Sasuke really didn't expect a simple lingerie piece to cause such turmoil.
After they made up from their last argument, Sasuke and Sakura had reconciled over a sweet breakfast of congee, natto, tofu and tomato tomagoyaki that Sakura cooked for them; she had still not confessed to him about how his cooking triggered her ptsd -one battle at a time- and Sasuke didn't seem any bit the wiser as they made plans for after getting out from work.
After some contemplation, Sakura suggested a mall date since it had a grocery store at the base level and they were coincidentally out of groceries. Sasuke Uchiha had never stepped in a mall before in his life so he was just as curious as he was excited about doing anything with Sakura.
Konoha's Great Mall was a 7-story retail center filled with clothing, groceries, toys, a movie theater and more. Sakura liked shopping for seafood the most from them because the seafood granny peddler was kind and sweet as well as honest, telling her what was fresh and not fresh.
In a white t-shirt and black sweat pants, Sasuke followed behind Sakura with silent observant and curious eyes as they traversed first through the grocery department located on the giant basement subfloor. They bought red snapper for tonight's dinner as well as enough food to last them for the rest of the week: assorted vegetables, protein, a little dairy etc. Sasuke watched with curious eyes as Sakura expertly perused every subsection to find the best ingredients to purchase. She seemed very accustomed and in her natural element as she mentally crossed off things on her mind's list.
He'd had no experience whatsoever in this style of life since everything he ate up till recently had been either foraged or purchased by his subordinates in Team Hebe, too busy with his revenge and training to do mundane things like this.
Sasuke easily carried the 5 bags of groceries in his hands whilst Sakura carried the box of fruit cream cake she'd decided to buy on their way out.
"It was always my favorite growing up," Sakura had exclaimed excitedly as they made their way out of the basement sublevel by using the escalators.
Sasuke nodded his disinterested acknowledgment, not at all invested or getting Sakura's hint that she bought it because she wanted to share it with him.
Sakura self-consciously bit her lower lip before timidly stating: "Sorry, I imagine today has been boring for you, I just didn't h-h-have time to go out on a full date after work and the fridge was already empty…"
Sasuke stopped in his tracks to turn fully facing Sakura, dropping the bags he was holding to the ground quietly. His unreadable gaze piercing Sakura and giving her anxiety that he might flip his lid potentially in front of everyone. Had she said something wrong?
Sakura hurried to apologize: "Sasuke, I'm sor-"
Her words were cut off by a casual tap on her forehead from his index and middle finger.
"Baka," he teased her with a handsome white smile, "I enjoy spending time with you. Even if it's just buying groceries, I don't mind."
Sakura was paralyzed in her shock at his little action for a moment, and then she laughed too, rubbing her forehead at where he poked.
"That's the least romantic action I've ever seen anyone do," she commented with a chuckle after they were once again walking with their hauls in tow.
Sasuke chuckled too and explained about how it was something his brother used to do with him growing up. He always thought of it as an affectionate gesture.
Unbeknownst to him, that last statement had caused a strong fluttering sensation to ignite across Sakura's chest that made her cheeks flush a shade redder.
All seemed well and fine until nearing the end of the exit of the mall (which was also the entrance), the large plasma screened electronic billboard that ran different ads nonstop all day showed a commercial Risa Absorle, a popular mid-priced lingerie and sleepwear shop often frequented by suburban housewives and teenagers.
The ad showed this new innovative push up bodysuit that was both body shaping as well as slimming, made entirely of translucent silk with tiny 3D satin roses embroidered across the entire bodice. It came in 6 colors.
Sakura's gaze seemed transfixed by the plasma screen; her jaw dropped in shock. Sasuke followed her gaze to the commercial and thought it was nothing special. Did the lingerie appeal to her? Did she want to go back and buy it?
But before he could question her, Sakura was already moving at breakneck speed with her head lowered facing the ground, rushing out of the mall.
He could tell something was wrong and therefore decided to keep his space from her until they were back in the confines of her apartment, lest they give the gossip hungry grannies more fuel with a public fight.
When they entered the apartment, Sakura absentmindedly set the boxed cake in the fridge before moving to her bedroom-
-or so she tried.
"Sakura, what's wrong? You've been weird ever since you saw that ad," he asked her with a firm grip on her wrist that stopped her from exiting the kitchen.
Sakura stayed silent, her gaze focused on the ground as she gently pried her wrist out of his grip; he let her do so, not wanting her to get any further upset.
Sakura hugged herself as she kept her eyes on the ground. "I…"
Sasuke waited for her to finish speaking but when she didn't, he moved to hold her again -only to have her immediately recoil at his hands.
