Author's Note/Content Warning:

As the rating suggests, this story contains adult content and includes infidelity. Please read at your own discretion!

Sakura cursed herself for her selfishness and for being a terrible friend. One moment, she was plugging in her hair straightner as an impromptu iron for Naruto's black wedding kimono.

She had been about to give the groom one final chastisement turned pep talk when she felt Naruto's presence behind her. Strong arms spun her around and without warning, his lips fiercely met hers.

Sakura quickly held her hands up and moved to push Naruto away. While her brain told her to do just that, her hands seemingly moved on their own accord to rest behind Naruto's neck.

Resigned to her fate, she closed her eyes and returned Naruto's kiss. Teeth captured her bottom lip, causing Sakura to emit a low moan from the back of her throat. Fueled by the sound, Naruto only deepened the kiss. Her mouth opened slightly and was immediately met with Naruto's tongue.

At first, the kisses were tentative and hesitant, but quickly turned hurried and fueled with a hunger for more. A sharp voice in the back of Sakura's mind cried out for her to stop. If she told Naruto to stop, Sakura knew he would immediately cease what he was doing even before the word left her lips.

Yet, she never did. It was Naruto who pulled back. Breathless and suddenly aware of the sound of her heart hammering in her chest, she looked up at Naruto in hopes of making sense out of what just happened.

Blue eyes as bright as the clear summer sky darkened as they met her own. Still, he made no move to resume their previous activities. "I shouldn't do this…"

Naruto was the voice of logic instead of her. Under normal circumstances, Sakura would laugh at this. Instead, she just nodded her head while her mind thought of something to say to make them forget what just happened.

"...The straightener should have heated up by now."

Sometimes, Sakura amazed herself with how terribly she could craft words and phrases together in order to make an awkward situation all the more uncomfortable.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked away from Naruto as if acting like nothing happened would make it true. "I should...let you finish getting ready."

She quickly turned to flee the scene and barely pivoted on her heel when she heard the sound of Naruto's speak up.

"Stay." His voice sounded so sure. Had he really changed his mind so soon?

"Naruto…" Her's however, was filled with trepidation and uncertainty.

"I'm sure, Sakura-chan," Naruto replied before his voice grew a few decibels lower, causing shivers of frisson to run up Sakura's spine. "Stay."

As if under a genjutsu, Sakura immediately turned back towards Naruto as she began to come up with reasons why she should go. At the sight of Naruto's expression, she felt her heart begin to beat faster and her willpower dissolve under his gaze.

The next few moments of impassioned kisses were a whirlwind and when Sakura came up for air, she found herself pressed against a wall. Shifting herself into a more comfortable position, Naruto took it for an invitation and she felt his length through the kimono's fabric brush up against her.

Gasping at the suddenly sensation, Sakura moved her legs further apart while Naruto drove into her. She bit down on her lip to keep any noise escaping from her lips while Naruto's teeth gently nipped at the lobe of her ear before trailing down to the delicate skin of her throat.

Sakura reached her hand up to grip at Naruto's back while she pressed herself into Naruto, grinding into him. She was rewarded with a deep guttural moan from Naruto. "Sakura…" he breathed, causing yet another shiver of excitement to run up her spine.

Without a second thought, Sakura seized Naruto's lips in another heated kiss as they continued to grind against one another, losing all sense of awareness until she felt a warm hand glide up her leg and slip into her underwear.

Sakura broke the kiss and pressed her palms against the wall as she felt Naruto's fingers moving in and out of her while watching her expression. Suddenly embarrassed, she closed her eyes and felt herself thrust her hips and gritted her teeth at the surge of pleasure that went through her body.

"Beautiful," Naruto breathed into her ear while he ran his finger along her clit. "You're beautiful Sakura."

Sakura felt her face heat up at those words and when she opened her eyes to look at Naruto, she felt her chest tighten. Naruto stared down at her with such longing that it made her heart ache.

He is in love with you.

Sakura had made the wrong decision after the war. She had chosen the wrong fucking person and here she was, making the wrong decision even worse. If she were a decent person, she would end whatever they were doing at that moment and tell Hinata she was sorry that she couldn't attend the wedding to the person she had loved all of her life, but something really important came up.

Instead, she reached up and kissed Naruto tenderly on the lips.

"...Thank you."

Naruto moved his hands from their current position and trailed up and down her thighs as if he were suddenly uncertain of himself. As Sakura was also unsure of what was the proper course of action, she just rested her head on Naruto's chest and was content to feel the rise and fall of his chest. Naruto moved one hand from her thigh and wrapped it around her back, pulling her into his embrace as he rested his chin on her head.

