#dark!sakura

In which Naruto investigates.

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“Sa-ahh!” Sakura’s voice was high pitched and echoed off of his bedroom walls, drilling into his ears and searing themselves into his brain. “Sasuke, harder, please.”

“You want it harder, Sakura?” he grunted as he thrusted into her. Their skin was already slapping, his dick driving almost violently into her, balls slamming against her vulva, fingers pressing bruises into the soft flesh of her hips. He watched her ass jiggle with his movements, and it fed into a warm pit in his stomach. 

“Do you deserve it harder, Sakura? Did you earn it?” 

His voice came out lower than normal, huskier. Blood was rushing through his veins, static in his ears. He didn’t know why he asked her, didn’t understand why he was here.

“Please,” she moaned loudly into his pillows, arching her back so that her ass was higher off of the bed, pressing back into him desperately seeking a particular angle to make herself come undone. “If I didn’t already earn it, I’ll do whatever you want after.”

He licked his lips. Her pussy was already dripping their mixed body fluids onto his sheets, he didn’t know how many times he had finished in her, nor how many times her walls had clenched around his cock and squeezed a burning stream of her ejaculate and his cum down the shaft of his penis and splattered into his thighs.

They were both decorated with sweat, he could see beads of it along the curve of her spine.

“You’ll be a good girl and do whatever I want?”

“Anything.” She whined. “Please Sasuke, just fuck me harder.”

He obeyed, increasing his pace, and he was immediately rewarded with a long throaty moan. The long pink strands of her hair fluttered as he rocked into her, trailing through their fluids and her sweat. Before he could think anything about it, he reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair to twist her neck to face him as best she could as he fucked into her from behind. Her eyes were fogged, wet at the corners, mouth open to breath and moan as she shuddered in pleasure beneath him.

“Tell me, Sakura.”

“I missed you.” She fumbled around her words, brain struggling to process everything happening to her body.

“What else?”

He swallowed thickly, readjusting his grip and the angle of his hips. Her pupils blew wide and she came undone around him, her breath froze in her lungs, entire body clenching as her orgasm slammed into her. He let go of her hair, instead cradling the junction of her jaw and her neck, pulse thundering under his fingers as his own orgasm followed her. His teeth ground and his nose wrinkled, but he kept his eyes open, focusing on her. On the delicate tilt to her kiss-swollen lips, the beads of sweat trickling along her skin, the flush to her cheeks, and the breath that she took greedily. He committed it to memory, branding it into himself.

When they stilled, he leaned into her, and licked clean a long line along the divot of her spine. She was salty, tangy, and warm. He wanted to sink his teeth into her. She shivered beneath him, and he released her hip, allowing her to collapse onto the bed beneath them.

He wrapped his arms around her torso, dragging her closer to be flush against his body as he laid on his side behind her.

“Sakura, don’t leave me.” 

“Where do you think I'm going, silly?”

[Reversed AU! Missing nin Sakura ]

If all anyone knew about Sakura Haruno was that she had a sweet face and bright pink hair, they might have been fooled into ignoring the darkness in her eyes. Kakashi Hatake wasn’t just anyone. 

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Kakashi Hatake was not a man easily surprised. Although he’d like to credit his icy demeanor in the face of shock to decades as an elite shinobi, that simply wasn’t a case. Even as a baby, he hardly cried. According to Sakumo, Kakashi was a born ninja. In his formative years he had taken it as a compliment. After all, what child didn’t want to hear that he was ‘grown up’? Now, nearing forty, he couldn’t help but wonder if his steely disposition was the reason behind his solitary life. It wasn’t that Kakashi longed for a wife or children. Maybe even considering them was a form of midlife crisis. What it all boiled down to, when he really thought about it, was that Kakashi was… hollow. He was a weapon. Nothing more or less than his village needed him to be. The only frivolity that he could remember throughout his life were his competitions with Gai, and even those bordered on shinobi territory. 

