Swipe Right
She matched with him on a dating app, then never wanted to see him again. She didn't expect him to be a high level executive at her first office job. Modern Office AU
Disclaimer: M for raunchy and descriptive sex, language and adult themes. If you are under 18 and not mature enough to read this content, please do not proceed.
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Swipe Right —
Originally drafted April 2021. Completed for SSsmutweek Day 1: Office Sex
Sakura's eyes bug out as she walks into the crowded elevator that's descending to the building's lobby.
He's in the back, head down and eyebrows furrowed as he looks at something on his phone.
Sakura turns the other way quickly, praying that he doesn't notice her, but she's worried he will spot her when he gets off the lift.
She looks down at her shoes and thinks she may be experiencing heart palpitations.
It's her first week on the job at this company. She'd spent two years after college unemployed and applying to every job listing under the sun, to no avail. Finally, she'd nailed this interview. She liked her team so far, she liked the office space and everything seemed great.
But this... this was not okay and she is considering getting out of the elevator so that she can run back upstairs and quit on the spot.
She had connected with Sasuke on a dating app. She'd signed up for it in the first place as a joke. Ino had talked her into it.
Sakura had been single for over a year, having experienced a rather messy break-up near the end of her university experience. Her boyfriend during undergrad was an idiot and thinking back on it, she regrets tying herself down to him for the back half of college.
She had no idea how to use the app or what the etiquette was. Ino had to walk her through detecting which profiles belonged to psycho assholes, which ones were likely going to be creepy stalkers, which ones just wanted sex, which ones wanted to wife someone up immediately, which ones looked like they wanted to be talked dirty to and finally which ones were probably normal and just trying to go on a date.
The pool of normal guys was disappointingly low and Sakura had found herself side-eyeing Ino with disbelief.
"Are you kidding me? What the hell is this?" she had asked.
Ino had put her hand on her hip and pointed at Sakura's phone screen.
"Lighten up Forehead! Once you get the hang of it, it's fun!"
Sakura had shook her head at her friend, annoyed.
"There is nothing about this that's fun. This is torture."
She'd glanced back at her device, the expression on her face pained. So far she'd rejected at least thirty potentials, because they had all been categorized as hard no's by Ino.
The girls had been standing next to each other in line at a juice bar, when Ino tells Sakura to stop swiping.
"There! What about him?" she points.
Sakura eyes the photo of the man on her screen distrustfully.
"He looks nice!" Ino continues.
Sakura sifts through his description and frowns.
The height he has listed out is tall. The age he has posted is older than hers. He's handsome from his photo, but he looks kind of moody at the same time.
I hate a lot of things and I don't particularly like anything.
That's it. That's all it says.
"Really Ino? This guy sounds normal to you?" Sakura exclaims. "It's almost as if he's asking you NOT to match with his profile because it would inconvenience him."
Sakura is about to swipe left and keep going, but Ino flails around and yanks the phone out of her hand.
The line to the cashier is being held up by some jerk that's ordering five drinks ahead of them, so they haven't moved much in the time they've been standing here.
"No, no, Sakura, trust me. This one's a winner!" Ino says, excitedly. "He looks kind of loaded too," she adds on.
Sakura rolls her eyes.
"Then why don't you match with him then? I don't care enough about this."
Sakura starts digging through her bag, looking for her sunglasses. She's in the mood to hide behind them, even though they're indoors. They were probably going to sit outside to have their drinks anyway and she doesn't want to fumble around looking for them after she's ordered.
Ino's been silent for too long though, so Sakura puts attention back on her.
"Look! He already responded!" Ino says.
Sakura sputters in outrage. What the hell was Ino doing!?
She shoves the blonde, who briefly loses her balance, but straightens up quickly and gives her a dirty look.
"Ino! No! I don't want to!" Sakura screeches.
She doesn't want to, but she does.
Sakura goes out on one date with Sasuke. The sexual tension had unexpectedly been through the roof. They hadn't so much as touched that night, but it was palpable and suffocating.
She is surprised and a little ashamed that she is eagerly accepting his offer to come directly to his place for the second date.
She fucks him that night and then fucks him on three other occasions afterwards too.
It had been intense and kind of crazy and she'd started to get concerned that maybe he was actually a freak, so she'd clammed up and stopped responding to him.
He hadn't really tried to keep talking either, so she'd left it at that and then assumed she'd never see him again in her life.
But he was right there. In the back of the elevator. At her new job that she had tried so long and so desperately to secure.
She wants to die.
Sakura thinks she has failed at going undetected, because she now feels the hair at the back of her neck, standing on end.
Ignoring it, she gets off the elevator once the doors open at the lobby, attempting to walk quickly and disappear into a crowd of people hustling to get to lunch.
