Archive of Our Own

When Sakura is added to the Furin first year group chat and his cellphone use starts to increase, nobody thinks to tell him about the dangers of being online, meeting up with strangers, or suspicious ads. 

He grumbles as he walks across a train crossing. He’d seen it a few times during patrol, but had never ventured further since it technically wasn’t Furin territory anymore. He frowns as he goes under, noticing the change in atmosphere immediately. He tries not to let that bother him. He’d lived in sketchier places before but as he walks down the road full of bars and nightlife, he wonders if maybe he took a wrong turn somewhere. He blushes when he sees a couple kissing in front of a shop while the owner smokes, uncaring of how heated they’re becoming

He pulls out his phone and opens up the last conversation he had before heading over

unknown number, 8:47pm
<<lets meet tonight
<<i have a few minutes to spare
<<make sure not to tell anyone, ok ;)

me, 8:55pm
>>why the hell not

unknown number, 8:56pm
<<a bit unfair to gang up on me like that dont you think
<<not that i cant handle a few more bodies

me, 9:02pm
>>only cowards fight dirty 1on1 it is

unknown number, 9:03pm
<<oh that came faster than the last message
<<looks like youre getting better with those fingers of yours
<<come here:
places.app.wbd/9RDMzps69T?x_t=bnr

me, 9:08pm
>>shut up

me, 9:09pm
>>!

Unknown number, 9:10pm
<<wwwww
<<just follow the signs

He feels himself get mad just thinking about the conversation and when he taps the link to open the location, he can’t help but let his finger linger with a little too much force. Instead of opening the link, a menu opens and he curses

He squints at the options and (gently) clicks open . When it does, he realizes he is in the right place and he’s only a few paces away. 

“Aren’t you a cutie? New around here?” a voice calls out from his right and he turns to find a slim man making pawing gestures at him. 

Sakura frowns, “So what if I am?”

The man laughs at his response and Sakura’s frown drops when he doesn’t detect any malice. The people in this town really are weird. They gave him food, tried to treat his wounds, called out greetings whenever they saw him, and now they even laughed like they’d been friends for ages. Even after being here for a few weeks, it was hard to get used to this feeling of community.

The man gestures him over, “I’m surprised nobody’s picked you up yet. Where ya headed?”

When Sakura comes closer, phone still in his hand, the stranger throws an arm around his waist, pulling him in close. Sakura freezes, then blushes to the tips of his ears, “W-Why are you so damn close, huh?! Are you tryna pick a fight?!”

He tries to move away, but the stranger holds him tight, “Wow, that really is your natural hair color, isn’t it?”

Sakura goes rigid for a different reason. He growls, “Let go.”

The stranger tries to soothe him by rubbing his side and without his Furin jacket, Sakura feels the touch a little too closely. His face lights up again. The stranger smiles, “Come on, don’t get mad. I think it suits you. You’re cute, but you have a bit of a temper. Now,” he says, grabbing Sakura’s hand to see his phone’s screen, “where are you…”

He lets go immediately, as if Sakura had burned him somehow, and steps back. Sakura can finally breathe a little easier but the guy seems a little nervous now, “Oh, didn’t realize you were one of his guys. My bad.”

Sakura raises a brow but doesn’t get a chance to say much else to the guy. Before the stranger retreats into the bar behind him, he says, “Just go down that way. It’s hard to miss.”

“Thanks,” Sakura mumbles, “I guess…”

Alone once more, he walks down the small street the stranger had pointed at. It was narrow. Too narrow, he vaguely thinks, noticing that it would only fit two people walking shoulder-to-shoulder. He snickers, Three, if one of them is Sugishita. Except it was more likely he’d take up the whole width for himself, refusing to walk next to anyone but Umemiya…

The path is mostly dark and the only reason Sakura isn’t stumbling over himself is that every few steps, a light will turn on to light his way. They turn off once he’s passed them, leaving the way he came bathed in darkness. It’s a perfect place to get attacked… But this doesn’t bother him. He’s used to fighting in the open and closed quarters. He won’t let anyone get the upper hand, no matter the location

By the time he finally emerges, the liveliness of the main street feels like something he imagined. 

Instead, he finds himself looking at a giant abandoned building. When he takes out his phone again, the app says he’s arrived.

He grins.

