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rating: M
story: drabble fifty-two. sakura's pov.
FML o52: Today, it was my wedding day. With my best friend as the priest, she asked, "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" After saying I do, she then turned to him and asked, "Do you want to bang my friend?" Everyone laughed, except my already disapproving father. 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: Today, I was getting married. My best friend was the priest, and he asked him, "Do you want to bang my friend?" as the vow. Everyone laughed, except my dad. He's never liked Sasuke anyway. FML.


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

You May Now Do...

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I knew it was a bad idea to let our best friend be the priest for my wedding. The one day everything had to be perfect was ruined. Plus, I have no idea what I was smoking when I decided to go up to Naruto, with Sasuke (who was probably just as doped) to say, "Hey, Naruto, wanna be the priest for our wedding day?"

Needless to say he accepted it enthusiastically.

First of all, not only did he show up ten minutes late to the wedding, making me even more nervous than I was waiting in my little room, my palms sweating. He also wore this God-awful bright orange tuxedo and a black tie, which, if he switched the color scheme around, wouldn't be as bad, but it was.

Also, appearance-wise, he looked like he just rolled out of bed, realized he was late, and just put on whatever without washing his face ,taking a shower, or brushing his hair. I can easily see my reflection in his once-clean spikes.

I really wanted Sasuke to hold me right there, but instead, I let my girlfriends hold my hand. He wasn't allowed to see me in my dress before the actual ceremony started.

"Wow, Sakura-chan, your hands are really sweaty," Hinata commented. "Here," she said, handing me a handkerchief. "Let me help you."

"It's okay," I said. "Thanks anyway, Hinata."

Hinata nodded, continuing to hold my sweaty hand while TenTen massaged my shoulders.

"You're stiff, Sakura. You've got to relax. Here, I know this one Chinese technique that if I hit the right spot, I can make you feel totally relaxed…on the other hand, it might paralyze you for life…wait, I think I've got it—"

"No, I'm okay. Get away," I said. I didn't need to be paralyzed either. "Just…just stay here, okay?"

"Are you sure? I think I've got the right point."

"I'm sure. Sit here." I kept bouncing my knees, something else I did when I was nervous.

"Sakura. Chill out," TenTen said. "You're worrying about it too much."

"You've obviously never been in my spot," I growled. TenTen shrugged.

"That's true, but still. I oughta give you, like, a pill or something."

"No."

Then, I heard my phone beep. I checked it, struggling to open the top of the flip-phone due to my hands being so sweaty. It was from Sasuke.

Are you alright? He texted. I smiled. Thinking about me even during what was supposed to be our day.

I'm nervous, but it's normal, I guess. Wbu?

A second later, I got a response. His fingers texted fast, which was good for…ahem.

Obviously, but I wouldn't let anybody see it except for you. I love you.

I bit my lip to try and stifle my huge, idiotic grin. I love you, too. Heart.

Then, I received this little gem: Tonight I'm going to rip off your dress and love you so hard. I won't be able to control myself. I'm already hard thinking about you under me.

My nipples perked up from under my dress and I almost moaned thinking about him inside of me, holding me close to him while he fucked me.

With my fingers weak and shaky, I texted back, I can't wait.

Right after that, Naruto called out, "Sakura-chan, it's time."

I took a deep breath. Hinata and TenTen helped me up. My dress felt even heavier than it usually was, and my knees felt weak. My head spun. I thought I was going to faint.

"Do you need help?" Naruto asked.

"I'm fine," I said. "Go back to the altar."

"Yes, princess," he teased before I slapped his shoulder. "Good luck."

"Yeah."

I held the bouquet in my hands. It was white, like my dress, and they were lilies. Sasuke loved lilies.

The doors opened. I held my breath.

And I walked through.

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My dad was waiting for me right outside. He looked like he was about to cry, but of course, he wouldn't show it. When he touched the edge of his eye, I asked, "Tou-san…are you crying? Don't cry. It's okay. It's a happy occasion!"

Then, he said, "I'm not crying! It's allergy season, Sakura. You know I have allergies."

"Allergies in July?"

"Whatever. So, am I supposed to like, hold my arm out or something?"

"I think so." He held his arm out awkward to the side and I looped my own through it.

"This looks weird," he said as we slowly walked down the aisle, muttering under his breath. "I can't believe my daughter is getting married already!"

"I'm twenty-two, tou-san!"

"TOO YOUNG," he said in his "disapproving father" voice. "When I was twenty-two, I was working out in the fields to earn money for my family."

"Times have changed."

"…I hate Sasuke."

It always came back to this. My dad has never, ever, ever approved of Sasuke. Maybe it was the hair, or his pretty looks that had girls fawning all over him ("He's going to break your heart, Sakura-chan, because he can have any girl he wants! Look at that pretty boy!"), or his lack of personality when he talked to everyone else but me.