It doesn't work.
She's being grabbed at by strong hands. Steered into a corner behind a large, towering plant where no one can see her.
"What are you doing here?" Sasuke asks, in an agitated whisper.
Sakura stares up at him. Feeling more anxious due to the heated expression on his face.
"I work here. I was just hired," she says.
His expression changes to borderline panic.
"You work here? Who hired you?" he asks.
He's still clutching her rather tightly, so Sakura puts her hands over his to remove his grip from her body.
It takes her a little too long to pry him off, her hands involuntarily lingering over his. Her lips part at the physical touch.
Oh no.
This was bad.
She steadies her breath once his hands are back in his own personal space, ignoring the electrical charge she felt from touching his skin.
He looks pained from the contact too. Sakura tells him who her manager is. A man named Hatake Kakashi.
Sasuke stares at her, wild-eyed and disbelieving.
He's going to murder Kakashi, what the fuck? He doesn't want her to work here!
"Can I go now?" Sakura asks, apprehensively.
Nodding at her, Sasuke watches her quickly walk off, his mind reeling. Then he leaves the building for lunch.
When he gets back, Sasuke sits at the desk in his office and pulls up the org chart on his computer.
Sakura's position is too far below his, for him to have been involved in the hiring process.
He's going to have a panic attack.
No one at work has ever seen him the way she has. But this little to no experience, entry-level hussy shows up and is going to run her mouth about his sex life and fucking ruin him.
He's going to scream.
He doesn't know what to do.
Sasuke knows he scared her off. By the third time she'd come to his house to fuck, he had loosened up more than he was used to and he suspects that it had freaked her out.
After the fourth time, she had stopped responding to his texts.
He didn't care too much. He'd been disappointed, but he'd gotten over it fairly quickly.
Whatever.
His focus went back to his work and he had not put any thought into it again.
...Until he'd seen her very distinct and vivid pink hair in the elevator today.
What the fuck was she doing here?!
Sakura does some sleuthing when she's back at her desk from lunch. She sits on a communal floor with several other employees, but had lucked out and gotten a cubicle near a window. She starts clicking around the org charts and sees that Sasuke is extremely high up. Like four to five tiers above her direct boss high up.
She freaks out some more.
As serendipitous timing often goes, Sasuke is walking up the hallway on her floor, when she looks up from her screen.
She ducks down in an attempt to hide, but her shock of pink hair is likely hard to miss.
Sakura's deskmate Kiba, who had been in the middle of eating a burrito and jamming out with his headphones on, suddenly clambers to get his feet off his desk and straighten up his posture.
He pulls his over ear headphones off so they're around his neck, then proceeds to look like he's diligently focusing on a document on his monitor.
What?
Sakura peers around.
It's tangible that the energy on the office floor has shifted.
Her eyebrow is raised in confusion, when Sasuke turns his head and catches her eye.
Sakura quickly looks away, biting her lip.
If everyone else was getting frantic from him merely walking down a hallway, then maybe she should be too?!
She scrambles to click out of the org chart she was looking at, and pulls her email up instead.
Once he's rounded the corner, the floor seems to collectively deflate. Chatter picks up again. People hunch over in their desk chairs.
Kiba resumes sloppily eating his lunch.
He whistles softly.
"What?" Sakura whispers.
Kiba glances over his shoulder, giving her a questioning look.
Their cubes faced opposite directions, but shared the same pocket of space. More often than not, their backs were to each other, but they sat close enough that Sakura could pick up on his mannerisms.
"What just happened?" she clarifies.
Kiba chews with his mouth open, swallows, then swivels his chair around to look at her fully.
"Did you see that guy that just walked by?" he asks.
Sakura feigns ignorance and shrugs.
Kiba hits his hand on his forehead. He's still clutching his half eaten burrito in his other fist.
"You're new, I keep forgetting," he says. "You wouldn't know."
Sakura blinks at him, hoping her lost expression will get him to divulge the office gossip.
"That's Uchiha Sasuke. He's like all of our boss' boss' boss' boss," he says. "Reaaaaaallly high up."
Kiba looks inquisitive for a moment.
"So high up, I'm not even sure why he'd be on this floor, now that I think about it."
Sakura gulps and her eyes widen.
He was looking for me, she thinks.
"Why wouldn't he be?" she asks.
Kiba lifts a shoulder, then says, "He has his own office on the C-level executive's floor. Don't think he works with that many people on this one."
Sakura's fingers dig into the end of her skirt.
He has his own office?
He was only five or six years older than her. Why did it seem like he was operating on a completely different planet?
Sakura's mind races, trying to remember if they'd ever talked about work.
That first date had been so awkwardly sexually charged, that she can barely recall what they'd even talked about to get through it.
"Work is work."