Sakura wanted to be content with what just transpired and let it go. But she needed more. Detaching Naruto's other hand from her thigh, she lifted it up and kissed it before resting it on her collar bone.

Naruto's fingers grazed her clavicle before they trailed down to the blue material of her dress. Sliding it aside, Sakura felt her shoulder become exposed before Naruto did the same thing with her other shoulder. Sakura moved hand to her first sleeve, pulling the material down until her arm slipped out of it and did the same to the other until the material of her dress fell down to her belt, revealing her dark colored bra.

She did not miss Naruto's breath quicken and without even thinking, he took both of Sakura's hands, walking her backwards towards the lone couch in the room. As if deciding that was good enough, Naruto's hands went up to the clasps of her bra.

Up until this point, Sakura had been convinced that Naruto had some experience. After all, he had traveled with the self-proclaimed super-pervert for two and a half years. His sudden and unexpected clumsiness made her feel somewhat relieved.

Those books, she told herself. He probably learned all of this from Jiraya's books.

Sakura reached behind her and undid the clasps of her bra with expert hands. And Naruto immediately bent his head and crashed on her breast like a man dying of thirst. He kneaded one breast while his tongue lapped at her nipple, causing Sakura to throw her head back and let out a deep sigh of contentment.

Naruto had started out gently, but as he got rougher, Sakura knew there would be marks for her to heal later. Even so, she could not help but respond to each one of his touches, wanting more.

Sakura's hands trailed downwards until she felt Naruto's bulge. Naruto's body tensed up while she shyly ran up and down Naruto's length before she moved the kimono fabric aside enough to grasp Naruto's hardness in her hands.

Suddenly forgetting his ministrations, Naruto grabbed Sakura's hip and let out a low groan that encouraged Sakura to continue while experimenting with the placement of her hand and the pace.

With his free hand, Naruto reached up and pushed Sakura's hair behind her ear. Moving this mouth close, she felt his breath his breath tickle her ear and could not help but squirm as he spoke. "I want you," he breathed. "I want you, Sakura."

Sakura knew she shouldn't but she found herself letting go of Naruto and moved her hands towards her dampened panties, sliding them off while Naruto worked on freeing himself from the kimono enough to expose his cock.

Sitting down on the couch, Sakura was unsure of what else she was supposed to do. Doing the only thing that she could think of, she inched backwards and felt Naruto gently guide her down. He leaned down to stare into her eyes, his own pupils dilated.

Maintaining eye contact, she parted her legs and felt Naruto shift several times before he positioned himself. Naruto briefly opened his mouth as if to say something, but promptly decided against it. Instead, he lowered his head for a soft gentle kiss. With a single thrust, he entered her.

Sakura breathed deeply as she felt Naruto's head, stretching soft tissue to accommodate him. While the sensation was not painful, she could not help but realize that she had just given her virginity to her loud-mouth, knuckle-headed ninja. She was fucking Naruto. Not only that, but she was fucking Naruto on his wedding day.

When faced with stress or discomfort, the mind rationalizes behaviors in order to ensure that the individual doesn't experience distress as a result of incongruent thoughts or actions.

And what was precisely what Sakura did. After all, Naruto was not married yet.

Sakura was beginning to become acclimated to Naruto's size. Once he was fully inside of her, he stopped and gave Sakura a questioning look, wondering if he was hurting her or if she was enjoying this.

He was wondering if he was making a mistake.

Sakura moved her hands around Naruto and arched her back upwards, ignoring the protests her body made at the motion. She would get used to it. "Don't stop," she murmured.

Once the pair began to move once more, her body began to adjust the the sudden intrusion. Both of their inexperienced movements were clumsy and awkward, with neither quite sure where to place themselves or their suddenly cumbersome limbs.

Eventually, Naruto's fingers dug into her sides while his thrusts became deeper and faster, changing Sakura's discomfort into pleasure until she realized what was about to happen.

Before she could tell him not to, a groan escaped from Naruto's lips. He thrust against her one final time, causing her to cry out in surprise while she felt the gush of warm liquid flow into her.

Fuck…

Unaware of her predicament, Naruto bent his head to give Sakura one final tender kiss. With the passion and tenderness Naruto showed her, Sakura knew that this was more than just sex to him.

She also surprised herself at the realization that it was more to her as well. However, it would be their first and last time. A glance at the clock told Sakura that it had to be. Naruto was getting married in twenty-three minutes.

