My Snippets: Part 2

Yours to Design

Asking Ino to bring her a change of clothing to her new sugar Daddy's condo was a huge mistake; one that Sakura regretted almost instantly.

A sasusaku modern short unedited snippet. (Mostly an Ino/Sakura BFF moment over a Sasusaku one.) 18+ due to minor language use and insinuations.

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Her body was sore, achy and tired, but at the same time, she was satisfied. She briefly closed her eyes, letting out a tired breath before biting at her bottom lip; trying to contain a sudden burst of laughter that threatened to make its way past her lips. This whole situation was ridiculous, right? Who does something like this? She ran her fingers through her locks and turned, scanning the half-naked, slumbering male to her right. 'Fuck. What have I gotten myself into?'

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Two weeks later—

Sakura stood in the kitchen doorway watching him pack for work, wearing only his t-shirt with her hair in a matted, tangled mess. Her head was pounding from the alcohol she'd consumed prior to last night's heated exchange. And now... he'd barely looked at her, causing her to second guess her decisions. Yet, somehow, his presence alone seemed to cause her heart to pound that irregular rhythm, and her belly to quiver with renewed desire. 'What's wrong with me? Why am I feeling this way for a practical stranger?!' She nibbled anxiously at her lip, contemplating what to do next.

Suddenly, he was standing in front of her. "I'm off..," he stated, leaning in slightly before suddenly pulling away. 'What was that about?' He turned his back on her and reached for his keyring and briefcase sitting on a nearby end table. He reached for the doorknob and paused before turning slightly in her direction.

"I put some food in the fridge if you get hungry. Go ahead and fix yourself something if you want to. I'll give you a proper tour when I get back, but for now make yourself at home on just the first floor. Second floor is off limits to you for now. Understood?"

"Mm hmm," she hums and nods before bidding him farewell. After cooking herself a plate of scrambled eggs and toast, the pinkette places the dishes in the dishwasher and sighed as she stretched her arms above her head. 'Guess I'll go and take my shower.' She made her way back down the hall and opened the guest bedroom they'd currently been occupying. Apparently, according to Sasuke, this one has a tiny bed in comparison to his own. She couldn't imagine what it must look like. This one was massive if she compared it to the one back in her apartment. She stood in silence for a moment, glancing around the room before letting out an agitated groan.

'Damn it.' Realizing too little too late the reason she had still been wearing his shirt. She must've spilled a beer on her dress last night or something because it reeked of booze still. Not to mention it had a small tear in the right sleeve. 'What to do, what to do,' she thought. Then it dawned on her. With wide eyes she searched for her cell phone, huffing when she found it hidden beneath the bed's fluffy, white pillows.

Soon the sound of loud clicking could be heard as she typed away furiously at the keypad. Satisfied, she hit send and waited.

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A few minutes later—

Her overnight bag fell with a resounding thud at her best friend's feet. "Damn."

Sakura sighed and rolled her eyes. "I know".

Ino's bright eyes lit with surprise. "Is that..."

The pink-haired nodded, crossing her arms. "Yup."

"Wow."

She tilted her head with amusement; her lips lifting at the corners. "Uh huh."

"So...what's the rest of his house like?" The blonde pushed past her and began to explore, causing the smile to flee from Sakura's lips while she stumbled after the girl.

"Ino! Hey, stop!"

Innocently, Ino turned and gave Sakura a confused look. "What?! Can't a lady be a teensy bit curious?"

"Yes, but you can't act on your impulses! INO!!! Get back here...," the pinkette groaned while scrubbing her hands down the length of her face.

It was Ino's turn to roll her eyes and huff. "You said I couldn't act on my impulses. You didn't say anything about my intuition."

Sakura frowned. "No, no, no!!! No loopholes!" When she came to the firm realization that she wouldn't be getting anywhere, she sighs. "Come on...he doesn't want me wandering the second floor without him." It didn't take long for her bestie to make her way over to the staircase before making a slow, exaggerated ascent. "Ino?" The girl had swiftly disappeared after reaching the second floor. The only thing that could be heard thereafter was the sounds of her footsteps fading. "Ino? INO!!!"

Reluctantly, Sakura followed; intent on finding her best friend so she could kick her ass out.

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Author's notes:

If turned into a story, I see this as Sak maybe has some sort of debt she owes and found a way to pay it off by working as Sasuke's fake "girlfriend/fiancé". She allows him to create her persona whilst they're together and does as he asks, both in and out of the bedroom. However... when both of their past flames meet the one, their sweet love story might not be as simple as it seems.

Sas might be a big shot CEO (or soon to be one) for his family's legacy company. A lot of weight is on his shoulders to keep the family business successful as it's struggling financially. His uncle Madara is always breathing down his neck at every turn & so he must find a balance between work life and the "home life" he's starting to build with Sak.

A little angsty, lots of smut, & maybe some violence.