She was his best dealer and she let him fuck her sometimes too. Drug Dealer AU
Disclaimer: M for hot and descriptive sex, drug dealing, illicit activities, graphic depictions of violence, discussions around contraceptives, lady issues, alcohol, language, vulgarity and adult themes. This is a dark and kind of heavy romance. If you are uncomfortable with this premise, or are under 18 and not mature enough to read this content, please do not proceed.
This is the first half of a two part update. It was too long to post as one part.
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Blow Pt. IV
Sakura is off for a couple of weeks after that.
Sasuke gives her some distance, recognizing it for what it is.
She doesn't want to see him.
The timing of this is favorable. He had an assload of preparations to make in advance of his full transition to distro and it was eating up almost every hour of his day.
He feels bad about the fact that he's not too worried about her, but laying the foundations for this role change was important.
Besides, there was just something that had him at ease. It was obvious to him that Sakura wasn't trying to bail. She just wanted to be alone to process.
That was fine with him. He still pays her during this timeframe, intentionally making the drops when she isn't home. Her rent's due and he knows her well enough to assume that she'd be paranoid about coming up short on it.
Sasuke is essentially handing her money at this point, but he attempts to justify it to himself with the belief that she'll work for it. Later.
This is the longest Sakura has gone without seeing or talking to Sasuke in three years. When she was strictly working for him, she was forced to check-in once a week at the minimum, so that she could pay him, get paid and re-up.
Once in a while, it got pushed to a week and a half, if their schedules did not match up to connect.
For this two and a half week period, her burner phone has remained silent. Their text chain on her personal phone has fallen to the bottom of her messages. And for the most part, she is not mad about it.
She wants the space.
In what world was it normal to be sleeping peacefully, only to have someone stealthily sneak in and attempt to execute your boyfriend?
Granted a fair amount of their entire relationship was untraditional; what with him being a drug lord that she used to sling for, work under, and fuck. But that kind of jarring exposure to the violent side of his life, suddenly made it that much more real for her.
She's at her house now, glaring at the paperclipped stack of cash that has magically appeared on her kitchen counter while she was in lecture.
She needs the cash to pay her looming bills. She'd spent most of the day regretting the unnecessary purchase of yet another purse, trying to piece together a solution on how she was going to address the rent money.
It makes sense now, why he was giving her more than double, those couple weeks where there hadn't been much to do. He'd been sitting on the news of his promotion, the lull in inventory related tasks a result of the overarching re-org.
At least he isn't making me come work, she thinks. Sakura does not feel any pressure to do so, and this, she appreciates.
Much to her displeasure, Naruto on the other hand... won't leave her the fuck alone.
He'd swung by her house more than once this week, quickly catching on to the fact that something was wrong, but losing his mind over the fact that he couldn't figure out what.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Why are you acting funny?"
"What happened?"
"Did that bastard do something to you?"
"Did he hurt you?"
"Is he making you do things you don't want to do?"
"You can tell me."
"What's going on?!"
"Naruto, please!" Sakura yells. "I don't want to talk about it!"
Naruto is fuming.
He's going to kill Sasuke. This was undoubtedly all his fault.
Someone is knocking on Sasuke's door.
He looks up from where he's seated at his dining table, disassembling one of his glocks. He was in the middle of taking it apart to clean it out.
The sound of the knock is obnoxious and uniquely irritating. Only one clown has ever knocked on his door like that.
Setting the parts down, he throws a rag over the pieces of his gun, effectively covering them up. Then he gets up from his table to answer.
He's barely turned the doorknob and Naruto is pushing his way inside, going straight into shoving him backwards.
"Dude, fuck you! What did you do to her?" Naruto yells.
Sasuke shoves him back, angry.
"She wasn't like this before she met you!" Naruto continues.
They're grappling at each other. Naruto is very seriously trying to fight him, Sasuke knows.
He is not in the mood for this, because he doesn't feel like kicking this idiot's ass right now.
"Fuck off!" Sasuke grinds out.
His blond friend is gripping tightly at the front of his clothes.
"What's wrong with you? You're so—you're so fucking selfish!" he growls this, into Sasuke's face.
Once Naruto bashes him against the wall, he's had it.
Sasuke punches him square in the jaw.
Naruto shakes his head dazedly for half a second, before punching him back.
They're rolling around on the floor at this point. Sasuke ends up on top of Naruto, trying to punch him some more but getting blocked every time.
Sakura walks in, at the point where they're wrestling each other and attempting to knock each other's teeth out.
She has not been here since the failed hit on Sasuke. This is the first day she's decided she's okay to come.
Besides, she was beginning to miss him and the feeling was starting to give her anxiety.
Frozen in the doorway, she looks on in shock. This is not what she'd expected to see here.
They haven't noticed her yet.
"Hey!" she yells, finally. "What the hell are you guys doing?!"
They freeze. Their heads snap towards her and they stare, both mid-punch.
Sasuke has one hand clutching Naruto's shirt as he straddles him, lifting him half off the ground. He lands his punch with his other fist, because he's an asshole.
Taken off guard, Naruto chokes at him and then kicks him half-assedly in retaliation.
Then, they back off each other.
Sasuke stands, dusts himself off and then walks past Sakura to go clean off his face. He grips at her forearm as a brief greeting, giving her a lingering stare, before letting go to disappear down the hallway and into the bathroom. Sakura eyes his broad back as he walks away from her.
He looked more tired than usual.
Of the two of them, Sasuke is less worse for wear though. Naruto looks like he's taken a thorough beating.
Her brother stays on the ground, sitting up with his palms behind his back and his legs askew.
He's dazed, but not dazed enough, apparently.
"You have his key?" he questions.
Sakura rolls her eyes as she walks in more fully, throwing her keys onto the coffee table and dumping her bag onto what she's mentally started labeling as the, 'bag chair.'
"He has mine…" she says, trailing off.
Sakura is tending to Naruto's bloody nose on Sasuke's couch. Her brother and her lover seem to have reached some sort of tentative truce after punching the shit out of each other.
She unwraps a tampon, pushing it out of the applicator and into her hand. Then she sticks the cotton into Naruto's dripping nostril.
Naruto looks over at her open purse. She'd moved it to the coffee table to pull things out of it.
"Why do you have so many of those in your bag?" he questions.
She really has a ton. There are at least twenty tampons in there and he is really confused.
She gives him a disbelieving stare.
"I thought your tubes were tied," Naruto continues.
Sakura huffs at him as she grips at his chin, moving his face from side-to-side to inspect for more damage.
"I still get my period, you buffoon!"
Sasuke is leaning over the counter in his kitchen, his weight on his elbows. For the most part he's been passive and quiet, since he re-emerged from cleaning himself up.
He is shaking his head at Naruto's stupidity now though.
Fucking moron.
"Why didn't I know that?" Naruto asks.
Sakura shakes her head at him, dropping her hands from his face. She sits back on the couch next to him and he leans back as well.
