"Come on, Sakura! Just one little picture— What could go wrong?" A lot apparently; a lot could go very, VERY wrong.

A sasusaku AU snippet. 18+ content due to strong language/theme & a small moment of masturbating. UNEDITED!

Saturday - 6:03pm

Sakura flopped onto her bed, her head falling onto her fluffy white pillow while her hair splayed across it in damp, limp strands. She sighs as she reaches for her cell phone lying next to her on the bedside table. After opening her text messages she begins to type, a small smile on her lips.

Want to hang out with me tonight, Ino-pig? I need one little 'last hoorah' before I start my new job on Monday.

She didn't have to wait long for a response.

Absolutely, bitch! Just tell me when and where and I'll be there, forehead. ;)

Her smile grows as she tosses the phone onto her bed beside her and rises to get ready.

Saturday - 11:32pm.

Both she and Ino were thoroughly and completely inebriated, of which the pinkette was certain. But at that moment, she really couldn't find the willpower or brain cells to give a fuck. She lifted a tiny glass (alongside her companion) and downed it swiftly… this one being Sakura's— wait, what number was it again?

She began to uncontrollably giggle and then choked on the next shot when her blonde bestie next to her unceremoniously fell from her bar stool from leaning back just a little bit too far…the woman's equilibrium being completely off kilter due to the blonde's highly intoxicated state.

The male bartender, who'd been graciously serving them all evening (and putting up with their antics) let out a heavy and disgruntled sigh, before shaking his head. "I think that it's about time for the both of you to leave. You're disrupting my other customers," he says while his thin lips twisted into a deep frown.

A swift glance around the bar indicated the truth behind his 'well-intended statement', and so Sakura began to clumsily remove herself from her barstool to try and assist her best friend in getting back onto her feet. Then finally after much finagling and heavy lifting on Sakura's part, they managed to somehow do just that; with Ino now resting her left arm across Sakura's shoulders.

"I—w-we're sorry," the pink-haired woman mumbled sheepishly as she unintentionally began to slur her speech before they started to make their way out of the rapidly crowding bar. The girls clumsily bumped into several of the patrons when they stumbled their way to the doors; one in particular caused Sakura to lose her grip on her friend, and they nearly crashed to the ground if it hadn't been for said man and his friend's swift actions in grabbing them both by the arms to halt their forward momentum.

She didn't even spare the men so much as a single glance but she did apologize as she tried to remove herself from his grasp. Her pale cheeks heated with growing embarrassment, but when she pried herself away from him enough to gain her unsteady footing once more, she reached for Ino and the pair made it the rest of the way to the exit…relatively unscathed. She had never been this drunk before and swore to herself that if she remembered this in the morning, she would never do it again.

Sunday - 12:57am.

"Fucking shit. My head hurts," Ino groaned as she flopped onto the pinkette's leather couch; tossing her plum-colored clutch to the side as she spread her legs out wide in front of her, seemingly uncaring (or possibly just unaware) of the unladylike position which caused her skirts to lift just high enough for the other woman to see her lacy panties. Sakura simply rolled her eyes as she took the seat opposite her, but when her purse hit the floor something slid out of it that caught her attention.

'A phone? What the actual fuck—' Her rosy-colored brows furrowed significantly as she gracelessly bent down to pick it up off the floor; tilting her head to the side as she flipped it over and over again in her left hand. 'This isn't mine. But then… who's phone is it, and how did it get in my purse?'

"What's that…," the blonde questioned as her head rolled to the side lethargically, before coming to rest on the plush arm of the couch; her lazy gaze was as unfocused as Sakura had ever seen it. The pinkette shook her head in absolute confusion while her tired gaze shifted back to the device in her grasp.

"It's a cell. But it's not mine."

Ino instantly perked up at this and got up to sit next to Sakura, plopping down heavily even though they both didn't technically fit in the armchair very easily and quickly snatched it from her, mirroring Sakura's earlier movements. When she tested the buttons, it unlocked and the pinkette gasped when her friend began to swipe through it; her eyes growing wide.

"INO! You can't go through someone else's phone like that! It is disrespectful at best… and unlawful!"

Ino rolled her eyes. "Relax, will you. I'm just trying to figure out who's phone it is…so that we can return it to them. I mean, it's not like I'm— HOLY SHIT! THIS GUY IS HOT!" Sakura groaned and ran her hands down the length of her face before resting her head on the back of the chair.