Maybe it was for no reason. My dad hates a lot of things for no reason.

"I know you do," I said, only the corner of my mouth moving. "But you're going to have to deal with it. He's going to be your son-in-law."

Tou-san shuddered. "I don't want to think about it."

"We'll talk later," I said. I reached the altar where Sasuke stood, waiting for me. He was in a black tuxedo, a white dress shirt, and he had a red rose in his breast pocket (my favorite flower!). His hands were folded behind his back and he gave me a genuine smile—one that he gave only to me.

My father let me go and trudged back to his seat unwillingly. He obviously was unhappy, but my mom tried to comfort him, saying, "Dear, dear, don't do anything rash."

I scooted closer to Sasuke. He took my hand in his and whispered, "You look so unbelievably beautiful, Sakura."

I almost wanted to cry. "Thank you."

He leaned in closer to me. To some, it seemed like he was kissing me. Instead, he pressed his lips against my ear. "I love you."

Before I could respond, Naruto interrupted. He ahemed, took out a book, and began to read from it, using his dad's eyeglasses to seem more professional.

"We are gathered here today…what the hell, I can't read any of this. Whatever. Anyway, Sakura-chan." He looked at me, and I made a mental note of myself to strangle him after this was done. "Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Of course," I said softly, looking at Sasuke through my veil. "Of course I do."

"Great," Naruto said. Then, he turned to Sasuke.

"Teme," Naruto began. I growled. Naruto…

"From one friend to another, tell me. Would you like to bang my friend that is of the feminine species?"

There were fits of laughter from behind us, and I turned around to see that almost everyone, including my mom, was on the floor laughing, holding their stomachs and trying to cover their mouths. Sasuke smirked, held my hand, and said, "Certainly."

I turned around again, only to see that one person wasn't laughing. My dad.

Boy, did he look pissed. He was sitting with his legs crossed, his face like a horse—long and sad—, and he had this giant frown on his face. His arms were folded. That meant serious business. He was obviously not thrilled about this.

Shit.

"You may now kiss the bride," Naruto said, closing the book and taking off his eyeglasses, massaging his temples. "And do other stuff later."

Sasuke faced me. He took the veil off my face and smiled. Then, he pressed his forehead to mine. Our noses touched.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I know." Then, he kissed me softly, holding my face in his hands. I wrapped my arms around his neck and the bouquet fell to the floor. He held me tighter to him and I felt his erection press against the multiple layers of my dress.

"Tonight," he murmured. "I can't wait."

I was nervous, for some reason. We've had sex before, multiple times with my father still thinking I'm a virgin, but for God knows what I didn't feel right. Maybe it was just wedding night scares. Or maybe it was the fact that my father knows what we're going to…

"I don't know," I muttered as I pulled away.

"Why not?" he asked. "Is something wrong?"

"We'll talk later."

He opened his mouth to say something, but realized now would not be the best time to argue about it. "Later," he promised.

"Yeah."

He held my hand as we walked down the aisle, people clapping and standing up for us as we walked towards the exit. But when I turned back, my dad was still sitting there, facing the altar, so that we only saw the back of his head.

My heart sank.

But Sasuke and I kept walking as he helped me into the limo before entering from the other side. The doors closed, and people waved us off happily as I sighed and took off my shoes.

"Give me your feet," he said. "I'll massage them for you."

"You don't have to," I said. "They're dir—" He tsked! And took my legs, placing my feet on his knees. He used his skillful, magical fingers, and it felt so good I moaned.

"This turns you on?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It just feels good. It doesn't turn me on," I said.

"It turns me on."

I hoped that the driver couldn't hear us. If he could, he was doing a really nice job of ignoring it. Sasuke then pulled me onto his lap, put his hand underneath the multiple layers of skirts under my dress, and stroked my thigh softly. His fingers tugged at my garter.

"Not here," I murmured as I let his hand travel past my top onto my chest. "Someone will see—"

"They won't, I promise," he whispered, biting my ear softly. The hand that was on my thigh moved towards my crotch, where he put his hand down my panties and stroked me softly. I felt myself become wet while he took my nipple and squeezed it. His cock was poking me from under my dress.

"Sasuke," I moaned. "Oh…"

"Do you like it?"

"Yes—yes, but…"

"But what?"

"Here, we can't…it's too embarr—oh!" my mind went blank as he bounced me up and down gently on his shaft while his fingers went deeper into me, his palm cupping my breast.

Right as I was about to cum, he stopped, pulled out his fingers, and licked them seductively. He turned me around and I frowned.

"Why'd you stop there?"

