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, hard drug use, illicit activities, graphic depictions of violence, 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 second half of a two part update. It was too long to post as one part.
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Blow Pt. V
Sakura is standing outside of Sasuke's car, near campus. She's bent over, leaning into his open driver's side window.
His car is nice, but isn't flashy. It's a jet black, the windows slightly tinted but not overly so.
"It's better if it's a car that everyone else has. Blends in. Not something unique. That's bad."
It's early and he's dropping her off for class, on his way out of town. It's the first instance of his vaguely referenced bi-monthly meeting as distributor. She'd slept over on a weeknight, having spent most of the night before today, running another drop of cash from Suigetsu's dealer network through several counters. She'd been in class when Suigetsu had linked up with Sasuke this time, and part of her questioned if Sasuke had scheduled the connect to conflict on purpose.
Regardless, Sasuke needed the cash counts accurate prior to this meeting and had made her re-run the splits four separate times.
Then, the two of them had organized and banded up the straps. It had been grueling and monotonous work.
She'd had her hair in a messy ponytail, opting for loose sweats and a cropped sweater while she worked for him, late into the night.
He'd been in street clothes for way too long in her opinion, not changing until he'd been satisfied that everything was straight. He had seriously thought that he might need to bounce out to fuck up Suigetsu.
"If I need to go and beat his ass this late in the night because he fucked something up, I'll do it."
His head is turned towards her now, the dark circles under his eyes prominent from the light of the overcast sky, hitting his skin. He is in a plain, black long sleeved shirt, his brother's necklace around his neck.
Sakura's arms are folded and resting on the window, while she stands in the street. She tilts her head to the side and gives him an inquisitive stare. He looks miserable.
"I have a headache," he says.
Sakura frowns at him, then lifts her hand and brushes some of his hair away from his eye.
She's leaned in farther and is in the middle of giving him a goodbye kiss, when someone on the sidewalk starts shouting out her name.
She pulls her lips off his, hovering near his face as she glances past him, across the car and through the rolled up, passenger side window. At her classmate on the sidewalk.
He's a guy she's usually partnered with on projects and his muffled voice is carrying, asking if she's coming to class.
Sakura eyes Sasuke apologetically, then pulls away, straightening up to yell back, over the top of the car.
"Yeah, go without me! Be there soon!"
Her classmate is squinting at the vehicle, trying to figure out who is driving it, but it's clear he can't see anything through the tint of the glass.
Sakura leans back down. Sasuke has since focused his attention on the burner phone held near his lap, scanning a message on the screen with an eyebrow raised.
"I gotta dip," he says, without looking up.
Sakura's fingers clench over the window frame and into the leather interior of the car door.
She'd been dragging this goodbye out for long enough, it seemed.
"When will you be back?" she asks.
He glances at her, then tucks his phone into his front pocket.
"Couple days."
From the corner of her eye, Sakura notices the people on the sidewalk thinning out. It's nearly the top of the hour and she's going to be late if she doesn't leave.
She nods her head mutely in understanding.
"I'll holler at you when I'm back," he says.
His hand drops to the gear shift. Sakura leans in through the window again and catches his lips with hers. Her eyes shut and one of her hands lifts up to tangle her fingers into his hair.
Her tongue is in his mouth and he's kissing her back lazily. Her hand drops from his hair to his shoulder, then she pulls away.
"Okay," she murmurs, against his mouth.
Sakura straightens up and Sasuke takes his hand off the gear shift, to grab at her bag in the passenger seat. He hands it to her through his window.
Taking it from him, she gives him one last glance, then looks down at her smartwatch. She's ten minutes late.
"Fuck! I'm so late!" she moans.
She walks off, pace fast. Yelling, "Bye!" over her shoulder as she heads to her lecture hall.
He waits until she's gone into the building, to drive away.
There is a dude in Sakura's house and it's not Naruto. Sasuke knows from the shoes he spots near her front door, after quietly letting himself inside.
He surveys the scene as he locks her door behind himself. There are textbooks and laptops and laptop chargers strewn about. There are cans of energy drinks knocked over and highlighters and post-its in varying colors, spread on both her coffee table and her dining table.
The guy himself is not in sight yet.
It's very obvious that they're working on something for school, but Sasuke finds himself unreasonably agitated nonetheless.
Sakura has her back turned and is in the kitchen.
"We can order a pizza?!" she yells, turning around.
She gasps in surprise when she spots Sasuke, lingering near the entranceway. He's been gone for several days and she hadn't heard from him for most of them.
"Sasuke!"
Stepping forward, she grips the edge of the quartz counter with one hand. There's a takeout menu clutched in the other.
"When did you get back?" she asks.
Sasuke gives her an unreadable look.
"Just now."
Sakura nibbles at her lower lip and her cheeks begin to flush.
Her classmate chooses that moment to come out of her bathroom.
"Did you say something about a pizza?" he asks.
He freezes mid-step and stares at Sasuke, eyes wide. Sasuke has that effect on people.
Sasuke recognizes this person as the goofy haired simp that had been annoyingly yelling out at Sakura on the sidewalk, when Sasuke had dropped her off before his 'business' trip.
Sakura walks swiftly to Sasuke and grabs his hand to get him out of here, concerned that he is going to go into nonsensical murder mode from discovering another man in her house.
"Yeah, Lee! The takeout menu is on my counter, take a look!" she says, laughing nervously.
She's yanking Sasuke by the hand forcibly, leading him to her bedroom.
"This is Sasuke," she adds on. Her voice is cheerful, but has an underlying note of strain to it.
Sasuke gives her project partner a death stare as a greeting, then looks back towards Sakura's body as she pulls him along.
Once she's tugged him into her room, she sticks her head back out to look at Lee and says, "I'll be right back!"
Then she slams the door shut.
Sasuke is tired and this is annoying to him.
"What are you doing?" he questions, looking down at her.
Sakura notes that he looks exceptionally grumpier than normal.
"We have a project due tomorrow," she says, looking up.
He breathes in and out, audibly.
"Are you going to be done soon?" he asks.
Sakura shakes her head in the negative.
"I was going to pull an all-nighter…" she says, trailing off.