The way the building has been claimed by art and stickers reminds him of Furin High. No place on its surface is left unblemished. He feels himself get excited, That guy must be the real deal if people react to this place like that guy! Sakura is glad he answered that message. He knew that he couldn’t get to the top alone and he was glad he had Suou and Nirei on his side to help him, but there was still a lot he needed to do. Just because he had friends now, didn’t mean he could slack off in his training

He needed to get stronger if he wanted to get to the top and stay there. 

Except that now that he’s here, he’s not sure where to go. He tries going through the front, but finds the door locked. He even pounds on it a few times and calls out, but nothing happens. The place truly appears to be abandoned.

<<just follow the signs

He frowns, “What signs?”

It takes a bit of searching, but the only sign he manages to find is a worn out “dog on premise” sign. Like the rest of the building, it’s been graffitied. There’s an extra “g” next to “dog” and stickers cover the edges. There’s also something like spilled paint running down the top and it makes the letters look messy and runny. At the bottom, it reads ‘clean up after’. 

“What does that mean?” he wonders aloud and walks toward the little alcove the sign is affixed to. There are some stairs going down and he frowns again. He’s starting to realize this place is a bit strange. But I’m already here, and he didn’t need anyone thinking he’d ran away!

To his surprise, the door isn’t locked. He opens it and finds himself in a bathroom. The light flickers momentarily

There are three stalls and a two person sink. There’s also another door at the end of the room. He raises a brow. Perhaps it used to be a staff entrance? But when he opens the door, the entrance has been bricked off. 

“The hell…”

That’s when he realizes he’s not alone. There’s a tapping sound, like wood on floor and he turns around quickly, legs apart and arms raised, “Who’s there!”

“Ahhh,” a male voice answers, “You’re here.”

It’s coming from the first stall and he’s not sure how he missed the clogged feet when he’d walked in. They stop tapping against the floor. 

Sakura is beyond confused, “You’re…in the toilet?”

The voice laughs, “That’s right.”

Neither says anything for a moment and Sakura briefly wonders if someone did attack him on the street and managed to knock him out. This feels a little too surreal. 

“Are you,” he begins, “...almost done?”

The man makes a long contemplative sound, “No, not really. Just started actually.”

Sakura hears the sound of clothes being moved around, but the feet stay in place, unbothered, “Why don’t you join me in the next stall?”

Sakura’s brows are furrowed so tightly, he thinks this is what the grandmas mean when they say he shouldn’t frown so much or his face will stay stuck like that, “What? I don’t need to use the toilet! And why aren’t you ready? I’m not here to play games!”

He’s not sure when he lowered his arms, but he raises them again. 

The man laughs and then grunts, like he’s hit himself, except that the only noise Sakura can still hear is the sound of clothes. When he swallows, the sound his throat makes is too loud. He feels a sense of something he can’t name run down his spine and he suddenly wishes Kotoha hadn’t taken his Furin jacket. But she’d insisted it needed some mending, a member of Bofurin can’t go walking around looking like this, have some pride! 

Not like a jacket can do anything in a fight anyway…

The guy knocks on the wall of his stall, “Come on. I promise it’ll be fine.”

Sakura shakes his head, “No, you come out here! Or I’ll go wait outside!”

“Sakura.” So far, the voice had been playful but the way the man says his name is strict. Sakura shivers, “Go into the stall next to mine.”

His face goes red, why the hell am I blushing?!

But he realizes that there’s only so much he can do. He can either walk away, which he doesn’t want to do after coming so far. He can bust down the door, which he doesn’t want to do. He might like to fight, but he wouldn’t attack someone when they’re on the toilet! Or he could listen and just wait…in the stall next to him. He remembers the reaction of the guy from before and grits his teeth, “Fine!”

The voice becomes playful again, “Good boy.”

Sakura nearly trips over his own feet, “T-the hell!”

The voice laughs, “I knew this would be fun.”

Sakura walks into the second stall and…stares. It’s not actually a toilet. Or, not really. Like the door from before, the toilet here has been sealed off and a makeshift bench was built over it. It’s nothing fancy, but he can tell it’s been taken care of. When he sits down, his hands automatically run along the wood. He murmurs to himself, “It’s smooth…still hard as wood though. Ugh, this is so uncomfortable.”

When he looks up toward the stall next to him, he yells out and nearly falls off the bench. Right where the toilet paper dispenser had been is a single green eye

“Holy shit!! You pervert what is that!!”

