title: exploit
rating: light M
pairing/prompt: sasusaku/"Tickets" by Maroon 5.

The slick slide of bodies and his mouth hot on her skin is almost enough to make her lose herself and forget who this is.

Almost.

His fingers dig into her hips, tries to bring her closer to him, but Sakura evades evade evades, and laughs because this is such a perverse reversal of roles. She craves this desperation—moments where she knows for once he's the one left wanting, bereft, deprived.

He always tries to be gentle with her in bed, and she knows it's the closest to an apology that she'll ever get. But it doesn't matter, and she bites and nips and urges him to go harder, harder until he replies in kind, until he gives in and it's all about savage teeth and tongue.

She's no fool; this isn't about love.

All style, no substance.

It's exploitation in a way, because she knows what he wants—no, expects from her. She knows he thinks that she's still in love with him, still thinks she's willing to throw away her future just so she can become his.

You tried to kill me once, she thinks as she moans his name and rakes her finger through his hair.

I'm not an idiot, she thinks as he hisses her name against her shoulder as if in pain.

Never again, she thinks as her world shrinks and expands and explodes behind her eyes in a world of feeling, in a rush of euphoria that never lasts.

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—

She always leaves first in the morning.

note: Quick spontaneous drabble for a random request I saw while scrolling through tumblr.