"Because you're dumb," she starts. "You should know. You had to sign off on all the paperwork because I was a minor and sit with me while the doctor explained it all!"
Sasuke scoffs from across the condo.
"He has a shit memory," he says.
Sakura crosses her arms and turns her nose up at her stepbrother now.
"Typical man. Not my body, not my problem, huh?" she questions.
Naruto bristles around, turning between the two of them to give them both modestly outraged glares.
"You guys fuck off. I can't remember everything!" he complains.
Sasuke questions to himself why Naruto would sign off on something so permanent, so early on for her.
Then again, that's the kind of shit that happens when a kid tries to raise another kid, so he's not fixated on it for long at the moment.
He'd already taken his irritation out on Sakura, after she'd told him anyway. Taken it out on her by hate fucking her, but taken it out all the same.
Naruto's voice is distinctively more nasally than what is normal for him, the tampon shoved up it impeding his speech. Nevertheless, this doesn't stop him from running his mouth.
"Still... it seems like you got A LOT of lady things in there," he comments again, nodding towards her bag.
Sakura crosses, then uncrosses her legs. "I help out my fellow woman," she says.
Giving her a perplexed side-eye, Naruto asks, "What?"
Leaning forward to zip her bag up before she speaks, she straightens up and turns to Naruto.
"Random women ask each other for help with things like this, when they're unprepared."
Naruto is picturing help as something rather literal, and his face morphs into an expression of disgust.
"Random women ask each other for help, sticking tampons into each other's vaginas?"
Sakura's mouth drops open in disbelief of her brother's idiocy and Sasuke actually lets out a bark of laughter. At the sound of his laugh, Sakura glances in his direction. She closes her mouth, the corner of her lip lifting subtly. She eyes his form, still bent over his counter, facing them. The sleeve cuff of his black zip-up sweater is pulled far over his left wrist, up to his knuckles.
That's the hand he'd injured a while back, 'settling a dispute' when she was sick. Sakura has suspected for a while now, that it never healed properly.
He'd been bashing her brother's face in with both fists when she'd arrived. It's safe to assume that the appendage is causing him pain from that reckless form of use.
Sasuke straightens up, rolls his opposite sleeve up to his elbow, then turns away from them to open up his fridge. He pulls out two beer bottles, opening them at his counter.
Turning back her focus to Naruto, Sakura narrows her eyes at him.
"No! Oh my god. You're so dumb!"
Approaching them while taking a swig of one bottle, Sasuke puts the second one down in front of Naruto, on the coffee table.
Sakura frowns at Naruto's beer, her expression borderline pout. Noticing this, Sasuke rolls his eyes. He sets down his own drink for her, then walks off to the kitchen again to get a third one for himself.
Looking subtly pleased at the beer she's managed to score wordlessly, Sakura continues, "I mean, like sometimes somebody asks to borrow a tampon."
Naruto scratches at his hair, then says, "Borrow it, with the intention of giving it back?"
Sakura hits him on the back of the head.
"Now you're being stupid on purpose."
Naruto lifts his arms in confusion.
"Well, so how does that conversation even work?" he questions, genuinely curious.
"I don't know! You're just standing around in a bathroom or a line to a public restroom and someone just comes up to you and asks!" she says. "It's really not that weird."
Naruto is perplexed. He looks to Sasuke, who is now leaning his back against his counter, on the dining room side.
"Did you know about this?" Naruto asks.
Sasuke lifts both arms and shrugs, his new drink held loosely in his grip.
"What the fuck do I care?" he says.
Naruto looks away from Sasuke and nods his head a couple times, rubbing at his chin.
"This is interesting, interesting," Naruto continues.
He grabs at his beer and gulps some of it down.
"Now what else do random women ask each other for help with, that I wouldn't know about?" he questions, wiggling his eyebrows at his sister.
Sakura punches his arm.
"You're disgusting! I'm done."
When Naruto is gearing up to leave two hours later, he implies that Sakura should be leaving with him.
"I'm not leaving," she says, slowly. "I'm staying here…"
Her brother is not happy about this, and as a result, drags his departure on for longer than necessary, in an attempt to drag her out of his friend's condo.
This is more Naruto than Sasuke has the patience to handle in one day. He kicks him out.
With Naruto finally gone, Sasuke turns to Sakura, after locking the door. She is sitting in the same spot on his couch that she'd been in for the past couple hours. She'd removed her sweater though, the fitted shirt underneath possessing a windowed slit right over her cleavage.
He's looking at her chest with half-assed disapproval, once he drops himself on the cushion next to her. He can't bother himself to care as much as he usually does about her risqué choice in clothing right now.
Now that they're alone together, Sakura turns to him and blinks several times; unsure what to say. She swallows, her eyes darting around the room.
There's no evidence that a dead body had been in here, two weeks ago. It's as clean and normal looking as the morning after the scene was fixed. Her brows furrow and her gaze drops to her lap.
Sasuke takes note of her unnatural body language, then proceeds to speak.
"I have to deal with a lot of extra bullshit now," he starts. "The work isn't the same."
Sakura leans her head back against the couch heavily, turning to look at him again.
"Are people going to try and shoot you all the time now?" she asks, grumpily.
He scoffs at her, then lifts a shoulder. He doesn't answer this.
Instead, he says, "I'm not going to be around as often."
Sakura frowns as he explains what he means to her. He needs to take a trip for a couple days, out of town, twice a month.
"What sort of trip?" she asks.
"A business trip," he counters.
"To where?"
"To a place where I have a meeting."
She glares at him, unimpressed with his evasiveness.
"What sort of meeting?" she asks.
"Operational."
Sakura huffs. She's clearly not going to get much more information than that on this.
She'd known things would be different now that his role was changing. She already knows why he'd been promoted. He'd told her what had happened with his distro, the day after the botched hit. Told her why you couldn't exactly refuse a promotion in this field and why he'd been forced to take it.
Sakura hadn't been very responsive that day though.
Sasuke stands up, then looks down at her.
"Are you on your period?" he asks.
"Maybe. Why?"
"Well, I still want to fuck," he says, bluntly.
He hasn't seen her in over two weeks and he wants to be inside of her. He'd been so busy recently, that sex was one of the last things on his mind.
"I don't care if you don't care," she says, looking back at him.
His eyes remain on her for a second longer, taking in the wavy styling of her hair. It looks longer than it did a few weeks ago. Then he's walking towards the dining table, to put away the gun he'd been in the middle of maintaining, before Naruto's arrival.
He's silent while he lifts the rag off the weapon. He is standing over the table to put it back together, the ease of his motions demonstrative of a practiced precision. He's slipping the slide back onto the receiver, his expression grim, when he speaks again.
"I don't give a shit about blood getting on me."
Sakura looks at him timidly, from across the room.
She doesn't think he's necessarily saying that in the context of period sex.
