Thanks for your patience, I've been taking a break to still figure out this pandemic life like everyone else. But here we are! Please enjoy this little slice of escapism. :)

CH 2

With the room as cleaned up as she was willing to make it, Ino made her way to the door to go. As her hand clutched the doorknob, she could hear the muffled string of conversation out in the living room. The tone was casual, but she knew the subject hardly was. Mustering all the stealth she could, she slipped out into the hall to get a better listen.

She caught the tail-end of Sakura giving her elevator pitch for the 'rules of engagement' she had alluded to in their conversation before they got to Sasuke's. As she smiled to herself, Ino made a mental note to tell Hinata about this proposal she would only otherwise expect in a rom-com.

No longer struggling to hear behind them, Ino perked at Sasuke's question. "And if either of us feels we aren't a proper match?"

"Then we can walk away, no strings attached."

Even though she wasn't meant to be on the receiving end of that, she couldn't help but feel a pit form inside her. Would Sakura still come over to hang out, or would she not feel comfortable knowing Sasuke could be around? Sasuke had snaked his way into this girl's heart so deep, Ino even wondered if Sakura would stay at the clinic at that point. The idea of not having Sakura around to get morning coffees with or to tease in between patient visits didn't sit well with her in the slightest. Impulsively she wanted to run out and yell at her, but she stayed cemented in the dark hallway. Even if this conversation didn't happen, Ino had to admit the potential for a tragic ending had already been built up. Sakura started right out of the gates with seeing him in his devil form and even chose to see past the cruel sex tape Karin sent her. That being the tip of the iceberg had already settled it - she was irreversibly tangled with Sasuke.

"I want to explore more with you."

Ino grew rigid as she waited with heightened anticipation for Sasuke to answer. She could only imagine the look on Sakura's face as she sat before the stoic man waiting for him to respond to her offered vulnerability while a million sick thoughts probably raced through his mind. She clenched her blue eyes shut and prayed for him to just -

"You've got yourself a deal."

The Witch couldn't help but smile to herself. She really did need to have a little bit more faith in him. There wasn't going to be a better time to get out of there, so she chose that moment to step out as though she had just wrapped up.

"I'm all done so I'm gonna head home," she explained as she strolled to the door with her bag hitched up her shoulder. Sakura had the dusting of a flush across her cheeks while Sasuke appeared entirely unimpressed. It was then that Ino was certain Sasuke had been aware of her eavesdropping, but such was life. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sak."

Sakura nodded as the front door closed behind her and then turned to Sasuke with a look of horror. "Is it terrible that I forgot she was still here?"

He only grinned in response before he leaned his temple to his knuckles. "I was waiting for her to leave so I could ask you to stay the night."

The dark glint in his eyes told her everything she needed to know about what he intended for the night to entail. She swallowed hard. "I don't have my scrubs for tomorrow, so it might be best if I just slept at home tonight."

Sasuke's grin fell a bit but he didn't miss a beat. "Then I can go back with you."

Her eyes widened with panic as she took inventory of every scene of chaos in her apartment from the pile of dishes to the explosion of laundry across every piece of furniture, lamp included. "I'd really rather you didn't."

"Hn," Sasuke grunted, taking a sip of his drink. His expression hardened. "Come here, then."

She hesitated for a second before pushing herself up and smoothing her dress out. His black eyes so obviously were undressing her as he leaned back to stare up at her. Her arms moved to cross in front of her chest, but he was quick to stop her. "Since you are so bent on not letting me have my way with you tonight, you can at least indulge my curiosity a bit about what you want to explore."

Her eyes rolled on reflex. "I'm going to need a drink, then."

"I'll get that for you." As he stood, he left only a breath of space between them. His towering form forced her to look up at him while he marinated in the effect he knew he had on her.

She continued to stand there after he brushed past her to make his way one more time to the liquor. It might have been the pressure of the moment or maybe just the underlying insecurity of having significantly less experience than this sex god - would he find 'god' an offensive term? She shook her head. Not a single example of what she would want to try was coming to mind.