"Ino, get out of their photos!"

"How else am I supposed to figure out who's phone it is! And so what if I'm fucking nosy! Sue me!" They might, Sakura thought, but refrained from speaking this particular notion aloud as she allowed her own curiosity to get the best of her and leaned in to look over her friend's shoulder. 'Damn she's right… he is ho— no, sexy as hell.'

Sunday - 2:43am.

Both women continued to scroll through the man's photos, (that part was now clear— it was definitely a man's cell phone) well into the early morning hours before the blonde came up with a bright idea to take some selfies with it. "It takes way better photos than mine! Mine is shit. Look at this house and that car! I need to know what this guy fucking does for a living to afford such expensive taste! I mean that suit has to cost well over 20k!"

At first, Sakura adamantly protested the suggestion of taking pictures, certain that they would somehow be caught by possibly forgetting to delete them and whatnot. But in the end, she caved and impulsively agreed to it. The women prepared accordingly down to the finest detail. After a few test shots, they were finally ready.

Sunday - 3:11am

Sakura stood on the opposite side of the room and snapped away while the blonde continuously blew kisses and winked suggestively at the phone lense, maybe even flipping it the bird once or twice, before she jumped unsteadily to her feet and stumbled her way over to Sakura; grabbing it from her tight grasp, then pulled the pinkette over to the couch instead of herself before moving to stand in the same place she had been a moment ago. "Now, it's your turn."

"Ino, I don't—"

"Come on, Sakura! Just one little picture— What could go wrong?" The pink-haired bit her bottom lip gently in contemplation and Ino took the opportunity to snap a quick photo. "That was hot, forehead! Do it again!" Sakura laughed and Ino took another. It went on like this for a few minutes as Sakura grew more comfortable being the 'center-of-attention'.

Pretty soon after, her photos began to mirror that of the blondes. Until—

"Hey! Wait a sec. I've got an idea!" The mischievous smirk on Ino's pink lips caused Sakura's poor heart to momentarily cease its beating before the living room began to spin on its axis.

'Oh shit, this can't be good.'

The last thing she remembered was seeing Ino's backside as she scurried away before everything went black.

Sunday - 10:46am.

Buzz buzz. Buzz buzz.

Sakura began to stir, before startling awake as the device next to her began to vibrate. She was slightly confused as to how she had managed to fall asleep lying across the tiny coffee table (half-dressed mind you) and glanced around the space before spotting her companion who was lying half-hazardously and unconscious across the loveseat; snoring. 'What in the hell happened last night?' She was wiping away the line of drool from her cheek and stretching when the phone began to buzz again. Her brows furrowed when she picked it up. 'I don't recognize this? Is it Ino's?'

"Hello," she asked cautiously as she lifted it to her right ear; her voice still thick from sleep.

"Hi. This is Sasuke Uchiha. I believe you have my cell phone."

Sakura smacked an open palm across her forehead and let out a loud groan. "I am so sorry. I'm not sure how this happened but you're welcome to come and get it any time. Let me give you my address." Once they made arrangements for him to come later and pick it up she hung up the cell and began to rub her throbbing temples before running her hands through her tangled hair. A thought plaguing her as she rose unsteadily onto her feet; her intention to take a long, hot shower.

As she stripped and then stepped under the warm spray, she thought, '…what actually happened last night?'

Sunday - 4:05pm

"I'm so sorry again for the misunderstanding…," the blonde said and Sasuke simply lifted his hand to try and cease her tenth (or more—he has lost count by now) apology. He was tired, achy, he had a massive headache, and was just ready to go home and relax before work began the following day.

"It's fine, really. No harm done…," he said; his tone void of the deep-seated rage carefully boiling within. 'I could have sworn I bumped into a different girl…,' he thought but refrained from asking as it wasn't his place to do so. Perhaps he had been a bit too drunk to remember it as well— "I thank you for letting me stop by and get it."

With that, he left.

Sunday - 6:51pm

"… and another thing, you little shit—"

Sasuke inwardly face-palmed as his grandmother continued with her rant about his "miserable attitude and his ill attempts at finding a 'proper' wife" and he took a tiny sip from his wine glass to ease a little bit of the tension that was building behind his temples again. It was the same exact argument every single fucking time that he was forced to visit his atrocious family (and thank god it was down now to only once a month) and he was almost at the point of forgoing anything that had to do with this dysfunctional family of his altogether.

