007. Tied Up Teen

Sasuke feels like hell. He trudges up the stairs of his apartment building with a hellish hangover and a broken heart, stinking like a wet dog from spending the night on Inuzuka's couch. For three flights, the events from the previous night plays in his head over and over again−him, Sakura, drunken sex in the club bathroom, getting rejected. And very briefly, he thinks about their first time, which feels so long ago now. They had been naive to think they could have done anything to prevent this from ending badly.

He fumbles with his keys as he reaches the door, and he's welcomed home by a redhead who sneers at the sight of him. He scowls back at her, closing the door behind him.

"You asshole!" Karin hisses, dropping her breakfast bagel into her plate to jab a finger into his chest, much to his confusion. "You inconsiderate bitch of a son!"

Before he could even ask what she's on about, Ino comes out of Sakura's room with a sickly saccharine greeting that quickly turns sour when she spots him. She stops in her tracks, blue eyes turning icy. "You!" she charges towards him, pulls her elbow back then−

If Sasuke had felt like hell moments before, he feels like he's entered an entirely different circle of hell now. Ino's fist sends him stumbling back and he slumps against the wall, where he watches with hazy vision as she yelps in pain and cradles the hand she's punched him with, and Karin restrains her from coming at him again.

"What the fuck!" Sasuke shouts, voice muffled by his hands cupping his bleeding nose.

"You fucking asshole!" she shouts back, trying to claw past her friend. "I thought you cared about her, you self-serving prick! How could you proposition her like that?!"

As if the hangover wasn't torture enough, now the pain from the center of his face vibrates through the rest of his skull and the blonde's loud yapping threatens to split his brain in half. Through the ringing in his ears, it takes a few more seconds before he could comprehend what she's saying, and he still has no idea what she's saying. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

It's Karin who responds then, pushing her glasses further up the bridge of her nose and shooting him a stern look. When she answers, her voice is thick with disdain. "Sakura told us all about it, you jerk. How you got her alone in the bathroom to ask her to be your fuck buddy."

"What!"

"Don't tell me I punched you so hard that you forgot, you sleazy scumbag."

"Alright, can you fucking stop with the namecalling?" he bites out frustratedly. "And I didn't ask her to be… that."

"Then, what did you do, Sasuke Uchiha? Because we spent an entire hour consoling her while she cried herself dry on a public toilet!"

He finds himself entering yet another one of hell's inner circles. The girls have barely said anything but already, this is too much information. It's too much of a realization. Too much of a revelation. "None of your business," he says. He grabs the two of them by the arms and hauls them towards the door against their protests. "Stay out of my apartment, I need to talk to her."

He shuts the door in their angry faces and ignores their pounding fists against it until it eventually cedes and he could imagine the two of them sulking as they descended the stairs, still in their pajamas. He's about to knock on Sakura's bedroom door when she emerges from the bathroom, green eyes wide in panic.

"What is going on out h−Sasuke-kun! What happened to you?!" She's in front of him in a heartbeat, holding his bloodied face in her hands.

"Your friends jumped me," he shrugs. She's freshly-showered and barefaced, but her eyes are red-rimmed and the tip of her nose glows pink. He thinks he deserves it.

xxx

"Well, it's not broken… just a little swollen. And bruised. But you'll be fine!"

She sits on the couch with his head pillowed on her lap, her fingers in his hair, and her hand holding an ice pack to his nose, now clean of blood. She presses her fingers into his scalp and he hums pleasantly, eyes remaining shut. "How's your head?" she asks softly.

"Better," he answers.

The silence stretches and every word unspoken hangs heavily around them. It almost hurts to be here, to be so close to him−she even wonders if he remembers anything from last night; what they did and what he said and how she'd refused him. She'd spent most of the night crying and no doubt that's what all the yelling she barely heard through the shower was all about. "I'm sorry about them−"

"Did you reject me because you still love me?" His eyes snap open, his gaze probing. A deep, dark abyss that she could easily lose herself in. Her chest begins to squeeze and the only response she could manage is a small nod.

Sasuke takes the ice pack from her hands as he sits up with a groan, and she winces. She bites the inside of her cheek as her eyes begin to sting yet again, tears welling along her lash line, which has gone raw and dry and itchy from already crying too much. She hastily wipes away at both eyes, laughing humorlessly to herself. Just as she buries her face in her hands, she feels him edge closer, his arm resting on the couch, just behind her back.

"You know me, Sakura. I say the wrong things all the fucking time, I−" she could hear the grimace in his voice. "I wasn't asking you for… something casual."

