To ease some of the tension between them, they agree to meet up once a week for a " truce" of sorts; the rest of the time though is fair game.
A sasusaku au snippet. Harry Potter crossover. 18+ due to smut and cursing. Sakura as a Slytherin and Sasuke as a Gryffindor.
*** This is just a collection of UNEDITED thoughts. If I turned this one into a full-fanfic, I'd go into much more detail and make it a lot slower paced. I'd also change the title. ***
"Move out of the way, Haruno."
"Why don't you try and make me, Uchiha."
Their friends would relentlessly tease them about the sexual tension between them. Sasuke's saying that he should go and fuck the damn Slytherin witch already and put her in her place, getting it over with, while Sakura's chose a different approach; to wiggle their well-manicured brows suggestively when they would spot the cunningly elusive Gryffindor saunter down the hallway, unattended.
The silent, albeit teasing suggestion to go over and push the dark-haired wizard into the nearest broom closet to have her way with him was heavily implied, which in turn caused the poor pink-haired woman to blush a deep shade of magenta due to not only her utter embarrassment, but also her deep hatred from the scandalous notion. 'A noble Slytherin fucking a Gryffindor— how dishonorable! The thought alone makes me sick.'
However, as the weeks progressed things began to 'heat up' between them. Then pretty soon it was just a matter of time, before—
The pinkette pushed her long, flowy hair behind her with the quick swipe of a wrist before she took one step closer. "I said…," she hissed through clenched teeth, "Make me… Uchiha." She watched with great satisfaction when her rival's face grew sour from the way in which she'd disrespected his family's name. Sasuke in turn took two large steps towards her, his imposing stature towering over her smaller frame. She didn't flinch and remained firm as she tilted her head backwards, only slightly to accommodate their height difference.
"Listen up, Haruno. I don't know who you think you are, but you will NOT disrespect me or my clan like that. You're just a filthy little—"
"Enough!" The booming voice of their professor silenced his insult and the pair put space between them then when he came into view. "In my class…," Kakashi stated as he placed himself between them, his demeanor unusually stern. "We will all get along and be cordial. Now, I suggest you have a seat and open your books to page 394."
With begrudging faces and slight reluctance on their part, the entire class did as they were told while the feuding duo sat down on the complete opposite side of the room from one another, occasionally sending disgruntled, heated glares towards one another as the lesson commenced soon after.
Afterwards however, while Sakura was meandering down the cobblestoned hallway with her best friend (laughing at something stupid Ino had said) she felt a sharp tug on her right elbow. With a startled gasp of surprise, she was then yanked into a dimly lit but empty classroom by none other than the frosty and grumpy Uchiha himself. Her surprised expression quickly turned downright furious and she ripped her elbow out of his grasp as soon as the door was shut behind them. "What the fuck are you doing, Uchiha! Manhandling a woman like that is disrespectful, and appalling. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I would," he started, glancing around once before his gaze settled on her again. "… if in fact it was a woman I just manhandled." Both his ridicule and his arrogant smirk caused Sakura to momentarily lose her train of thought. She sputtered indignantly, then violently crossed her arms over her chest, huffing at him bitterly.
"You have some nerve, Uch—"
His large, calloused hand came up quickly to slap across her mouth, stinging her skin as he shoved her backwards against the wall roughly. His frame pressed into hers in order to hold her firmly in place, while he leaned down to growl, low and deep, in her ear. "Don't you dare speak of my family clan's name in such a way again, Sakura… with a disrespectful tongue like that… you filthy little mudblood. If I was more like my Father—"
Sakura shoved his palm away from her lips, but his figure remained firmly pressed against hers as her intense glare narrowed even further. "You'd do what exactly? It's not like a perfect Gryffindor to act or do anything bad. Aren't you all supposed to be good?" She lifted her lips slightly when he frowned and his hands came to rest beside her head, his blunt nails biting into its surface.