He doesn't look back at her, his focus on putting things away. She shrugs off her discomfort.
It's wet and it's messy.
Sakura is being overly responsive, frenzied.
Sasuke's eyebrows are raised at her while she goes crazy on top of him. His hands grip her thighs as she straddles him.
He lifts one of his hands to smack hard at her ass. Sakura grins in response, looking maniacal.
Instead of returning his hand to her thigh, he puts it behind his head lazily and continues to eye her. He thinks he might be entertained by this hormonal rowdiness, but he doesn't do much to outwardly convey that.
Reaching down to adjust herself on him, Sakura pulls her hand back and looks at it with irritation.
"This is. Messy," she complains, moaning.
"Whatever," he says.
He lets her keep going for a while longer, but it's so slick and wet that he can't really feel anything anymore.
"Rotate," he says.
"Like in reverse?!"
He nods.
She does as he asks, rotating while still on him so she's facing away from him in a reverse cowgirl.
She starts to move. His expression is heated as he observes her riding him from this angle.
He wouldn't mind fucking her in the ass at some point. He doesn't think she's done that before though.
One of his hands rests on her ass while she moves, his thumb digging into her flesh and spreading her. He looks at her virgin ass, then breathes in deeply and shuts his eyes for a moment. Imagining the feeling of fucking it.
His eyes snap open when she falls back against him painfully.
He makes a face of discomfort that she can't see, then he sits up behind her.
Sakura gasps at the sudden closeness. His dick feels deeper in her with the change.
Kissing at her neck, he wraps his arms around her body.
Dropping a hand, he grips at one of her calves.
"Straighten out your legs in front of you, I want to fuck you sideways."
Sakura does this with difficulty, while trying to stay seated on him.
"I could have just gotten off of you so we could switch positions… you're making this difficult," she huffs.
"There's too much mess," he shrugs.
His chin is resting on her shoulder and he's looking down the front of her body as he grips her sitting up. Her tits look nice from this perspective.
Sliding a hand up to her chest, he grips at one firmly, but she yelps in discomfort.
"They're sore, be careful."
He loosens his hand around her breast, waiting for her to finish straightening out her legs.
Once she's got her legs extended, he drops them so they're both on their sides, then starts pounding into her from behind.
He's pressed flush against her back, one hand still loosely clutching one of her tits. His other arm is wrapped around her tightly, keeping her in place against himself.
"Oh," she gasps. "Fu-fuck!"
Her whole body is moving from the force of it.
Their skin slapping is loud. The moisture is loud. Her breathing is loud.
Sakura starts playing with herself aggressively with one hand, reaching back with the other in an attempt to pull at his hair. He's jostling her so much though, that she misses and nearly pokes him in the eye.
"Yo, watch out," he says, irritated.
"Sorry."
Sakura works herself up, her fingers moving rapidly at her sopping pussy. Then she comes intensely from it, moaning. Her walls clench tightly against his dick.
He shuts his eyes behind her head.
It feels good.
He follows after her, his hands pressing hard into her body but avoiding the manhandling of her tits. His face is pressed into the back of her neck and the sound he emits as he's coming in her, makes her entire body tingle.
They stay that way for a couple minutes. Quiet. Catching their breath.
Sakura turns her head to look behind her and assess the damage.
"Holy shit!" she exclaims.
Sasuke sighs, looking down as well. It's an unsurprising mix of blood, semen and girl come.
Everywhere.
"Let's shower," he says, pushing at her to get off the bed.
Last time they showered together was after she'd pissed him off and he'd angrily fucked the shit out of her. She was out of it then. Letting him wash her in contemplative silence.
This time, Sakura is being goofy.
"It's too cold!" she whines.
She reaches towards the knob and makes the water stream hot.
"That's too hot," he says.
His hand lifts and he turns the knob to cold.
Sakura frowns at him, the water droplets pebbling against her skin. Her nipples are hard and he glances at them without shame. He wants to touch, but she doesn't seem to like it right now.
Usually, she likes her tits fucked around with a lot, so he finds this development interesting.
She doesn't notice what's caught his attention. She has one hand on a hip, her mouth still in a frown about the water temperature.
Her hair is only half wet, the wet half darker than the dry half, from being saturated in moisture.
Rolling his eyes now, he adjusts the knob to the middle, so that it's somewhere between cold and hot.
Sakura proceeds to stand around, being annoying while he rinses himself off.
Narrowing his eyes at her, he puts a hand on her forehead, shakes his head, and moves her out of his way.
She's grabbing shampoo and body wash bottles and smelling all of them.
"These smell like man!"
She's got one in each hand, the caps popped open as she makes a show of sniffing them.
"Bring your own if you don't like it," he comments.
Putting the bottles down she puts both hands on her hips now, leaning towards him.
"You want me to smell like a man just rubbed himself all over me?" she questions.
Sasuke wipes a hand down his face to remove an excess of water from it, then side eyes her.
"A man did just rub himself all over you," he says.
She scoffs.
"Smart ass."
Grabbing at her, he arranges her in front of himself and they just stand under the water stream. Content in the silence.
After they shower, they are standing next to each other in his room, near the doorway. Sakura is holding a soft towel loosely against herself and he's already put on clean boxers.
She looks at his bed, distastefully.
It looked like someone had been murdered on it.
She says as much.
"No. It doesn't,'' he says, tone flat.
Flat, but sure. Sure, because he knows what something like that actually looks like.
She pauses briefly, processing that.
Hadn't he murdered somebody a room away from her, just two weeks ago? Granted it had been self defense, but still.
She had suggested laying down a towel before they'd gone at it, but he didn't seem to give much of a fuck.
"I don't give a shit about blood getting on me," bounces around her head, again.
"Just throw the sheets out," he says. "There are more fitted sheets in the closet."
"Me?! Why don't you do it! You're the one that wanted to fuck in the messiest way possible," she complains. "We could've just done it in the shower."
He sighs loudly, but walks forwards and clears the bed of pillows and blankets, tossing everything to the floor. His back is turned to her as he yanks the sheet off.
"I don't like shower sex," he says.
Sakura's fingers tighten into the towel that's wrapped around her body.
"Really?" she asks. "Why not?"
He lifts a shoulder, back still turned. Then he bends over the mattress, tugging on the sheet corners.
"It's annoying. It's… wet. Water gets in my eyes. I can't fucking see…" he lists off.
He's crumpled the soiled sheet now and thrown that to the ground too, grumbling as he walks over to his closet.
Digging through the shelves for new linens, he repeats, "Don't like it."
His top spot of choice to fuck was the dining table, but he doesn't like shower sex. Noted, she thinks.
It is a quiet morning.
Sakura is seated on his desk. Sasuke is standing between her bare legs, his hands on both sides of her face as he kisses her.
Sakura licks at his lower lip, then moans softly as their mouths move against each other.
Her hands bunch at his chest, into his white shirt and she inhales with her nose deeply.
