Pieces
Loosely edited Alternate Universe prompts, featuring Sasuke and Sakura. Mostly dark.
Disclaimer: M for sexual content, mature themes, alcohol and language. If you are under 18 and not mature enough to read this content, please do not proceed.
Sexting AU | alternate title "Delayed" —
Sakura messes with Sasuke while he's stuck at the airport.
Written for SSsmutweek Day 2: Sexting
I'm not going to make it for the dinner you planned. All flights out of here are grounded until tm
Sasuke shoots the text off to the woman that's waiting for him, twirling his phone in his hand afterwards.
He's in a bad mood.
He's been traveling for close to ten hours. One brief, two hour flight stands in the way of him getting home to Sakura. But said flight has been canceled due to inclement weather. Just like all other flights to and from this middle of nowhere airport. He'd been out of town for work, being forced to travel domestically in order to work out of a client's office for the past several days.
All week, Sakura had sent him excited messages about a homemade 'romantic' dinner she'd planned for his return. Ignoring half of her texts, because she'd become repetitive and long winded in hyping the event up, he sits sullenly in a chair, deciding to read them all in detail now.
His rolling suitcase is on the ground next to his feet and one of his elbows is on the armrest of the airport seat, while he scrolls through his phone.
On Monday:
I got two bottles of wine, white for me and red for you!
On Tuesday:
I know I said pasta from scratch and sauce from scratch, but do you think you'll actually want to eat that on Friday? Should we change it to surf 'n' turf instead?
Hello? Sasuke?
What kind of steak should I get?
He's not sure what's going on with her attention span on Tuesday, but he lets her know that pasta is fine and to chill out. He has no idea what the fuck he's going to want to eat on Friday, but he'll eat whatever she puts in front of him, so it doesn't matter either way.
On Wednesday:
I'm planning on setting the table really nice for it! There's going to be candles! Mood lighting!
…so don't ruin the mood by knocking one over again.
Date night!
I miss you.
Also on Wednesday:
Some asshole at the store yelled at me for taking too long in front of the tomatoes. I dared him to fight me! And by extension, I dared him to fight you! I was like, "I'm picking tomatoes to make sauce for a tomato fiend, jerk-off. Try and mess with me!"
Concerned, he'd responded to that one right away, telling her not to pick fights with random dudes in public. Over fucking tomatoes of all things.
He'd also added on:
Don't sign me up for fights either. Are you crazy? What if he ends up being our neighbor or some shit?
Last night, on Thursday:
And before I forget, I planned something suuuuper fun for dessert ;)
Sakura hasn't responded to his text that he's delayed. He knows she's disappointed. He sighs, deciding to call her.
She picks up after a handful of rings. Rather than saying hello, she goes straight into talking. Her voice is muffled and she clearly sounds upset.
"I checked the cost of a rental car and how many hours it would take you to get here," she says.
Sasuke makes a face.
"You wouldn't like the result of my findings, so I guess you're stuck," she concludes.
He shakes his head. He's not planning to drive. Especially because it would be impossible to do so, across the large body of fucking water that's inconveniently geographically placed between here and their home. Silently, he agrees that driving back is not a viable option. He'll just have to wait it out.
"Sorry," he says, quietly.
Sakura groans.
"This sucks," she says.
"Yeah," he agrees.
They're both silent on the line for a while. Listening to each other breathe. Sasuke eyes a woman and her child across the waiting area. She's scolding the kid for trying to stick his fingers in a power outlet.
"Well, text me when you know something," Sakura says, finally.
He thinks about all the excitement and preparations she'd been making for the past week and he frowns.
"I'll make it up to you," he says.
Sakura laughs lightly in response.
"It's not your fault. Don't—don't worry. We can do it tomorrow?" she suggests. "When you get back?"
"Okay."
He's about to tell her about the sorry scene of stragglers at the airport, when she abruptly cuts him off.
"Love you, bye!"
She doesn't wait for him to respond, hanging up suspiciously fast.
Sasuke pulls the phone away from his ear, eyeing the screen in surprise. Just to ensure she'd actually ended the call. Usually she's trying to keep him on the phone for as long as possible.
After several minutes, she starts engaging him with texts.
Sakura: How's the airport?
Sasuke: Nothing special
Sakura: What are you wearing?
Sasuke: jeans
Sakura: Are they comfortable?
Sasuke narrows his eyes at his device. What does she mean 'are they comfortable?'
Sasuke: not really
Sakura: I'm wearing this
His expression is bored as he waits for her photo to come through, but when it does his eyes widen. He looks around himself wildly, to ensure no one is directly next to him or behind him.
She's in some ridiculously strappy lingerie. With sheer black stockings clipped to a garter belt.