'If only it were that easy.'

Sunday - 8:02pm

"Fuck," Sasuke hisses through his clinched teeth as he pumped his shaft steadily in the warm stream of his shower. Water droplets dripped steadily from his spiky-black locks where it trickled down his chiseled chest, trailing past the small dip in his navel, before settling between his thighs on his tightly closed fist. With his head tilted, he grunted again— "Damn it… just a little… more and— hmph."

When he'd finished cleaning himself up he wrapped a large towel loosely around his hips and exited his bathroom. He was carefully drying his hair when his phone began to ring. He bit a button and said, "Hey. What's up, Itachi." His voice was gruff while he held the cellphone between his right ear and shoulder so he could more easily shimmy his boxers up the full length of his thighs to settle on his hips. After a few well-wishes and pleasantries, Itachi got to the real reason why he had called in the first place.

"When you get the chance, can you send me that photo of Mom and Pop from their 30th anniversary? Izumi wants to use it for some sort of craft thing that she's working on or something like that." The young Uchiha grunted at the mention of his brother's wife; thoughts of how the kind-hearted woman was into her crafting and almost all of her gifts to friends and family alike were homemade was the first thing that entered his mind.

She was too good for his family. Izumi deserved so much better. But then, so did his brother. "Sure, I'll do it now so that I don't forget."

"Thanks, little brother. See you next week at family dinner?"

"Yeah, see you."

Sunday - 8:04pm

'What in the fuck is this?'

Sasuke was left speechless, his left thumb hovering over the millions (okay maybe not THAT many, but it was certainly a whole bunch…) of new photographs now housed in his cellphone's 'recent' photo album. He was relaxing on his mattress with his bare back leaning up against the old wooden headboard and a thin sheet draped loosely across his hips when he'd noticed them. He paused for a long long time before finally gaining the courage to scroll through them.

When he'd moved past all of the ones of the blonde haired beauty, whom he'd retrieved his phone back from, Sasuke came across some taken of a familiar woman with a head full of long petal pink locks and striking green eyes.

'I knew I wasn't that fucking drunk! I remember this one! She's the girl who ran into me at the bar. The other one is the one who returned my phone to me earlier and ran into Sai.' He skipped over almost all of those, deleting them as he went, before carefully and strategically swiping through the rest of the pink haired lady. The further along he got into them, the more and more scandalous (and scarcely clothed..) the pinkette became, until—

"Fuck," he hissed, before nearly dropping his phone on one particular photo. He quickly recovered it and righted it in his hand once more, but the sight before him was enough to cause his eyes to grow wide, his breath to falter, and small beads of sweat to form on his left temple and right brow; combine that with the light blush rising up his neck… were all indicators of the wide range of emotions currently raging through him; in both mind and body.

'Why is she topless and is that her… that's definitely her pussy or at least a glimpse of it. The expression on her face is really… seductive. Damn.'

Sunday - 8:07pm

He had propped his cell phone on the nightstand while one hand rested next to his side (fisting the sheets) as the other gripped his cock. He wasn't a man who indulged in such activity often (especially more than once a day), but that photo stirred things inside of him that he couldn't hope to suppress. His lean hips jerked upward as he made his final pump.

"FUCK!"

Sunday - 8:17pm

Sasuke sat on his bed afterwards, raking his hand through his hair before letting out a deep sigh. His phone chimed with an incoming message a moment later and he reached for it where he'd discarded it on his night stand.

Thanks for the picture, Sasuke. Appreciate it.

Anytime. Took me a few to find it. Sorry.

It's not a problem. See you later.

Sunday - 10:28pm

He was finally able to fall asleep.

Monday - 7:01am

He was next in line at the bistro and after ordering his morning coffee, (black because hey it was one of those mornings) he was reaching into his wallet to fish out his credit card when he heard it. "I'll have a caramel mocha latte please," the sweet sounding voice resonated next to his right ear, and he turned slowly as if time itself stood still, but when he did his black eyes widened before he quickly turned away.

He remained firmly facing in the opposite direction, until he had paid, and then left a few minutes later; feeling as if he'd just seen a ghost… or maybe just dodged a bullet.

Monday - 8:29am

"Now, I want everyone to be on their best behavior and wish our newest member a warm and welcome hello when she arrives," his eldest brother stated as he adjusted his tie. "She should be here any minute now. She'll be working closely with all of you, so it's best to become well acquainted and work with your strengths and her own."