She doesn't want to break the kiss for air.
She wraps a leg around his waist and he presses closer to her as a result.
He slides a hand down from her face, to the side of her torso and clutches at her there. His other hand moves to the back of her neck.
Sakura separates from him, keeping her face close to his. She takes a peek at him with half open eyes then attacks his mouth from a different angle.
He slides his tongue against hers as he holds her lithe body. Her hands have slid up from his chest to his shoulders and her fingers dig into the skin beneath his shirt there.
He pulls his mouth off hers and eyes her up close.
Sakura's eyes are still shut. Her lips parted.
She opens her eyes and looks at him back.
He missed her.
She bumps her nose against his intentionally and pecks his lips.
He drops his hands to each side of her waist and looks down at her spread legs, then looks back up.
He raises an eyebrow at her. He wants to fuck.
She shakes her head in the negative at him.
"I'm too lazy," she says.
He shrugs, content to just stand here holding onto her and touching her if that's the case.
He cocks his head to the side and begins sliding his hands across her body, avoiding her sensitive chest.
She gasps softly as he caresses her. His palms slide up her sides, then behind her back.
He's sliding a hand down her arm when he notices her pouting at him.
He gives her a questioning glance.
"Well, now I'm turned on!" she complains.
He smirks at her and leans in again, so he can kiss her one more time.
It's several days later and Sakura is in his kitchen with no pants on, when someone knocks at the door. She'd been in the middle of rifling through Sasuke's cabinets for snacks. She turns her head to see what's going on, as Sasuke opens the door to let this person in.
"Suigetsu," he says.
Sakura starts to get nervous, once this unfamiliar person has crossed the threshold into the condo.
Sasuke is walking him in and giving her a pointed look.
Get lost.
Swallowing, she shuts the cabinet, looking down at herself, then back at him. For once, he's not getting it. Continuing to eye her darkly, he gestures at this guy to sit in the armchair as he sits adjacent to him on his couch.
Sasuke's acquaintance has not noticed her yet. Instead he's gone straight into talking, informing Sasuke about issues with supply and manpower, in a grating voice.
One of his dealers then, Sakura thinks.
She has never seen him before, but he's speaking to Sasuke with a degree of familiarity that she's really only seen come from Naruto.
She'd begun to notice that the majority of people in his employ, tread cautiously when interacting with him.
This guy isn't doing that.
Sasuke glances at her again, expression shifting to a subtle level of nasty that screams, 'Get the fuck out of here.'
Growling under her breath, Sakura's eyes swivel around the kitchen. She spots her phone in reach and grabs it, so that she can text him.
Suigetsu continues to list out business issues as Sakura watches Sasuke receive her text. He looks down at the screen, lips in a thin line and face unimpressed.
'I don't have pants on!'
Sakura does not think Sasuke would want this guy to see her walk past, in her cheeky-cut, mesh panties.
Pocketing his phone, he gets up while Suigetsu continues to talk. Suigetsu's oddly colored eyes follow Sasuke as he stands.
"Keep talking. I'm listening," Sasuke states.
He disappears down the hall and into his room. When he comes back out, the top of Sakura's tight, black cloth shorts are hanging out of his back pocket.
He walks up to her, behind the counter and hands them to her, shaking his head at her in disapproval.
Sloppy.
Suigetsu had been talking, but his voice had trailed off once he'd noticed there was a third person in their midst. He looks at the two of them from where he's seated, curiously.
Sakura pulls the shorts on while Sasuke watches. He's standing in front of her and his eyes follow the movement of the fabric as she steps into them and slides them up from her ankles, up her thighs and over her ass.
Sakura doesn't like the look Sasuke is giving her. Like he might punish her later.
Turning his back on her, he walks out of the kitchen, back towards the living room. Sakura's several steps behind him, headed in the direction of his room.
"Who's this?" Suigetsu questions. His sharp teeth are visible as he speaks, pearly and set inside of a wide mouth. He's got both of his arms resting on the armrests of the armchair, his back leaned comfortably and his legs splayed open loosely.
Sasuke nods his head back in Sakura's direction and says, "This is Sakura."
Then Sasuke sits back down on the couch. Sakura continues to walk, towards the hallway.
"Hi!" she says.
Then she disappears into Sasuke's bedroom.
Suigetsu waits until he is certain she is gone, the sound of the door shutting signaling to him that she's no longer in hearing range. Then he leans forwards in his chair and raises an excited eyebrow at Sasuke.
Explain, is written all over his face.
"She was moving the weight on the college campus," Sasuke supplies.
Suigetsu's other eyebrow raises too, both of them disappearing under his bleached hairline.
"Her?" he exclaims. "She looks like she can barely lift a weight!"
Suigetsu's eyes narrow and he looks at Sasuke suspiciously, with his colored, contact lensed eyeballs.
"I thought you lost ground on the campus?" he questions, confused.
Sasuke nods. He is leaning forwards as well, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped together.
"So, what's she doing here?" Suigetsu continues.
Sasuke does not respond.
Suigetsu's lavender irises light up.
"Is she your girl, bro?" he asks.
Sasuke lifts a shoulder up, then drops it, his eyes scanning his coffee table for any dust. He'd just wiped everything down in the condo and he tends to get irritated when he misses spots.
"Oh shit!" Suigetsu starts. "You got yourself a trap queen now, man?" Suigetsu leans back, whistling. "Really on the come up now, aren't you?"
Sasuke's associate grins evilly, his fingers clenching into the armrests of the armchair he's seated in.
"She looks so fresh. Slight of build," Suigetsu says, looking to Sasuke's face for a reaction. For now, there is none. Continuing to tack on attributes, he adds, "Naughty? All of the above?"
Sasuke thinks his expression has remained the same throughout this irritating conversation, but when Suigetsu says, "Perfect for you," Sasuke eyes him with malice.
Suigetsu leans back in his chair and lifts his hands up, in a signal of surrender. Dropping the topic.
Shifting gears, he asks, "So. Have you decided who you're replacing yourself with yet?"
Sasuke eyes Suigetsu with further distaste. He straightens up, rubbing at his chin as he looks at Suigetsu with a curled lip.
He was definitely not the sharpest and Sasuke is really hoping he is not going to regret this.
"Yeah. You, you moron," he says. "Why do you think I asked you here?"
Suigetsu is not currently one of the dealers in rotation. He had been a couple years ago, but Sasuke had promoted him a while back. Putting him in charge of keeping the overarching crew in line, when he himself was too busy to do so.
It helped that Suigetsu was a rather notorious hitman as well. No one fell out of place, when the guy between them and their boss was also the guy ripping off fingernails, before cutting through throats.
"Oh, snap. No shit."
Sasuke gives him an assessing look. Suigetsu was great at following orders, but he is uncertain if he'll be as good at making decisions himself.
It's a risk he'll have to take.