Another stretch of silence and she could feel his eyes on her like a heavy blanket. His words sink in slowly and when it clicks, it feels like whiplash. Her hands drop to her lap and she turns to him in bewilderment. "What?"

Sighing, Sasuke cups her tear-stained face in his hands, wiping her tears away with a brush of his thumbs. "You're supposed to be the smart one around here…"

"How was I supposed to know that when all you said was that you wanted to fuck me?" she cries out. He winces when she lands a hard punch to his arm and she mumbles an apology.

Eyes softening, he presses his forehead to hers. "You of all people should know that I wouldn't touch you the way I do if I didn't feel this way about you," he murmurs, before kissing the tip of her nose, which makes her pout and sniffle.

"I could never assume things with you," she says. "Because I read too much into everything that you do and I don't want to end up hurting myself if I'm… wrong about it all."

"I'm sorry for how it went down." His frustration with himself is evident in his voice, his brows furrowed and teeth gritted. "I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I just… I wanted to be more, but I was scared of losing you."

Sakura soaks in every word he says, and it's all too overwhelming. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest and rings in her ears, every part of her tingles, and the butterflies in her stomach are explosive. He presses his lips to the tip of her nose once again, then to her wet lashes, up to her forehead. He finally touches her lips, angling his head to keep his throbbing nose out of the way.

She laughs when she begins sliding down as he pulls her by the waist so that she's lying on her back and he's hovering on top of her. "Is this the part where we have sex?" she whispers, grinning cheekily, to which he only raises one fine brow.

"If you want to," he says, "but I know you're…"

Sasuke laughs when her green eyes pop and her cheeks grow red. She can't even begin to imagine how he knows that it's the first day of her cycle−well, they've been living together under the same roof for over a year and they've been fucking on a regular schedule, but still that's not the kind of information she expects him to just know and casually bring up.

"I know everything about you, Sakura."

She only gives him a teasing look. "Apparently except the fact that I've been in love with you for the past eleven years?"

"Shut up," he grumbles. "You didn't pick up on how I felt, either. I even told you−"

"That you want me! Like I'm an object to be had!"

He groans in frustration, snapping. "That's not what I−"

She cuts him off with a quick peck on the lips. "I know now, you grump," she says, absently reaching up to trail a finger along his magnificent jawline.

"I love you."

"I know."

When Naruto comes home, he finds his two best friends asleep on the couch. He quickly pads to his room to grab his camera, and comes back to the living room to snap a picture: Sakura asleep in Sasuke's arms, head tucked under his chin, the smallest hint of a smile on his lips.

Finally, something wholesome in his gallery.

xxx

Sakura can't help but smirk, feeling eyes heavily trained on her naked backside, as she rummages through Sasuke's drawer full of the many neckties his mother buys for him on a yearly basis. She doubts he has a favorite, though, so she picks out the two most expensive ones. When she turns around, she finds her boyfriend already in his bed, back against the headboard, watching her, naked and already half-hard.

"You sure about this?" she asks. She rolls her eyes when he only nods. "I need a verbal confirmation, Sasuke-kun. I don't want to do this unless you're completely okay with it."

"I want it, Sakura," he concedes, voice steady but strained. "Tie me up."

She nearly groans from hearing the submissive command, grip tightening around the ties she's holding. She doesn't think she's ever been this wet before.

"You remember your safe word?"

"Aa."

There's a bounce in her step when she moves towards the bed, giddy as she grabs his wrist to finally tie him to the bedpost. But she yelps when he yanks her forward and she falls into his chest. "Wait," he growls, before capturing her mouth with his. He kisses her deep and hard, his hands roaming all over her body as if to feel her one last time.

"Needy," she says with a cheeky grin when he lets go. "That alright?" she asks, after tying the perfect knot.

"Tighter," he demands, and her pussy throbs.

Once it's tight enough that the veins in his forearms show when he pulls hard against it, she drops herself onto his lap to tie his other arm, straining her body to reach the other end of the bed. She giggles as he trails his lips across her collarbones and whimpers when he flicks his tongue over a nipple. All the while, he could feel how wet she is on his lap.

For the first time in two months, they finally have the apartment to themselves. For the first time since they've made things official, she can finally kiss him without hearing Naruto blanch from some corner of the room and she can press her body against his without fearing being walked in on−which is weird, because Naruto has watched them have sex in the same room, filmed and edited them even… but it's different now. They're together now and he's an outsider to this relationship.

They're finally having sex after two months… and she could only imagine how backed up he is.