She recalls him saying that.
What did that even mean?!
Kiba laughs at her.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you're drowning."
He turns back to his desk and drops the remains of his lunch into its wrapper.
"You're right to be afraid though," Kiba starts. "People avoid him like the plague! He's kind of an asshole."
Sakura stares at his back for a moment, before turning to her own monitor again.
"I washed my hands next to him in the 12th floor bathroom once, I thought he was going to suck my soul out of my body," he adds.
Sakura snorts at this. She thinks her deskmate is now being a tad dramatic. She gets back to work without further incident.
On week three of her new job, Sakura is feeling good. No other awkward run-ins or sightings and in her own personal opinion, she's made great progress with getting up to speed on her assignments.
It's on a slow Friday morning, that Sakura tells herself the reason she'd volunteered to run up to the 12th floor for her boss was so that she could get better acquainted with the building.
She also tells herself that surely, this gets her brownie points. Volunteering for a seemingly annoying errand that the boss doesn't want to do himself? Why not?
Staunchly, she denies that she's trying to get a peek of Sasuke and his office.
I barely even know him, she reasons.
It had been almost three months since she had ghosted him anyway. He's just a notch in her bedpost. A casual fling she was not interested in pursuing further.
So why am I walking around in circles on the C-suite's floor, looking for him?!
Sakura shakes her head and looks down at the stack of documents Kakashi has asked her to hand deliver to HR.
She has no clue who is in HR or where they sit.
Fuck.
She stops at a coffee machine to get her bearings, pulling at a disposable cup to shove under the coffee stream while she subtly looks around for any clues that might point her to an HR person.
She pulls out her phone, quickly bringing up her work email to scan the note from her boss asking for this favor. Maybe it includes a seat assignment for this person she's supposed to hand these over to?
She's too engrossed in zooming in on her screen, her face a picture of absolute confusion, when someone clears their throat next to her.
Sakura jumps in surprise and glances up.
Sasuke is standing there, holding an empty mug and looking at her with slight irritation.
He's in a plain, long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Their office was rather casual, no business attire needed.
Sakura stares back at him. Frozen.
He gestures at the coffee machine that she's blocking.
Snapping out of it, she mumbles an apology and grabs her full cup, before shifting off to the side of the kitchenette with her document stack and her phone.
Pointedly, she attempts to ignore him. She hadn't anticipated running into him unexpectedly. If anything, she'd wanted to casually walk past his office and potentially peek inside.
Not whatever this was.
Sakura is trying to keep her focus on her own bubble, but she's forgotten what the hell she was in the middle of doing in the first place.
She keeps getting distracted by his hands while he sets up the machine for his desired drink. Looking at his long fingers from the corner of her eye, while he selects different buttons.
Involuntarily she starts blushing. An inappropriate memory of his fingers plunging into her mouth and then drilling roughly into her pussy flashes across her brain and she gasps and turns around and away from him abruptly.
At her movement, Sasuke turns his head to eye her. He takes in the stack of documents she's clutching and the concentrated confusion she'd been in before he'd gotten tired of waiting for her to move out of his way.
"Are you lost?" he asks her.
Sakura takes several deep breaths, then turns to face him again.
He looks like he might eat her. The intensity of his gaze causes her voice to get stuck in her throat.
She just nods an affirmation instead.
Her doe in headlights look morphs into a pout, when he very clearly rolls his eyes at her.
His coffee is done, so he grabs his mug and sips at it, while looking at her over the rim of the porcelain.
Lifting his other hand up, then dropping it back down, he says, "Well, what are you looking for?"
"HR. Kakashi asked me to drop these off," she says, gesturing at the stack.
He eyes his watch for a second, turns to walk away, then nods his head at her to follow him.
"HR is right outside my office. Come on."
Sakura stuffs her phone into her pants pocket, grabs her coffee and walks after him. Struggling to keep up with his long strides.
They pass a handful of random people while she trails after him in silence. Sasuke nods at them in recognition, without saying anything verbal.
Then they're turning down a hallway. There are two large, private offices on one side of it and a large windowed view of the city on the other.
He walks her down the hall and stops at one of the offices.
Sakura stops too, glancing at the nameplate next to the door. It's his.
"The HR lead is over there," he says, pointing at a cluster of desks farther down, in the distance.
Sakura follows where he's pointing with her eyes, but he's pointed at a large group of people.
He clicks his tongue. Annoyed at her never ending confusion.
She hadn't seemed this obtuse when she was deep throating his cock in the middle of his apartment.
Sakura looks up at him. She looks nervous.
He looks down and back at her, his hand dropping from pointing at the HR department.
If he focuses his attention for too long on the group, they'll think he's out for their blood. He's become cognizant of his formidable presence while he walks around at work.