There is no one else logical, to replace him.
"Don't make me regret this," he says, warningly. "Don't fuck this up."
Suigetsu picks at his teeth with his pinky nail, then clicks his tongue.
"Yeah, yeah bro," he starts. "We all know what you do to people who fuck up. You don't scare me!" he says, rolling his eyes.
It's a couple hours later, when Sasuke opens the door to his room. Suigetsu has since left, the two of them discussing several aspects of changing logistics and coordinating their hand-offs for supply distribution.
"What are you walking around half dressed for, when I'm conducting business in the house?" he asks Sakura, harshly.
Sakura gives him a disbelieving look from where she's spread out on his side of the bed. She'd removed her shorts again and he suspects that she might have been masturbating, before he'd walked in.
Horny slut.
"You didn't tell me anyone was coming through!" she says, sitting up straight.
"I did tell you."
"No. You didn't," she bites out.
He mean mugs her in response, but she mean mugs him right back.
"When?" she continues.
Shit.
He didn't. He had meant to and he forgot.
He's not going to admit that to her though.
Sasuke is staring her down in a way that's making her uncomfortable now, his hand rubbing against his mouth.
"What?" she asks, anxiously.
He's fucking her from behind, while she's in a dancer's pose.
He'd manhandled her, undressing her and dragging her off the bed to arrange her body in front of the mirror, at his dresser.
"Hold onto this," he'd said, gruffly. He'd grabbed at her left hand and placed it on the wood for support.
Then he'd pulled at her right leg and lifted it off the ground, backwards, bending it so that the sole of her foot was in the air, above her right shoulder. He'd instructed her to hold her foot with her right hand, and then he'd pushed into her spread open pussy, while she stood arched and stretched for him.
Since they're standing in front of his dresser, she can see their bodies reflected in the mirror. He's behind and to the side of her, and the angle he's penetrating her at is clear from her vantage point.
It's ten times more hot, being able to watch him fuck her.
"Are you—" she cuts off to moan, loudly. "Are you done yet? I didn't stretch enough for this!"
He doesn't care too much about that. For the most part, her legs contorted in all directions pretty easily.
"Not yet," he says, quietly.
She lets out an exasperated sound that transfers into another moan.
"Why do you know this pose?" she questions, out of breath.
When he doesn't respond, she keeps speaking.
"Did you look this up?" she asks. "Are you researching positions to put me in, in your free time?"
At his lack of response, she just keeps going.
"You are, aren't you?"
He makes a frustrated sound while he pushes in and out of her. "You're talking too much," he mutters.
"I knew it!" she screeches. "You freak!"
He lifts a hand off her hip to smack at her ass in response, then he digs it back into the skin of her waist. His other hand is gripping her stretched leg, near the knee. But her leg is starting to tremble in his grip.
He glances up, at the concentrated look on her face and the furrow of her brow. He takes in the arch of her back and how it's making her tits jut out at the front, in the mirror.
He groans into the back of her head, disturbing the hair at her neck. He fucks her for a minute longer like this, then pulls out of her to readjust.
Sliding his hand up her leg, he grabs at her ankle and removes her foot from her own grip, carefully unstretching her out of this.
He doesn't let her foot drop to the ground though, instead, he arranges her leg onto the surface of the dresser, so it's stretched out to the right.
Then he pushes her forwards, so she's bent over in half, her breasts pressed against the wood.
She makes a sound of protest at the change, her legs now split 90 degrees.
Using his thumbs, he pulls her pussy lips apart, to look at her cunt. Sakura glances up in the mirror and starts bristling in protest.
"Wh—what are you doing?" she asks.
"I'm looking at your pussy."
She blushes at this, then gasps when he plunges into her again. The leg she's got still planted on the ground bends, then straightens. Sakura flexes onto her toes for a moment, then drops her heel back down. She'd been on one foot for this entire session, and her standing leg is starting to burn.
Sasuke digs his hands into her hair and yanks, eyeing her exposed throat in the mirror. Sakura starts wailing from being roughed up.
The fingers of his other hand go between her legs and he starts rubbing her clit aggressively while he pounds into her now.
She comes from that, moaning throughout and his eyes shut tightly at the feel of her tightening pussy on his cock.
Grimacing, he keeps moving in and out of her. He lets go of her hair, instead sliding his hand down the line of her spine. Sakura's a boneless heap in front of him at this point, her foot on the ground barely keeping her upright. She's relying on the press of his body behind her, to hold her up.
She's digging her fingers into her own hair, the side of her face now pressed against his dresser.
Her propped up leg is starting to slip off the wood surface.
He stops it from falling, moving his hand from her pussy to dig his fingers into the back of her elevated thigh. Sakura gasps at the strength of his hold.
"Are you going to come soon?" she pants out. She's getting exhausted from this.
He breathes in deeply, then picks up his pace. The dresser is shaking now. The mirror luckily, is bolted into the wall and does not move with the force of their fucking.
Clenching his jaw, he pushes into her deeply, then empties into her with a guttural groan.
Sakura moans for him once she feels the warmth of his come inside of her. Intently, he looks at her dainty shoulder blades. They're moving beneath the skin of her back as she attempts to lift herself up, to look at him in the mirror.
Her eyes are glazed, cheeks flushed.
Sakura feels herself tense, when she catches sight of his face. There is that ever present hard edge to his features that she's used to, but it's mixed with something inexplicably menacing as he stands behind her, staring unblinkingly at her back.
Their eyes meet now, his wide and unnerving, and hers suddenly frightened. The fear rooted in her confusion of his post-fuck demeanor.
He'd lost himself in an inappropriate mental tangent. Thinking that her delicate bone structure was very easily breakable. Something he could crush into dust with his fist.
He'd ripped people's arms out of their sockets before and was no stranger to the feel of bone shattering beneath his hands.
Furrowing his brow, he blinks rapidly and looks away from her. Pulling out of her and helping her get her feet back on the ground.
His hands are at her hips to balance her and she turns in his arms to look at him. She opens her mouth to speak, but his hands drop from her body and he takes a step back and away. Giving her a look that's hard to read, he turns from her and walks out of the room.
Sakura presses her lips together, arms at her sides. She feels slimy between her legs and she wants to go get cleaned up, but she can hear the sound of Sasuke opening and closing his laundry machine down the hall; likely pulling out clean clothing for himself.
Then she hears the bathroom door shut.
Sakura has fallen asleep by the time he comes back to his room. His hair is wet and he's in clean boxers.
She's facedown in the middle of his bed, her legs crossed at the ankle and her arms stretched above her head. She has foregone the use of a pillow.
It looks like she'd cleaned up. Her panties are fresh and her hair is brushed.
His eyes sweep across her body again. It really does look frail. Now that she's with him more seriously, the years leading up to this, have him feeling conflicted.
He'd made an extra effort to ensure nothing happened to her while she was selling for him. More of an effort than anyone on payroll was worth.
