This contains adult themes and next chapter will have nsfw content. If you don't like please don't read. Also, this might get a little silly xD.

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When Sasuke enters his living room he does not expect to find Sakura standing in front of his television, staring at a screen full of pornography.

It takes him completely by surprise and leaves him frozen a few steps into the room. His breath catches in his throat and Sasuke's eyes widen at the erect penis on the screen.

He's looking at the tv before he can think not to, where a naked woman is sighing out a lot more than needed. She's lying on her back and her partner grasps her beneath the knees and spreads her legs before -

Sasuke's eyes grow larger and snap away from the sight. The man's tongue makes contact, from the sounds of it, and Sasuke's adam's apple bobs unnaturally as he stares down at the floor. The moaning is growing loader and his ears are burning up. His heart is definitely beating faster than it should.

His instincts tell him to turn around and walk away; leave his apartment and not come back -

But he knows that this looks bad.

Sakura is probably thinking right now that this is his; that Sasuke watches graphic pornography in his living room for anyone to find. Sakura hasn't turned it off yet and he assumes that it is because she is either in shock, likes it, or because she is curious.

He doesn't think that it can be all three.

A noise falls from Sakura's lips that sounds like a high pitched, "Oh" and Sasuke has to suppress a groan. This can't be happening.

He isn't able to see Sakura's face, and his lips form into a thin line as she gasps again. The woman on the screen makes a wailing noise and Sasuke doesn't look. He's already red enough, and his skin is feeling hot.

It's getting hard to breathe.

Sasuke can't take it anymore, he chances a closer look at Sakura. -

She's standing with her legs slightly parted, and she seems to be fidgeting with her hands a fair bit. Other than that, she is standing stock still. Sakura is blushing heavily and her neck is flushed red. She doesn't glance from the floor to the screen like Sasuke does - Sakura stares straight ahead like she is fixated. Sasuke can see the deep rise and fall of her chest, and he wonders what she is thinking about.

Does Sakura like this? Is that what is happening?

Is she turned on by what is happening? He supposes that it isn't surprising.

They are almost twenty and it would remiss of him to assume that she has no sexual feelings. He doesn't like the thought of Sakura acting on those feelings with another person, perhaps other than himself - even if he is just her friend.

Sasuke's erection twitches in his pants as if mocking him. While he may be Sakura's friend, he has been trying to reach for more for a while. It's hard to deny that he wants her when he's put in a situation like this.

Sasuke can feel himself blushing as he steps forward. He needs to tell her the truth, even if he'd rather walk up to her and kiss her stupid.

So he clears his throat.

"Sakura." Her name comes out deeper than intended but he doesn't have time to think on it because Sakura is whipping around to face him.

Her eyes are wide with lust, and her hair is a little mussed from running her fingers through it.

Sasuke can see her face now.

It's a sight that he doesn't know how to deal with. Sakura's lower lip is full from her habitual chewing of it, her cheeks are flushed, she's panting, and her pupils are extremely dilated.

Sakura is turned on.

"That's not mine." He croaks, wincing as he motions to the tv with a tilt of his chin.

Sakura registers what he is saying and her eyes become sharp. She is still flushed and sexy, but there is something annoying within her now.

She doesn't believe him, he can feel it.

"Who's is it then?" She questions, crossing her arms over her chest. The movement causes Sasuke's eyes to follow her and he is afforded an appealing view.

"Sasuke!" Sakura growls, and he realises that he's been caught. He doesn't move quickly though, and gazes up at Sakura slowly instead, with heat in his eyes.

Sasuke doesn't want to explain to her that Naruto has been staying over when Hinata is away. Last time was almost unbearable because it was for an entire week. Obviously Naruto made himself at home.

That stupid fox is never sleeping on his couch again.

"It's Naruto's." He tells her honestly, and Sakura smirks instantly. It's a smile that tells him she definitely doesn't believe him.

Still, she shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. She glances back at the television screen, where a lot of 'slapping' seems to be going on. Sasuke looks too and he coughs as he sees the graphic angle the porn has chosen to show the man pounding into the woman.

Sasuke hates that he's wearing shinobi pants. They are dark and hide a lot of what he is packing, but if Sakura gets closer to him…

"Okay." She pauses. "It's Naruto's." Sakura says.

Sasuke makes a frustrated noise in his throat and he runs his fingers through his hair. He doesn't see the way Sakura's eyes follow his movements.

"It's okay if it's yours, Sasuke." She offers, softer.

"It's not mine, Sakura!" He growls, and he stalks forward to turn it off.

Sakura's hand reaches as he goes to pass, and her fingers wrap tightly around his wrist. Sasuke can feel that she's clammy, but it doesn't turn him off.

"You don't have to turn it off." She murmurs quickly, and his eyes widen considerably. His movement stutters.

She's standing much too close, and while Sasuke isn't facing her, he can feel her tugging him so that he will.

"If it's Naruto's, then…have you watched something like this before?" Sakura sounds curious and Sasuke shivers as her thumb traces the inside of his wrist. She's no longer holding him tightly, and her tone isn't accusing either.

He doesn't try to pull away.

"You mean porn?" He asks gruffly, giving her a sideways look. He turns a little but still doesn't face her.

"Yes." Sakura nods. She glances to the side and she seems to gather up some courage. "I've only ever read erotic stuff…or imagined it."

"Imagined?" He speaks without thinking, latching onto the part he finds most interesting. What has Sakura imagined?

Sakura fixes him with a deep look. "I'll tell you - but you first." She says seriously.

Sasuke knows what she wants…

"Yes." He says tensely, admitting to what he doesn't want to. "It wasn't like this." He adds as an afterthought.

"What was it like?" Sakura quickly follows, and she steps closer to him.

He can feel her in his personal space now…

Fingers trace up his arm before Sakura reaches down his fingers. She threads her fingers through his, holding his hand. Her other palm presses against his abdomen for a moment, just below his ribs.

Sasuke thinks, 'Friends don't do this.'

His mind reasons that Sakura has never been just a friend.

"It was…" He falters. "I -"

…

"It's just me Sasuke-kun." Sakura uses the familiar suffix, and in a moment like this it sounds different to normal.

It sounds like an invitation.

"It was just porn." He murmurs, and he faces her. His hand squeezes hers and Sasuke is definitely unsure about his next words.

"What do you want, Sakura?" He asks plainly, feeling naked in front of her, despite his clothed form.

Sasuke is nervous, frustrated, and extremely turned on by this accidental situation, and he thinks that Sakura might be too.

They are here, and they are in this.

"I want to watch it with you, Sasuke-kun." Sakura admits, meeting his eyes.

Sasuke's jaw clenches and he knows that he's going to go crazy.

"Okay." He murmurs in agreement, giving her a jerky nod.

He'll watch porn with her…