His face becomes neutral and Sakura finds it unnerving. Sometimes, she gets thrown off when he exudes agitation, but then abruptly goes blank on her.
He turns away, pulling his firearm out from the back of his waistband and opening her bedside drawer to place it in there.
He doesn't push the drawer all the way shut. Leaving it slightly ajar so the gun is easily accessible, if needed.
Then, he sits on the edge of her bed and lifts each of his legs one at a time, taking his kicks off his feet, with his hands.
Once he's tossed his shoes to the ground, he gestures at her to come up to him. Sakura walks over slowly, then he grabs at her and starts making out with her.
She's standing between his legs, her hands on his shoulders while she sucks at his lower lip; barely needing to adjust herself, because him sitting is the same height as her standing. She pulls away once she feels his fingers sliding under the waistline of her stylish shorts.
"Stop that!" she whispers.
"Well hurry up and finish out there."
Sakura returns to her project partner, red in the face. She's slipped out of her room, shutting the door behind her.
Lee however, has put away half of his books and notes.
"Where are you going?" she questions.
He's bent over, unplugging his charger and zipping up his pens. His hands are moving frantically, like he can't put his things away fast enough.
"Is that your boyfriend?" he asks, nervously.
Sakura lifts a shoulder up, in response to his question.
"Looks," Lee starts, then gulps, "like an interesting gentleman."
Sakura sighs, frustrated.
"You can stay. It's fine!" she says.
He shakes his head vehemently, scanning his eyes around to check if he's left anything else behind.
"I'll finish off my half at home and we can just work out of the shared doc online," he says, firmly.
He glances at her, but does not make eye contact.
"Don't worry about it," he says, lifting up a hand. "It's getting so late anyway, you know?"
Lee starts backing up, towards the door.
"I think the bus stops running towards my apartment soon too," he adds on, voice cracking.
Sakura is looking at him like he's grown two heads, with the way he's talking a mile a minute and getting panicked.
His eyes keep darting to the closed bedroom door, as he continues to back up to leave.
Like really? she thinks. Sasuke isn't even out here anymore!
"Okay! No worries," she says. Her smile is fake. Lee was clearly a fucking pussy and she's judging the shit out of him.
"Bye!" he says, as he escapes out of her house.
Sakura stands there, shaking her head in disbelief. Then she stomps across the apartment and busts open the door to her bedroom.
Sasuke jumps a fraction, at the intrusion. He'd been lying on her bed facing the other direction, looking through his phone.
He turns his head to look at her over his shoulder and gives her a questioning stare.
"He left. You scared him away!" she complains.
Sasuke could care less.
"Come here, then," he states.
Sakura frowns as she gets closer.
"I still need to do the project though."
"You can do it after," he says.
"After what?"
He's sitting on the edge of her bed again, legs spread and feet flat on the floor.
Sakura is doing a handstand between his legs and he has her held open in the splits as he eats at her pussy and fingers her. He has one arm wrapped around her upside down waist, and his other hand is fucking with her clit while he tongues her.
Her hands are on the ground, her tits facing away from her bed. She can see the chair legs of her desk chair, and not much else from this vantage point.
Sakura's arms are starting to shake.
"This is ridiculous! Let me up!" she says, moaning.
He gets more rigorous with her, until she's coming and yelling. Then he moves his hands to her hips. Lifting her up to change her position with little effort, so that she's straddling him instead.
She braces her hands against his chest as she's righted, and the blood rushes from her head and down her body. She feels dizzy. Sasuke is still mostly clothed, but she is naked.
"I'm not doing that again!" she says, annoyed.
He looks pleased with himself for even thinking of it in the first place.
"I need to do my project, hurry up!" she complains. "You're taking your sweet ass time. You seemed tired. Where did you get the energy from?"
He is tired, but he wanted to taste her pussy after being away for a handful of days. He wouldn't mind fucking now too, but he understands the need for her to finish her assignment.
He nods at the direction of her open bedroom door, where he can see some of her materials still thrown about, from through the doorway.
"Fine. Come back after."
Sakura smacks at his shoulder and starts getting off of him, her legs shaky.
"Where else am I going to go after?" she retorts.
By the time Sakura comes back to her room, Sasuke has passed out.
Her mouth is open in a yawn, arms stretched above her head as she walks in. Surprised, she pauses, to look at him sprawled out on her bed.
He's on his back. His bad hand loosely resting on his stomach. His other arm is thrown across his eyes. He'd fallen asleep before taking his clothes off.
The only thing he'd removed were his shoes and socks, when he'd first arrived.
She tiptoes the rest of the way in, trying to be as quiet as possible so she doesn't disturb him.
She strips down to just her panties, her tits loose and out. Then she turns off the light.
Sakura slides into the bed after setting her phone alarm. She wants to press up against the heat of Sasuke's body, but keeps arguing with herself that it'll wake him up.
She's as close to him as possible, without actually touching him. Sleepy, but uncertain. She's never worried about waking him up before.
Sasuke flips over in his sleep, throwing an arm over her and pulling her tightly against himself, so that she's spooned in front of him.
Sakura bites at her lip, relaxing into his warmth.
Her pussy is getting wet from the physical contact, she can feel it. But there isn't much she can do about it right now. She circles her hips against him softly, to relieve some pressure. Then she falls asleep, in his crushing embrace.
It's a testament to how exhausted Sasuke actually is, that Sakura wakes up before him for once too. Especially because she'd been up most of the night, doing her project.
She's still annoyed at Lee for bailing at the sight of her intimidating boyfriend. It had added an extra two hours of time, to collaborate over the web.
Sakura reaches forward blindly, to grab her phone, turning off her alarm. Sasuke has slept through the sound.
Sliding out from under his arms, she sits up, looking down at him.
She's never left him asleep in bed, then left the house before. Neither at his place or her own. He was almost always up and on the move before her, so this difference is jarring.
It's not entirely clear what he's doing while he's away. Sakura can make a guess, but that's all it is. A guess.
She is not sure if she wants to the know the full extent of the details anyway. There's probably a good reason why he wouldn't tell her in the first place.
It's clearly exhausting the shit out of him though, and she frowns while eyeing his form. He turns away from her, still asleep, his body now closer to the end of the mattress.
