dedicated to: rhyrhy, romeaynce, &&veroxion. (I DONT DESERVE YOUR GUYS' LOVE DDDx)
prompt: fmylife(dot)com
rating: M
story: drabble twelve. third person.
FML o12:My boyfriend forced me to put on a slutty cheerleading outfit and do some gay cheer. For three hours. FML.

note: i decided to do one chapter: sakura's POV. 2nd chapter: sasuke's POV. 3rd chapter: third person. and so on and so forth. REPEAT until we REACH THE ENDDD.

summary:Sasuke commanded, "Give me a cheer, Sakura." Forced to put on the cheerleading costume, she said dully, "Give me an F! Give me a U! Give me a Sasuke! Put it all together and what does that spell?" Oh dear.


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by
SasuSaku Forever and Ever
(aka; ohh, &&xena/-x- XENAPHOBiiA -x-/Xenaphant)

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Spirit Day

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(Show off your team spirit.)

Sakura sighed, running a hand through her pink hair. Her sweaty body molded with Sasuke's, who wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing him closer to her. His eyes were closed, and his chest moved up and down. He hadn't awoken yet.

She smiled, snuggling in him. Her arms tickled him slightly, and the feel of him excited her.

"Hn," he breathed out, eyes still closed.

Sakura's emerald eyes faced him. She raised her head to press her lips to his.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

She was about to push her away from him, ready to take a shower, but instead, he held her tighter and she squeaked.

"S-Sasuke-kun!" she breathed out as he attacked her lips, moving down to her neck. "I-I have to go...take a shower..." she began.

His head moved between her breasts. "Take one with me."

"N-No! Sasuke-kun!" she half-giggled, half-said.

She could feel him smirking between her mounds. "Why not?"

"I-I don't want you to," she laughed as he used his tongue, tickling her.

Suddenly, he lifted her bridal style and kicked the door open to the bathroom. The sudden chill came over them.

"It's cold," she whined, her head leaning next to his body and her arms around his neck.

"Wait a little bit," he muttered, turning on the showerhead with one hand.

She squealed as he combed her hair with his hand. "Mm, Sakura, wait..."

Then, he opened the door and held the showerhead over her body, letting her take up all the hot water.

"Aa..." she moaned, massaging her scalp.

Sweet, sweet moans...

"Let me wash your hair," he commanded. She gulped, then he placed the showerhead back to its original spot. Squeezing some of her strawberry shampoo out, he rubbed his hands together and moved them through her silky locks.

His body pressed closer to his, his hard member against her buttocks.

Moaning, her head arched back, and his hands were lost in her soft locks.

Then, he removed them, rubbing matching body wash and slowly moving from her neck down to her shoulders...

Massaging her breasts.

Tickling her stomach.

Running down her outer thighs.

He thrust gently into her behind.

"Do you like that, Sa-ku-ra?" he whispered huskily as his hands moved up to her hips.

The girl squeaked, and covered herself, though there was no use.

He turned her around to look at him, and he smirked.

"You don't have to cover yourself when you're around me," he murmured as he took her arms away from her body. He then stroked her cheeks, kissing her forehead, nose, lips...

"Aa! There's soap in my eye!" she screamed, and she covered her eyes, tripping into the shower door, causing Sasuke to bump back against the freezing tile wall. Sakura screamed again, and with one hand, reached for a towel. Sasuke cursed, turned off the water, and handed her the towel to rub her face.

"It hurts," she whined.

Sasuke dried himself off with another towel. "Hold still," he said, examining her emeralds.

"No, it hurts!" she shrieked, flapping him off.

He sighed.

"Sakura, let me see it."

She gave in, wincing at the momentary pain. It dwindled, though the redness was still there.

"Arigatou, Sasuke-kun!" she smiled, hugging him 'round the waist.

"Hn," he muttered back, exploring her damp hair with his hands. "You're so confusing, Sakura," he murmured, kissing it.

"Not as confusing as you!" she said back childishly, her tongue sticking out at him.

Sasuke chuckled at her childish behavior and kissed her forehead.

"Silly Sakura."

"TRIX ARE FOR KIDS!"

"Hn."

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Sakura hopped around the kitchen, making breakfast for herself and Sasuke. "Do you like salt on your eggs, Sasuke-kun?"

"It doesn't matter."

Sakura shrugged, then poured the white grains onto his yellow-white breakfast.

Handing it on a silver platter (in a French maid costume, mind you), she then snugged into his lap and breathed in his scent.