She gets off of him to admire her handiwork and her mouth falls open in awe. Sakura's never seen him like this, he looks so−she doesn't even know how to describe it. His entire body is tense, already straining against the ties around his wrist, chest heaving and jaw clenched tightly and nostrils flaring. The marks she'd left all over his neck and across his chest are bright red against his pale skin, and they're beautiful. With his legs parted, she could clearly see his cock, red and swollen and glistening with pre-cum, just begging to be touched and licked and sucked. Begging to be toyed with.

Smiling sweetly, she lays down with her head on his thigh, looking up at him with big, round, innocent eyes. Her smile only grows wider when he looks down at her in confusion. Glazed, black eyes follow delicate fingers as they trail across her skin, tracing the roundness of her breast, down her flat stomach just to stop between her legs. And he could hear how wet she is when she rubs herself. "Sasuke-kun…" she purrs.

"What are you doing?" he bites out, even though he knows exactly what she's doing. "We didn't talk about this!"

Sasuke is painfully hard and her mouth is so close to his dick but the little minx is sucking on her fingers instead. And he twitches as she slips them inside her, moans growing louder and louder as two fingers go in and out, in and out. "I hate you so much right now," he growls.

"Oh, yeah? What−" she breaks into a moan as she touches her nipple, alternating between pinching and tweaking, all while she fingers herself faster. "What would you do about it?"

He jerks forward, to no avail. "I will fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days…"

She pulls her fingers out, covered in thick juices, and begins furiously rubbing at her clit. "Do you want," she breathes hotly against his balls, which makes him wince painfully, "to have my mouth on your cock right now? Or would you rather be… in my tight… wet… cunt?"

"Yes," he answers dumbly and she laughs. He's squirming helplessly by now. "Fuck, Sakura, just−just touch me. Please."

She moans as she dips her fingers into her pussy again, just before lifting her head. He breathes in sharply, gritting his teeth to keep himself from actually thanking her when she kindly flattens her tongue against the base of his cock and slowly drags it upward. She wraps her lips tightly around his tip and he moans loudly, unable to hold it in. "How bad do you want it?" she asks after releasing him with a loud pop.

"I've never wanted anything as badly as I want you right now."

"Needy," she breathes, bucking into her own hand. She's rubbing herself so hard that her hips are lifting off of the bed and the look on her face is way too familiar to him. "Sasuke-kun?"

"What."

"I'm−about to come…"

"Don't," he growls. Just like that, her hand goes limp between her thighs. She smiles innocently up at him and he couldn't help but think that all he wants is to see those pretty pink lips stretched over his cock while he fucks her throat.

Finally, Sakura crawls onto his lap. The light brush of her sex against his as she positions herself over him is enough to make his entire body shudder with need. Then she slants her mouth over his and swallows his loud groan when she wraps her slick fingers around his member. And she leaves him shamelessly thrusting his hips into her hand. "Sakura," he moans needily.

"What do you want, Sasuke-kun?" she purrs.

"You, please. Just ride me−now−"

She takes him in easily, wet as she already is, and the moment they are connected nearly steals the breath from his lungs. Breathing raggedly, his head falls forward and rests on her shoulder. He hisses as his almost-painfully hard cock is suddenly deep inside her tight heat, and she holds him there for a moment, like she is also unable to handle the intense and overwhelming sensation.

Sasuke places a soft kiss to the crook of her neck. "Keep going, good girl," he murmurs quietly. "You can take it."

She whimpers as he rolls his hips forward, fucking her slow and deep until she begins meeting his thrusts. Falling into a rhythm is as easy as breathing for Sasuke and Sakura by now, and her pussy begins clamping around him as she rides him faster. Cupping his face, she lifts his face up to meet his mouth in a heated kiss again. She swivels her hips and he lets out a strangled moan like she's dragging the sound out of him.
"I love you," she rasps against his mouth. "Oh, my god, I love you!"

"I know." He tugs at his restraints and growls in frustration. He thrusts his hips erratically to make up for how desperately he wants to touch her. To hold her body against him, to feel her skin, warm and damp with sweat. To grip her hips while he thrusts savagely into her. To fist his hand in her pink hair and pull at it like she's doing to him.

With his hands out of commission, Sakura dips her own hand between them to rub at her clit once again, grounding her hips into his to take him even deeper. His mouth moves away from hers to nip along her jaw and press stinging kisses down her neck to her collarbones. "I'm so close," she whimpers.

He drags his tongue across her chest, from one hard nipple to the other, and it's when he bites down hard on her tit that she loses it. Her pussy coils and pulses around him, a vice grip forcing him to his own release. He looks up at her in panic despite the haze in his eyes. "It's okay," she says quickly, "come inside me."