"Because," he said. "I want to tease you before tonight."

I felt that sinking feeling again—how my dad looked at us and realized I was going to be "stuck" with Sasuke forever.

"What's wrong, Sakura? What are you thinking about?" Sasuke asked, his voice softening as he pulled me towards him, in no way sexually.

"It's nothing," I said.

"You promised you would talk to me about this later. It's later. What's troubling you?"

"It's…" I began, but Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows. "My dad. He doesn't like us together. He can't believe that it's actually happened—that his daughter just got married. I don't know what he doesn't like about you, but whatever it is…I'm sorry. I didn't want to tell you like this. It's our special day and I just didn't want to ruin it for you."

"Oh, Sakura." He buried his head in my shoulder. "I'm not upset. I'm glad you told me. I know that your father doesn't exactly approve of me, but I guess this is what we all have to deal with. Is this bothering you that much?"

My lack of response told him it was.

"Hey, don't be upset. Let's talk about this later if you want, alright?"

"Okay."

"Good. Now smile, alright? The bride's not allowed to be sad." He gave me a smirk and kissed my cheek softly before I giggled. Then, he set me down on the seat and loomed over me, his knees in between my legs.

"I'm going to tease you even more. Hopefully, there won't be any sudden stops."

"Yeah."

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"What the hell is wrong with you, Uzumaki? Why the hell would you say something like that at my daughter's wedding?" Papa Haruno shouted. "That was utterly and completely inappropriate. Would you like to bang my friend? Really? You're lucky I have carpal tunnel, because I would have strangled you already."

"Hey, don't get your panties in a twist," Naruto said. "Everyone took it with a grain of salt. Why can't you?"

"Why can't I? Why can't I? She's my daughter, you idiot! Of course I need to take it to heart!"

"Well, I mean, she and Sasuke have already done it. It's not like she's like a nun or whatever. That guy is a beast, from what she's told me."

"They what?"

"I mean…" Naruto began. "I, uh…"

"You mean to say that man has corrupted my daughter—before he married her?"

"…No?"

Papa Haruno's eyes blazed. He pushed Naruto aside. "I have to go. But beware—I've got my eyes on you. Say goodbye to children."

Naruto whimpered, holding his crotch as he watched Sakura's father leave.

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"I'm glad we had the reception before," Sasuke said, holding me in his arms while carrying me to his apartment. "Now we have all the time to ourselves."

"Yeah," I said, snuggling into his chest. "I'm horny."

"I am too." He set me down on the living room couch before undoing his tie, taking off his tux coat, and throwing it onto a seat. "Do you want tea?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"Jasmine?"

"You know me," I said. He smirked, pouring himself a cup while handing the other to me. They clinked it and sipped the hot liquid as he scooted closer to me.

"We're finally married," he said, looking at the ring on his finger. "I've waited for this day for a long time."

"Me too. It was everything I dreamed of. Almost."

"Almost…because of Naruto?"

"Sort of. But also because of…" I faded off. "Uh."

"Do you want to talk about it again?" he asked, setting his cup down.

"I don't—" I began. Then, we heard a vicious knock on the door.

"Open up, Uchiha!"

Oh my goodness.

It was my dad.

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"What do we do?" I said in a hushed whisper. He took my shoulders and said, "Sakura, calm down. Just stay here. I'll take care of it."

With the coolness and suaveness of the man I married, he opened the door nonchalantly and gave my dad the most fake smile he could give. "Hello, father-in-law."

"Don't call me that. Anyway, you are never going near my daughter again. You understand? I'm taking her home."

"I'm sorry, sir. We're married. This is her home now."

"Keep your filthy, dirty, whorish little hands off my daughter, you evil bastard."

That was it. I stood up. "Tou-san, what the hell is going on here?"

"Sakura, he violated you. I will not accept him into my family. He's a no good bastard. Come on. We're going home."

"No," I said. "Tou-san. I love you. I will always love you. You're my dad and I care for you dearly. But I'm older now, and I can decide what I want to do with my life. And I want to spend it here with Sasuke." I held onto Sasuke's hand while I said this and squeezed. He squeezed back.

Dad wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth. "Sakura," he began. I could literally see the smoke almost coming out of his ears. I thought he would just kidnap me, but instead, he said, "Is this what you really want?"

"Yeah," I said. "It is."

Dad sighed. I could see that he knew he lost this battle. Plus, if my mom were here, she would probably be on our side too.

"I love you, Sakura-chan. Remember that. I'm the man that loves you the most. I always will. But if this is what you want, then…" he rubbed the corner of his eye again. "God damn allergies. Anyway, if this is what you want, then…I wish you the best of luck. And you—" he pointed at Sasuke. "Take care of her, or I will slit your throat."

"I will."