The side of his face is pressed against a pillow and his arm ends up dangling off the edge of the bed.
Sakura glances at him one last time, then she gets out of bed. She needs to get ready to head to campus.
Naruto shows up at Sasuke's, while Sakura is there. Stretched out on Sasuke's couch, she's reading a book and is surprised to see her brother being let inside by her boyfriend.
"What are you doing here?" Naruto asks, giving her a dirty look.
Sakura narrows her eyes at him and flicks him off, while Sasuke is leading Naruto away and towards his office.
The two of them disappear into it, the door slamming shut.
What the fuck? she thinks. Weren't they trying to pummel the shit out of each other, last time they were together!?
Sakura abandons her book on the ground with no regard, then scrambles up and tiptoes towards the closed office door to eavesdrop.
"So, what do you want? Like an eight ball?" Sasuke asks.
Sakura's ear is pressed up hard against the door. She cringes when a soft squeak escapes from the door hinge, caused by her leaning too hard against the frame. She doesn't think the sound is loud enough to give her away though.
"Yeah," Naruto says. "And don't fucking remind me again, that you don't deal with that small of a quantity!"
Her brother was here to cop!? Did Sasuke even keep product in the house anymore?
"I don't," Sasuke responds to Naruto. "I'm doing you a favor."
She hears Sasuke's desk chair adjust as he takes a seat. Then she hears a chair being dragged against the floor. Naruto is probably moving the seat on the other side of Sasuke's desk back, so that he can sit too.
"Shut up!" Naruto complains.
There is silence for a moment, and then Sasuke says, "Here."
Sakura hears his desk drawer click shut afterwards.
"How much?" Naruto asks.
"On the house," Sasuke says.
She can hear a swiping sound, her brother likely snatching the free drugs off the surface of the table.
"Oh, fuck off!" Naruto says.
Sasuke laughs at him. There is silence again, and then Naruto asks, "What's Sakura doing here?"
Sakura hears the metal click of a lighter now. Her eyes roll. Sasuke is lighting a cigarette.
"She's not still selling for you, is she?" Naruto grills.
"No."
More silence.
"Okay…" Naruto drags the word out, like he's fishing for more information.
Sasuke knows him well enough it seems, to detect that.
"Spit it out. What are you trying to ask me?" he questions.
Sakura wrinkles her nose on the other side of the door. She can smell the smoke from his cig, seeping out from underneath the door crack.
"So... What is she doing instead?" Naruto asks, accusingly. "She's still rolling in cash and I know she doesn't have a traditional job to get that kind of paper."
Sasuke clicks his tongue, dismissive.
"Administrative work," he says, vaguely.
Naruto makes a sound of frustration in response to this.
"What the fuck does that even mean!?"
"Treasury and record keeping," Sasuke continues.
The sound of the chair scraping against the wood floor is heard again. Naruto has apparently stood up, abruptly.
"I'm gonna fucking punch you!" he yells.
Then his voice drops. Sakura can't make out what he's saying here.
"You understand me?" Naruto says, louder.
Sasuke is quiet, saying nothing for a full minute. Sakura can feel boob sweat forming on the underwire of her bra. She is straining so hard to stand still and hear what's going on, that it's building adrenaline in her body.
"Don't trip. I'm looking out," Sasuke says, finally. "I've been looking out this whole time."
Her brother growls here.
"You better have been, you fucking asshat!"
Sasuke lets Naruto get away with the insult.
"I got her back," he says, quietly.
Sakura's hand lifts, to rest against the door, next to her ear. She blinks slowly and her eyebrows draw together. She lets out a puff of air, getting some of her rosette strands out of her face while she continues to listen. After another minute or two of no one speaking, Naruto breaks the silence.
"You have any extra squares?" he asks Sasuke.
Sakura hears Sasuke make an agitated sound.
"Why are you always too fucking cheap to buy your own pack?" he complains. "I already gave you a sack for Free.99."
Naruto tsks, then says, "I don't smoke."
"You're a clown," Sasuke says. "Get the fuck out of here!"
Sakura hears a lighter flick again. Now Naruto was smoking. Figures.
"Where are you going anyways?" Sasuke asks.
"I dunno. Some club with some chick. She's hot," Naruto responds. "Why? You wanna come?"
Sasuke says nothing again. Sakura is beginning to notice that her brother and her boyfriend interacting, is a rather one-sided affair. They seem to understand each other though. She supposes that was typical to Sasuke, more than anything. Non-verbal responses were the norm, when dealing with him.
"You want to, don't you?" Naruto continues. From the sound of his voice, Sakura can tell that he is grinning while he's talking.
"Are you about to cash in on your, 'I go out once a year, golden ticket?' Bastard?"
The sound of Sasuke's desk chair rolling back, then hitting the wall behind it, is now heard. He'd likely stood up too.
"I don't think you're funny," he says, voice gruff.
"You do though," Naruto taunts.
Sakura is getting annoyed. What were they even talking about in there anymore?
"Sakura's standing outside the door. You know that right?" Sasuke asks.
Naruto laughs.
"Yeah, she's not slick," her brother says.
Her eyes get big. She can hear Sasuke's footsteps from the other side, coming towards her.
Crap!
She backs away from the door, just as Sasuke yanks it open.
He looks down at her guilty face, then says, "We're going out."
Sakura feels awkward. She needs more alcohol for this outing.
Her stepbrother is trying to woo someone. Sasuke looks like he wants to kill someone.
And she's sitting sandwiched between the two of them, pressing her legs together, so she doesn't give any of the randoms in this club a view of what she thinks might be her skankiest set of underwear.
She is wearing a silver, sequined, backless mini-dress with thin, halter straps.
They'd split up from Naruto before going out. Sakura had gone to her apartment to change. She had used a fat chunk of tape to get the dress to stick in place at her boobs. Sasuke had tagged along, sitting on her bed and staring while she fussed around with the adhesive she was sticking to her tits, in her full length mirror.
She had to punch him in the arm so he wouldn't try to fuck her afterwards and ruin it.
Sakura hadn't warded him off successfully though.
