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rating: M
story: drabble fifty-three. sasuke's pov.
FML o53: Today, I found out why my girlfriend comes over for dinner so often. She thinks my dad is a real babe. 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 now knew the reason why Sakura came over to my house for dinner so frequently. She thinks my dad is "hot." FML.
.o53.
by
SasuSaku Forever and Ever
(aka; ohh, &&xena/-x- XENAPHOBiiA -x-/Xenaphant)
Reverse Oedipal Complex
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It's not like Sakura didn't stay over often for "sleepovers." She did. A lot. But usually they were secretsleepovers when I unlocked my window in the middle of the night and she would climb in by a portable ladder.
I know, this is usually what guys are supposed to do for girls. But after she'd read Twilight, where Edward climbs up into Bella's room, she didn't want to take that risky "creepy" chance, so she decided to reverse the roles.
I can't say that I totally understand her reasoning, but whatever makes her happy…
Anyway, the thing that kept puzzling me is why she came over so often in the early evening—around five or so, so when we're about to eat dinner—so many times. I think she's even come around for dinner more than in my room at night, if I actually count the times.
Of course we invited her to sit with us. We're not like, tyrants or anything. Sometimes, we even prepare another dish in case she decides to come in so she can have her own plate instead of having me share with her. That's how frequently she came.
What was strange though was that she alwaysdecided to sit next to my dad. She'd sit next to me, too, but if I sat down first, she wouldn't sit next to me unless my dad was sitting next to her.
At first I didn't really think of it. Seating isn't a big deal to me. We all sit in different places every day anyway.
But this happened every. Time.
So I decided to do some investigating. And honestly, I really wish I didn't. I can't take back what I just found out. It would have been better not to even look into it anyway.
But I think it's the simple truth.
My girlfriend thinks my dad is hot.
Thinking about it makes me shudder. I have to go cleanse my mind.
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what happened before
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"Hi, Sasuke-kun!" Sakura said as I finally opened the window to let her in. I shushed her and looked around to see if anybody heard her consistent knocking and loud "Hi, Sasuke-kun!"
"Sorry," she said with a huge grin on her face. "I'm just excited for tonight. I went shopping today and bought some stuff that I hope you like as much as I do." When I helped her in, I noticed how low her shirt cut was and how short her shorts here, revealing a nice, creamy thigh…
How could I stay angry at her?
"Come here," I said, opening my arms. She climbed onto my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my shoulder. I put my hands on her waist and slowly made my way up to the inside of her shirt. She squeaked as she felt my hard-on and I smirked while I pressed my lips against her neck.
Sakura took the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her breasts were contained by a white see-through bra, and they did little to cover up what I wanted so badly to uncover.
"Do you like it?" she said, blushing.
"Yeah. I do." I took the middle of her bra with my teeth and moved it up, the cups resting over her breasts. Her nipples perked up and I got even harder.
"Are you matching underneath?" I said, my voice hoarse. I couldn't wait to bury myself into her.
"Yeah," she whispered. "I am."
I looked into her eyes and kissed her hard. I pushed her gently onto the bed and undid the buttons on my shirt, tossing it aside with hers. She put her hand on my chest and slid it down slowly, her fingers leaving a burning trail that made me ache.
"You're so handsome," she said.
I didn't say anything. I wanted to tell her how ridiculously beautiful she was, like I always did, but I just couldn't say anything. I was tongue-tied.
I undid the button on her jean shorts and slid them down. Her panties did indeed match her bra, and I could feel the heat emanating from her core. I pressed a finger to her and she moaned, biting her lip to try and stifle it.
"Don't hold back," I said. "Let it all out, Sakura." I pressed my body close to her, her nipples hardening against my chest. She wrapped her legs around my waist and dug her fingernails into my back.
"Sasuke-kun," she moaned softly. I started to thrust against her through my sweatpants.
"Do you want me?" I asked her, smirking. She hated when I teased her.
"Yes!"
"Then tell me you do," I said, pinching one of her nipples and sucking on the other while keeping a steady pace against her.
"I want you—Sasuke-kun, I want you!" Sakura moaned, arching her back as her fingernails pierced my back.
Her flustered face made me lose it. My legs were tangled trying to take off my sweatpants and boxers, but I got them off anyway. I hiked up her bra even higher and hooked my thumbs in her panties, dragging them down.
"You're still on the pill, right?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she breathed.
"I'm going to do it now, okay?" I said, giving her a heads up. I usually did, because I didn't want to hurt her like I did the first time, but I don't think she cared anymore.
She held onto me as I entered her. Her moans were loud, and I didn't think I cared anymore if the whole house heard us. In fact, I wantedthem to hear us. I wanted them to see how beautiful she was and how much I loved her…
"Wait," I said, pulling out, missing her warmth. She frowned and touched my cheek.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Let's change positions." I helped her up by her wrist and lied down as I helped her sit on me. She spread her legs as I fit into her and I held onto her breasts.