"Don't bother testing my patience, Slytherin brat. Just because I was sorted into the same house as my Mother doesn't mean that I won't go against my better judgment and punish you for the disrespectful attitude. In case you have forgotten… let me refresh your memory, love. My old man…Fugaku Uchiha… was the head of Slytherin. The founder of it actually. So I also have a little of the Slytherin blood running through my veins alongside Gryffindor. Meaning—" He trailed off, his voice lowering several octaves as he leaned into her; his lips a mere inch away from her ear. "I have all of the qualities of them as well." His breath fanned across her skin as he continued and she had to close her eyes and clench her jaw in order to keep herself calm and in check. "Ambitious. Determined. Confident and cunning. Resourceful… clever. Loyal—"
"Stop," she hissed and tried to shove him away, but he barely moved an inch; although he did lean back slightly to meet her heated gaze. His smirk widened when he witnessed her disheveled appearance and prominently blushing cheeks.
"Do I make you nervous, Haruno," he chuckled.
"I don't know what you mean." Sakura tried to act angry, but that feeling had long ago vanished and had since been replaced by one that she refused to acknowledge. "Get away from me, Uchiha. I have to go. My friends must be worried sick about me being gone this long."
But the young man refused to budge. "There you go again; insulting my family. How should I punish you, Haruno?" The rosey witch lifted a hand and made to slap him across the cheeks in retaliation. However he was faster and snatched her mid-air by the wrist and pressed it against the wall behind her, trapping it. Her face grew even more flustered and she lifted the other one but the same thing happened and she soon found herself stuck between him and the wall with no way out.
The air was thick and hot with growing tension as their breaths mingled between them. But then— A knock.
"Hello," a gruff voice sounded beyond. "Yamato, are you in there? We need to talk about you stealing my lunch again, you bastard!"
Sakura's eyes widened just a few seconds before Sasuke disappeared in a thick cloud of smoke. She quickly placed her hands over her mouth to try and suppress a choked cough and somehow managed to scurry across the room in order to hide behind a wooden desk that sat at the front of the room just as the wooden door flung open roughly. "Hey… I know you're in here somewhere! I can hear you, bastard! Come out and face me like a man, you coward!"
'That fucking bastard,' she thought as she held her breath while the enraged professor ranted on in his search of the absent Yamato. 'I will get you for this!'
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A week or so had passed before their next "heated" encounter.
"I am going to kick your fucking ass, Uchiha."
"I would like to see you try, Haruno."
Standing across from each other on the Quidditch field as seekers with a broom between their legs the tension was crippling at this point. Their teammates shifted on their feet nervously whilst they anxiously waited for the game to officially begin.
Professor Might Guy stood between them and the uneasiness was evident in his features for a brief moment before he plastered on a fake, warm smile. "Now I want a nice clean game, from all of you. This isn't about winning or losing. It's about having a fun time out there! Get ready!"
The crowds began to cheer enthusiastically as the teams simultaneously kicked off of the ground and began their ascent higher into the sky, flying to their rightful positions. Blue mingled with green… as well as red and yellow… on the bleachers and everyone was screaming for their favorite players or team as professor Guy moved to the center of the field and raised his hand into the air.
Black and green clashed. Grips tightened. Chests rose and fell quickly. One, two, three—
"BEGIN!"
The speed and agility in which the players moved rendered them practically invisible to the naked eye, but even through all of the blur of red and green two figures stood out amongst the rest when they simply flew to the middle of the field, high above the rest of their clashing teammates.
Sasuke and Sakura.
They both hovered just a few feet apart above the stadium, eyes scanning the horizon for the familiar bleary streak of gold. Sakura scoffed when she saw his obsidian orbs land on her. "I'm going to win," she said matter-of-factly while giving him a cocky smirk. "You might as well give up now, Uchiha." He rolled his eyes at her as his grip on his broom tightened.
"Only in your dreams, Haruno."
A short pause—
"Why didn't you just sit this game out, hmm? I heard that you hurt yourself during practice yesterday. You poor, little baby." The outwardly intentional sarcasm in her voice dripped from her tongue and oozed with a hint of disdain. Her smirk widened when he glared daggers at her. As if it was brought on by her words, the pain in his ankle throbbed anew… but the young man was not about to miss out on the game against Slytherin; especially when Sakura Haruno would be the Seeker for it. He couldn't let her win… he simply couldn't. The pinkette would mock him for weeks, or even months, possibly years to come if she did.