He'd bent her over her bed and plowed into her while standing up behind her. He'd remained almost fully clothed, unzipping his slimmer fit, black jeans without dropping them to the floor. The bottom of her dress had been flipped up, to expose her ass and pussy. She had not put on her panties yet, so the access had been easy. Her arms had been folded behind her back, each of her hands gripping an opposite elbow.
Sasuke had kept her pinned down with one of his hands, holding her arms together at her back. His other hand had been digging into the flesh of her ass. The side of her face had been pressed into the mattress, and she could feel the sequins on the front of her dress snagging against the bedspread.
Her cunt had been embarrassingly wet while he nailed her and her toes were getting sore from remaining on her feet, while bent over in her high-heeled shoes.
Unsurprisingly, Sakura had been forced to re-tape half the dress afterwards and had been pissed.
"Did you not see how long that took me the first time!? Asshole!"
He'd actually hoped that she'd be too lazy to repeat that process, maybe opting to wear something else instead. Preferably a garment that had enough fabric to keep her tits from falling out of it. That wasn't the case. She'd went right back to the mirror, this time taping the material to the skin of her tits with overly aggressive motions, glaring at him every two seconds in the reflection.
Luckily, her make-up hadn't been on yet for it to get ruined. She'd caked on the dark eyeshadow, mascara and eyeliner afterwards. It had been harder to glare at him while she was concentrating on painting her face, so she'd quit it and forgotten about him. Jumping in surprise, when he'd made a comment about how long she was taking.
They'd picked up Naruto afterwards. Since his date had chosen to meet him at the bar, he'd sat by himself in the back seat. Sakura had spent the entire drive to the club, begging Sasuke and Naruto to let her try some coke.
"Come on! This isn't fair!" she'd complained at Sasuke. "You literally handed him three and a half grams for free and I'm still not allowed to try it!?"
The men had ignored her completely, instead talking to each other about random shit and acting like she wasn't there.
Once Sasuke had parked his car outside the club, he'd exchanged a look with Naruto in the rearview mirror.
Sakura was in the middle of unfastening her seatbelt, expression sour, when her brother's arm extended forwards. The bag of blow in his hand was being waved in front of her face.
Perking up, she'd accepted it from him, but it had very quickly turned into the most, 'I wish I never asked,' experience of her life.
The two of them had stared her down with so much intensity as she did it, that she wanted to scream.
Naruto had stared her down from where he'd remained sitting in the back seat, while Sasuke had stared her down from the driver's seat.
Self consciously, she'd taken just a small amount that she'd scooped out of the dime bag with the nail of her pinky. Sasuke and Naruto supervised her every movement in tense silence.
Daintily, and with her lips pressed together in agitation, she'd closed the seam of the tiny baggy back up, and handed it back to her brother.
She was never going out with them, together, ever again. They were undoubtedly buzzkills, teamed up together in this capacity.
They have a private table at the club, just like the last time she'd been out with them all those years ago. When she'd met Sasuke for the first time.
Sakura had checked the cost of the table service online on her phone, after they'd been seated. It was essentially equivalent to the down payment of a small car.
"I'm not standing around in that," Sasuke had said, eyeing the crowd from the entrance, with derision.
Sakura had not realized that Sasuke was so highbred.
They way he'd acted like a wild animal while she ate in front of him at a fast casual restaurant, did not parallel right to this.
She says as much to him now, leaning in close to his ear, so that he can hear her.
"I flipped doses and other random shit at places like this a long time ago," he shrugs. "It's whatever to me."
Sakura looks at his side profile, thoughtfully.
She can't really picture him doing bitchwork like that. But she supposed he had to have started somewhere, before he ended up at the top. Being the distro.
There's no way Naruto was willing to throw any cash down to contribute to this. It was obvious to her that Sasuke was footing the entire bill. Now she gets why her brother had wanted Sasuke to come. He'd known his friend wouldn't have been down to stand amongst a group of fucked up people at a nightclub. This alternative VIP experience made Naruto look good in front of his date.
His date seemed shy, but Sakura hadn't missed the way the busty girl's eyes had gleamed when she'd spotted her brother waving her over to their roped off table.
Sakura feels stiff and edgy as the men on either side of her press into her. Her arms are pushing into her sides and Naruto and Sasuke are both manspreading their legs into her space.
She leans her head back, against the back of the long booth they're all seated in. The table in front of them is low and far enough away that she can stretch her legs forward. But she is not understanding why they are all sitting like this. Couldn't Naruto sit across from them instead?!
She is overhearing bits and pieces of the sappy bullshit Naruto is whispering to the date he has pressed into his other side, and Sakura would rather not.
Sakura liked to drink and let loose, but this outing with her older brother and her reclusive lover is weirding her out.
Naruto finally gets up and leads his girl away and Sakura relaxes, albeit not by much. The music is loud and the lights are so dim they might as well not be on.
Naruto disappears from sight, there under one flash of a strobe light and gone the next. Eaten by the crowd of people who are not allowed access to this side of the club.
Once he's left, Sasuke throws an arm over Sakura's bare shoulders.
She straightens up to sip at the drink in her hand, then tosses her head back and finishes it. The ice in her plastic cup sloshes about at the bottom, with the spastic motion.
She's about to turn towards Sasuke, to finally have some fun and maybe make out with him, when she notices that someone is walking out of the crowd and in her direction.
Oh no, she thinks.
Fuck.
She's slept with this person before. Maybe a handful of times, before she got bored of him and started casually fucking her drug dealing boss instead.
She tries to shake her head at the guy, without Sasuke noticing, but Sasuke doesn't miss much. If anything, Sakura has made it worse by attempting to shut it down.
Her ex-booty call had already stopped a distance away.
He's giving her a look that is not subtle and Sasuke has already followed Sakura's line of sight and seen it.
Sasuke retracts his arm from around her shoulders, but doesn't pull it back all the way.
Instead, he grips the back of her neck with his hand. It's hidden by her hair and the wall behind them, but she still feels like it's a behind closed doors touch and not one for a crowded nightclub.
He leans in close to her ear, hand still at her nape.
"What are you looking at?" he asks, voice low.
Sakura shakes her head minutely, reaching her arm forwards to deposit her empty cup on the low table.
"N—nothing," she stutters back, looking down at her heels.