Fiddling with his collar, she whispered, "I like it when you get turned on."

His face turned pink, and he turned to the other side, hoping she wouldn't see.

"Annoying," he mumbled, a hand through his hair.

She giggled, a hand on his neck, feeling the soft ends of his hairs from the back. She pressed her warm, red lips against it, licking it as it moved upwards.

She then kissed his jaw, watching him squirm uncomfortably as her other hand trailed down to his abdomen.

"Aa, Sasuke-kun," she murmured. "You're so tight."

This made his bulge even larger, and Sakura, hesitating, pressed her soft cherry lips against his, making an outline of them with her tongue.

"Y-You taste good," she said as he opened her mouth and inserted his tongue into her cavern.

Suddenly, he pushed her down onto the couch, stared into her eyes, and whispered,

"I don't take orders from a dominatrix."

Sakura smiled, placing his hands on her chest while he passionately "devoured" her.

He fiddled with the folds of her costume, then ripping the clothing off, admiring her sex-goddess body.

"Hey! I just put that on!" she pouted.

"I'll buy you a new one," he murmured, his hands trailing down her body, touching, kissing, feeling...

As she became wetter and wetter, he smirked, his lips to her ear, mumbling, "Are you aroused, Sakura-chan?"

She whimpered, and he stuck his tongue into her ear, licking the shell and nibbling softly.

"Don't do this to me," she said as he kissed her jaw, moving up to her lips. "It's torture," she moaned.

As he fiddled with the strap of her bra, he said, "So what do you say?"

"Put your hands on me," she begged.

"What's my name?" he replied playfully, massaging her wet womanhood with the other hand.

She screamed, "SASUKE-KUN!"

He smirked, and tore off the undergarments in a flash. She was panting, and helped remove him of his attire.

"You're so mean," she pouted, her lip curled.

He chuckled. "I'm sorry," he said. "So what can I do to repay you?"

"Tell me, no, show me you love me. Kiss me lovingly. Hold me tight, and never let me go."

Smirking at her poetic "abilities," he placed his lips on her forehead, murmuring, "I'd never think of letting my only love fly away."

She laughed, pulling him down. "Even more cheesier than me."

Growling, he smashed his lips onto hers. His member was against her womanhood, hiding beneath pink curls. He rubbed against her and felt her moan, grabbing his locks and twisting them.

"It's even harder for me," he smirked as he noticed her pleading expression. "But a shinobi--"

"Must never show emotions, yeah, I know that shit," she muttered, telling him to shut up.

He grabbed her by the legs, placing them over his shoulders.

"Hey, Sasuke-kun! What the fuck are you doing?!" she shouted as her head was dangling against the back of his knees.

Sasuke chuckled as he felt her wetness against his back and her whines.

"You're such a child sometimes," he said as he reached the bedroom. By that time the blood had gotten to her head, and she was feeling dizzy.

Then, she was put on the bed with a thump! and saw Sasuke's naked body over her. His hair, slightly damp from sweat, framed his god-like face.

"But I love it."

He then smashed his sweet, sweet lips onto hers, forcing her to open her mouth, sticking his tongue into her mouth.

"Mmph! MMPH!" Sakura said, trying to move her pinned limbs. He stared at her.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Be gentler, baka," Sakura said. "It hurts!"

He grabbed her wrist, holding her towards him. She yelped, falling into his chest, breasts pressed against his muscles. He wrapped his arms around her and smirked. Then, he placed both hands on the sides of her face and gently brought her in to place a tender kiss on her mouth.

"Better?"

"Lots," she smiled. As she leaned in for another, he said, "Wait."

Stepping out of bed, he walked over towards the closet as Sakura covered herself with the sheets. He came back, holding a cheerleading uniform with the Uchiha symbol sewed onto the black fabric. It included a short, barely covering the bosom shirt, a pantie-like skirt, and two matching black, blue, and red pompoms.

"Wear this."

Sakura frowned. "Why? I don't want to put that on! It'll make me look like a slut!"

"Well you're not, so it won't be. Come on, Sakura. Or I'll put it on for you," Sasuke commanded.

Sakura sighed as he tossed the uniform to her. Embarrassed, she turned her back to him and he smirked.

"No need for that," he whispered, tugging her back to face him. Her face was red with embarrassment, and she slowly put the tight, chest-choking shirt on. Slipping on the other clothing, she frowned as she said, "Now I look like a stripper."