"Try not to spill this," he advised her with a grating smugness.

He sat back again and gestured for her to sit beside him. The drink was stiff, but she wasn't going to complain. She was all too sober to make a fluid conversation of her deep sexual desires she had yet to explore by that point in her mid-twenties, so she took a generous gulp from her glass right away. Sasuke raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

"It's not that I'm starting from square one," she started off saying with already an air of defensiveness. "I read the Fifty Shades books."

He threw an arm back over the couch as he turned to face her fully. "Are you looking for an abusive, broken man to bring to the light?" Sakura became as pale as a sheet. "I have sadistic interests, but do not conflate that with garbage like that."

Sakura's brow furrowed and she looked down to hide the embarrassment coloring her face. She didn't mean to offend him, she was just talking through her thoughts. He quickly realized his snap at her had pushed their conversation in the opposite direction he had been intending to take it.

He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and then turned to her again. "It's a superficial and emotionally parasitic reference I hear about too often, so I don't have much tolerance for it."

She nodded and spoke softly, "Should I note that as a hard limit for you?"

When he cracked an amused smile, she let her shoulders soften. There wasn't anything, in particular, he had said or done to make her feel he was going to think less of her for being so green in this arena, but part of her wondered if the novelty at play would grow old. She wasn't making sense in her own mind and felt frustration bubbling suddenly.

Her eyes fixated on the tumbler in her hand, the dim lighting in the apartment catching in the finely carved notches. "Sasuke, I really don't know what to say. I know this isn't unusual for you to chit-chat about, but it's not an everyday topic for me."

He nodded, although she wasn't looking. "We'll just have to use more of a hands-on approach to figuring it out then."

At the mentioning of hands, she was reminded of Sasuke's cut from the seance. As though to file away their conversation from just seconds earlier, she held out her palm for his. "I should take a look at that again," she admitted as though she had been deeply neglecting him.

The crumbled paper towels were matted and soaked to the open flesh. It at least had clotted, but she had plenty to clean up. He watched her gently peel back the dark red paper and examine his palm with her trained eyes. She was committed to her task of ensuring he was okay and he wondered if she gave this level of care to all her patients or if he was getting special treatment.

"Do you have a first aid kit?" He raised an eyebrow at the question and she let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course not, why would the Devil need a bandaid?"

She pulled herself off the couch beside him and turned to find her bag. As she rustled through it, he took a moment to take a look at his hand himself. He never experienced a true mortal wound before. Pain was one of his vocabulary's key pillars, but a wound that could bleed, fester, pulse, crust, and ache? This was new and utterly fascinating. When she returned to his side, she had a tube of some sort of ointment and a bandage roll in the other.

"It's not exactly what I would normally use, but good enough for now."

Her touch was firm but gentle again. She dabbed away the old blood with a washcloth she gathered from the bathroom before applying the ointment and bandages. Her nimble fingers navigated his cut so quickly it was as though she had done that exact task hundreds if not thousands of times before. He knew how to hurt someone better than anyone, but to heal… One might dare to say he was impressed.

"You know, Sasuke," she started to say as she took the cloth to the kitchen sink to rinse clean. "As excited as I know you are to show me all your fun tricks and games, there are other things I'd like to do with you, too."

"Really?" He said, daring her with his tone to elaborate.

"Yes, really," she called over her shoulder. "Non-sexual intimacy."

He raised a brow as she made her way back over, wiping her damp hands on her dress as she did. The drink in hand was quickly moved to the coffee table so he could extend his good hand to her and coax her into his lap. A contented hum sounded from behind his lips as she let him pull her onto him.

"I've never spent much time on aftercare before," he mused.

Sakura balked at him. "With the shit you like to do? Isn't that just cruel then?" He didn't bat an eye as she searched his face for some signal of a joke, but felt her stomach churn at the reminder of exactly who she was talking to then. "Well…"

His fingers reached up to use a loose lock of hair as an excuse to touch her soft cheek. "It's not, or hasn't been, in my nature." His voice softened. "I also didn't think romance was something I'd want to explore, but here we are."