He refused to allow that to happen without a fight. So he had forced himself from the hospital wing that morning, against the wishes and protesting Madam Shizune, and began his own preparations in order to accommodate his injury in today's match. Sasuke opened his mouth to retort, but was silenced when Sakura's vibrant irises widened before she took off, soaring swiftly past him. When he turned his head, he cursed low and swung his broom around quickly to follow after her. She may have spotted the snitch first, but he'd be damned if she would be the one to catch it.
Sasuke gently bumped her when he caught up and used the momentum to forge slightly ahead, though she wasn't far behind. "You want to play it that way, huh," Sakura growled at him before moving up next to him. She rammed roughly into his left side much more so than he had, causing him to veer off course significantly. The dark-haired cursed after her while she simply laughed at his irritation. "Keep up now if you can."
It went on like this for a bit, with both teams Seekers fighting for the right to catch the golden snitch. Both came up empty handed however, and the Griffindor had grown annoyed while his ankle throbbed more profoundly. Sasuke was almost ready to call it quits, almost when suddenly a beater came whizzing past him. The wizard grabbed hold and used a large club to knock Sakura roughly from her broom. When she lost her grip on it, she began to fall.
The pinkette plummeted swiftly and a heartstopping scream emitted from her lips as she tumbled down. Sasuke changed course instantaneously without a thought and dove downwards swiftly using all of his forward momentum in order to catch her before she hit the ground. Profound screams of shock, outrage sounded from the audience as they watched on with bated breath.
His right arm outstretched towards her as he came closer and then their eyes met and seconds later he wrapped it around her waist, jerking his broom back up with the other. The yank on his right arm where it came to rest on her stomach was agonizing, but he only grits his teeth after pulling them back and away from the ground. Once level, he steadied them with his legs then used both of his arms to haul Sakura up the rest of the way onto his broom in front of him. The witch swayed slightly before wrapping her arms around his belly. Burying her cheeks in the crook of his neck, she adjusted her legs around his. Sasuke could feel her heartbeat pounding where their chest met, and the feel of her breath blowing against his skin caused his arm to tighten around her while he pressed the other one into the middle of her back to hold her in place. The sounds of the crowd had long since faded from his subconscious as he focused all of his attention on her.
Releasing her middle, he uses his hand to begin lowering them slowly to the ground. "Are you okay, Haruno…," he finally asked, but the way in which he said her last name was more so done with affection rather than the usual disdain or frustration.
"Y-yeah. Thank you, Sasuke. For saving me." That was the first time he'd ever heard her use his given first name rather than his last. He secretly liked it.
"I'm sure you would have done the same for me," he says nonchalantly.
Sakura didn't speak to him aloud, but the way in which she squeezed his middle tightly afterwards was all the answer that he needed.
Things changed for them after that; very quickly.
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Months later…
"I told you to get lost, Uchiha. Stop following me!"
"I told you to stop fucking calling me that, Haruno."
"Well you started it, you bastard!"
The pink-haired placed her hands on her hips and tossed her ponytail behind her back with a light jerk of her head. They glared savagely at each other as their friends stood idly by, awkwardly exchanging a knowing look between them as the fight continued.
"How did I start it, Haruno?" Her green eyes flashed and Sakura huffed before rolling her eyes at him in annoyance.
"You've been following me all morning."
"It's not my fault that we have the same classes and decide to go in the same direction."
"You could always go around me, you know."
"How? You take up the whole damn hallway!"
"HOW DARE YOU! I OTTA—"
"Hey, um Sakura…," Ino chimed in before receiving a glare from both rivals. "Yeah, I'm going to head to class now. Try not to be late this time okay. Let's go, Naruto. Maybe we can save them both a seat." Ino grabbed Naruto's shirt sleeve before guiding him on further down the hall. When they were out of sight, Sakura let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
"Whatever. I can't be late… again. So I will let that insult slide this time, Uchiha. But mark my words if you say something like that again to me, there'll be hell to pay." The young woman started to walk past him, but didn't make it very far.