She feels him inhaling and exhaling near the skin of her neck and it makes her shiver involuntarily.
"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he questions.
Swallowing, Sakura presses her legs together for a different reason now.
Turning her head to look at his face, she shakes her head, attempting to convey a no.
She is too noticeably fidgety for him to believe her though.
He drops the hand that's not behind her neck, to her knee, sliding it up the inside of her leg brazenly. The feel of his palm trailing up her skin causes her legs to part on reflex.
Once his fingers graze the edge of her panties, he pulls back, straightening up.
He doesn't give a fuck that people can see.
Sakura doesn't look back into the crowd for that guy again. He wasn't going to approach her after that show of possession.
With the both of them now feeling wound up and agitated, Sasuke and Sakura leave the venue so that she can fuck him in the parking lot. In the driver's seat of his car.
She'd held onto his hand as he'd led her out to it, her heels clacking against the pavement as she attempted to keep up with his long strides.
He had slid his chair back all the way, so her back wouldn't hit the steering wheel while she straddles him.
The chair is reclined, but not by much. His back is leaning against it, his pants and boxers rolled down to his bent knees while his shoed feet rest flat on the floor of the car, near the gas and brake pedals. Sakura's dress is bunched up, exposing her ass. The middle strap of her G-string is pushed to the side, so Sasuke can access her pussy.
He seems upset with her. He won't kiss her and he's pushing and pulling at her too hard while she circles her hips over him.
She likes it rough from him when she asks for it, but that feels different than this.
"Why are you mad?" she asks, stopping her movement.
She'd been holding onto his shoulders for support, but her hands slide down to his clothed chest now. Her palms rest against the cloth of his black shirt. Sakura adjusts her heeled feet while she waits for him to respond, so she isn't stabbing herself with them while riding him.
He doesn't answer, instead gripping at her harder and looking her up and down with a hard look on his face.
"You're hurting me," she says, quietly.
He raises an eyebrow at her, fingers still digging painfully into the flesh of her hip.
"I thought you liked that?" he questions, sarcastically.
She frowns at his face, in the dark.
"You're being a jerk," she says.
He eases up on her, but he still seems agitated.
Sakura isn't as wet as she usually is and this is now getting overly uncomfortable for her.
Giving him a pained look, she says, "It hurts. I'm not wet enough."
That's a first. He looks at her, exasperated now.
She was confusing him on how she wanted it and when she wanted it a certain way.
Though admittedly, he was projecting. As a result, he was not being attentive enough to get her going. He knew what he was irritated about didn't really make sense.
Some random asshole at a bar, clearly overfamiliar with his lover's body, trying to approach her for a nostalgia fuck.
It's not like she would have said yes.
Knowing he was being nonsensical annoyed Sasuke further. Almost everything he did was rooted in logic and sense. If being with Sakura was going to make him be irrational, then he was going to have a problem.
Grabbing at the back of her neck to pull her towards himself, he finally joins their lips together.
Sakura feels herself relax and presses closer to him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and sliding it against his.
One of her hands comes up from his chest, to rest on the side of his face. Separating her mouth from his, she keeps her nose touching his, as she pants against his lips. Her eyes are half-shut.
Moving his hand from her neck, down her back, he rests it between her exposed shoulder blades. Sakura is leaning into him with ease now. Slick and sliding around his cock without any further complaints.
The hand he had gripping her hip, comes to rub at her clit. Sakura grinds into him harder while he plays with her pussy.
He can feel her going into her orgasm and he concentrates on coming at the same time as her.
Both her arms end up wound around his neck, her hands clutching at his dark hair. He holds her against himself as they come together, their eyes hooded and their faces still close.
It's two days later and Naruto is still suffering from his hangover. He's alone at his apartment, questioning his life choices and coming to terms with the fact that he's getting too old to booze until 4 o'clock in the morning. Bedridden, because he feels like shit, his mind wanders.
He knows Sasuke thinks he's an idiot.
But Sasuke underestimates him too often. It does not escape him that while Sakura had not known much about Sasuke's existence before she met him, Sasuke had known a fair amount about hers.
Naruto's memory is too crappy to remember what sorts of random bullshit he used to confide or vent about to Sasuke about Sakura, but he does know that he did it fairly frequently for a couple of years.
Frequently enough to have inadvertently painted some sort of picture about his kid sister to his psycho on a bad day, drug slinging BFF.
How the fuck was he supposed to know that getting things off his chest about her, was likely intriguing that bastard. And if not outright intriguing him, it was probably funneling him with some level of insatiable curiosity.
Now that they'd all gone out together again, this time on a double date, Naruto is trying very hard to remember the events leading up to that fated night at the club, from years ago.
He is specifically trying to pinpoint the sequencing.
He was going out for his birthday and had planned it a week in advance.
Had Sasuke been invited at that point? Had he known he was promoted yet, to come out and celebrate?
No. He had been promoted that very day.
Sakura's fake ID. When did she get that…? Naruto thinks.
She got it specifically so she could come out for his birthday. She'd been in the confirmed group that would be in attendance, pretty much from the jump.
Naruto closes his eyes, thinking hard.
Sasuke had not said if he was coming, until the day of. He had called Naruto, telling him he was promoted, because he had no one else to share that with.
"Nice. Congrats man," Naruto had said.
"Thanks."
"You coming to my birthday, jerk-off?"
"Is that tonight?" Sasuke questions, his voice annoyingly deep.
"Yup!" Naruto confirms.
Naruto rightfully assumes that Sasuke is planning to say no, but the bastard asks him who is going, to seem like less of an asshole.
Naruto lists out a bunch of names, some of them probably familiar to Sasuke and some of them not.
"...and my sister too," he concludes.
"I thought your sister wasn't 21 yet?" Sasuke asks. His tone had been sharp.
"She got a fake," Naruto says.
There is silence on the line.
"I'll come, but not for your birthday. Gotta celebrate the promo."
Naruto's eyes widen in the present.
That fucking bastard.
Naruto frowns.
Sasuke had probably wanted to meet Sakura, simply because Naruto talked about her all the time.
He doubts Sasuke had planned some nefarious and elaborate, 'I will be your employer and then take you to bed,' long game.