Her teeth pressed into her bottom lip as she did her best to work through her flare of nerves. Would he be able to show her tender compassion or would he just go through the motions only to realize it wasn't for him?

"Sakura," his deep voice beckoned, pulling her from her thoughts. She looked down into eyes which were fully fixated on hers. "I want this with you. Even these things I don't fully understand yet. Will you trust me to learn?"

Tears prick at the corner of her eyes as she could feel his sincerity ripping through her. "I trust you."

The hand cupping her cheek slid to the back of her neck as she leaned in to kiss him. His lips were parted and disarmingly soft against hers. He kissed so rhythmically she was almost convinced she had fallen into a trance. Sakura sighed against him as his fingers threaded through her hair to stroke the sensitive skin of her scalp. She could feel him smirk before he licked her bottom lip and pulled back. Before she could even think to ask what he was doing, she was suddenly blinded as he pulled her dress over and off her.

In the dim light of the apartment, she could see the feral hunger in his eyes as he stared down at her chest and the bralette obstructing his view. That, too, was soon snapped off of her with a quick flick of his fingers behind her. "You're so beautiful, Sakura," he said with a hum of appreciation.

"Thank-ah!" His mouth on her nipple caught her by surprise, his broad back curled to bring his chiseled face directly to her exposed breasts. "Sasuke..!"

He looked up and met her eyes while taking one last and very long lick at her nipple. "Yes?"

She blushed fiercely as that moment became permanently ingrained in her memory. "Sorry, you just caught me by surprise."

"Hn," he grunted before going back to his previous task of fondling and lapping at her breasts. It wasn't long before she began to squirm under the stimulating sensations. He was keenly aware of the way her thighs pressed into one another and the quickened breath that made her heartbeat erratic. It was then that he pulled himself off of her, their bodies horizontal on the cushions.

"I want you on your knees for me," he said as he sat up to take a sip of his drink.

Sakura blinked a few times as she caught her breath. "What?"

The stoic man stood to his full height and looked down at her. "On your knees, Sakura."

His commanding tone sent a shiver down her spine and was convincing enough to send her to the floor in just her underwear before him. Her stomach flipped with a cocktail of trepidation and excitement as he looked down at her darkly.

"Unzip me."

She swallowed hard. As soon as he had asked her to get on her knees she knew where this was going. It wasn't her first time blowing someone, but everything about him heightened every sensation as though it was. Could she even steady her fingers long enough to pull the damn zipper down? Once she had managed to do so, he ordered her to take him out. Seeing his length just inches from her face unnerved her. Sasuke, clearly unbothered, took another casual sip from his glass.

"Show me how you suck cock."

Her breath hitched and she suddenly felt as though she was being asked to perform some sort of complicated procedure as part of one of her previous medical exams. With a tentative hand, she reached up to grab his length and leaned forward to guide it into her open mouth. His girth forced her to widen her mouth more than she was used to but it didn't take long to settle into a comfortable pace.

"Hn," he grunted as her tongue slid along the underside of his cock. "Look up at me." She obliged, although with an unsurprising tinge of embarrassment. Sasuke stroked her cheek as she continued to bob her head up and down.

"I wish you could see how pretty your eyes are looking up at me like that while you're being so sweet to my cock." He smirked when she flushed a fierce red. "Show me how far you can take me in that mouth of yours."

Her palms steadied themselves on her thighs as she forced her jaw to open wider still. Slowly, she tried to bring her lips closer to the base of his length but soon found herself gagging and pulled off of him to take a deep breath. Over the sound of her panting, she could hear him clicking his tongue with disappointment.

"Doctor Haruno, I expected someone with your anatomical knowledge to be able to do a little better than that." Her glare up at him did not go without notice. "Ashamed?"

"My intellect has nothing to do with my ability to deep throat."