Sasuke growled at her response and grabbed her not so kindly by the arm before shoving her into the nearest classroom; thanking the gods above that it was thoroughly vacant. "Uchiha, what are you—"
"OH MY GOD! JUST STOP TALKING, SAKURA! JUST SHUT UP!"
She felt frozen, not used to Sasuke raising his voice at her like that and when his fist came down next to her head, she began to tremble. The young wizard almost instantly regretted his reaction and placed a hand on her hip gently, before inclining his head to rest it against her shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you. It's just that…well damn it…you drive me fucking crazy sometimes, Sakura Haruno. I know you do this shit to get under my skin… and it works. Every. Fucking. Time. It isn't a good excuse for my actions, but it's the reason."
Sakura wasn't truly scared of him, just shocked, but after that wore off, she reached up tentatively to run her fingers through his hair. When he sighs, Sakura pulled him closer and buried her cheeks against the top of his head while her free arm wrapped around his broad shoulders. Sasuke lifted his head up and nuzzled against her cheeks gently as another small apology and when his lips touched hers… they both sighed in contentment. It wasn't their first kiss (that was stolen by Sasuke himself behind the quidditch field one day after a heated game) but it was more sensual, seductive even, and Sakura found herself breathless mere seconds after it began.
When she pulled away to catch her breath, he ran a soft trail down her jawline before settling against the large vein in her throat. Sakura tilted her head to the right to give him full access to her neck. Her grip on his inky, jet-black hair tightened, but not painfully so, and she let his name slip from her lips in a breathy, tender whisper.
"Sasuke."
"Shh," the Uchiha hushed her, before wrapping his lips around the vein, sucking on the skin there hard. This time, her nails bit into his scalp and Sasuke let out a hiss as he soothed the sensitive flesh with a swipe of his tongue. She was hoping that he would go further than just the simple affections this time, but sadly she found that he began to pull away after that, before removing himself completely thereafter; apart from his right hand still holding firmly onto one of hers.
"Come on, Haruno. We have just two minutes to get to class before we 'll be written-up as tardy… again. Same place next week though, alright." Reluctantly, she allowed her rival to pull her out of the otherwise vacant classroom, but not before silently promising him retaliation in the near future.
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'Not all of their encounters were rosy and sweet. Some were rough, earth shattering. Some would even say mind altering.'
Sakura blushed when he lifted her onto a desk, his hands resting firmly on her hips before he leaned in and kissed her. Sasuke wasted little time in pillaging her mouth as she gasped. He ground his rigid cock against her front. When he finally pulled away from her lips—
"Is this what you wanted from me all along, Haruno? Hm?" When nothing but harsh breaths met his ears, he scowled. "Answer me…," he hisses; thrusting his hips once. "Is it the reason behind you continuing to grope my cock under the table during lunch?" A little whimper reached his ears and he smirked…rotating his hips once more. "Did you really want me to take you in front of everyone in the dining hall? You're so fucking lucky that I have more self control than that. Otherwise things would've ended much differently. I mean really, sneaking over to Gryffindor's table like that… tsk. You're such a naughty little minx, aren't you?"
"I… I wasn't— AHH!" He nibbled at her lips, before cupping her sex with his left palm. He began to rub the heel of it against her clothed clit and she pulled away from his lips in order to lean backwards on the desk. Propped up by her elbows, she threw herself back as she ground her hips against him, increasing her own pleasure. "Fuck, Uchiha. Right there. Yes!"
Sakura missed Sasuke's small smirk of satisfaction before he grabbed her hand, dragging it forward so she fell flat on her back, before he brought it to the front of his pants. One tiny thrust from his hips was enough of an understanding for her and a reminder of his needs and she started to rub him at the same pace that he was for her. He leaned down, pressing his upper thighs against the edge of the desktop as he brought his lips down to hers in order to silence her soft, feminine moans.