'Hmm, she's running half an hour late… on her first day. How—'

"Hello! Hello! Sorry I'm late! Traffic was a nightmare this morning. I hope I didn't miss anything." Sasuke closed his eyes and inwardly cursed his misfortune when the oh-so-familiar and sickeningly sweet voice from earlier reached his ears. 'Oh god… please, no. Absolutely not. It can't be her. Please don't tell me my brother hired her as his new secretary.'

Sure enough though, when he finally plucked up the courage and nerves to look up, all of his fears came to fruition. Her warm and bubbly smile was what he noticed first before her green eyes as they scanned everyone in the room slowly…finally settling on him. 'I wonder, does she recognize me,' Sasuke thought, but she quickly looked away and it put doubt in his mind. 'I know that I'm not mistaken… I spent part of the fucking evening jerking off to her fucking photos on my phone for crying out loud! But was she drunk enough to not remember taking them? Maybe. Ugh, this situation fucking sucks.' Nevertheless, Sasuke put on his usual, unimpressed expression when he reached over to shake the pinkette's hand.

The feeling of her skin was softer than anything he could've ever imagined (or pictured as he had done so plenty last night) and he felt his own heart begin to race for the first time in years. The woman smiled at him, the twinkle in her eye filled with mirth as she moved to address everyone as a whole.

"My name is Sakura. Sakura Haruno, and I wanted to say a huge thank you to all of you for welcoming me graciously into your family." His brother stepped up next to her, towering over her smaller frame, and placed a gentle hand on top of her shoulder before giving her a huge smile. "I can't wait to work with all of you."

"We are so happy to have you, Sakura. Now if you'll come with me, I will show you to your new desk." As they walked away and the rest of the law firm began to scatter, Sasuke took a moment to excuse himself to the restroom. Once there, he sighed, scrubbing a large hand through his thick hair before cursing and turning on the water to splash some onto his face. How in the actually hell did his brother expect him to work side by side with this woman (a woman that he spent so many insufferable fucking hours trying to satisfy himself of), but he supposed that the eldest Uchiha had no idea of the turmoil churning inside of him. If he did… would he have fired her on the spot, tried to make amends… or simply allow the sensual torture to burn his brother alive, from the inside out, for his own amusement. 'I wouldn't put it past him— Itachi always did seem to delight in my torment, at least to some degree, as a child.'

For a while, he simply stood and looked at himself in the mirror before finally turning around to leave. "I guess that I have no choice, but to endure it…," he sighed in defeat before returning to his desk. When Sasuke lifted his gaze a little bit later she was sitting across from him, and when she noticed him staring, her hands lifting in a friendly wave, but he clenched his fingers around his pen… before quickly looking away. Sakura seemed confused, but shrugged and continued on with her work.

Sasuke however, couldn't concentrate— visions of last night continuously played over and over again in his mind and he finally just gave up and decided to work from home instead. He was hopeful that he would be able to at least work a little bit better from there. Eventually though… he would have to talk to his brother about it, or at least maybe bring up the issue with Sakura herself. But how could he without sounding like a major pervert… even if she was the one to place those photos on his phone; whether it was consciously or not.

For now though, Sasuke would just have to learn to control his impulses.

Monday - 2:06pm

He was going over some legal documents when his phone started to repeatedly buzz and vibrate due to an incoming message. Sasuke stared at it, dreading to answer, but knowing that it could be something of great importance, he decided to pick it up.

Sasuke, I know you've asked me if you could leave early and work from home today, but can you come back in please? I need you to take my place at the next meeting. Something came up. We'll talk about it later.

Groaning, he sent a quick reply before gathering his papers and suit jacket; heading back to the office.

Monday - 5:00pm

"Okay gentlemen, please take your seats so that we can get started."

Sasuke was comfortable in the conference room. At home some would say, if they were lucky enough to witness the intensity and seriousness in his eyes as he discussed work related matters. Most of the time he didn't mind taking his eldest brother's seat at the head of the conference table. Most of the time.

But not today. Nope.

Today, he definitely minded.