"Clearly." When her glare intensified, he stroked her cheek again. His cold expression broke for a moment to throw her a lopsided grin. Eventually, she let go of her anger and leaned into his touch, bringing a small smile to Sasuke's lips. "I'd love to teach you."

Taking another deep breath, she lined herself up with his thick member again. They locked eyes as an unspoken promise of trust was made. Sakura took him in her mouth, this time more mindful of her unconscious tensing. Sasuke gently cupped the back of her head with one hand, his other still holding his drink.

"Take one more deep breath and then relax your throat for me." She did as he said and forced herself to not jerk back as she felt him softly guiding her head towards him. Her hands latched onto the front of his thighs, gripping the fabric of his pants. The head of his cock brushed the back of her tongue and her eyes began to water.

"Just a bit further, I want to feel that throat spit on me."

It was the lewdest miracle, but she somehow managed to take him to the back of her throat, but no further. For a moment, she felt...pride? For sucking dick? She clenched her eyes shut at the ridiculous thought. From above, Sasuke groaned with satisfaction as Sakura felt herself running out of air. "Good girl," he hummed.

She urgently swatted at his leg and he immediately released her so she could pull back. With a sharp inhale, she gasped for air. A trail of saliva drooped from her lip to the tip of his cock for a moment before he began stroking it into his wet member. It was hard to make sense of what she was feeling exactly, but she couldn't say she didn't like it. While she caught her breath, Sasuke squatted down to her level.

"I should reward you for such a good job," he smirked. "Stand on your knees for me."

Confused but curious, she did as she was instructed only to have his fingers quickly slip past her drenched panties and inside of her. Almost as fast as he entered her, he withdrew his digits. Her core ached in their absence.

"Did that turn you on, Sakura?" She looked away as he wiggled his coated fingers between them. "I can't wait to see what a good face fucking does for you."

Her eyes snapped to his at that, fear clear as day in them. He chuckled. "That'll be another day. Right now, I want to reward you for your hard work with a good old fashioned fuck."

He caught her off guard when he sucked her juices clean off his fingers before moving her to the couch again. "Sasuke," she spoke up right before he climbed on top of her. "Shouldn't you take your...clothes off?"

The smug look on his face was enough to make her roll her eyes. Slowly, he undid his shirt one button at a time. With each motion, more and more of his sculpted form and devious tattoos came into view. She had to remind herself to control her face to keep his ego from becoming impossibly more inflated. Once the shirt was fully open, he hovered over her.

"I like the visual of taking you like this," he decided at the last second.

As she was about to object, he yanked the crotch of her soaked underwear aside and sank deep into her. As it did before, her mind blanked as the overwhelming sensation of him filling her took over. "O-oh," she moaned, her arms circling around his shoulders as though they'd keep her anchored to the world.

Once she was acclimated to him, he began to pull out and make some shallow thrusts into her. He guided one leg around his hip and growled as his thrusts grew deeper and harder. "You feel amazing, Sakura," he whispered in her ear and she clung to him.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she resigned herself to the sensations of this man fully taking her. The sound of him grunting and pumping into her, the weight of his dominating form on top, the smell of his cologne mixed with their sweat - it was all-consuming and entirely addictive. As she let her lips part and a throaty moan escape, Sasuke pulled back without any warning. Worried she had done something to offend him, she looked up with concern across her face. His gorgeous but mischievous grin dissolved any concerns clinging to her racing mind as he scooped her into his lap with her legs straddling him. He continued to thrust into her, the angle intensifying the friction inside of her in just the right way.

"I want to finish where we started," he breathed in her ear.

Before she could even furrow her brow at him, he was lifting her into the air with him as he stood. Sakura was cradled against him, unintentionally clenching on his member still fully buried in her. She clung to him and struggled to see where they were going over her shoulder, but Sasuke wasn't happy with the attention taken off of him. He used the hand that was bracing her back to turn her face to him and locked her in a heated kiss she couldn't resist. Lost in his sensuous lips, she momentarily forgot about the unexplained stroll he was taking them on. She was completely distracted until her back made contact with the cold glass of the window framing the million-dollar view of New York City.