When the voice laughs again, the green eye closes and once more, the toilet dispenser falls back into place. Sakura’s heart is beating too quickly. I knew that was too high to be natural! 

“It’s a hole in the wall,” the guy tells him. 

Sakura frowns, “I can see that! Why’s it even there?! And why is this toilet not a toilet?!”

There’s another one of those pauses and then the stranger says, “Are you serious?”

“I’m the only serious one here! And how are you not done shitting yet!” 

The voice laughs again. Sakura notices one of the guy’s clogged feet shuffling into his stall and he pushes his own foot against his. Roughly. 

“Stay on your side asshole!”

The voice tsks , “That’s not how it works, Sa-ku-ra.”

And that’s when Sakura realizes he’s at a disadvantage. Not only does the guy know his name (His fault really. He should have refused to answer, just like he had when they’d first started texting), but he’s now also seen what he looks like. Meanwhile, he only knows the guy wears clogs and has green eyes. Green droopy eyes his mind unhelpfully supplies. And a deep attractive voice, especially when he’s telling him what to do…

Sakura feels himself go red again and he breathes deeply. 

“How does what work?” he asks, once he’s calmed down a bit. 

“I’m going to open the hole again, alright?” Sakura doesn’t answer verbally and the voice doesn’t seem to expect him to because he continues, “And I want you to put your hand through it.”

That Sakura does respond to, “Why the hell should I?”

“Hmmm,” the guy hums, “It’s prep. For our fight. ”

Sakura crosses his arms, “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“Trust me,” the guy says, “And no peeking. Or I’ll be calling you a pervert.”

And Sakura listens, but he’s grumbling, “Why the hell am I even listening? I should just get up and leave and be done with-” He cries out again and tries to pull his arm back over, except that he can’t. The stranger has a tight hold on his upper arm

Sakura moves closer to the hole and pushes his free arm against the wall to help but he doesn’t budge. The man is clearly strong, “What the hell is that?!”

The man laughs again, “I already told you, it’s prep.”

He can’t see it, but Sakura can feel the substance being poured onto his hand. It drips between his fingers and soon after, he feels a much larger hand smooth it along his palm. He goes red and he can’t help but let a sound that is most definitely NOT from pleasure, escape his throat. He feels his stomach tighten. When the guy talks to him again, his tone is lower, “Like that?”

He feels fingers knead the flesh of his palm and he gasps, “Stop…that…”

His forehead is flush against the wall and the voice hums again and a bit more of whatever lotion his hand is being lathered with is poured onto his palm. This time, the guy leaves it and Sakura is pretty sure some of it drips to the floor, “Yeah. I think that’s enough too.”

There’s more shuffling, but the hand on Sakura’s arm is firm, “I’m going to give you something that’s important for our fight, but,” the man’s voice whispers teasingly, “you have to be careful with it. Tell me when you know what it is, ok?”

The directions are strange but Sakura just nods. Again, the voice isn’t expecting an answer. Instead, something is placed into his open palm. Sakura reflexively curls his fingers around it. The voice is slightly out of breath, “Yeah, just like that, gently. How does it feel?”

Sakura’s eyes are closed as he concentrates on the feeling, “Slippery. Warm, but also h-hard.”

His voice sounds just as out of breath as the stranger’s. The man laughs and then groans when Sakura grips the item tighter. He can’t help but open his legs. To keep my balance, he defends. But there’s a noticeable tent in his pants and he bites his lip when he feels himself twitch. 

When he moves his hand up and down what he’s starting to realize is the stranger’s penis, he notices the hand on his arm tighten. The stranger must realize he’s caught on too because he starts to move against his hand and now all Sakura can hear is their loud breathing as they echo in the space, along with the sound of slippery flesh against flesh. 

“Fuck, your hand feels great,” the man groans, “Can tell you fight a lot.”

“Those calluses on your hand…how many fights…have you…ngh, been in?”

”You’re small but pack some punch, huh?” 

His dick slips out of Sakura’s hand and it’s only when he’s clumsily reaching out to grab it again that he realizes the stranger let go of his arm at some point. But Sakura doesn’t try to take back his hand. Instead, he shivers when the head of the man’s dick bumps into his palm and then slides between his fingers, slipping completely away after the head passes through. He does this a few times and Sakura gets into the rhythm, angling his hand in a way that lets him stroke down his length after he’s thrust between his fingers. 

His shirt clings to his back and there’s sweat beading on his forehead.