"You…don't recognize the lingerie in the ad, do you…" Sakura asked him without looking at him.
Sasuke had no idea what she was talking about initially. He moved to try and hug her only for Sakura to backup a step away from him, her eyes finally lifting to gaze into his, showing her silent tear streaks.
And that's when recognition sowed across Sasuke's mind.
Oh shit.
He hadn't originally planned to buy the piece for her. He hadn't originally to buy anything for her. What was she to him except just something to express his lust out on and a conduit for him to restore his clan with. It'd been just forty-eight hours after he'd forcibly taken her above Itachi's grave and ever since then he'd found himself possessed, like an addict that needed his next hit, only instead of illicit drugs, it was Sakura's body he craved.
That hot tight cavern as it clamped around him while he penetrated her, ingrained himself in her in a way that nobody else had ever done or will be able to do to her in the future.
For some reason, that very fact greatly satisfied him.
So needy and desperate of the pinkette, Sasuke actually found himself angrily departing from the mountain side Uchiha Sanctuary in the middle of the night, right after he'd just finished what seemed like his nth time of fucking her.
He had to leave. He had to get out of here. He had to get away from her.
If he stayed he could very well just end up never leaving her bed…always forcing those bruised thighs open and ramming himself into her already flooded core.
He was furious at himself and at Sakura with how taken he was of her…
Sasuke had thought taking her body would alleviate or at least mitigate his constant unending thoughts of the rosette but it had only done the opposite. He found himself thinking about her, her smell, her hair, her face, her laughter from the past, her molten hot core…nearly every second of every day.
It was unacceptably infuriating.
He should never need or want anyone in life anymore.
That honor should only belong to Itachi, and the man was already dead.
Who was Sakura Haruno to think she could stand comparable to his brother?
Who did she think she was to force him, Sasuke Uchiha, in such a compromising shameful position?
Half of him wanted to punish the girl for the transgression he convicted her with: throw her against a mountain, rip out that annoying candy colored hair, smash her face in until it was just an unrecognizable bloody pulp of bone and flesh, fuck her bleeding crying broken form until she was nothing but a hollow husk…while the remaining half of him wanted to hold her gently while he basked in her soft beautiful sensuality, enjoying her soft pliant and graceful body as it moved eagerly above his, desperate to please him, as she had always wanted to do. As she rightfully should do.
So conflicted was he inside his turbulent mind that Sasuke didn't even realize he'd wandered into a large village's downtown streets. It was the middle of the night, 3:54am to be precise, so there wasn't a single soul in the affluent commercial street.
He was surrounded by upper class shops of everything superfluous, everything only the top 1% of society cared to spend money on. With his gifted eyes he could see everything on both sides of the street in the matter of seconds; everything was ridiculously overpriced and a complete waste of money in Sasuke's opinion.
So caught up in his thoughts of his captive, he'd unintentionally wondered into a civilian city-village, an affluent one by the looks of it. A place that was wealthy enough to escape the terrors of the shinobi wars…
By the time morning came around, the wealthy inhabitants of the city-village was devastated to see that the entirety of their main street was engulfed in Amaterasu black flames. No one was any the wiser that there was one article of clothing missing from one of the stores…
She was exactly the same as when he left her.
Naked, unconscious and sleeping on her side across a bunched up white bedspread; the duvet a discarded heap on the floor from when he'd last yanked it off of her, the fabric town near one of its rims because Sakura had been trying to use it to protect her naked self from his invasion and he'd ripped it out of her grip in his fury. That had been the last time he'd taken her -body vigorously splitting her in half while she screamed cried and gasped beneath him- before he'd taken off into the night.
She'd already fallen unconscious from all her crying before he'd left and she had remained sleeping ever since.
Or so she would have him believe.
"Put this on," Sasuke ordered coldly while throwing the garment with it's plastic hanger onto Sakura's face. In an instant, Sakura -just as he expected- reached up, albeit weakly, to retrieve and look at what he'd just thrown at her forehead.
Her already defeated forlorn expression somehow managed to appear even more depressed, even more heartbroken.
Sasuke scrutinized her still form as it took in the sight of the scanty licentious garment, usually worn only between consenting couples during romantic occasions. He guessed she was contemplating how to reject him without triggering his anger, perhaps even wanting maybe to spar with him again -oh wait, never mind- Sasuke took in her trembling form as she obediently slipped the delicate outfit off the hanger and undid the metal fastenings to the red black bodice. She slipped into it perfectly, her small breasts getting pushed up tantalizingly by the metal underwires as she redid the metal fasteners that ran up the left side of her torso.