For the most part, he hides in his office to avoid this sort of shit.
"That guy whose hair looks like a pineapple. That's the HR lead."
Sakura looks back and spots him.
"His name is Nara," Sasuke adds on.
Nodding her head and mumbling a thank you, Sakura heads in the man's direction.
It's a week later and Sakura is worried that she's going to be late to an important meeting. She can barely hold all of her items in her hands as she rushes up a stairwell, through a door, then down a hallway.
She's unfamiliar with the floor and the meeting room, so on top of juggling her laptop, notebook, wireless mouse and her water bottle, she's also anxious about getting lost.
"Sakura! Wait up!"
She turns her head at the call, spotting Kiba running up behind her.
He's in this meeting too.
She lets out a sigh of relief. He'll know where he's going. She slows so he can catch up to her and then they proceed to walk the rest of the way together.
Sakura's head is now turned towards him as they make the trek. He's in the middle of telling her about Kakashi getting too drunk at last year's holiday party and the story is escalating to a level of absurdity.
She's so engrossed in hearing about her boss behaving like a lunatic, that when she slams head on into someone else's body, she doesn't know what's happened at first.
Half her shit falls out of her arms and hits the ground with a loud clatter. Luckily she's retained hold of her laptop.
Kiba stops in his tracks, eyes wide and mouth open.
Sakura's face is pressed against a hard and familiar chest.
"Come on. Watch where you're walking, Sakura," Sasuke mutters.
He pushes her back a step, then bends over to pick up her mouse and hand it to her. He stares down at her in agitation, holding his own closed laptop.
It looked like he'd just left a meeting and was heading back to the elevator to get to his office.
"S—sorry," she squeaks.
Kiba is still standing there, unhelpful and unmoving.
Sasuke glares at him, then steps around Sakura and walks away.
Frowning, Sakura walks forward, then bends over to grab her water bottle. It had rolled away in the kerfuffle.
When she straightens up, Kiba wordlessly hands her her fallen notebook. They're close to their meeting room, so they pick up the pace to make it.
"Do you know him or something?" Kiba asks.
That exchange had implied that there was some level of familiarity between his new co-worker and their company's scary ass Chief Technology Officer.
Sakura's eyes widen.
"Um…" she starts, trailing off.
Yes. I know him. He's given me multiple orgasms on more than one occasion and his dick is fucking huge, she thinks.
She's saved from providing a real answer, when they round the corner to finally get to their meeting. It's clear that it's already in full swing.
They enter silently, so they don't disturb the current speaker.
It's a couple days later, and Sakura is in the mailroom at the office. She'd worn a pair of jeans today that were tight at her ass, but tapered down to a wide leg at her ankle.
They gave the illusion that she was long-limbed. Which might be why the mailroom attendant had let her in to get what she needed, without offering to help.
Sakura is on her tiptoes, trying to reach a stack of small, broken down boxes on a high shelf. She falls back onto the heels of her feet, vexed.
Looking around her, the mailroom attendant has disappeared and no one else is in sight. She spots the attendant's unoccupied rolling chair, and walks towards it.
It's a backless, rolling stool. It would be risky to stand on.
Sakura stares at it with a hand on her chin, contemplative.
She decides to put one knee on it, to see if that helps her reach the flat, packaging boxes.
It doesn't.
Sakura pouts, her hands going to her hips.
Maybe there's some sort of long stick she could use to knock them down? She looks around again.
Nothing.
She's spent too much time here already, to keep wasting more of it on her approach to box retrieval. There was a lot she needed to get done before the lunch hour.
Shitty mailroom guy! Where did he even go?! Sakura thinks.
Throwing caution to the wind, she puts one foot on the stool. It seems stable enough.
Overconfident now, she steps all the way up and reaches towards the shelf to grab the edge of it.
That's when the stool starts rolling the fuck away from under her legs. Her hand slips off the edge of the shelf.
She screeches, ready to get fucked up by the unforgiving cement floor of the mailroom. Instead, hot, searing palms end up on her body. Gripping the exposed skin on both sides of her waist, where her shirt has ridden up from her motions.
She's being held upright, her feet a foot off the ground.
Mailroom guy?
Her hands drop to grip his forearms. Sakura didn't think the dweeby dude running the mailroom looked the way this person feels.
"You're annoying."
Sakura inhales sharply, recognizing Sasuke's voice as he sets her on the ground.
His hands linger on her skin, and hers stay on his arms. The warmth of his body at her back feels like an inferno.
Sakura snaps out of it, and steps out of his grasp. Turning around to face him.
He's looking down at her with a straight face. His arms now dropped to his sides. He looks to the rolled away chair, then back at her.
"There's a step stool," he says. "Right. There."