Following her actions, Naruto lay his head down on Sakura's bare chest and listened to her pounding heartbeat. Sakura lowered her shaking legs that had been entangled around Naruto's waist and ran a hand through Naruto's blonde tresses, causing him to let out a soft, contented sigh.

"I don't have to marry Hinata," he murmured lazily into Sakura's breasts.

Sakura paused what she was doing and looked up at the ceiling. While she did not reply to him, her mind went over the possible scenarios that would happen if Naruto stood Hinata up.

"I mean it, Sakura-chan!" Naruto continued, opening an eye to look over at her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted us to...do this." Kissing her breasts, he looked back up at Sakura, his gaze filled with pathos before his voice lowered to a weaker, more vulnerable tone. "I have always wanted you, Sakura-chan."

Sakura moved her hand from Naruto's hair and wrapped the younger man in an embrace. "I know," she replied quietly.

Maybe in another time, or another world-like in that genjutsu-they could have been together. Maybe if Sasuke never promised to see her when he got back, or if she never encouraged Hinata to go after Naruto. So many possibilities floated around Sakura's head s she imagined what different ways that could have brought her and Naruto together.

"I know," she choked out as her vision became obscured by tears.

Naruto wrapped his arms around Sakura as if he never wanted to let her go. After a few moments, he kissed the top of her head before he withdrew from her. Sakura felt a new ache emerge between her legs.

With the warm of his body gone, Sakura also felt empty. She had once heard that the definition of hell was meeting the person you could have became. Today, she had gotten a glimpse of what her life could have been with Naruto: loving, passionate, yet tender.

It seemed her penance for making the wrong choice would be to watch as someone else lived that life while she smiled and pretended that she was not lonely. While she pretended that she was content to wait for a man who barely spared her a second thought.

By the time Sakura sat up to put on her bra and straighten her dress, Naruto was busily attempting to iron out his kimono using the previously forgotten hair straightener. Standing up, Sakura ignored the sensation of Naruto's semen dripping out from her and down her leg. She would clean herself up later, she decided.

Picking up her purse from the vanity, Sakura set about using her compact to redo her makeup and fix her hair. The two went about their tasks in silence until they heard a knock on the door.

Please be Sai… Sakura begged.

It seemed that the gods were angry with her. Instead of their socially inept teammate, Sakura pretended to smile at the sight of Kakashi stepping into the room. His eyes crinkled in a smile when he saw Naruto was almost finished with his ironing. "It's good that Naruto had someone chaperoning him," their former sensei said. "I was afraid our dear Naruto would have forgotten he needed to get married and we would have found him sitting at Ichiraku, slurping away at ramen."

Instead of an angry retort, Naruto just smoothed out his kimono. "Is it time already?" he asked.

"I'm afraid so. You don't want to keep your bride-to-be waiting," Kakashi replied. From the corner of her eye, Sakura noticed the Hokage was standing near the couch and moved his foot in a peculiar direction.

"Go on ahead, Naruto," Kakashi continued. "I'll be right behind you."

Sakura did not want to watch Naruto leave through the door. Instead, she busied herself with pretending to smooth down an unruly strand of hair. From her side, she heard Kakashi clear his throat.

Turning her attention to her former senshi, Sakura immediately felt her face heat up when Kakashi held out her discarded panties. "Perhaps you should clean yourself up before you head to the ceremony," he suggested. "Kiba is going to be there, after all."

Sakura quickly took her undergarments and turned her head so Kakashi would not see as her eyes teared up from shame and embarrassment.

"It won't happen again," she promised in a tone barely above a whisper.

She was unsure if Kakashi had heard her, but her former sensei placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I imagine you will be beating yourself up for it for quite some time," Kakashi said. When Sakura could only nod in reply, his hand tightened around her shoulder. "I also imagine that you'll be drinking enough to obliterate any memory of tonight."

Sakura could not help but let out a soft laugh at that before nodding once more.

"How about a couple of dances with this old man instead? You wouldn't want to make your Hokahe look like a lonely old man, would you?"

At that, Sakura could not help but give a genuine laugh. She had expected Kakashi to react adversely to what he had inadvertently stumbled upon and the familiarity of her old sensei trying to cheer her up was enough to pull Sakura out from the self-loathing state she had been in moments before.

"I'll take that as a yes," Kakashi said, releasing Sakura's hand. He headed to the door and paused. "Just clean up and head down to the ceremony when you're ready."

As the door closed behind the Sixth Hokage, Sakura once more promised herself that what happened between her and Naruto would never repeat itself.

Little did Sakura know, she was a filthy liar.