Next she slipped into the red satin panties that had black rose patterned lace sewn over the red iridescent fabric, creating a beautiful canvas that fell perfectly over her hips in a low waisted style. Two long black ribbons with hooks hung from the right and left side of her hip which had been the reason why Sasuke chosen this underwear set to begin with; he had no idea how where and how they fit into the rest of the outfit and expected Sakura to not know either, so in the end he would have a legitimate reason to punish and hurt her when she couldn't completely fulfill his order.
But to his silent irritation, he saw Sakura fluidly wrap the ribbons around her waist, crisscrossing with each other to juxtapose right at her navel, before wrapping behind her so that they clipped into each other and formed some sort of belt.
Tch. Figures she would have knowledge about something so fatuous. She did always have the worst priorities in life; always having interests that didn't help her improve at all as a person or a shinobi. After a bit of thought, an exasperated laugh fell from Sasuke's lips. What else could further prove his point than her lifelong interest in him?
Sakura tensed when she heard his laugh, fearing she had set him off again somehow. The already cold temperature of the room felt ten degrees lower now. She hugged herself in a vain attempt to give herself comfort and a minimal degree of warmth. It appeared to Sasuke however that Sakura was trying to hide her body from him and immediately the smile fell from his handsome face.
"Are you embarrassed? Ashamed?" he asked with a scoff, he slowly advanced towards the bed. "What's there to hide? I've already seen every inch of your body, inside and outside." He loved the red blush that spread across face then. He didn't just want to punish her physically but mentally as well. She was nothing to him except a toy that fulfilled the most basic of all human needs, nothing but a whore to slake his lust at her very best…he wanted -no, needed her to know that.
His palms snaked out and grabbed onto her wrists, baring her scantily clad chest to his scrutinizing gaze. Sakura kept her head turned to the side, refusing to look him in the gaze.
She actually looked extremely titillating.
But since he'd already had her not more than five hours ago, he was actually able to keep a reign on his desires, for a short while anyway.
He wanted to savor this moment. Savor her humiliation and discomfort.
Sasuke's hand reached in between her thighs to firmly but not painfully cup her clothed core. He realized then that the while panty was made with red silk sewn beneath black lace, the bridge part of the underwear was actually only lace. Oh what a splendid surprise, his fingers directly pressed against her femininity and increasing moisture quickly saturated the thin fabric. The red heat in Sakura's cheeks only deepened further but only minimally so.
This was to be expected. Sasuke never had sexual relations before Sakura and he wasn't exactly a natural prodigy in this area like he was in ninjutsu and combat. And while practice made perfect for everything, he'd only just started having sex two days ago, so of course he wasn't able to draw out a satisfactory response from Sakura on his own.
But he'd already prepared for an alternative.
Sakura had no idea what was going on when she felt a hand squeezing her cheeks, forcing her mouth open before something small was forced down her throat. She had no idea what it was and didn't even have time to refuse before her head got tilted back and the small pill slid down her esophagus.
Dammit! Inner Sakura cursed inside herself. If she still had her chakra she could forcibly excrete whatever that drug was out through sweat glands before it got absorbed into her bloodstream. If only she still had her chakra! And it wasn't like she could get away with triggering a vomit reaction with Sasuke right in front of her! Dammit dammit dammit!
Her frustrated gaze met Sasuke's and saw his smug arrogant smirk. Oh, how she wanted to smack that look off! But she stopped herself. Even if Sakura could manage to slap him without chakra, she was still trying to avoid offending him…
Together they waited for the effects of the drug to start and within the matter of seconds it did: the flush across her cheeks multiplied by ten, her nipples pebbled into pinpoints, and finally a telltale tension ignited inside her abdomen, magnifying in intensity with every passing second. Sakura's lips felt hot and swollen, eagerly wanting to be kissed.
That…that bastard! Inner Sakura screamed as Sasuke's smirk widened while he took in her needy appearance; his hands relocated themselves on her body, one at her breast and another at her now weeping core. With just a small touch, Sakura's lower lips trembled around his stroking fingers, desperate for more contact.
Sasuke wanted to taunt her, wanted to mock her but the words actually escaped him in the moment, all he could focus on was her red lips so begging to kissed…
No, Sasuke mentally slapped himself. He wanted Sakura to initiate this time. He'd given her an especially large dosage, as according to Orochimaru's notes, too so she shouldn't really be able to resist for much longer.