He points along the wall, at a very openly placed step ladder, folded but propped up for use.
Sakura glares at it in embarrassment.
The mailroom guy chooses this moment to come back. He's got a banana in one hand and a coffee in the other.
"Sasuke!" he says. "Sorry if you were waiting long."
He completely disregards Sakura. Like she's an inconsequential peon that's not even there.
"Picking up your mail for the day?"
Sasuke nods at him. Sakura's eyes move back to the flat boxes on the top shelf.
The mail guy sets his food and drink down, back turned while he collects the CTO's business correspondences.
For the most part, it's usually a stack of junk. Vendors trying to get him to sign company wide contracts for their crappy, cloud based services. But once in a while there are several important things related to the organization's tech stack coming through, for him to review.
Sakura's eyes rotate from the shelf to Sasuke.
He glances down at her, still annoyed at what he'd walked into. From his angle, she was about to break her neck.
"These?" he questions, lifting his arm to rest his hand on the boxes.
He has no issues reaching the shelf.
Sakura nods silently. Put out.
"How many?" Sasuke asks.
Sakura is too miffed to speak. She lifts three fingers at him.
He pulls three small, broken down, packaging boxes off the shelf and hands them to her.
Taking them from him, she stares at him for half a second longer, murmurs a thank you, then turns on her heel and walks off.
With the mailroom guy still preoccupied with retrieving his stuff, Sasuke keeps his gaze on Sakura's pert ass as she sashays out.
The following week, Sakura is staying late. She is working on a big assignment and wants to ensure it's perfect. She is so focused on her work, that when she looks up from her screen after what feels like hours, she realizes that the entire floor has cleared out.
Shit. What time is it? she thinks.
Stretching her arms above her head, she takes a sip of water from the water bottle on her desk. Then, her phone vibrates against its surface.
She picks it up to glance at it.
It's a text.
From Sasuke.
She looks around again, nervously, then unlocks her phone to read it.
Are you still at work?
She hasn't seen him around since the other day, when he'd saved her from busting her shit.
Sakura doesn't respond for a minute, checking her desktop to see if he's still online in the work chat client, like she is.
He is.
He'd definitely creeped on her to check her availability status.
Ya
Sakura bites her thumbnail, feeling anxious. She hadn't slept well, the night of the mailroom incident. The feel of his hands on her skin and his body near hers had brought forth flashes of the fiery sex she'd had with him, months ago.
She had needed to play with herself aggressively that night, the memories were so hot. His next text comes through with a soft ping.
Come up to my office.
She shouldn't. But she does.
She packs up her stuff. When she gets off the elevator on his floor, it's clear that no one is still here either.
It's pretty late. Close to 7:30 p.m. Sakura would have left sooner, if she'd realized.
Feeling shaky as she nears the hallway of his office, she takes a deep breath then walks towards the open door.
He's sitting at his desk, clicking into something on his computer when she walks in. His laptop is shut, but on and connected to two monitors on his desk. His mouse and keyboard look much nicer than what she was provided with at her cubicle.
Glancing up at her, Sasuke asks her to shut the door.
She does so, then looks at him expectantly. He's quiet for a minute, giving her an unnerving once over while she stands near the closed doorway.
"Why did you ghost me?" he asks, finally.
Sakura crosses one of her feet over the other, wondering if she should make something up or just tell the truth.
From the way he's looking at her and the underlying tone of hurt in his voice, she feels like the truth is a more fair route to go with.
"You were coming on really strong," she says, quietly.
And it was freaking me out.
He nods his head brusquely. That's what he had thought, but he wanted to be sure.
"Okay," he says. "Sorry."
From her brief stint in 'dating' him and from what she's noticed at work, Sasuke does not strike Sakura as the type to apologize often. Because of this, she nods at him, accepting the apology as genuine.
They stare at each other now. Sakura uncrosses her feet and shifts to her toes, then back down to her heels. Fidgety.
"Get over here," he says, finally.
She drops her bag to the ground, and walks towards him slowly. Unsure what to expect.
He stands up out of his chair, grabs her by the arm, then flips her around, so her hands are on his desk and he's behind her.
Then he's bending his head down and sucking and kissing at her neck.
Sakura leans back into him and lets out an immediate and loud moan in response.
He flips up her skirt and moves her panties to the side, circling his fingers at her slit, getting her close to soaking so he can slide his cock into her.
He unzips his jeans and pulls himself out, leaving most of his clothes on. When he tries to enter her from this angle though, her pussy feels almost too tight for his dick.
Sakura's fingers are clenching into the wood of his desk, the tips of her nails brushing against the edge of his keyboard. She shakes her head in frustration, telling him that it'll be easier if she takes off her underwear.
Murmuring his agreement, he pulls the lace garment down and off of her, then pushes into her more easily.