So thick. He’s pretty sure he’s only thought it but when the man swears, he realizes he might have mumbled it aloud. 

“Touch yourself,” he tells Sakura, and Sakura doesn’t need to be told twice. He’s already straining painfully against his pants. Except that when he tries to take off his belt with just his left hand, he can’t. 

“I need,” he gasps, “I need my right hand.”

The man stops thrusting into his hand. He makes an annoyed sound, but lets Sakura move back. When he does, Sakura finally gets a look through the hole. His eyes widen when he sees the man. From his view, the man is practically naked. His pants and underwear are (likely) piled on the floor; his dick is red and swollen, framed by his short black and curly pubic hair and two balls that hang heavy between toned legs; and the samue he’s wearing is wide open, revealing his (just as impressive) toned abdomen.

Sakura doesn’t have much experience with sex, but he’s a guy and gets frustrated just like any other guy. He’s woken up with morning wood a few (too many) times and even fighting has caused him a few chubs. And just like any other guy, he’s used his hand to relieve such problems. However, his friends aren’t wrong when they tease him about how “innocent” he is. He’s never actually wondered what else there is past a few quick strokes and the expected procreational vaginal sex

He suddenly wishes he knew a little more. 

He unbuckles his belt without looking away and stares as large fingers stroke along the length, tightening into a fist at the head, before coming back down

He whimpers. At the sight, or at finally pulling himself out of his underwear, or both. He’s not sure anymore.

The man laughs and Sakura feels his already burning face and body burn even hotter. 

He’s about to put his hand back in through the hole when the guy hums, “Let’s try something different. Do you like sweets Sakura?”

A thin liquid escapes the head of the man’s penis and Sakura licks his lips. When he speaks, he’s reminded of the time his voice broke for the first time, “W-Who doesn’t?” He clears his throat.

“You’re right,” the man replies, voice like syrup, “Everyone likes sweets. And since you’ve been such a good boy, I have a little reward for you.”

Sakura squeezes the head of his dick when the man calls him a good boy and moans, “Fuck.”

The man presses his pelvis against the wall and Sakura gets a close-up of just how long the guy is. His dick is upright and waiting, a thick vein running along the side. 

He’s not entirely sure what the stranger wants, but he feels saliva pool in his mouth. 

“Don’t just look, Sakura-chan,” he teases, “Open wide.”

So he does. Sakura opens his mouth and tentatively puts the head into his mouth. He pulls back and sees a thin thread of precum connect them. He goes back in, takes a little more. The taste is strange but not unpleasant. He pushes his tongue against his leaking slit and the guy hisses. 

“Don’t tease me,” he says, voice once more dangerous. Sakura feels himself shiver and when he closes his eyes, he feels a shadow grab him by the hair, growling those same words into his skin. 

Emboldened, he says, “You said it was my treat. And lollipops are meant to be licked.” He licks along the underside to prove his point, then pops the head into his mouth, and lets go. The man growls.

“Suckers,” he stresses, “Are meant to be sucked. ”

He pulls back from the wall and strokes himself, the tip still within Sakura’s reach. Sakura licks his lips.

“Come closer,” the man says, his voice once more calm. Sakura does. He’d probably do anything the guy asked him to at this point. But instead of letting Sakura take him back into his mouth (this time properly), the guy pulls back completely. Sakura whines and the man laughs. Instead, fingers come through the opening and two push against Sakura’s lips.

Sakura opens his mouth, letting them in. The stranger uses his index and middle finger to coax his tongue into licking and Sakura moves his left hand, using it to steady the man’s hand. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he praises.

And Sakura wants more. He pulls him deeper and sucks and bites. He can hear the man stroking himself and he does the same. When his saliva drips past his lips, he uses that to help his hand glide across his length. 

Without warning, the stranger’s limp hand goes rigid and the three fingers he’d left out of Sakura’s mouth move to grip his jaw. It’s a bruising grip and unexpected, but Sakura groans. He bites the stranger in retaliation. 

“Now I need you to do that to my dick.” He’s breathing hard and Sakura wonders how much longer the two of them can keep going. 

The hand lets him go, moving away and Sakura uses his damp shirt to wipe his mouth. He smirks, “The biting too?”

He can feel the smirk in the stranger’s words, “If you think it’s worth it.”