Honestly, he could just do mind control on her with his sharingan to get her to reciprocate but she would just behave like a mindless zombie in that case, and that's not really what he wanted. Not what would satisfy him…
No, he wanted her to want him.
And so he only gave her the briefest of touches, lightly grazing over her lower lips while his other hand cradled her hot, almost steaming, face. Sakura's head immediately moved to press it flat into the shape of his palm, craving his touch in any kind.
Sakura felt like her blood was boiling; her entire body felt surreal and tender to the touch, every graze from Sasuke like a million endorphins shooting inside her brain.
Gods above she wanted so much for him to…
Sakura tried to fight it but with every passing second the desire only tripled in intensity; after another minute passed, she couldn't even remember the faces or names of her own parents…all she wanted, all she could think about was the incredibly beautiful man before her…
What was even her own name?
The girl did not know and did not care as she pushed Sasuke down onto the bed and straddled his waist. Her hands made quick work of his high collar zipped shirt and quickly had it discarded somewhere off the bed. One hand balanced across his pectorals while another reached down to grasp the purple rope he used as a belt; in a second, she'd pulled it off him and it too was thrown somewhere out of sight.
Sakura didn't even recognize the triumphant grin on the man's face as she quickly exposed his most intimate part and was quickly riding him after simply pushing aside the bridge of her lace panties.
Sakura didn't care that the fabric actually grated across her most sensitive parts as she rolled her hips up and down, no, actually the saturated lace provided additional friction that further drove her mind into depraved hedonism.
Sasuke's hands stayed irritatingly still on the bed and Sakura needed them touching her, so she quickly grabbed those large elegant palms and placed them onto her pushed up breasts. Gah! The fabric prevented him from directly touching her nipples! So annoying!
Sakura easily ripped apart the bra piece of the lingerie, letting the pieces just dangle off her shoulders, while she relocated Sasuke's palms over her small but pinpointed breasts.
Yes, yes, yes!
Sakura could not comprehend anything except lust and sex in that moment. Who she was. Where she was. Who the derisively laughing man beneath her was. None of it mattered. She just needed to ride him until the torturous desire released her from it's relentless grip.
Higher and higher she climbed, moaning out her excitement with each higher level of euphoria. Sasuke's grunts surfaced into the air too and added to her enjoyment. He had started thrusting up into her at one point; Sakura couldn't remember when, only that it felt incredible.
She bent down low, intending to kiss him but a palm on the back of her head forced her mouth down first and soon her lips and tongue were battling with Sasuke's. Both sides wanted to be victor and refused to allow any leeway in their conquest for the other's surrender.
Sasuke's other hand locked on her bum to gain leverage as he bottomed out into her, each thrust reaching to the hilt, hitting her cervix with basically zero resistance with how wet she was.
Yes, this was how it should be. How it could only be.
Soon, he hit his crescendo and emptied right up against her womb.
Sakura still hadn't climaxed (to Sasuke's mild embarrassment) and was still riding his still hard member. In the matter of seconds however, she fell too and was trembling like an earthquake around him, sucking and massaging his appendage for more of what he'd already given her.
Sasuke clutched her by the hips like she was life itself. He wished he could stay like this for all of eternity.
Sakura gulped as she closed her eyes, swallowing her shame. Sasuke's palms rose up her body right as she felt her desire reignite, to her deep horror. A wail of absolute misery erupted from her throat as Sasuke once more sounded pounding into her.
Sasuke's recollection was interrupted by the sound of a fierce slam of Sakura's bedroom door right before he heard a chair being moved to brace the broken door lock, a futile attempt to block him if he really wanted to enter.
Shit.
Sasuke swore to himself as he laced his hands in front of him to rest against the kitchen countertop while he rested his face in the V space formed by his forearms so that he was essentially hunched over now against the kitchen.
Dammit! Why did they have to see specifically that ad on their way out? They had been making so much progress too! He cursed the day he randomly bought the lingerie garment from a backdoor street kiosk when he was still fuming from Sakura's words about his family.
Now looking back, Sasuke found her words innocuous and ultimately forgettable but the things he'd done to her in retaliation…he realized now he'd just been wanting to punish her for how much he couldn't stop thinking about her…
Sasuke shook his head in self-loathing now as he made his way to stand right against Sakura's closed bedroom door; through the flimsy wood he could hear the faint sound of sobs. His heart sank even further in regret at these sounds. He'd promised to stop hurting her but just him being near her seemed to be a constant source of pain…
"Sakura…I'm sorry," he spoke gently through the wood. "I know nothing I say or do can…make up for the past. I know I'm…always saying sorry to you…I…I'm just really sorry for everything."