Still... It was—there's just no way in hell she's ever selling again.
Sakura's head lifts up and she turns to him, blearily. He's still standing in thought near the entrance to his room.
"What are you doing over there?" she questions, sleepy and perplexed. "Come to bed!"
She's over this random mood fluctuation he's having. She wants him next to her.
Walking slowly towards the mattress, he gets in on his side, shoving her so she's out of the middle and more on her own.
"Hey!" she protests.
"Stay on your own side," he mutters.
Sakura frowns while he gets settled, then rolls over and invades his space anyways.
He sighs loudly, while she tucks herself into his side, her mostly nude body pressing into his.
She tosses an arm across his chest, then promptly falls back asleep.
He just lies there, staring blankly at her small hand as it rests against him, in the dark.
In the morning, Sakura wakes up at his condo alone. Sasuke has already left for the day.
As the new distro he has to start laundering the money now.
This was something his old distro handled and took care of. The pain in the ass of this aspect of the role, was part of the reason he didn't want it.
His old distro ran it through a chain of nail salons. Sasuke wants to run it through real estate.
He had made Sakura come through this evening, so that he could explain her new job to her in detail. Since he'd been wrapping up the final steps for his transition, it hadn't made sense to loop her in on this until now.
She hadn't exactly been asking him too much about work, seemingly content with collecting cash from him without having to do anything for it.
It was obvious to him that she was getting too comfortable with that arrangement. Especially because she'd started taking advantage. Attempting to cash grab outside of designated pay days.
"Can I have some money?" she'd asked.
"...I just paid you."
"I used that for the rent."
He'd eyed her darkly, knowing full well exactly how much he'd paid her. It covered off on her rent and her bills, with plenty extra left over for her to fuck around with.
She'd looked back at him guiltily.
"What else did you use it on?" he'd questioned, annoyed.
"My bills," she'd said, trailing off.
Sasuke had continued to give her an unimpressed and partially wild-eyed look. The kind that got people to talk, for fear of painful retribution.
"...And a pair of shoes," she'd added on. Squirming under his gaze, she'd proceeded to list out a slew of other unnecessary purchases she'd blown it away on.
With an eyebrow raised and his mouth in a straight line, he'd reached an arm behind himself, clearly messing with something in the back of his pants.
Sakura's eyes had widened; expecting him to pull his glock on her for the hundredth time, for being an idiot.
Why did I even ask?! she had thought, panicked.
He pulls out a thick, stack of cash that's folded in half instead. It's held together by a silver money clip. Looking down at it with distaste as he pulls the clip off and unfolds the stack, his slim fingers count out three bills.
"That's all you get," he had said, handing them to her.
Sakura had accepted the hundreds from him happily, yanking on his arm to pull him closer and getting on her toes so she could kiss his cheek.
He half scowls at her now. She's not getting any more money out of him unless she's working for it. The last motherfucker that had uncharacteristically asked him for money, he'd shot in the foot without a second thought.
"We're collecting rent on empty apartments," he says, as he sits behind his desk.
Sakura is sitting across from him, on the other side of it. She looks bored and disinterested as he teaches her how this will work.
"Pay attention," he scolds.
Sakura pouts at him, an expression that is fast becoming commonplace when she's displeased with something he's said.
"Every month, you need to balance the books."
Sakura crosses her arms. This sounded annoying.
"Not everyone can 'pay' on time. It needs to look realistic," Sasuke continues. "Seventy-five percent of the dough gets washed. The other twenty-five percent goes with me for my bi-monthlies."
Sakura is quiet, processing what he's saying. She uncrosses her arms and sits on her hands. Then she swings her legs back and forth in her chair.
"What happens to the money after that?" she asks.
Sasuke doesn't answer, instead staring her down with a straight face. Sakura rolls her eyes, accustomed to his non-verbal responses. This one meant, 'Nice try. Next question.'
"What apartments?" she asks instead, resigned.
"I already handled that part," he says.
Rifling through some sheets on his desk, he pulls at several larger dimensioned ones and flips them on the surface of the table so that they're facing her.
"There are three properties," he says, pointing down at the blueprints. "50-100 units in each."
Sakura looks down at his fingers on the paper, eyeing the building frames with curiosity.
"Twenty percent of each building will actually be rented out," he says, looking up at her. Looking back down he says, "The rest are placeholders to funnel the cash."
Sakura doesn't look sold on this. She leans forward, looking at the prints suspiciously.
"Won't tenants notice that the buildings aren't fully occupied?" she asks, glancing up at him.
He makes a face, then leans back in his chair.
"Maybe. Maybe not," he responds.
Grimacing, Sakura straightens up too and crinkles her nose.
"Ew. This is a lot of work," she complains.
Sasuke shrugs, reaching for the pack of smokes on top of his desk.
"Beats corporate America."
Sakura remains quiet, watching him pull a square out of the box to light. His comment is making her wonder about his advanced finance degree now.
"Why did you get a graduate degree in finance?" she blurts out.
He's digging through a desk drawer for a lighter, his eyebrows furrowed because it's taking a minute to locate one. Begrudgingly, he settles for an old matchbox he's dug out instead.
The cig is between his lips, a match now in one hand, and the box in the other. He drags the match against the striking surface of the box, then lights the end of his cigarette.
Shaking the match to put it out, he tosses it into an abandoned cup of water that's been sitting on the surface of his desk.
He takes a couple drags before responding to her.
"My family wanted it for me."
Sakura's green eyes take him in while he puffs on his square. His gaze is not fixated on anything in particular.
Didn't Naruto say his entire family was dead though? she thinks to herself.
Since she doesn't think she's supposed to know this, she doesn't pry much more than that.
Sasuke does not really say anything else.
"Stop moving, Sakura."
She's having trouble sitting still. Fidgeting while Sasuke holds her small foot in his large hand.
"It hurts!" she whines. "And you're also tickling me," she mumbles.
He raises an eyebrow at her.
"I don't get how you've spent half the day with this in your foot. Walking around," he says. "Explain that."
Sakura crosses her arms and turns away from him, sniffling.
"I just thought I had a foot ache."
Upon removing her shoes after arriving at his condo today, the bottom of her sock had been pooling with blood.
He'd eyed her with disbelief once she'd left a trail of bloody footprints all over the house.
She'd almost made herself pass out once he'd pointed it out to her.
He'd sat her on the couch, sitting on the coffee table in front of her to remove her sock. Tilting his head at the cause of the wound underneath, he'd informed her that a shard of glass was sticking out of her skin.
Sakura had paled, gulping as she looked back at him. He'd made her wait with her foot propped up, while he got up to retrieve his kit from his office.
He is holding up a pair of angled tweezers to her foot now, and she's still being overly squirmy.
Glancing at her to glare, causes her to stop fidgeting. He needs to focus so he can remove it for her in one clean go.
His brow furrows as he pinches the tweezers together at the sole of her foot.