"Sasuke-kun—!" she breathed as she kept bouncing up and down on me. We hadn't done this position in a while—I forgot how good it felt. She seemed to like it better than me.
"That's right, Sakura. Good girl."
"I think—I think I'm going to—Sasuke-kun!" she cried out, her voice loud and piercing. I felt myself coming, too, and I held onto her breasts even tighter as I released myself in her as I felt her sticky warmth envelop me, too.
She collapsed on me and I held her tight, stroking her hair and kissing her face softly. I felt her chest heave up and down and her rapid breathing, and she didn't say anything for a while. I looked into her eyes and smiled, both my hands cupping her cheeks.
"I love you," I said. She knew that. She'd always known that.
"I love you too," she said in response. It was corny, having her say that every time I told her that I loved her, but in a way it comforted me too, because hearing those words come out of her mouth made me forget about all my problems.
She laid her head back on my chest and I pulled a blanket over us.
"Good night," I said.
She fell asleep before she could emit a response.
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"Good evening, Uchiha-san," Sakura said as my dad opened the door to see who the "surprise" visitor was. "Hi, Mikoto!" she said, waving to my mom who had come from cooking to welcome her in. My mom positively adoredSakura, and treated her like the daughter she never had.
"Sakura-chan! It's so good to see you! I'm making dumplings. You love dumplings, don't you?"
"Of course!" she then turned her attention to me and blushed, remembering last night. I smirked.
"Hi, Sasuke-kun," she said.
"Hey."
"Now, Sasuke, that's no way to talk to your girlfriend," Dad said as he welcomed Sakura in. "Come, Sakura. Would you like some slippers?"
"No thank you," she said, taking off her shoes. "But thanks for the offer."
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Mom called from the kitchen. "Why don't you two watch TV or something?"
"Hn." I took Sakura's hand and led her to the couch. We wouldn't be able to do any funny business, because my parents were watching, but we could still hold hands, at least. That was enough for me. I'd gotten more than enough last night. If you know what I mean. Wink, wink.
My dad watched us and it made me feel uncomfortable, although Sakura didn't seem to mind it all. In fact, she was snuggling up all against me and doing some weird kind of stuff that she usually wouldn't do in front of my parents like sucking my neck, and I had no idea why.
"Sakura," I began. She shushed me and whispered in my ear, "Just go with it."
Go with what? What am I supposed to go with?
"Hn."
She licked the inside of my ear and put her hand over my thigh. I'm pretty sure Dad was still watching us, making it super awkward as he could probably see my boner, but I closed my eyes and tried to shut him out.
Then, Sakura stopped licking me, and snuggled next to me, her head on my shoulder. I'm not sure why she quit, but my dad wasn't staring at us anymore. Sakura had a frown on her face.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"Oh, nothing," she said, trying to wave it off. "I'm hungry, that's all."
Yeah. Hungry. She doesn't frown when she's hungry. She practically rips the building apart looking for food. But I didn't want to press the situation further, so I put an arm around her and said, "Dinner's almost done, just wait a couple more minutes."
She sighed. Almost impatiently. "Alright." I tried to hold her tighter to me but she wouldn't sit close enough, so I just put my arm awkwardly around her waist.
She wasn't even looking at the TV.
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"Time to eat!" Mom said as she took off her apron and served dishes to all of us. I held the chair for Sakura, waiting for her to sit, but she stood there awkwardly and I just held it open awkwardly, too.
"Sakura?" I asked her.
She didn't respond. Instead, her eyes followed my dad's to where he was sitting, and once he sat down at the end of the table, she moved a seat down from where I was holding her seat open and sat down next to him. I sighed, and sat next to her, pushing the seat I originally held for her in.
"It looks wonderful, Mikoto," Sakura said. She was such a kisser-upper. But I knew that she also meant it, which was another thing I loved about her.
"You're too sweet, Sakura," she said, blushing. Ugh. Girl-talk. "Anyway, dig in!" everyone pulled out their chopsticks and said, "Itadakimasu!" in unison.
"Here," Sakura said, handing me the tomatoes in the meal that my mom prepared. "I know you like them," she said.
I put my hand on her thigh under the table. "Thanks," I said. She smiled.
"So, Sakura," my dad began, his voice deep. He cleared it and took a sip of water. "How long have you and Sasuke been dating now?"
"Oh, about eight months or so. We're still going strong." Was that a wink she gave to my dad? Ewwh. Ewwh, ewwh, ewwh.
I have to go bleach my brain.
"That's a long time. And you're how old?"
"Almost eighteen."
"Oh my. Time passes by so quickly."
"It sure does."
I swear to God, she winked again. Mom didn't seem to notice, and Dad didn't either, but I know that it wasn't just an eye twitch.