He's in the middle of pounding into her from the back, her whole body moving from the force of it. Her palms are flat on his desk now, her skirt scrunched up to her waist. Her top is still on, but the tight fabric has ridden up to her bra line from the way she's being manhandled.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," he says.
Sakura gasps.
He'd implied this one of the last times she'd been at his house. It was part of what had made her run away.
"N—now?" she asks, out of breath.
He's nodding against her hair, his thrusts somehow more forceful as they discuss deflowering her rear. His grip on her hips is bruising, but his hands on her skin makes it feel like she's on fire.
"Here?" she asks, again.
His hands go to her ass while he fucks her pussy. He spreads her open, then runs his thumbs around the area.
"You haven't done that before?"
Adamantly, Sakura shakes her head no.
One of his hands moves from there, to the front of her pussy. Instead playing with her clit, while he plunges into her.
He kisses the side of her face and Sakura leans into the kiss, shutting her eyes.
He pulls out and comes on her ass cheek without warning. Then he's flipping her around and lifting her up to sit on the edge of his desk.
His come is hot on her skin, she can feel it drip slowly down as it remains on her body.
He parts her legs, his hands on her knees, then he kneels between them. His knees are on the ground and he's eye level with her swollen cunt.
Sakura attempts to snap her legs shut, but his grip on her to keep her spread is strong.
"I want you to finish," he states.
Sakura looks down at him for a pause, then nods silently.
He leans forward and starts eating her pussy out. His tongue laps her up, circling her clit, then he's tasting the product of her excitement, from nailing her not five minutes ago.
She's soaked through from taking his dick.
When his tongue enters her passage, her hand flies into his hair, gripping hard at the inky strands.
"Oh god," she moans. Sakura's eyes roll back.
With his tongue all the way in her, he presses his mouth to her clit and sucks at her there while he tongue fucks her.
Sakura starts shaking, her head tossing back and her fingers yanking on his hair roughly.
"I'm coming. I'm coming!" she announces.
He moves her legs to his shoulders, then pulls her closer so he can lick and tongue the renewed come that's spilling out of her. His fingers dig bruisingly into the flesh of her ass and thighs, holding her in place while he works on her.
She's sensitive down there and struggling to breath, but she doesn't ask him to stop even though she's peaked.
He likes the taste of her come. Another thing he'd told her, before she'd ghosted him.
She's finding it hard to believe that this stoic and intimidating man in executive leadership at her first job, is some wound up, sexually deviant freak.
A freak that's still got his face buried between her legs, eating at her pussy. In his private office.
Sakura's eyes widen as her brain collides with reality.
She tugs on his hair, pulling him off of her.
Looking up at her in irritation, he keeps her spread open firmly. He likes how the pink of her pussy looks too.
"What?" he asks.
Sakura can feel her face heat up. Her head turns towards the closed door, then back to him.
"This—we… um," she trails off.
She's starting to panic.
Sasuke stands up, stepping between her spread legs and putting his hand around her neck to tilt it to the side.
Leaning down, he goes back to sucking on the skin there. Alternating between sucking and biting.
Sakura gasps at the sensation of it. Her entire body is tingling and she can feel herself getting wet all over again.
She's moaning while he assaults her neck. Then he's reaching between them with his other hand and sticking two of his fingers inside of her.
They just got through with orgasming. He was out of his mind.
Sakura places her small hand against his clothed chest, intending to push him away.
But then he's suddenly caressing her g-spot with the pads of his fingers.
She starts to scream.
He rips his lips off her neck and moves his hand from her nape, slapping his palm against her mouth instead, to keep her quiet.
Most people have left, but the custodial staff cleans the building at night.
He looks at her intensely while she comes for him again. Her tight cunt spasms against his fingers. He pulls them out of her without warning, then moves his hand from her mouth to her chin. He pulls down at her chin, so her lips part wide and then he sticks his come laced fingers into her mouth.
Sakura sucks them, taking his long digits in and swirling her tongue around them. Tasting herself.
His cock is hard again.
Pulling his fingers out of her mouth with a wet plop, he grabs at her, throwing her over his shoulder.
Sakura squeaks. He slaps her ass hard, which causes her to jump. A visible red mark forms on her flesh from his handprint. Then he walks towards the floor to ceiling window and bends down, to lay her on the floor near it.
He wants to fuck her into the ground while looking out at his view of the city. Sakura sits up, making quick work of the rest of her clothing. He's standing up, doing the same.
Then he's pinning her arms above her head with his hands, as he drops his weight onto her.
Sakura's head turns to look out at the evening skyline, before looking back at him.
He's just looking at her face, before pushing his large cock into her again.
Sakura is sore, her cunt abused by him, but she spreads her legs wide to get dicked down some more.