"Got it. I'm gonna pull it out now," he says. "Ready?"
Sakura nods, one of her hands digging into the armrest of the couch in dread.
"Ow!" she yells.
A tear escapes from the corner of her wide, green eye.
Sasuke holds the large shard that's between the tweezers up, for her to see.
"It's big," he remarks.
Sakura's eyes widen further.
"Oh my god. I don't want to see it. I'm going to throw up!"
She sewed up the equivalent of an axe wound on his abdomen, but is grossed out by half an inch of glass he's pulled out of her foot?
Absurd, he thinks.
He drops the shard into the ashtray that's beside him on the coffee table. Then he rubs his thumb gently across the cut, to feel if anything else is sticking out of it.
Satisfied that there's nothing else there, he puts the tweezers down. Placing her foot in his lap, he grabs a single packaged disinfectant wipe and rips it open with his teeth.
Sakura looks glum as she watches him. She hisses when he picks up her foot again, to clean the wound with the wipe. Then he puts a Band-Aid on it.
He lifts her foot higher up, her flexibility allowing her leg to stretch upwards with little discomfort. Sasuke kisses her foot, before letting go.
Then puts his hand on her thigh, leaning forward while still seated in front of her, so that he can kiss her on the mouth too.
"Thanks," she murmurs, against his lips.
Sakura and Suigetsu get along a little too well for Sasuke's liking. From the corner of his eye, he's observing them darkly at his condo, while across the room. Suigetsu has come through to drop the cash from his collections.
Sasuke is waiting for Sakura to get through most of the count and ensure that it's all in order. From there he'll leave with Suigetsu, to restock him so that he can pass down to his dealer network.
At this scale, Sasuke is no longer moving product through his house. He coordinates the supply shipments from the manufacturer directly now. The logistics of that operation, no easy feat.
Sasuke is keeping himself busy at the coffee table, by recounting a pile of stacks that Sakura has already gone through. It's not really necessary. He trusts her. She hadn't miscounted anything outside of that one time she'd fucked up and he'd blown up at her. Calling her a child in his anger.
He glances up when Sakura laughs melodically at some dumb shit Suigetsu says to her. The bleached haired clown is hovering near the dining table while she runs cash through a counter on top of it, macking on her while she works.
Sasuke can see his lieutenant's gaze dropping to her chest every couple seconds while he interacts with her. Sasuke's fingers clench into the bills he's sifting through, nearly ripping a fifty in half.
Eventually, Sakura claps her hands together, looking down at the neat piles of money happily. She's pleased with the fast and efficient way she's able to tackle this volume of cash counting.
"Done with the count. This is straight!"
Suigetsu shakes his head and whistles.
"Sweet!"
He turns to Sasuke and points his thumb behind him at Sakura.
"She's way more fun to put up with than you," he states, laughing.
Sasuke is openly glaring, wondering if he can get away with punching Suigetsu for annoying him and then blaming it on something else.
"Your cut is over here," he says, bitingly. He nods at the stacks that are in front of him. "Take it and let's go."
Suigetsu shrugs, grabbing an empty duffle that he'd brought the entirety of the cash in, off the ground. He walks over with it, to retrieve his portion of the bills.
Sasuke doesn't like the way he's carrying his blick either. Just out in the open, in a holster that's wrapped around his chest. It's showing very obviously under his jacket.
Sakura's not paying attention anymore, scrolling through something on her smartwatch with an entertained expression.
"Hey," Sasuke yells at her.
She glances up, giving him a questioning look.
"Put the rest of the straps away while I'm gone," he demands. He still needs to show her how they're going to wash seventy-five percent of it, but he's not done closing the deal on one of the property fronts.
Sakura waves a hand at him uncaringly and goes back to the screen of her watch, leaning the front of her hips against the dining table.
Clenching his jaw in agitation, Sasuke waits for Suigetsu to collect his pay and then the two of them head out.
Sasuke is unusually cold the next couple days and Sakura is confused as to why. Since she doesn't want to ask him directly, she asks Naruto instead.
She's in the middle of explaining his bizarre behavior to her brother, when he waves his hands around, trying to get her to stop.
"I don't wanna know about your guys' problems! Stop! Stop!" he complains.
Sakura stamps her foot. She's at his apartment for once, on the other side of town.
"Come on! You know him better than anyone. You said so yourself!" she says.
She wrinkles her nose as a weird smell wafts in her direction. Briefly, she eyes the overflowing garbage can in his kitchen with contempt. She used to help him keep his house tidy, but eventually she'd stopped. Too busy with school and partying to care if her brother's house was clean or not. Fuck that noise.
"Tell me what his problem is!" she continues, straightening her face. "And take out your fucking trash! Come on, Naruto!" she scolds.
He grins at her reprimand, then shrugs. He's sitting on his couch while she stands up across from him.
"I don't know. He doesn't like to share," Naruto says.
Sakura's hands drop to her hips and she cocks her head at her brother, then squints at him.
"Are you telling me that this how he acts, when he's jealous?"
"I didn't say that. I said he doesn't like to share."
Making a face, Sakura raises her hands up then drops them to her sides.
"I'm not an object!"
Naruto shrugs at her again.
"I told you not to date him. Don't fucking look at me!"
Sakura is in line at a coffee shop near campus, when she receives a text on her burner from Sasuke.
All it says is that she needs to come through tonight, to work again.
She puts her phone away without responding, grumbling under her breath.
People at school had stopped giving her shit. No one hit her up or approached her to re-up anymore, the message clearly painted that she had gone into retirement.
For the most part, the campus was a dryer place because she wasn't moving any weight through it anymore. The only shit piping through the university at this point, came from her one handsy regular who Sasuke had demanded she pass off to him.
Now that Sasuke was no longer handling business on the ground, she assumed her ex-regular was copping off of Suigetsu now. Likely selling to his buddies on the side after that.
After she orders her caffeine fix, she pulls her prepay out again, sending a response to her boyfriend slash boss.
She'll be there, but she'll be late because she was going to the library.
Tired and grumpy when she shows up at his condo several hours later, Sakura fumbles outside his door with her key. Fucking up and using her own apartment key in the lock by accident, she gets frustrated when the entire set slips out of her fingers and to the ground with a loud clank.
She's bent over retrieving it, when Sasuke opens his door, hearing the commotion she's causing outside of it.
"Get in here," he mutters.
She grabs her key ring and straightens up, pushing past him to come in. It's already pretty late and she's decided that she'll just stay here for the night.
He seems to think the same, because he is pulling the extra deadbolt into place once he's re-shut his door.
Afterwards, he's leading her down the hall towards his office, but she takes a detour into his bedroom. Yelling out that she wants to change first.
He's standing, but bent over his desk, clicking a wireless mouse and looking at the large screen of what looks to be a new laptop, when Sakura finally comes in.
He glances up at her.