He wants to look at the photo more closely. She's clearly in the middle of their bed and is wearing some sort of risqué, barely there mesh robe over the whole thing, but he's not about to zoom in on a photo of his half-dressed wife, while he's sitting at a gate in the airport.
He bends over, trying to shield his screen while he texts her back furiously.
Stop! There are people around!
She responds almost immediately.
So? Just be slick when you look!
His fingers are flying while he types out his next message.
You're making me look like a fucking pervert. Like one of those people that watches porn and beats off in public.
Sakura sends him an emoji of a devil with horns, then proceeds to send a full frontal shot of her tits. Her nipples are hard and he can see her neck and the bottom half of her face in the shot. She's smiling, her lower lip caught between her teeth.
He flips his phone over with a gasp, hiding the screen against his right thigh with his right hand and dropping his head into his left palm.
What the fuck was she doing?!
No one is too close to him, but he doesn't want to risk her racy photo being seen by anyone else.
With his phone still facing down, he swipes up to get out of their thread.
Then he straightens up, flips the device back around and opens up a different messaging app to yell at her. At least this thread is safe. The last thing Sakura sent him here was a picture of their cat.
Stop sending nudes. It's not funny.
Sakura responds by sending a point of view photo. The shot is angled down her body and is of her small hand, underneath her panties. One of her legs is spread open, the other stretched straight.
He stares at this one for a little too long, tilting his head to the side. Trying to figure out if she's taking these live, or if she took them beforehand.
Seeing that she's typing some more, likely about to send him more raunchy material, he shakes his head to snap himself out of it. Standing abruptly, he locks the phone screen and grabs harshly at the handle of his luggage.
That woman who had been scolding her kid across the waiting area, gives him a funny look.
Fuck off lady.
His dick is hard and he needs to leave.
He's going to kill Sakura for doing this to him.
Dragging his suitcase behind him, he walks in a random direction, locating signs to the nearest restroom.
He ignores those, walking further, to one that's farther away and likely has less foot traffic.
His phone keeps vibrating in his hand as he walks.
Stomping into the bathroom, he picks the largest stall at the end and locks himself inside of it.
He discards his suitcase uncaringly, the wheels on the bottom causing it to roll off on its own, before coming to a stop near the toilet.
Leaning his back against the wall of the stall, he looks at the new messages from his stupid, horny wife.
There are a bunch of close-up shots of her hand, clearly playing with her pussy beneath the fabric of her lingerie. He can see the garter belt clip stretching from where it connects with the top of her thigh-highs.
He groans. The picture after that is a self-portrait of her blushing face, her tits are hanging out of the strappy bra and she's clutching one of them with her hand.
Grimacing, he types out a response.
I'm already cranky and uncomfortable & you're making it worse. Had to go hide in the bathroom
He thinks that's the end of it, but she fires back another text within two minutes.
Oh, you're alone now?
His hand flies to his forehead, pushing his hair back and out of his eyes while he scrambles to shut her up with his next text.
What? Wait. STOP. I'm putting this on do not disturb
He's not fast enough.
She's sent him a video, and from the thumbnail, it's something he can't help but click on.
He watches it on mute. It's not long. Maybe twenty seconds total. The shot is shaky, she's holding her phone above herself in selfie mode.
But she's sticking her fingers into her mouth and sucking on them obscenely, then dragging the wet digits down her body.
First to her rosy nipples. Which she pinches and pulls at, while eyeing the camera with a smirk.
Then she drags her fingers farther down. To her pussy. She rubs at it over her lingerie, then moves her panties to the side and shoves two of her fingers into herself.
All while staring up at the camera. For him.
He swallows loudly once the clip cuts. His cock is too hard to keep ignoring.
No one else is in this bathroom, he's certain.
He pulls one of his wireless headphones out of one of his pockets, sticks it in his ear and then unzips his pants. They drop to the floor, at his ankles. With his teeth clenched, he re-watches her video with sound, while he beats off in the public restroom at the airport.
Sakura is moaning his name into his ear, the wet sound of her own fingers penetrating her pussy enough to get him close.
He imagines the rest of the scene, then comes into his hand with his eyes shut.
They snap open, when he hears the sound of a picture being taken in his earbud.
One hand is still on his cock, as he lifts the device held in his other hand to look at the bright screen.
He's accidentally sent her a blurry photo of his upright feet, pants on the ground and all, in the bathroom stall.
"Fucking. Come on!" he mutters, exasperated.
Sakura, at home in their bed and still in her lingerie, stares at the sloppy shot she's received in stunned silence.
Soon after, she gets his text.
I hate you.
Hundreds of miles away, her gleeful laughter bounces off the walls of their room.
FIN.
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