With her arms restrained, she has little control to touch him.
Instead she focuses on the feel of his chest against her neglected tits.
She's trying to rub herself against him there while he fucks her. Noticing, he restrains her arms with just one hand now, so he can give some focus to her chest.
Sakura arches up into him when he twists her nipple, pulling it up and stretching her tit. He does it to the other one too. Then he leans his head down and sucks on them viciously while he pummels her with his cock.
Sakura's moans have been so constant that she thinks she's about to lose her voice.
"I'm—I'm coming again," she chokes out.
He bites her tit, then releases it, looking up at her.
"Wait for me."
His hands move to her hips and he rails her with increased force.
Sakura wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding on for dear life.
She can't hold it back, she comes hard and loud.
He groans into her ear and spills into her, his come hot as it empties deep inside of her.
Sakura doesn't want to go to work the next day.
The thought of the fuck fest in his office from the night before, has her blushing while she gets ready in the morning.
She's blushing while she commutes.
She's blushing while she walks into the building.
She's blushing when she gets into the elevator.
And then she's blushing when he walks into it, right after her, moving in a way where he's pressed up against her back.
The lift is crowded and there is very little room in it, most people too impatient to wait for the next elevator car to get them to where they need to go.
No one speaks as it stops at every floor. Dropping people off.
Sakura tries to control her breathing.
Why does he have to be behind me?!
The elevator clears out on the 9th floor.
It's just one more floor until Sakura's cube on the 10th. As the last remaining person outside the two of them steps off on 9 and the door shuts, Sasuke grabs Sakura's chin, turning her head so that he can lean down from behind and devour her mouth.
Sakura can't even process. Sasuke has straightened up so fast that Sakura's head is spinning when the door opens again, to let her off on her floor.
He'd let go of her and stepped away from her, looking completely uninterested and closed off.
Sakura walks out shakily, looking back at him with her wide green eyes as the doors shut.
"We can't keep doing this at work," he groans.
Sakura nods in agreement, but she's not entirely focused on his words right now.
She's on her knees, between his legs. Blowing him while he sits in his desk chair.
It's late again and it's a Friday.
The office is a tomb.
He pulls her off of his cock by her hair and looks her in the eyes.
"I'm serious."
Sakura lifts her arm up and wipes her mouth with it.
"You're the one that keeps asking me to come up to your office," she says, angrily.
He lets go of her hair, but trails his fingers down the side of her face, giving her a thoughtful look.
"I know. I…" he cuts himself off, shaking his head. "You'll get in trouble if you're caught."
Sakura glares at him now, batting his hand away from her face.
"Why wouldn't you get in trouble?"
He sighs deeply, then tucks himself back into his pants. They're both still clothed, for the most part.
Shrugging, he says, "I have seniority over you."
Sakura pouts at him, not satisfied with this response.
"At the worst, I'll get written up. I'm too valuable to be let go for something like this," he says, gesturing between them.
Sakura leans back, sitting on her ankles. She's still on her knees, but she wants to look up at him better while he speaks. Her head tilts to the side as he continues.
"I'm being realistic when I say this," he starts. "You would get fired."
She frowns. The difference in penalties for the two of them sounded grossly imbalanced. She voices this observation.
He spends a minute bitching to her about the bullshit rules and regulations of corporate bureaucracy. Then says, "I've seen it happen before. Don't come up if I ask you to again," he advises. "Just—just come to my place after work if you're in the mood."
Sakura looks away from him, then straightens out her blouse. She'd gone back and forth between wearing this one today, because it showed more cleavage than what was appropriate for work. But she'd gone ahead and worn it anyway.
Thinking over what he's said, she stands up, keeping a small hand on his denim clad knee for balance.
Leaning forwards, she presses her mouth against his. His hand curls behind her neck, his fingers fisting a handful of the pink locks at the back of her hair.
Sakura pulls away from him. She's unfulfilled and agitated.
"So… I should come to your house right now?" she questions.
He eyes her from up close, their faces still near one another's.
"If you want," he murmurs.
Sakura hasn't been to his house for several months.
It's a nice apartment. Hundreds of times nicer than hers and over double the size. Ino had been correct in deducing that he was loaded.
It's not without cause. He's a young, tech executive with a high six figure salary.
Not fair.
She's toeing off her shoes and dropping her bag on a random end table, looking absently towards one of the windows.
It's dark out, but it's a sprawling view of a different angle of the skyline than can be seen from their place of work.
He'd disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, after unlocking the door to get them both inside.
"Are you hungry?" he yells.
Sakura trudges towards his voice, finding him with his back turned at the double doors of his open fridge.
He turns to eye her over his shoulder.