But what could Sasuke do in this situation he found himself currently in? It would be extremely rude and caused more problems than he would care to admit (or even deal with for that matter) if he had declined his brother's unexpected request; especially when it was because of an emergency ultrasound needed for his brother's wife and their unborn baby. So, the only reason he was cursing Itachi now was because the one person he had insisted sit in on the meeting today, was none other than Sakura fucking Haruno.

'My good fortune continues it seems…,' he sighed heavily while he adjusted his posture to a more stiff position; angling his knees and legs away from the pink-haired who unintentionally kept bumping into him when she would cross and then uncrossed her legs. He tried to keep his gaze from looking low and cleared his throat to gather the other conference table occupant's attention. "Shall we begin?"

Monday - 5:45pm

"Thank you again, Mr. Uchiha," the last of his guests said when he shook the gentleman's hand. "I'll be in contact with you next week to discuss the contract."

"I'll let my brother know. Thank you for coming." The older man nodded before he left, finally leaving him and his older brother's secretary alone. He watched her from the corner of his eye while she cleaned the table, bending over it to grab a few of the extra pens that had been left behind after falling to the floor. He watched her intently until he noticed her pencil skirt rising up past her upper thighs.

Modesty was the only thing forcing his gaze away, though the heated blush that started to rise up his neck was indicative of how the sight of her long legs had truly affected him… regardless of how much or how little he saw of her creamy skin. He cleared his throat and forced his eyes to meet hers when she turned around to face him. "I'll be heading out soon. Have a wonderful evening, Miss Haruno."

"You too, Mr. Uchiha." With that said, he left.

Monday - 7:47pm

'Shit, not again. What is wrong with me?'

He couldn't help himself… his gaze lingering on the phone's screen for so long that his onyx eyes began to water and it only took a few more rough pumps of his fists before he was spilling his seed on the once pristine bed sheets. The young man was exhausted and gasping for breath as he draped his arm across his closed eyes, his messy hands lying hazardously by his sides as he tried to focus on evening out his breathing. This was getting ridiculous and he had to stop.

Sasuke had to delete those photos, but he couldn't find the willpower to do so… and with every waking hour that passed, the harder he found it to fess up to the acts he had been committing in the privacy of his bedroom— and his bathroom… and a few other nameless places he didn't care to think about at the moment.

He knew that he should discuss it with Sakura, but he felt it was too little too late at this point. But if she ever found out that he actually had the pictures, and that he'd been keeping them for his sexual fantasies then he could almost physically visualize her going to the nearest police station to file charges against him. 'Or maybe she would want to join me?' Who was he fucking kidding though, because that would be a ridiculous notion— right?

Monday - 7:51pm

Meanwhile on the opposite side of town from him a certain someone was having a little bit of fun of her own.

"D-damn it," the pinkette hissed as water sloshed around her. Bubbles tickled her exposed flesh, as did the chill from the air conditioner, but she didn't seem to notice either of them much as she placed another delicate finger between her folds. "This is fucking crazy, but gods— I-I c-can't… oh FUCK!"

Her head fell back against the cold ceramic of the bathtub and her bangs clung to her cheeks as she stared at the old cracks in her ceiling briefly before closing her eyes as she used the tip of her thumb to brush against her swollen, sensitive clit. Her bosom rose and fell in tandem with her quickening pace as her mind raced wildly with explicit and dangerously naughty thoughts of her boss's younger brother.

His dark, jet-black spiky locks.

His aristocratic nose.

His strong, chiseled jawline.

Those soft, pink… kissable lips.

His striking onyx-colored eyes.

His strong, broad shoulders—

'I wonder what his skin tastes like— wait, what am I… oh, but those hands— the things he could do to me with those large hands of his. I wonder what he looks like naked… I-I bet he's as muscular as those tight shirts he wears shows; and the way he looked at me before he left work today—'

Sakura was so, so close and slid just a little lower in the bathtub as her fingers began to pump feverishly in and out of her cunt… her inner walls constricting around her three digits, and she let out a shuddered gasp to the thought of Sasuke taking her for his own while cuming. Her emerald orbs rolled to the back of her head as her heart pounding an uneven rhythm. Sakura finished her bath on a high, then afterwards stepped out of the bathroom in a silky gown to pour herself a small drink.

Monday - 11:00pm

She finally fell asleep.

Monday - 11:02pm

He finally fell asleep.

Author's Notes:

This is just a random draft of a possible new story I had. May add to it or may turn it into a full fic. I haven't decided yet. Regardless, I hope you like it.

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.