As the man starts to slip back through the hole, Sakura dives in. He’s clumsy. He’s never had a penis in his mouth, much less ever even imagined the possibility (of having a penis in his mouth or having his in someone’s mouth). But it must be alright because the man is groaning and encouraging him, begging for him to tighten his hold, yes, that’s perfect, take me as far back as you can

When the man starts to move his hips, thrusting into Sakura’s mouth, Sakura feels the knot in his stomach pull tighter. His hips move quickly and he slips out of his mouth a few times. He moves to hold him in place with his left hand and the stranger hits the wall. He’s surprised it’s still standing

When he feels himself on the edge, the stranger praises him, “Are you close? Is that why you’re tightening up? God, I need to fuck your ass if your mouth feels this good.”

He feels his ass clench at the words and before he knows it, he’s spilling onto the wall.

His left hand moves toward the wall to help balance him and his mouth stops bobbing, but that doesn’t stop the stranger from continuing his movements. The taste in his mouth is starting to get stronger and the stranger’s “don’t spit or swallow, hold it in your mouth” is the only warning he gets before he’s pushing deep into his mouth and coming.

Sakura’s first instinct is to pull away and either spit or swallow, but he fights the need, wanting to listen. He blushes, wanting to be a good boy again. He closes his throat, not letting anything so much as slide down

The man makes a satisfied sound but doesn’t leave Sakura’s mouth, as if savoring the warmth. When he does slip out, Sakura makes sure to suck off as much excessive liquid as he can. 

The man’s penis is replaced by his lone green eye. It crinkles at the edges, “My, my. Someone looks a little worse for wear.”

Sakura glares at him, his cheeks flushed and lips red. His jaw hurts and he wonders if he’ll have bruises on his face. His own penis is limp, satisfied, and wet. His shirt is a mess down the front and his hair is plastered against his forehead from the exertion. 

“Move back a bit, yeah, like that,” he seems to nod as Sakura does as he’s told. 

“Now, take off your shirt. Just in case. This next part’s a bit messy.”

Sakura furrows his brows but does as he’s told, pulling his white T-shirt over his head. The air is hot and stuffy, but his nipples still stand when he does. The eye roams over his figure, “Perfect.”

When Sakura blushes down to his chest, the stranger laughs, “I’m almost sad this wall is here.”

Sakura gestures at the door, his mouth still full, but the stranger shakes his head, “It’s more exciting like this.”

Sakura can hear him already putting his clothes back on and he scowls. He points at his mouth and the man’s eye lights up like he’d forgotten. 

“Oh yes, how could I forget,” he teases, “Now, I need you to open up but make sure not to spill anything. If you do, I’ll be very disappointed. And you’ll need to get it back inside that glorious mouth of yours again.”

Sakura feels himself twitch with interest. 

“Maybe next time,” the stranger chastises, “I’m actually a little pressed for time tonight.”

Something like jealousy twinges in Sakura’s chest and he scowls deeper. 

The stranger only laughs, “Open up then.”

And Sakura does. He tries to be careful but some saliva does slip past his lips. It drips down his chin and lands on his chest. The man’s eye widens and he even claps, “Was this your first time?”

With his mouth still open, Sakura nods his head, careful of the liquid pooled in the palm of his tongue. 

“You know,” the man tells him, “You should really be careful who you contact online. They could be a pervert who tells you to suck his dick and swallow his come.” 

Sakura raises a brow and bobs his throat.

“Yeah,” the man smiles, “You can swallow it now.”

Sakura does as he’s told and then scowls, “You talk too much!”

The man laughs again and before closing the hole once more, says, “Clean up after yourself.”

He’s quick on his feet even with clogs and he manages to escape the bathroom faster than Sakura even thinks to go after him. Sakura just sits there for a moment, phantom thrusts making blood pool once more in his stomach. He hangs his head, face burning, “Fuck.”

He’s got half a mind to just leave the place stained in his release but he’s still got some shame in his virgin bones. Am I still a virgin? He asks himself as he throws away a wet paper towel. When he finally leaves the bathroom, he notices some noise coming from nearby. He groans, wondering what excuse he would give for why he was there. Would they believe him if he said he came for a fight but his opponent never showed?

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out. He’s got a new message

unknown number, 12:23am
<<don’t worry coast is clear ;)

Sakura looks around and his phone buzzes again

unknown number, 12:24am
<<none of that be a good boy and go home
<<text me when youre in the bath

God, I need to fuck your ass. He blushes and puts his phone back into his pocket. 

Hopefully not for long!