That was what had been his driving force in going out, which subsequently, became the very event that let him experience true surprise for the first time in a very, very long while. It wasn’t quite the sight of Sakura Haruno at the bar that halted Kakashi’s feet as he pushed through the dense crowd. It was the bright red of her dress, what little of it existed, and the matching shade on her full lips. It appalled him that he noticed the long expanse of pale legs and display of cleavage before the telltale bright pink of her hair. Even as he stood frozen, trying to comprehend the woman in front of him, she laughed carelessly. Although they saw each other on occasion, Kakashi wasn’t particularly close to the kunoichi. He hadn’t been the best sensei to her, and when she left to train under Tsunade, what little connection they had was broken. But still… 

She had stitched him up in the hospital just the week prior. She had been the Sakura that Kakashi had always known. A bit cross, energetic… fully clothed. Yet here she was, in the dark corner of a seedy bar, smiling as a strange man’s hand slipped under the hem of her skirt. Kakashi’s fingers tightened around his drink as he fought the urge to look around. Sure, the bar was so crowded that no one but him probably noticed the inappropriate advance, but… It was Sakura. The thought passed through Kakashi’s mind that she might have been undercover, but this was all a bit much for an objective. There were plenty of kunoichi that specialized in that kind of mission, and Sakura was a med-nin. 

His throat went dry as pearly white teeth dug into the crimson of her bottom lip, the man moving closer to her so that no one would see the twist of his wrist. Kakashi shouldn’t have watched. Even as he continued to do so, his brain yelled in protest. This was his ex-student. The girl - now very much a woman - that he had known for decades… And now he was watching her getting fingered in the middle of a crowded bar. 

In which Sasuke's universe realigns.

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she looks like you.

Her lips were chapped and harsh against his own. She smelled like stale cigarettes, sweat, and a little bit of weed. But Sasuke was high, and when Sasuke was high, he was honest with himself.

He couldn’t give less of a shit.

It didn’t matter that his sheets would smell like her in the morning. It didn’t matter that her mouth tasted like sour pineapple and marijuana. It didn’t matter that she had to wear his underwear because she had lost hers because of Suigetsu.

It didn’t matter.

Because Sakura was there, wrapped in his arms. She was there with him in his bed. She was back in his solar system, orbiting amongst his misaligned planets. Warm and alive, even if she was just bones. Eager against his suddenly greedy mouth. Pliable in his large hands in a way that made his stomach hungry and his fingers itch.

if it’s not weird or anything.

was this weird? 

To have barely spoken in years, to have reconnected right when Ino threw his meticulously calculated world into chaos, to have his tongue pressing down Sakura’s throat?

Sasuke didn’t know.

She climbed on top of him, knees straddling his hips and the old shirt riding up to expose the milky white of her thighs. The circuits of his brain felt fried with the marijuana, leaving his hands moving of their own accord to grasp at her tiny waist while hers landed on the planes of his chest, blasting electricity directly into his heart. The sliver of his mind that was still coherent and wildly anxious sent out a horde of red flags.

Red flags that screamed at him that this was Sakura and that she wasn’t his. 

But Sasuke’s tongue moved against hers anyway, darting along the confines of her mouth, tipping along the sharp edges of her teeth; tastebuds relishing in every sour corner, lungs feasting on the nicotine and bitter scent of sweat.

she belongs to me.

mine. mine. mine.

Sakura is mine. 

His universe was finally realigning. The planets were falling into order, gravity assumed it’s appropriate constant, and there was light shining from the center, bathing everything golden and warm. His heart throbbed. It didn’t matter that she was an obvious mess. That maybe she had kissed Suigetsu with such fervor in the bathroom of a bar earlier that day.

It didn’t fucking matter.

Because she was his.

He was certain.

In which a stranger becomes an ally.

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“Sasuke,” the boy glanced over at his mother, Mikoto, who was crouched on the cracked tile floor, picking through a cardboard box he had yet to empty. Her slender hands were wiping at her dark eyes, and he realized, with an uncomfortable quiver, that there was water dripping down her face. “I – I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to come over and help you.”

“No, mom, you’re fine.” He hesitated in grabbing the next clean bathroom towel to fold.

“With your father and his…” she winced and sighed, biting at her mouth. “I never know when you’re here. You’ve had… I don’t - ” she tossed the object back into the box, which gave a loud clatter in the small room. She jumped at the sound and frowned in an apology, quickly pulling the object back out and inspecting it for damage.

“I know you need space from us… me, that’s why you…” she folded into herself for a moment, arms crossing between her chest and legs, face pressed into her knees and Sasuke listened helplessly as her breath rushed in and out of her lungs. “I didn’t mean to drive you away.” She sobbed; voice garbled as she spoke weakly into her body.