They were in Professor Hatake's classroom after all and anybody could come in at any moment. Which was part of the thrill and their lustful excitement.
It didn't take long, with a practiced hand, for her to jerk up a few times before coming undone beneath him; her cum soaking the front of her black panties and skin-tight pants. He hummed in approval before thrusting against her tenfold; all too eager to join her in ecstasy. When he was fully satiated, he helped to lift her from the desk and adjusted their clothing just a few seconds before Professor Hatake walked into the classroom. The older wizard paused, the mask covering his face making his expression difficult to read, but they knew that it had to be obvious to him of their activities with Sakura's flushed cheeks and their uneven breathing. That's not to mention their disheveled hair and clothing.
He cleared his throat after a brief pause though and made his way over to his desk without giving them a second glance. "Class starts in ten minutes. Please prepare accordingly."
The young couple nodded, before walking out of the classroom together; side by side. Professor Kakashi sighed with exasperation and shook his head before scrubbing his right hand down the length of his face then lifted his wand from his pocket and with a swift flick of his wrist several cleaning supplies lifted into the air before making their way to the vacated desk. His mask hid a knowing smirk, upturning his lips, as he prepared for his next lesson.
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"Fuck you… Uchiha," she hissed through clenched teeth as her grip on the stair banister tightened. The knee that rests on it rocked as he slammed into her from behind. A moment later, a harsh slap could be heard around them as his hands came down to cup her ass roughly. He had the Slitherin tightly pinned against the metal railing and there was no means of escaping the onslaught that he forced on her body. Not that she would've stopped him anyway. Sakura would never admit to this, but she loved it when he took control like this. His need for her was so great that he would rut into her like a man possessed.
"Shut up, Haruno."
"This doesn't… ahh… change anything, Uchiha."
"I know…," he pants vigorously as he continues to slam into her. She could hear other students in the corridors chatting amongst each other and felt her adrenaline skyrocket. The fact that the pair could be caught at any given moment, somehow, seemed to heighten her arousal even further. That thought was soon interrupted by one harsh thrust from her lover. "Damn it," she hisses before moaning loudly.
"Keep it down, Slytherin or we'll be caught," he says before nipping her ear in a teasing manner.
"S-shut up, idiot! It's your f-fa—ULT! SHIT!"
Her nails bit into the wood, succeeding in breaking one of them, but she didn't even seem to notice as he shifted her slightly in order to angle his cock just enough to continually rub against the most sensitive area deep inside of her while ramming and thrusting his hips against her ass.
"I said," he hissed as he leaned forward again to lick the shell of her right earlobe. "Be fucking quiet!" The pinkette turned slightly to glare daggers at him and he took the opportunity to nibble at her kiss-swollen, plump lips in retaliation. She jerked backwards and actually growled at him. Going so far as to open her mouth to retaliate verbally. However she could utter a single word as the sudden grinding of wood as the staircase began to twist under their feet caused her to gasp loudly in surprise instead. "Fucking hell…," Sasuke groans as he pushed her against the railing more firmly to prevent her from falling down, though he remained tightly wrapped in her heat. "I…fucking forgot that they sometimes move on their own. Just hang on."
She was breathing hard when they came to a jerky stop and neither moved for a moment. She couldn't stop herself from whimpering though when she felt her lover's cock twitch inside of her. The slightest of sounds coming from her mouth caused him to surge forward once and Sakura screamed out loud when she felt herself falling forwards. But the pink-haired witch needn't worry because his arm wrapped tight around her waist to hold her firmly in place while he continued to make love to her.
Sakura came surprisingly quickly thereafter with his cock buried deep inside of her. Her head rested on his right shoulder and her fingers tugged roughly at his messy locks. He hissed her name as she pulled and whispered sweet nothings against his earlobe. Sasuke came only seconds after she did. After they were both satisfied and had started to readjust their clothes for classes, she turned to face him. "Hey uh, Uchiha." When he looked up at her, she said, "Want to make this a bi-weekly thing instead? You know as in you… scratch my itch and I'll scratch yours?" She didn't think that he would actually answer her when he continued to simply adjust the front of his pants.