She is hungry. She's fucking starving. All she'd gotten in today was half a sandwich and a mouthful of cock.
Sakura nods, lingering near an industrial looking counter.
He pulls out a giant container of rice noodles and opens the top so she can see it.
"I can heat this up?" he offers. "My mom sent me home with it the other day."
Sakura is picturing Sasuke, this unapproachable, intimidating figurehead at her office, having a loving dinner with his mother and being forced to take home leftovers.
She hides her smile behind her hand and nods at him.
Narrowing his eyes at her reaction, he shuts the fridge and sets the container down so he can grab cutlery and other items to prep this for her.
"Are you a momma's boy?" Sakura questions.
His back is turned to her, while he scrapes noodles from the Tupperware into a dark ceramic bowl.
"I like my mom, yeah," he says. "And my brother," he adds on.
After he puts the bowl in the microwave over his stove and turns it on, he turns to her and says, "My dad can fuck right off though."
Sakura looks back at him, smiling softly. Taking in this weirdo Ino had essentially set her up with.
"Want water?" he asks.
Sakura nods again, then shifts away from the counter she'd been standing near. Sitting at his kitchen table instead.
It's an hour later, and Sakura is on her back, getting fucked by him in his bed.
Her hair is splayed out across his pillow and her arms are wound tightly around his neck, while her legs are wrapped securely around his waist.
It's a slow and lazy session. Maybe the most boring and mundane sex she's had with him so far.
But it's a nice change.
When she'd come to his house before she'd gotten her job, it had all been wild and rough and fast paced.
Fucking in his office had been hot and different than that, but the comfortable surfaces in there were minimal.
This was pleasant.
Once his lips connect with the skin of her neck though, she starts to squirm underneath his heavy body. Her neck is sensitive and he'd figured that out immediately.
Sakura's fingers dig into his shoulder blades.
Peeling himself off of her, he moves her so she's lying on her side, then slides into her from the back. Fucking her sideways.
He holds her body close to his while he moves in and out of her languidly.
Sakura presses back into him, enjoying the feel of him behind her.
"You're so wet," he mutters.
Sakura answers with a low moan at first, then says, "You feel good."
He fucks her slow like this for a while, then palms both of her breasts.
Sakura melts into him at that. Then she comes.
His eyes widen behind her head and he chokes when he unexpectedly finishes inside of her.
Sakura giggles in front of him, which annoys him, so he pinches at her skin to make her stop.
She slaps his hand away, but then reaches for it, lacing their fingers together.
They both relax into each other, satisfied.
Eventually, she falls asleep spooned in front of him. They're too lazy to get up and clean themselves off.
In the morning, Sasuke is standing over his bed, looking at the petite mess of pink hair tangled under his covers.
She's facedown and naked, his blanket twisted between her legs and winding around, over her back.
Sakura had slept over a couple times before, prior to bailing on him. Yet she had left before he'd woken up, both of the times she had knocked out here.
Reluctantly, he admits to himself that he likes her more than he expected to.
Naruto had forced him on that dating app. Sasuke didn't want to be on it, thinking it was a waste of time.
"You need to get laid bro. The stress from your job is making you pissy."
Naruto had been with him, nosily snooping through his phone when she'd matched with him. He'd also fielded her first couple messages too.
Announcing to Sasuke only afterwards, that he had a date with some "pink haired hottie" a couple years younger than him.
It had been an unexpected turn of events, that after ceasing to talk to him, she'd ended up a new hire at his work.
Work being the entire reason Naruto had coaxed the situation to fruition to begin with.
Sakura starts shifting around in front of him now, slowly waking up.
She blinks, getting her bearings, then turns her head to the side and looks at him.
"Hey," she murmurs, before going into a yawn.
He nods at her in response.
Sakura looks him up and down. He's in his boxer briefs and a t-shirt. Had he been watching her sleep?
"What time is it?" she asks, turning over. "I should go."
Her tits are on display for him now and he stares at them unabashedly.
When his eyes scan upwards, to her face, she's raising a knowing eyebrow at him.
"You don't have to," he starts. "You can hang around here. If you want," he says.
Sakura's eyebrow drops and she gives him a small smile instead.
It would be nice to hang out and get to know him better. She'd already learned about his family, from just being here last night.
"Sure," she responds.
Sakura sits up, getting out of bed.
She glances down at her nudity and sighs. She'd rather not put on the clothes she'd worn to work yesterday, to lounge around his apartment.
"Can I borrow a shirt?" she asks, sheepishly.
He shrugs uncaringly and tells her to take whatever she wants from his top drawer.
He leaves the room afterwards, telling her he's going to make coffee.
As Sakura digs through his clothes for something comfy, she feels a surge of excitement in her veins.
It feels like the start of something.
FIN.
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