That was too high-effort for that asshole to even consider. Naruto knew Sasuke well enough to know that he did not have the patience for that kind of angle.
Sakura was fun, perceptive and clever.
She had probably trapped and suckered Sasuke's unsuspecting ass before he even knew what was happening. All on her own.
Naruto smirks to himself. Leave it to Sakura to fuck Sasuke's shit up.
Sasuke is still acting off with Sakura, for a couple of days after the outing. He's stopped by her apartment, killing an hour before needing to rendezvous with Suigetsu to collect money from him and replenish his inventory.
Except, Sasuke is just passive aggressively hovering in her kitchen with his jacket still on. Staring at his phone while he leans against her countertop. He's not facing the living room. Presenting her with his back, while he faces the stove and her cabinets.
"You're being weird," she says.
Sakura is trying to work on an assignment while on her couch. She's lying on her back, her head resting on the edge of the sofa and her knees bent. Her laptop is propped up between her stomach and her thighs and she keeps peeking at him over the top of the screen every couple minutes.
Without turning around or looking up from his device, he asks, "How?"
Sakura frowns deeply, typing a couple sentences on her paper in an overly aggressive fashion. She groans loudly before she responds.
"You just are!" she says, frustrated.
Sasuke shrugs, avoiding the confrontation. When he heads out, he doesn't say goodbye.
Once he's gone, Sakura dumps her computer onto her coffee table. Her focus is shot.
The next day, Sakura is at his condo. She'd spent several hours counting through Suigetsu's collections, prepping the stacks so that she could input the necessary values into the property spreadsheets.
Something is not adding up with either her counts, or the formulas in the file. She glares at Sasuke's laptop on his desk, attempting to unhide a number of fields so that she can figure out what's wrong.
She is not in the mood to recount the physical cash and is hoping that she's made an error in the data entry instead.
Tapping her long nails against the metal edge of the computer, she lets out a breath of air in agitation.
This sort of bullshit has her missing the simple days of being the campus plug.
There is almost nothing sexy or exciting about the paperwork behind laundered money.
Slapping both of her palms against his desk, she stands up. Deciding that she needs a break from this.
She walks down the hallway, heading towards the kitchen for a drink. Sasuke is on the couch, rubbing at his temples as she walks by. He glances at her, then straightens up once she's moved past him.
He's less weird today than he had been the day previous, so she cautiously asks him if he wants a drink too.
He mutters something that sounds close enough to a yes, so Sakura digs out the last two beers in his sparse fridge, for them to drink. She holds the cans up close to her face, as she walks back towards the couch. They both have dents in them.
"How old are these?" she asks, sitting down next to him.
Taking the can she's extending out to him, he grimaces then says, "I have no fucking idea."
Sakura glares, taps the top of her can in case it's going to explode, then opens it. She sniffs it, then chugs half of it in one go.
Pulling the can from her lips, she says, "You need to stock your fridge!"
He's cracked his open, taking more reserved sips than her.
"I don't have time to."
Leaning forward, Sakura sets her drink down on the coffee table and says, "Yeah, I noticed. There's never anything to eat here and I'm always hungry," she grumbles.
Sasuke shrugs, downing the rest of his drink.
Sakura is about to give him an update on the snag she's running into with the counts, but stops herself when he asks her a question that makes her sputter in surprise.
He wants to know about her most ridiculous sexual experiences.
Sakura's face is as pink as her hair.
"I'm not—I'm not telling you!"
Why is he asking me this all of a sudden?! she thinks. Is it because of that awkward shit that happened at the club?
"Why?" he questions, looking at her seriously.
Sakura's mouth drops open.
"What do you mean, 'Why?!'"
He lifts a hand up, nonplussed.
"You'll freak out!" she continues.
He drops his hand, crushing the now empty can of beer in his other fist, before tossing it onto the table.
"Why would I freak out?" he asks.
Sakura gives him a disbelieving look. She's quiet for a while, questioning if it's actually safe to answer this. Taking a deep inhalation, she turns her body towards him on the couch. Then she speaks.
"I knew these twin brothers on campus and I let them—"
Sasuke cuts her off abruptly, shutting his eyes and grinding his teeth, "STOP," he says. "Stop. Just... Stop talking."
Sakura purses her lips, shaking her head.
Idiot. What had he expected her to say?
"What about you?" she counters, crossing her arms.
Drumming his fingers against his thigh, he looks contemplative for a moment. His legs are spread while he sits, and his gaze is on the warped beer can he's tossed onto the coffee table.
He glances at her, straight-faced. Blinking a couple times before responding.
"I slept with a man once."
What?!
He lifts a shoulder at her bug eyed expression, uncaringly, then looks away from her. Sex was sex to him.
Sakura continues to stare at him, wide eyed. She had SO many questions.
Instead of asking them, she goes into a smirk. Then says, "I guess it's not that weird."
Turning back to her, he raises an eyebrow, expecting her to continue her train of thought.
"I dated a girl for five months freshman year!" she says, grinning pridefully.
He's picturing Sakura having sex with a woman now and he can't get the image out of his brain.
Part of him wants the explicit details, but he's not going to ask.
He doesn't want to continue this game that he's started. He shakes his head and stands up to exit this conversation, before more absurd backstory spills out from either of their mouths.
Sasuke is angry. After their tell-all on his couch, Sakura had shifted gears. Her perceptiveness and organizational skill shining through, as she explained to him that something was off with the accounting.
He'd spent an hour recounting straps with her last night. Then another hour reviewing the input sheet, while she stood over his shoulder, pointing out the flagged errors on the screen to him.
Today, he's in his car alone. Waiting for Suigetsu to drive up in his own whip, to link.
They rarely connect at this spot, it getting burnt up several years ago by one of Sasuke's since deceased dealers.
This spot is no longer hot though. The feds had their eye on other areas, unrelated to this operation. Sasuke knows this, because he had a G-man on payroll.
His lieutenant pulls up, parking his car in the opposite direction from Sasuke's, so that their driver side windows are next to each other.
Suigetsu rolls the glass down, glances left and right, then says, "What's good?"
Sasuke's window is already open, his car turned off. He gets straight to the point, his patience already worn thin. This is something he deems a large issue of oversight.