"Good." He looked at us for a couple more minutes and kissed my forehead. "Well, then, come back and visit soon, Sakura. And bring him if it's only necessary," Dad said, not trying to hide the contempt for my husband.

"I will."

"Okay. Well. Bye." He shut the door behind him and I let out a huge sigh before collapsing into Sasuke's arms.

"That was painful," I said.

"I know. Plus, who gets allergies in July?"

"He's trying to protect his masculinity."

"Sure. But still," he said, "We have all the time in the world for ourselves now without any distractions." He raised his eyebrows and lifted me, one hand under my ass while the other held my back. He led me to his bedroom where we had spent so many special times together before.

"I can't wait," he muttered. "You're so beautiful. I just want to rip this off and love you in ways you can't even imagine."

"Don't rush it," I said, putting a hand on his chest as he loomed over me. "I want it to last."

"It will."

He unzipped the back of my dress, letting me breathe easier. The corset shape really slimmed me down at the extent of having to take more breaths.

My breasts popped out and he took one in his mouth, sucking it softly. I arched my back, moaning, and he sucked even harder. With his other hand, he rubbed my nipple and I felt them perk up at his touch.

He massaged them in a circular motion as he dry-humped me. I felt my panties become wetter and wetter and he sent small jolts to my womanhood with each lick. Then, he stopped, looked at me with those devilish eyes, and pulled my skirts up to my breasts. My nipples felt cold from the air.

Then, he tugged at my panties and my stockings with his teeth. My crotch was so hot and wet and waiting for him.

"Spread them," he said, his hands on my knees trying to gently pry them apart. Without warning, he put his head in between my legs and licked me, knowing where I was sensitive and where I was about to—

"Oh my—Sasuke, please…" I begged, holding my breasts as he used his tongue to flick my clit.

"You taste so good," he murmured. "You're so wet."

"Sasuke—!"

I was almost about to cum. But I didn't want to. I wanted his cock.

I reached for his pants and unzipped them. Lo and behold, am I right or am I right?

"Sakura…" he moaned as my fingers grazed his tip. I held it in my hands and pumped it slowly.

"You're such a fucking tease," I muttered as I kept pumping him. "I hope you get a taste of your own medicine now."

"You little vixen…"

I didn't know what happened next. He (or maybe me) took off his boxers, and he entered me hard. Not gently, as he usually did, but with animalistic agility.

"Sasuke-kun! You're too—"

"I'm sorry, Sakura," he said, holding on to my hips while he thrusted into me as I moaned. "I can't hold myself back any longer."

My breasts kept moving with every thrust and I held them so that they wouldn't move as much. Then, Sasuke turned me so that I was on all fours and he lifted my ass so that he could do me doggy—with every thrust my nipples brushed against the blankets and I moaned, knowing I was going to cum soon.

"Sasuke-kun, it feels so good," I breathed out. "More, more…"

"Sakura, sweetheart," he said, changing positions again. I was on my back once more, and my legs were over his shoulders. This position hit me the deepest, and before I could tell him I was going to cum, he hit my g-spot and I exploded all over him.

"Sasuke-kun," I moaned as his limp penis left me, also having ejaculated. My chest heaved up and down and I was on Cloud 9, unable to speak. He collapsed next to me, held me into his arms, and kissed me all over my face.

"That was amazing," I said. "Perhaps the best."

He didn't answer me. He just held me tighter and kissed my hair. "I love you, Sakura."

I snuggled into him. "I love you, too, Sasuke-kun."

"I want to be with you forever."

"I do, too."

Sasuke didn't say anything. He pulled the blankets over us and whispered sweet words into my ears as I tried not to giggle at how ridiculous some of them were.

"Hey, your dad…he actually seems like a pretty good guy."

"What makes you think that?" I asked, looking up at him.

"He loves you dearly. Almost as much as I love you."

"So you've got something in common, right?"

"Yes."

I put a leg around his waist. He turned hard against me.

"Still doesn't mean I'm crazy about him, though," he murmured.

"It's okay," I said. "We've got all the time in the world."

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"So how was it?" Naruto asked as he sat down next to Papa Haruno at the bar. The man glared before downing another drink.

"I'd rather not talk about it."

"That bad, huh? Did you walk in on them?"

"What? No! What's wrong with you?"

Naruto shrugged. "I don't know. Sometimes they don't lock their door and I walk in on them and…uh…well, Sasuke's very dominant in controlling what he has."

Papa Haruno struggled to get up. He held onto Naruto's shoulder for support.

"Where the fuck does this bastard live again?"


i actually ahve no idea what a real wedding is like so i can't say for sure. i probably got stuff wrong.

last chapter was about a wedding too. i'm on a wedding craze haha.

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