5 Let's Play Badminton!
She had been expecting Sasuke's "punishment" to be harsher. Like, tying her to the bed and doing hardcore sex or whatever. Yes, she those thoughts were a bit perverted, but honestly, that was what Sasuke's eyes conveyed when he said the word "punishment." Actually, now that she thought about it, Sasuke almost always gave her that kind of feeling when she was around him—sometimes, she felt like he wanted to eat her or something.
Not entirely unpleasant, but…
She hadn't been expected Sasuke's "punishment" to be this sweet, this tender. She blushed more that night than she ever had in her nine years of liking Naruto.
Again, for some stupid, unexplainable reason, Sasuke couldn't find it in his stupid, illogical heart to dot he usual thing he did with girls—take her back to her house, get invited in, and fuck. Was it because she was too annoying? Or was it because she was so honest to him about her interest in Naruto? Or was it because…he liked her?
Well, whatever the reason, here he was, parked in front of her house. She hadn't gotten down yet. She looked at him expectedly, her green eyes fierce with determination. Unfortunately, he didn't know what to do. What was there to do if you crossed out sex?
"Well?" she pressed when two silent minutes had gone by.
The sound of the heavy rain coming down on the car was deafening. His head was spinning. What to do, what to do, what to do? As if she knew what was going on in his mind, she sighed and smiled at him—a sincere smile this time.
"Nevermind, Sasuke. I'll be going now. It was a wonderful evening, thank you for taking me out."
And just like that, she was gone. He watched helplessly as her red MaxMara coat started to drip with the rain.
No, not this time. I'm not going to let you get away this time.
As if on impulse, he rushed out of the car.
"Wait," he started as he roughly grabbed her arm from behind.
She raised an eyebrow.
He kissed her. Right on the mouth. Slow, deliberate, tantalizing. Her initial surprise turned into passion. It lasted for quite a long time.
"This," he breathed when their lips parted, "is just the beginning of the punishment."
"W-What?!"
"I won't have sex with you."
Now, she wasn't expecting that.
"…Not until you like me more than that idiot," he finished.
Oh.
"No offense, Sasuke, but that's going to be hard."
He smirked.
"You sure?"
"I wish I wasn't."
"Wish granted."
And he kissed her again. Neither of them noticed that they were both dripping wet.
3 Months Later
"No, stop, Sasuke, this is at a freakin' badminton court!"
"Hmm?"
His hand went further up her shirt and groped her breasts. He rubbed the nipple.
"D-Do you even hear me?!"
"Yea…"
He kissed her shoulder. His other hand slipped under her sports skirt. Rub, rub.
"A-Ah! S-Sasuke!"
She was pressed against the wall, and he was behind her…doing all these frustrating things to her.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Y-Y-YES! This is a badminton court, Sasuke! It's for playing badminton!"
"You don't sound so sure."
He swiftly pulled down her panties.
"H-Hey! What if someone comes in and sees us?!"
"They won't."
"How do you know?!"
"Booked this court and all the others too."
"WHAT?! ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
"Shh. Of course, it's not totally soundproof. But if you want people to hear you, I've got no objection."
A finger teased all around her sex.
"S-Sasuke! This is embarrassing! This is at a badminton court!"
He sighed.
"Well, if you'd prefer it that way."
He let go of her. Confused, she turned around to look at him. He'd gone to pick up his badminton racket.
"Ah, w-we're going to continue playing, right?"
She picked up her racket from the bench nearby. She looked around for her panties. Where were they?
When she looked up, Sasuke was standing in front of her. Close.
"You don't need this."
He wrenched the racket from her grasp and threw it over his shoulder. Clang.
"What are you doing?!"
"Hmm…you said you preferred it badminton style. Personally though, I'd rather touch you on my own…"
"WHAT?!"
He pressed her against the wall. Then, he slipped the racket under her shirt, under her bra, and pressed. Her nipples poked through the holes in the racket. He licked her nipples there.
"A-Ahhh!!"
With the holding end of the racket, he used to tease her maidenhead. First, he rubbed it down the length of her thighs, and then got closer and closer to her sex. When he got there, he slipped his own two fingers in.
"AHHHH!!"
He began pumping her. A hot energy rang out through her body, and she could not resist it. She clung desperately onto his firm shoulders. Pump, pump, pump. She tried to make no noise, not succeeding.
When they were finished, the racket and her shirt lay forgotten, on the floor. Her face was red beyond imagination. And his face, well, it was smugly satisfied.
How could he not be? There were badminton racket marks on her breasts. He wanted to giggle like crazy. And she looked so red.
"Let's go, Sakura. Badminton session's over."
"Y-Yea!"
She picked up her shirt on the floor and pulled it over her head.
"Let me ask you a question though…why a badminton court of all places?!"
He shrugged.
"You were sucking at playing badminton with me, I suppose. Annoyed the hell out of me. Needed to give you some punishment."
She tried not to blush, to no avail.
He put both arms around her waist and pulled her to him.
"…And are you seriously asking why a badminton court? It isn't stranger than all the other places we did this," he smirked again.
"Argh!"
She buried her face in his shirt as images of Sasuke teasing her in places she never thought possible ran through her head. Her room. His room. The hospital. The circus. The kitchen. At an office. In the swimming pool. Tease, tease, tease. But never sex.
He was true to his word. But by now, she was wishing for the sex. He was too convincing. But did she like him better than Naruto by now? She didn't know yet. She'll just have to wait and see.
"Sasuke?"
"What."
"Where's…my panties?"
"In my pocket."
"Can you give them to me?"
His eyes sparkled at her mischievously and he began to walk out of the court.
"Of course not."
"HEY!"
She had to go home with no panties on.