"We're losing money. What's going on?" he questions. His brow is furrowed and his face has that notable tinge of, 'don't fuck with me' spilling out of its pores.
Suigetsu knew he'd been in trouble before he'd even gotten here. It had not helped prep him for the murderous intent oozing out of his boss, in his direction.
"So, this guy has been late the past four times," Suigetsu says, nervously.
Sasuke responds with, "Okay," then proceeds to stare at him from his car, his hands not visible. Not being able to see Sasuke's hands, makes Suigetsu edgier.
"That's it. That's the reason," Suigetsu says.
Suigetsu turns his car off, it had been running and the sound of the engine is making him jumpier.
"What have you been doing about it?" Sasuke questions.
Suigetsu lifts his hand up, gesturing at nothing in particular.
"I beat him up a bunch, a couple times," he says.
Sasuke narrows his eyes, jaw clenched.
"That's not enough," he starts. "This is way too much money he's fucking eating and he's sitting right under you."
Suigetsu is now clutching at his steering wheel, because he feels like his hands are tremoring and he does not want Sasuke to see.
"...Really fucked him up good I think," Suigetsu adds on, unhelpfully.
Sasuke shakes his head in agitation, then leans out of his window.
"Where's that gotten you?" he asks. He lifts his hand up and points his finger at Suigetsu repeatedly, for emphasis, while he talks. "He's pocketing my profits. At this point, you need to handle it."
Suigetsu cringes. He hasn't had to call this type of retribution yet and he's admittedly feeling green in doing so.
He'd iced plenty of dudes when Sasuke called it before. He was a hitman for fuck's sake. He axed people when he was asked to.
...But he's never made the decision to end someone himself.
"About that..." he says.
The look on Sasuke's face is not pleasant.
His first course of action would be to fuck Suigetsu up too, for mishandling this. But with the iota of mercifulness that he possesses, Sasuke is going to give him one pass, since Suigetsu has never held this role before.
He says this to him, in fewer words.
His bleached haired associate raises his shaking hands up.
"Okay. Okay! I just. I slept with his cousin a couple times you know? It would make it a little awkward between us if I suddenly axed her relative!"
Sasuke gives him a look, moving his body back into his car after being leaned out of it.
"I don't give a fuck what you did!" he seethes. "Do your fucking job. Next time you mishandle shit like this..." Sasuke pauses here, to start his car.
His gaze is briefly in his vehicle, changing the gear from park, to drive.
He gives Suigetsu a pointed look again, then says, "...I replace you."
Suigetsu had told his boss he wasn't afraid of him when he'd gotten this promotion. But he'd been full of shit. Being replaced didn't mean you got to do something else instead.
It meant you were dead.
"Okay. I'm on it."
Sasuke nods at him, expression nasty. Then he drives away.
Sakura is riding Sasuke on his couch while he sits in the middle of it. This is the way he liked to fuck when he was feeling exceptionally tired and lazy.
It made it so he'd exude the least amount of energy possible, while still getting his dick wet.
Teaching Sakura how to launder his money, hand-holding Suigetsu in his new role, and dealing with the supplier and the manufacturer on top of it was wiping him out.
His eyes are closed and his head is leaned back, his throat exposed while she bounces on him. His lips part, once she starts sucking on his neck.
Sakura's hands are on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin while she picks herself up and drops herself hard.
He hisses at a particularly aggressive drop and his eyes pop open. He'd had his arms spread across the back of the couch. A posture he defaulted to, when they fucked like this. He brings an arm down now though, to grab at her waist with his hand and still her harsh movements.
Sakura stops moving, out of breath. She looks at him uncertainly.
He doesn't lift his head. Instead, he's looking at her down the tip of his nose, with his head still leaned back.
"Slower," he says.
She pouts back at him, since she wants it fast. But, she moves as he asks. Now circling her hips on him slowly. Picking herself up off his length, waiting and then slowly sliding back down.
He groans at the feeling. His other arm comes off the back of the couch to grip her other hip and now he helps guide her the way he wants, over himself.
Sasuke keeps his bruising hold at her hipbones, to ensure she doesn't speed up.
His head lifts and he looks at her tits, then down to where he's penetrating her tight pussy.
She's feeling hot all over, now that he's taken control of how he wants her to ride him.
Regardless, she still complains at him.
"You're going too slow!" Sakura moans.
She lets out a sound of frustration, as he continues the sensuous pace.
He doesn't respond, sighing internally at her bitching. Her lack of appreciation for this kind of sex continues to annoy him.
He didn't mind fucking her into the cushions or plowing into her on his dining table when the sex had been more sporadic. But it was frequent now and he doesn't have the energy to do it that way all the time.
Wishing that she would have just rode him the way he wanted until he was ready to come, he picks her up by the waist and tosses her onto her back, on the couch.
Sakura yelps in surprise at the sudden change. He crawls on top of her and grabs at her hands, pinning her arms above her head by holding her hands in place with his. Then he slides into her wetness again.
His eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at her face up close, pressed against her. His cock inside of her. One of her legs is falling off the side of the couch. The other wraps around his waist.
"I don't feel like railing into you the way you want, all the time," he says.
Her fingers tighten around his and she frowns back at him, while he moves in and out of her.
She shakes her head to get some hair out of her face, then says, "I don't like slow!"
Taking in a deep breath, he frowns while looking down at her now. He knew this already.
Releasing one of her arms, he slides his coarse hand down the side of her nude body. Stopping at her chest to fondle her tits, then moving farther downwards, to grasp her thigh. Holding her there, he lifts her leg from where it's dangling off the edge of the couch, and wraps it around his waist. Keeping his hand on her leg, to hold her against himself securely.
"Slow can feel good," he says.
Now that one of her hands are free, Sakura rests it on his shoulder, then slides it across his upper back. Eventually burying it into his hair.
Her eyes flutter shut and she moans because he's hitting her in that one spot that makes her toes curl.
Briefly, she bites at her bottom lip. Then she opens her eyes and licks her lips.
"I never said it didn't feel good," she grumbles.
Sasuke rolls his eyes at her. She didn't make any fucking sense. The hand he has hers clutched in, tightens around her fingers, above her head.