She reaches behind her with her other hand, feeling his balls already tightening as he nears climax. She squeezes him and her entire body goes rigid as she comes. He follows close behind, head thrown back with a loud groan. He releases into her and her body quivers with pleasure as his warmth fills her, spreading deep inside.

But Sakura doesn't stop moving, only slows down to roll her hips lazily into his. "Keep going," she moans softly. "Fuck your cum into me."

And her name tumbles out of his mouth, among other things, as she renders him incoherent, fucked stupid.

She only slumps against him when she's squeezed him dry, cheek falling pressed against his shoulder. Even then, she keeps him inside of him. Her entire being tingles in the aftermath and when she can't feel his hands wrap around her in a tight embrace or his fingers sift through her hair, he turns his cheek and presses his lips to the top of her head.

"You're amazing," he murmurs quietly. Then a little more commanding. "Now, untie me."

Giggling, she lazily reaches up to undo the knotted ties. Sore, he stretches his arms and rolls his shoulders before he finally touches her, and she leans into the warmth of his touch. He cups her face in his hands and kisses her soundly with light brushes of his lips.

"Pee break," she says, like clockwork. He hisses when his cock slips out of her and he finds himself having to tamp down the impulse to pull her back into bed when her naked form walks away from him, hips swaying, with his cum dripping down the inside of her thighs.

"Fuck me," he mutters under his breath, before going after her. And when she asks if they should hop into the shower after she's peed and flushed all of him out of her, he can't help but smirk. "Bold of you to assume we're done."

She yelps when he picks her up and throws her over his shoulder.

xxx

Sasuke pulls her back into his room and back into his bed after their third pee break, and Sakura couldn't help but sigh contentedly when he throws a heavy arm around her from behind him. "Me, too," she whispers, almost sheepishly, as she slips her fingers in the spaces between his and holds his hand close to her heartbeat.

"Hm?"

"I've always wanted to cuddle, too…"

"You're sappy." He buries his face in her hair and breathes her in. She laughs when his lips brush against the nape of her neck, as he starts placing openmouthed kisses across her skin. "Hey," he murmurs into her shoulder. "When we film that video, you're the one getting tied up."

She huffs. "Whatever."

He exhales tiredly and it doesn't take long before he's breathing evenly down her neck. Her eyes slip shut, ready for exhaustion to claim her when a thought strikes. "Sasuke-kun?"

"Hm?"

"I just realized that we're eventually going to have to tell our parents that we're together…"

It takes a couple more minutes before her words sink in and make sense, then Sasuke's eyes snap open, completely horrified by the thought. "Oh, god," he groans, arm only tightening around her and pulling her in even snugger against him.

No doubt their parents would come here if they knew. Their mothers would have a field day already planning their wedding or what to name their grandkids−as if any of it would be up to them. But what gets Sakura is the idea of Fugaku Uchiha having to sit through half a day's drive listening to her own father's insufferable jokes and puns.

She feels Sasuke's lips quirk up against her skin. "You know, tou-san actually thinks your dad's funny."

She nearly chokes. The man has only ever kept a straight face around her dad and the most emotion she's seen in him was the smallest (but most earnest) of smiles whenever he greets her. He was the last person she thought would find her father funny−especially when nobody finds Kizashi Haruno funny. "No way!"

Sasuke chuckles behind her. "He recycles your dad's jokes on kaa-san all the time… it's just not as funny when he tells it."

Silence stretches between them once again and she's sure that her boyfriend has already fallen asleep, but−"Hey, loosen your arm a little. I wanna turn around."

Sakura turns and finds that their faces are only centimeters apart. She couldn't help but watch, for a few more seconds, in awe, while he sleeps. Full lips slightly parted, long lashes fluttering against high cheekbones, sex-mussed black hair pushed back and out of his face… her boyfriend is way too pretty.

Eleven years… is a long time to pine after someone, a long time to love someone, but she's ready to love him for longer.

With his eyes still closed, his brows furrow deeply. "Quit staring," he grumbles, before leaning forward and tucking his head under her chin to stay out of her view. "Annoying."

fin.

a/n: can i just say that i called this a "mini-series" in the summary because i really did just intend for this to be actual porn without (or very minimal) plot. i just wanted to expel a bunch of smut drabbles out of my system in the context that ss makes amateur porn. but as soon as the first chapter came out, all these questions started coming in and unintended ideas formed in my head in response to those reviews.

even if this fic isn't what i intended, i'm still please with how it turned out and i hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it. continue supporting a lesson in romantics and my newest fic, Camp Sawi, which features charasaku.

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