Sasuke shrank, a layer of icy dread rested around his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He shuffled closer to her, feeling completely out of place with her small breakdown, in the apartment he had been relegated to because of his big breakdown.

He kneeled beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up, nearly identical sets of eyes meeting, and Sasuke realized for the first time how tired his mother looked. She had matching navy bruises decorating the soft skin under her eyes and elegant stress lines ran along her cheeks.

“Mom, you didn’t,” he shook his head, palms damp and heart racing. “You didn’t push me away. It was…” his voice died as his brain worked to explain what he couldn’t describe to himself. A frustrated hand ran through his hair, and he offered her a hollow smile. “It wasn’t you; I can promise you that.”

Mikoto slowly unfolded, coming to rest on her haunches, a slender hand reaching up and wrapping her fingers around her son’s. “He’s said that before too.” She breathed softly; sniffling, black eyes blank as she stared at the faux wooden grains in the cupboards.

“Who?” Sasuke asked, a black brow raising, but she simply blinked and shook her head, squeezed his hand before dropping it.

“No one,” she said, “excuse me.” She stepped away from him and into the bathroom. He was left kneeling on the cracked flooring, still slightly sticky even after he had deep cleaned the entire space, and he frowned as he stood and turned back to the living room. He was in the process of folding a shirt, mulling over the uncomfortable show of emotion, when she came back in, the redness of her cheeks was gone now, any blemish of streaked mascara had been removed, and she was holding herself as though everything were normal.

They were back to business now.

In which Sakura discovers a supernova.

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Sakura, Sasuke found as the days blended into weeks, did indeed share smiles with strangers as if it was as easy for her as breathing. Small talk came to her as though it were second nature, effortlessly offering feedback to their fellow classmates about their art, providing analysis linking past and current events in their history class, and asking clarifying questions during calculus. It made Sasuke’s head spin, thinking about how many words she shared with people she didn’t know, how often she slipped into a smile and offered support to someone she only recognized as an acquaintance.

He understood that he fell into this latter category, though reflecting on that fact made his stomach twist uncomfortably and a bleak pit to bloom under his navel.

He found himself sitting in front of her in their history class, contained in another musty room with subpar lighting. But with the way the professor valued active learning, their desks were often pushed together and he sat across from her radiation green eyes as she smiled and shared her ideas with the other two members of their four-person squad. He refused to admit that a flicker of jealousy licked at his gut every time she blessed their idiot classmates with a smile or her attention. The boy who was partial to wearing green jumpsuits with a severe bowl cut and thick eyebrows had the ability to make her laugh, a sharp yet pleasant sound that bubbled from her chest, and Sasuke felt himself drowning in the noise, desperately wishing he had the ability to share that part of himself so freely or the skill to draw such mirth from the elf girl.

Their calculus class was bursting at the seams with students, so many were crammed into the small space that as Sasuke sat beside Sakura, their shoulders brushed, which seemed to regularly catch the quiet attention of their silver haired, navy masked professor. The first forty-five-minute period she apologized softly every time she bumped into him, a light pink color dusting her cheeks as her green eyes fluttered between Dr. Hatake, Sasuke, and her notebook. The second-class period she lost some of this embarrassment, simply sent him a lopsided smile as an apology. By the third class, she nudged closer to his side to avoid the sharp elbows of the student to her right.

Sasuke did not take this as a small victory.

He assumed Sakura just didn’t want to be constantly jostled by her other seat mate.

Summary:

It had been five years since Sasuke Uchiha had fallen out of Sakura Haruno's orbit. Five years of college, of fighting with his family, of dreading existence. Five years of desperately running. But a random day she reaches out to him, and face to face with radiation green eyes and flooded with memories of unfinished kisses and cold winter nights, he finds himself caught again in her orbit.

It had been five years since Sakura Haruno and Sasuke Uchiha's relationship had crumbled at the direction of his father. It had been five years of spiraling, of isolating herself from everyone she cared about, of starving herself until she is nothing but skin and bone. Five years failing to find refuge in herself. But when she needs him, he comes to her, and she finds herself desperately wishing things had been different.

Or once upon a time Sasuke and Sakura were stupid kids who fell in love, let life tear them apart, and are fighting to maybe find each other in the future.

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