He presses his lips against hers, pushing his tongue in and sliding it first against the front of her teeth, then farther back into her mouth. Sakura's answering moan is drowned out.
Gripping the thigh he's holding against himself more firmly, he then fucks into her roughly to finish this out. She gasps at the sudden and unexpected change in pace, her fingers pulling at his hair, her nails scratching down his back.
Sakura is on the side of her body, asleep in her bed. Sasuke had been gone for a couple days now. When he was gone for his meetings, she didn't work.
He didn't want her dealing with Suigetsu without him around.
"I used to deal with you, when you were doing his job though. What's the difference?" she questions.
"That's not the same. And you're not working for him. You're working for me."
He preferred to connect with Suigetsu himself, within a day of his return.
Right now, her laptop is on the mattress behind her. Running the end of some trashy TV show.
In front of her, she's clutching a pillow shaped like a cat, her body curled around it.
Sasuke is standing over her, running his fingers through her choppy hair. It looked different again. She got a haircut while he was gone.
Bending over, he presses his mouth to hers.
Sakura's nose scrunches up and her eyebrows draw together. Then, she's blinking awake.
"Sasuke!" she exclaims, muffled against his lips. "You're back?" she asks, leaning away.
Eyeing her from up close, he says, "Yeah," gruffly. He's still bent over her bed, his hands on the mattress to support his weight.
Sakura smiles at him blearily.
"I missed you…" she says, trailing off.
Sasuke lifts a hand and taps her forehead with two of his fingers, but he doesn't say anything.
Grabbing his hand away from her head, Sakura holds it instead.
"What time is it?" she asks.
"10:00 a.m."
Her mouth opens and she yawns, then says, "I was up late watching a show." Narrowing her eyes at him, she asks, "Did you sleep last night?"
Sasuke shakes his head. No. He was traveling.
Sakura nods at her bed, inviting him into it.
Pulling his hand out of her grasp, he reaches over her, picking up her laptop to close it and put it on her desk. He's already removed his outerwear and she wonders how long he'd been here for, standing over her.
Sakura shuts her eyes, dozing while he empties his pockets, strips, and kicks off his shoes. Then he gets underneath her blanket and grabs at her from behind.
Her eyes open and she turns in his arms, so she's facing him. Her arms end up folded and tucked between their bodies.
Sliding her bare legs between his, she leans in and kisses at his neck.
He takes an audible inhalation and Sakura laughs at the reaction.
Sasuke smacks her ass, then says, "I'm tired."
She is too. Her eyes are drooping. "I didn't do anything!" she responds.
Sakura falls asleep again, tangled up in him. He's drowsy, but he acknowledges to himself that he likes this feeling. Of being loved by her.
It's a couple hours later. They had woken up and are lounging in her bed after a rigorous fuck. Sakura is out of it. Her pussy is sore and her thoughts are hazy.
This 'operational' trip of Sasuke's, had lasted longer than the last one. It's a Sunday and she was hoping to spend the day with him, before doing some homework and having to likely balance his books.
She's lying on her side now, tucked under one of his arms. Facing him while he lies on his back.
"Stop that," he grumbles.
She'd been sliding the tip of her toes up and down his shin.
"Why? Are you ticklish?" she asks.
Turning his head, he gives her a mean glare that makes her giggle.
Sakura presses forwards, to push her lips against his. His tongue is in her mouth, when his burner phone vibrates behind her, from where he's placed it on the bedside table.
Keeping their lips connected, he reaches over her body with his other arm to grab at it. Sakura bristles at the disruption and looks pouty once he's straightened up and turned away from her.
He's looking at the screen lazily at first, but then he's alert, squinting at it in concentration.
He'd been squinting a lot more than usual lately, she'd noticed. It happened most often in the mornings, when he was still bleary eyed from sleep.
Bringing the screen closer to his face, his eyebrows furrow and his lip curls.
"I need to go," he says.
Sakura's pout morphs into an expression of upset.
"But—but you just got here!" she complains.
He glances at her, eyebrows still drawn together.
She looks sad.
Sighing, he kisses her cheek then untangles from her body and makes to get off the bed.
He's grabbing at his clothes strewn over the ground quickly, to get dressed.
"Sorry. Come over later."
Sakura sits up. She's still naked, but she pulls at her bedsheet to cover her chest. Her ceiling fan was on and it was making her cold, now that the heat from his body wasn't pressed next to her.
"When?" she questions, watching him zip-up and button his pants.
He disappears from her sight, bending over to grab at something from under her bed.
When he straightens up, his glock is in his hand. He must've stashed it there when he was undressing earlier. Releasing the weapon's magazine, he checks to ensure it's loaded with bullets, before pushing the mag back into the grip. Then he's tucking the gun into the back of his waistband.
"I'll tell you when," he responds, glancing at her.
She nods, reluctantly.
This sucked. Selfishly, she wishes he was never promoted. She liked the way things were. Before.
His eyes are scanning her room now, looking for his shirt. Sakura toes at it, it's near the foot of the bed. She lifts up her foot with the garment pinched between her big and little toe.
He leans over to grab it from her, then yanks it on.
"It's backwards," she observes.
He rights it, pockets his phone, then walks towards his jacket hanging on her desk chair.
"Where are you going?" she questions. He's in a rush and she's curious about what's going on.
"Suigetsu's fucking up. I gotta handle it."
Sakura cringes.
Handle it.
Sometimes handling something was tame, but more often than not it was violent.
She's pulled her sheet around her shoulders now, back slouched. Deflated.
"Okay. Be—be careful?"
His back had been turned while he was pulling on his coat, absently eyeing the half-written notes in the open notebooks on her desk.
Turning back to her, he assesses her worried expression. Her vulnerable and naked form, half hidden from him, beneath a flimsy sheet.
Stepping towards her again, he drops one hand to her mattress and grabs at her chin with the other, to lean in and give her a kiss.
Sakura responds to it, then eyes him wearily as he pulls away. They don't speak.
Then he's leaving.
"I'll hit you up, later," he tosses, as he walks out.
For some inexplicable reason, she feels uneasy by this.
Sakura stays hunched under her sheet, staring unseeingly out her bedroom doorway for a long time after he's gone.
TBC…
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