Until—
She had to suck in a deep breath as he winked at her before walking away. The wicked smirk he had given her before that however was all the answer she needed.
'Things are about to get interesting indeed.'
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"I-I can't b-believe… that you b-beat… OH f-fuck… me on t-that exam," Sakura panted while she slowly rolled her hips repeatedly against his hips. His grip on her only tightens as she squeezes him with her cunt. He pinched the flesh of her ass in reprimand and retaliation; his dark orbs lingering on her pale, bouncing bosom briefly before meeting her playful stare.
Beads of sweat sprouted across his forehead and temples while her pink hair clung to her dampened skin all the way down her back. "I told you already… I'm smarter than you." Sakura raked her sharp nails down his chest and he hissed in both pleasure and pain, his inky eyes narrowing as her lips twisted up at his visible discomfort. 'Vindictive little minx.'
"Don't insult me so, Uchiha. I'll leave you wanting—" Sakura made to rise from his lap, but Sasuke swiftly flipped their positions and thrust back into her; hard. The pink-haired witch grasped onto his biceps as he plunged into her over and over again. The absolute frustration from their feud and her insolence coming out in full force. His large hands rested on her legs, spreading them wide for his viewing pleasure, while the beads of sweat on his brow began to slowly drip down past his chin. His mouth hung open… his lips parting to let out gentle grunts as he took her for his own.
Sakura was crying out now, uncaring of who passed by the classroom that they occupied and heard their scandalous act, as pleasure consumed every cell in her body. She was roughly shoved into the cushions on the chair repeatedly, though she tried her best to arch her back to get the perfect angle while her legs wrapped tightly around his hips and her heels came to rest at the base of his spine.
"Sasuke— oh… oh!"
Her inner walls quivered deliciously around his rock hard length, and her eyes snapped firmly shut while her lips parted on a silent scream. Sakura could feel her warmth surrounding and squeezing his cock just before it slipped past her swollen lips.. dripping onto the plush cushions beneath her. Sasuke thrust back inside her and roughly continued to pump in and out of her heat.
Once, twice—
"Fuck me…," he growled before pushing into her as far as he could go. It was a few minutes before they were finally able to catch their breaths and re-dress. Sakura was about to walk out when he called out to her. "Sakura." She turned to him just as he finished tucking his white shirttail back into his pants. "How about we meet at the same time tomorrow?"
She pauses in the doorway, considering, just staring at him, before sending him a wicked grin; winking at her lover playfully. "Yeah sure. Okay."
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It went like this for months on end; with the unlikely couple bickering like cats and dogs one second and then the next finding themselves locked away in an abandoned classroom in a state of either half-dress or fully nude; unable to keep their hands off of each other. With each of their shameless encounters, the more they seemed to crave. The more they wanted and the more often they met-up in the privacy of an empty classroom, an abandoned broom closet or an unoccupied bathroom stall.
It started out as once a month, then progressed to once a week, and now it seemed like it was almost a daily occurrence. Sasuke and Sakura just couldn't seem to get enough of each other.
Finally, they snapped. Damn the consequences to their reputations and their respective houses. They just couldn't give two fucks when they were locked in each others embrace. They believed though that they were being sneaky with their get-togethers, but everyone knew better. They heard all of the rumors from the other students, and even some of the staff, who in some cases had accidentally stumbled upon the pair during their romantic moment; albeit leaving in a hasty retreat with a heated blush staining their poor cheeks from the sight before them; after even just a simple glance of the frantic couple fucking like wild animals on either a desk, chair, against a wall, or wherever else they could reach at the time.
Then one day—
"OH MY GOD," a first year shouted while covering her mouth with both hands. The girl next to her also gasped in surprise, as did several other students at the sight before them. "Is that a Gryffindor… holding hands with a Slytherin?!"
A professor standing behind them simply shook his head and sighed, before smiling gently at the pair… although it was properly hidden behind his signature mask as he watched the young couple walk hand in hand to their next class. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and made his way slowly after them. Under his breath he said, "Oh, to be young and in love."
Author's Notes:
If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.