Still amused, Sasuke placed the pompoms in her hand. He climbed in the sheets, covering half of his body. Thinking she should join him, she flipped half of the black blanket over until he said, "Give me a cheer, Sakura. Now."

"What?! Why, Sasuke-kun?! I've already done this--" she motioned with her pompom-filled hands, "For you!"

"It turns me on. I like to see you role play."

Sakura groaned in frustration. "You're so annoying!" she complained.

"Don't go stealing your lover's lines, now, Sa-ku-ra."

Sakura was about ready to pull her hair. "So let me get this straight--we wake up, take a shower together, you're about to do me, I get soap in my eye, I whine, moan, and bitch a little bit, you take it out, compliment on how silly I am, I make you breakfast, you eat it, mouth-rape me, we're getting steamy, you pick me up, the blood goes to my head, I'm dizzy, confused, and unsure, and now you're making me wear this?!"

"You forgot the gentler kissing."

"Hmph! The only good thing there."

Sasuke sighed. "Sakura, don't be stubborn. Just finish and then we can make love."

"No babies are gonna be puntin' out of this vagina after I'm finished with you. Hey, you know, if you make me do this, it's not going to BE making love anymore. Cuz I'll dump you, fuck you senseless, and then get together again. So it's basically a free fuck. SEX!" she shouted.

His eyes softened, and he was doing--

Oh no.

The trick.

"Please, Sakura-chan?"

...Even the little quiver in the voice!

"Okay."

Sigh.

"Give me an F!" she said, turning to the side to form the letter and having her arms looking like the less-than symbol.

"F," Sasuke smirked, knowing he would always win.

"Give me a U!" she said, now on her stomach, her legs and arms up in the air.

"U."

Getting up on her feet, and blushing at his hungry look at the skimpyness of the outfit, she then said, "Give me a Sasuke!"

He smirked. "Sasuke," he repeated back.

"Put it all together and what does that spell?" she said, now in a perfect split.

"Eff you, Sasuke. Awwh, Sakura, you don't have to be so mean," he said, feigning hurt.

"Well, you got your cheer. Now I get my fuck."

He laughed, yes, laughed, and tugged her wrist into the bed.

"Not a fuck, not sex--it's called making love."

"Well, it's sexual intercourse, also meaning sex, a FUCK, a one-night-stand--"

"Shut up and kiss me," he snarled as he removed the skimpy fabric from her.

Pressing his erection against her wet womanhood, he rubbed against her.

"Like it?"

She bit her lip, refraining a moan. No way was she going to give into him after what he had done to her!

"Aa, Sakura, you know you want it," he teased. His lips were on her neck, placing a love mark. She yelped, and he smirked, tounging the bruise.

"I told you, don't hold it back."

He moved down, biting her nipple and sucking it. Running over the hardened bud, she gave in as he massaged the other while licking the current one.

Her hands were stuck in his hair, playing with it, running through them, twisting them passionately.

Without warning, he thrust into her, and she screamed, unprepared for the penetration.

"I want to hear more," he said, his mouth still on her breast.

As Sakura moved her hips against his, making her more and more excited, she began to scream.

"Go harder, faster...oh, Kami! Deeper, Sasuke-kun!" she said, crying from the joy as she wrapped her arms around Sasuke's neck.

"Your wish is my command," he said, kissing her tears away. He went deep, deep into her, and she screamed as if on fire. The pleasure was unbelievable.

He slowly moved out, both partners' cum between her legs.

"I'll get that," he said, moving between her legs to eat her out. She was sweet, and he could literally lick it up all day, and live on it for the rest of his life.

"You taste good. Do you want to try?" he said, capturing her lips. She moaned, and their tongues danced, as did their hands, while her legs were wrapped around his waist.

Panting, she released from him and fell to the bed, catching her breath.

"That was...that was the best we'd ever had," she said, the traces of their fluids still lingering in her mouth.

As she closed her eyes, she felt a presence over her.

"Ready for round two?"


no, i'm not dead...(yet).

so here's the thing. i'm on FF every day. have all the hours i want. inspiration? zero. oh boo hoo. life sucks.

...for me, it kinda does.

and this was so random. i nvr plan out, which is why I FAIL.

repeat that, I FAIL.

heehee. deny it and...uhm. well. face the wrath of failure.

QUESTIONSSS:

1. how much d'ya lurveee xena?

2. if you think my writing sucks, say YES and i give you...er. love.

3. i love sasusaku. do you?