"What are you doing?" Sakura hissed as he started trailing wet kisses down her jaw and neck.

"I told you earlier," he growled as he thrust up into her while holding her up by the backs of her thighs. "I'm going to give you something to beg for."

Driving his point further, he thrust particularly hard into her at the end of what he was saying, striking a bundle of nerves she rarely had touched during sex. She opened her mouth in a voiceless cry, the sensation so strong she felt paralyzed by the jolt of pleasure.

He continued to fuck her into the glass, rendering her helpless against the waves of pleasure and strength of his hold on her. "Do you like being taken like this?" She looked down at him through her sex-fueled haze and managed to nod. His rhythm slowed as she did. "Tell me."

She began to panic. Did he really want her to say she liked this out loud? Was that what was going to get him off? Was she going to make it that big of a deal? Struggling to find the words, she looked away before muttering, "I like when you fuck me like this."

"Hn," he grunted. He was still pumping into her, but the pace was agonizingly slow. "And how exactly am I fucking you?"

She jerked her head to face him and swallowed her pride. He locked eyes with her, that spark of mischief shining in his. "I like it when you fuck me against the window like this."

"Hn," he smirked with a growl. "Good girl."

Before she could make a smart retort, her back was pressed hard to the glass again without warning and his hold on her tightened. The slow strokes he was torturing her with escalated to vigorous pumps. As he angled himself to meet her hips, her nails bit into his shoulders while her eyes widened at the unexpected friction against her clit. Was she seriously about to come? The shaking that overtook her thighs signaled to him exactly where she was on her path to completion, so he gripped her thighs tighter as he brought her to orgasm.

"A-ah..!" She cried, the explosion of pleasure taking over. As she contracted wildly on him, Sasuke came almost immediately after. His hips rolled to a stop as they remained there panting together against one another.

Once they had caught their breaths, Sasuke carefully leaned off of Sakura's smaller frame and lowered her down to her shaky legs. With her cheeks flushed and eyes dilated, he couldn't think of anything so beautiful he had ever seen before. "I'll walk you to the shower," he said finally.

Sakura nods, her mind still catching up on the whole episode she had just participated in. She followed him to the en suite bathroom and tried her hardest to keep her thighs tight so his semen wouldn't run down them. As soon as the shower was on, she practically jumped in. The devilman was about to turn to leave when she called to him. "Do you...want to join me?"

He raised a brow, not expecting such an invitation, but in no way planned to pass the opportunity up. While she stood in the running water, her arms crossed in a loose fashion over her torso, he let his pants finally fully fall to the ground. Without any shame, she let her eyes fully drink him in. If he was going to fuck her like that, she could at least ogle at his body without judgment.

"Your body is completely unfair," she complained as he stepped in next to her. While the water rolled down the chords of muscles along his chest and arms, Sakura ran her hands down them.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?"

Her hands recoiled as if singed by fire. Suddenly her back is pressed to the cold tile of the shower while a strong hand wrapped tight around her throat. She would have panicked, had his lips connected with hers at that moment in a deep kiss.

He pulled back just enough to get a look at her eyes. "I want to teach you some proper respect," he explained against her lips. She nodded, dazed by his passion. "But that can wait until next time."

Sakura blinked a few times, the water from the shower tumbling off her lashes and cheeks. "So I can't touch you?"

He looked down at her before pushing his soaked hair out of his eyes. "You can," he said with a grin. "I was just making a funny 'Fifty Shades' reference."

Her arms circled around his back and brought her face flush to his chest. Not expecting the embrace, it took him a moment to adjust before he returned the hug and even kissed her on the top of her head. "Do you regret our deal yet?" He asked against her hair.

The turn of her lips could be felt against his pec. "I'm now all the more determined to see it through."

Second chapter done! I don't have a single word typed up yet for the next one, but would LOVE to get some fun (maybe cheeky) thoughts from you all on anything you'd like to see in the rest of the story ahead. Can't wait to hear from you 3 xoxo