Changing meant ripping off her pants so that she's just in her underwear, and swapping out her shirt with one of his long sleeves.
A long sleeve he has not seen in years. Where the fuck did she dig that out from? It's got loud white lettering on the outside of one of the sleeves. The rest of the garment is black however.
Whatever.
"Sit," he says, nodding at his desk chair.
He's straightened up, but is hovering, wanting her to sit so she can see what he's got open on his computer.
Trudging over, she drops herself into the chair heavily. Then she tucks one of her legs in and under her ass and props her other foot onto the seat, knee bent towards her chest.
She views the spreadsheet that's maximized on the screen, eyeing the inputs and the values and words in the rows and columns.
It's the property ledgers that need to be balanced.
"Why are you making a paper trail?" she asks, eyes still on the display.
"This is the money that's going to be cleaned. It needs to have a paper trail."
Sakura looks up at him, her fingers messing with the sleeves of the too long shirt. The neckline is hanging off of her shoulder and it is obvious that she'd also removed her bra.
Sasuke looks down at her, then says, "You took an accounting class right?"
Sakura drops her chin to her knee, keeping her head tilted in his direction.
"Yes," she says.
He snaps his fingers at her, gesturing at her to sit up straight and pay attention.
She sticks her tongue out at him to annoy him, but straightens up, putting her hand on the mouse and clicking through his monster of a spreadsheet.
"Okay, so I don't need to show you the formulas I input in here, right?" he asks.
Sakura doesn't speak for a minute, continuing to examine what's in front of her.
"No," she says.
Bending over again and invading her space, he gives her further instructions.
"Make sure this sum," he points to a field on the spreadsheet, "never exceeds this amount," he then points to a rather large number that he has hand written on a post-it note, stuck to his desk.
"If it's the same every month, why would it ever exceed?" Sakura asks.
She turns her face towards his after asking her question. He's so close that she could count his eyelashes if she wanted to.
He looks back at her, lifting his finger off the post-it and reaching over her to steal the mouse from her.
"It shouldn't," he says. "But if it's above or below, you fucked something up. Either with the physical count or the data entry."
Sakura rotates her eyes from his face, back to the laptop, to see what he's doing.
"You're really good at motivating me to do a good job," she says, sarcastically.
He doesn't find this funny. He turns his head from the screen to eye her.
"This is not something you can make a mistake on," he says, seriously.
She wants to ask what would happen if she screws up, but is apprehensive to do so. Sasuke has looked away from her again, by the time she decides to ask. He's flying through the spreadsheet's tabs, to double check that they're set up properly for her to work out of.
"What happens if I make one?" she asks, finally.
Still bent over and reaching across her seated body, he's too focused on finishing this out, to respond right away.
"You wouldn't find it pleasant."
Sakura is bent over the side of his bed a short while later, while he stands behind her and pulls aggressively at her underwear. Yanking it up into her slit.
She moans at the sensation of the cloth rubbing against her throbbing pussy.
He'd already ripped his old long sleeve off of her frame, having tossed it uncaringly to the floor. He himself is undressed.
Flipping her around, he shoves her onto the bed, on her back. He yanks her soaked panties down her legs. Then gripping under her thighs, he pushes her legs back and towards her head.
"Hold your legs here," he instructs.
Sakura eyes him wearily, then holds herself open for him as requested. Her hands are holding the underside of her knees and the top of each knee is pressed to her corresponding shoulders.
"Wider," he says.
She stretches her legs outwards, closer to a floating, center split and he admires the view from where he's standing, near the edge of the mattress. She keeps her hands under her knees to keep herself split wide for him.
He pulls her body closer to the edge of the bed by the hips, so that he can line her up better to his cock. First, his hands move to rub up and down the outer edges of her pussy, the motion stimulating her clit. She gasps and looks down at what he's doing.
He does it until she's visibly wet for him, then he slides his palms up her bare torso, to her tits.
Pinching and pulling at them, he digs his fingers into the skin of her chest. Anchoring himself to her there.
Sakura lifts her head up to catch his lips with hers, but gasps into his mouth when he uses the distraction as an opportunity to slip into her.
His hands at her chest and his dick in her cunt while she holds herself spread wide like this, is making her hot.
Her breathing becomes irregular as he pulls his mouth off of hers to straighten up again. He concentrates on fucking her roughly, manhandling her chest while he does it.
She can barely keep her eyes open, the assault on her body making her feel fuzzy.
He's groaning softly as he pushes into her and then he removes a hand from one of her tits, using it to smooth the hair that's falling into his face, backwards and off of his forehead.
Now that his dark eyes are visible, he looks into her green ones from above.
They both feel the same strong emotion in that moment, but neither of them verbalize it.
Instead, Sakura clenches her pussy around his dick and he lets go of her other breast so he can drop his torso against hers.
His hands sift into her hair, hers wrap around his back along with her legs, and he pushes in and out of her languidly now. Pace slow and sensual. If he fucked her rough to start, he could get away with transitioning to a slow pace after. The other way around, she didn't like as much. Slow to start made her bitchy.
Sakura sighs wistfully at the feel of him pressed over her body. She likes that she has access to this part of him.
No one else does. No one else sees him this vulnerable.
Sakura yells out from the angle he's hitting her at. One of his hands had moved down to her thigh, pushing her leg back and out again while moving his dick in and out of her, tortuously.
She'll come soon, he can feel it.
His other hand grabs at her jaw, keeping her still and in place so he can slide his tongue against hers.
Sakura mewls loudly, from the back of her throat, and then her whole body shakes beneath his while she's coming.
He pulls his tongue out of her mouth and moans deeply against her lips, the feeling of her spasming pussy fucking him up. Sakura's eyes pop open at the sound, to try and look at his face.
She doesn't think she's heard a noise like that from him before, and she'd been fucking him for half of her college career.
Dropping his forehead against hers, his feet still on the ground, his body still bent over hers, he finishes inside of her hotly.
Afterwards, neither of them speak for a while. He pulls out of her and drops himself facedown next to her.
Sakura stays on her back, looking at the ceiling in a daze. They both shift, so that they're on the bed more.
She dozes off, sometime after the flat of his hand has found its way to her abdomen. His face is turned towards hers and she'd been cognizant of him blinking slowly while staring absently at her side profile.
He doesn't fall asleep for another two hours, but he's okay with it.
TBC…
*Note on tube tying - where I live, anyone over the age of 21 who is of sound mind, can elect to undergo non-reversible sterilization without limiting factors. In this story Sakura gets this done as a minor w/her legal guardian signing off on the procedure. That's not a thing IRL… but this is (fan)fiction!
If you like Blow, check out other fics by illCat (me)
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Marionette: College AU with a twist. Multi-chapter WIP. Ch. 17 pending editing
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.
Pieces: Dark AU Prompts; Fantasy AU/Landlord AU. Ongoing
Story previews and teasers can be found on TW at illCatFF