking legs a little wider, her hands finding purchase on the edges of the wooden desk beneath her. "Good girl…," he praised as his hand ran the full length of her backside and then up until it came to rest on the delicate, thin column of her throat.
Sasuke grabbed onto her roughly with one large hand, but not enough to physically harm her, and the other helped to situate his cock at her dripping entrance. "Do NOT give us away, Sakura. Understand me?"
"Yes, god yes! Just… please!"
"Tell me now, what do you want me to do to you… or I will stop here."
She loved this side of him, the dominant nature when she pushed him a little too far, but she was desperate for him, for his cock and so she had little interest in this back-and-forth game that they liked to play sometimes.
Her sharp fingernails dug half-moon shapes into the wood and her mouth opened on a soft pant. "I want you to fuck me…" He refused to move and lifted a brow as he waited for more… and her eyes slowly met his as she swallowed slowly; knowing what he wanted to hear next. "… Daddy."
Within an instant, he was inside of her, spreading her inner walls wide and causing a low moan to escape her lips. He slapped her ass cheek gently in reprimand. "Sakura…"
"Sorry," she stuttered all too quickly before biting at her lips to repress her sounds. He nodded and then thrust, slowly pulling almost all the way out of her before slamming back in again.
Slow and then hard.
Slow and then hard.
Over and over again.
That is the way that he loved it the most. His lover under his command… taking everything he had to give without complaint. Raw, passionate, and pleasurable; what more could he ask for?
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Their next encounter found Sakura on her knees in front of him instead, with his hand buried deep into her messy pink hair while the other he used as an anchor against the back of the chair that he was sitting in to keep from falling out of it.
"Fuck," he hissed between clinched teeth and shoved her down on him a little further. She made a sound in the back of her throat (like a gag) and tears sprang to her eyes, but she continued to bob her head up and down nonetheless; her tongue still swirling sensually around his bulbous tip.
"I can't believe you would pull that little stunt earlier…," he growled as his belly began to coil tightly. "Such a naughty, naughty girl you are tonight, Sakura. I am going to punish you for it. Shit. I'm going to fucking come in your mouth."
His mind began to play back the events from earlier and his grip on her only tightened, causing her nails to dig into the clothed flesh on his inner thighs while she looked up at him through thick, dark lashes.
He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply.
Sakura had come in yet again for some more money from her old man, only this time, Sasuke had been in his office discussing his work hours and pay raise. They had a small though polite conversation where they exchanged a few words and pleasantries, while Sakura moved to stand next to her father's desk with a warm and inconspicuous smile.
As soon as the mafia lord turned his back however, to find a small stack of cash in his desk drawer, the little minx had shifted her stance and bent forward, causing her nice little derriere to stick out toward him and she glanced back with a slight smirk… shaking the plump flesh directly in front of his face and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
Needless to say, he had to clinch his teeth and tighten his fists at his sides to keep himself from reaching out for her then and there. It would have cost him his job for sure, and quite possibly his life, if he had taken his boss's daughter on the man's desk and right in front of his very own eyes.
As soon as she had left the old man's office, he had made his move; grabbing her firmly by the bicep and dragging her to the nearest available empty room.
She made no protest and proceeded to rip his pants from his body, licking her lips suggestively while gazing at his large, throbbing appendage.
She hollowed her mouth then, sucking him down past the back of her throat and then beyond that, to the point of no return. When he hit a particular spot, he couldn't hold back any longer. He moved both of his hands to the back of her head, thrusting wildly and just seconds later he came.
Sakura's name left his lips on a groan and before long he released his grip on her, caressing her cheek fondly as he helped her to her feet.
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Sasuke wasn't exactly sure why Sakura had invited him to her place, but she had, and he found himself enjoying her company as he helped her prepare their dinner.
The pinkette continued chopping up the vegetables while he finished sautéing the meat, occasional hungry glances passing between them but neither one wanted to go there, at least not yet.
"So, how was work," she asked casually while placing the now cut up vegetables in a bowl. Sakura grabbed a spoon and began to toss them slowly together, while adding her seasonings into the mix. Sasuke flipped the meat onto the other side with his spatula, hearing the telling sizzle and shrugged his shoulders.
"Same as always, I guess."
"What's it like having my father as a boss?"
His facial features scrunched in disgust and she laughed. "It's that bad, huh," she teased him with a gentle nudge. "I guess I wouldn't know."
"Tsk. He loves you. I'm pretty sure he hates me."
"He doesn't," she insisted while taking the bowl of veggies to the table before grabbing their plates and utensils. She placed them gently down in their rightful place then moved to his side and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "If he did… he would have fired you a long time ago," she whispered softly as she placed a kiss on his shoulder. His body went stiff and she began to blush before pulling away from him and moving to grab some glasses for their drinks. "Sorry." Sasuke inwardly cursed himself, wishing he could explain to her that it was just a reflex, that he didn't mind it if she wished to touch him like that more… but he was too prideful and unsure of himself and their relationship, so he remained silent.
"It's fine…," he finally said, while his body slowly relaxed. "I guess it's really not that bad, plus the pay is good." Sakura nodded silently while he shuffled the cooked meat onto a serving platter.
He then picked it up and they both sat down at the table to eat.
Hours later and after a few drinks…
Sasuke was pressing his thin lips to hers gently, his hands slowly maneuvering her dress from her shoulders while a soft melody played in the background. Sakura whimpered softly while she brought her shaky hands up to unbutton his collared top, before slipping the sleeves down his own shoulders.
He removed himself from her briefly to slip it off and pull at the waistband of his trousers before they too slipped from his legs and hit the floor; leaving him in his boxers. Sakura had also removed the remainder of her dress and stood in just her underwear; the dark blue lacy fabric hugging her delicate feminine features nicely.
He grunted in approval before moving into her space once again, his hands reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before they settled on the side of her head. He lay his forehead against hers gently and took a deep inhale of her sweet scent. "S-Sasuke," she moaned while wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. His eyes met hers and something shifted between them in that moment; he could feel it.
An unspoken question was passed between them and he nodded his head in understanding, before slowly pushing her backwards until she fell unceremoniously on her plush mattress. She giggled as he came over her and their lips met once again. He wasted no more time in removing the remainder of their clothing and slowly, he pushed himself into her, his breath nearly exiting his body entirely before a low cry of pleasure (one he had no idea he was capable of creating) left his lips.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him tightly as he began to move slowly within her; her heels digging into the base of his spine while her sharp fingernails dug deeply into his shoulder blades. Sasuke's eyes remained locked on hers the entire time, watching in wonder as she slowly came undone beneath him.
When they were finished, he held her tightly against him, his front wrapping securely around her backside as the "big spoon." He played with the slightly damp skin on her inner wrist and sighed while he nuzzled into her hair. His tired eyes closed and his mind began to relax; though one thought still remained persistent, before he finally allowed consciousness to slip away from him. That thought was:
'I think… I want more.'
Five months later they were engaged; happily expecting their first child and more in love than ever before.
—fin—
Author's Notes:
If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.