I didn't push the subject yet, and Dad seemed to stop talking about it. We ate for a while, until Mom decided it was time to bring out a cake.
She never made cake unless Sakura was here, because Sakura loved cake. Us Uchiha men—me, Dad, and Itachi (when he was still here and not fucking girls in college)—hated sweets. All kinds of sweets.
With the only exception being Sakura.
Sakura leaned over to cut a piece of cake, to which she accidentally dropped it on her low-cut shirt. The frosting was on her cleavage.
And instead of dabbing it, she took her pinky, dipped it in, and sucked it, making sure she was looking in my dad's direction.
Oh hell no.
I took her by the wrist and she asked, "Where are we going?"
I just said, "I'm going to clean you up."
Clean physically—washing her body, and clean mentally—getting rid of the weird psycho fantasies of my dad and her.
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"Sakura," I said as she sat on the edge of the bathtub as I sponged her off. "Do you..." Ugh, I couldn't say this without sounding weird. "Do you find my father attractive?"
I expected her to deny it quickly, but she blushed and said, "Yeah."
I almost choked on my saliva. "What the hell, Sakura? You're dating me!"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I can't look!"
"He's married!"
"So? Matt Damon's married, but I look at him!"
"That's different!"
Sakura hmphed! and looked away, crossing her arms. I sighed.
"I'm not angry at you, Sakura."
"Yes you are!"
"I love you," I said, reassuring her that I wasn't too angry.
"I hear you," she muttered. Ouch. She was super angry.
"Hey, hey," I said, turning her face so that she could look at me. "Don't be mad. Okay?" I put the sponge down and held her hands in mine. "Let's just drop it, alright?"
"How can we? This is a big deal."
I sighed. "Sakura…"
I leaned over her. She leaned back, and suddenly, she began to tip.
"Ahh!" she screamed as she clutched onto me before we both fell in the bathtub. Unlike American bathtubs, Japanese bathtubs have water and you shower before so that you're clean in the water and everyone shares.
Nonetheless, we were soaked, and she was still holding on to me.
Plus, her shirt was see-through. And I got hard.
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"What the hell, Sasuke?" she shouted.
"It's not my fault you fell!"
"Are you…" she looked at me and then down at my crotch before blushing. "Are you turned on?"
Her bra was showing through the thin fabric of her soaked t-shirt. Of course I was turned on.
"Maybe a little."
Before she could get out, I kissed her hard. She opened her mouth to say something, but instead, I took advantage and put my tongue in her, licking the inside of her mouth, and putting my hand under her shirt.
She struggled for a second, and then held onto me and moaned. That turned me on even more.
I pulled the cup over her breast and took her nipple in between my fingers. Then, I moved it up and down, feeling her turn hard under the water, and she arched her back.
Without hesitation, I put my lips to her bud and sucked her, taking her other breast and massaging it in circular motions.
"S-Sasuke-kun," she moaned.
"Yes?" I teased.
"I—I hate you," she murmured.
"No, you don't," I said. She said that when she was pissed at me, but I knew that she was pissed because I was distracting her from the argument. And distracting myself. I would get rid of all those fantasies she had of my dad, because she was only allowed to focus solely on me.
"You're right," she admitted. "I don—Sasuke-kun!" she shrieked as I pressed my fingers against her core, feeling the heat emanate from her wet panties.
I tore off my wet shirt—it was pretty hard to do since it clung onto me like a second skin.
She reached for my pants and unzipped them, her hands shaking. The water was quickly becoming warm from our foreplay, and she struggled to get them off.
"Wait," I said, holding her hands. "Touch me here," I said, leading them to my chest. I wanted her to feel my heartbeat. How fast it was. How much love I felt for her.
She pressed her palm to my breast before trailing her fingers down to my abs. I groaned, and she wrapped her thighs around me.
"Let's do it right now," she said softly. She took off her panties and helped me with my pants and boxers. I was about to take her on top, but she would be underwater, so we had to compromise.
"You could do me doggy," she said. "Or I could, uhm, sit on you."
"What's more comfortable for you?" I asked, holding her tight to me.
"Either is fine. I, uh…" she kissed my neck softly, whispering, "I just want you."
That set me on fire. I turned her around so suddenly that she splashed and water got outside of the tub. She was on her hands and knees, and her breasts were half-submerged in the water. I got on my own knees and put my hands on her hips, the tip of my cock poking into her.
"S-Sasuke-kun," she moaned. My hands traveled from her hips to her breasts, taking them in my hands before slowly palming each one of them. I kept pushing slowly in her, tantalizing her, and then I felt my whole shaft becoming buried in her warmth.
She moved her hips against me while I thrusted. "Sakura," I moaned. "You're so tight." I held onto her breasts even harder and flicked her nipples.
"Ah—oh, Sasuke-kun," she moaned. Her breathing became heavier and she moved even faster, which meant that was going to cum soon.
"Wait," I said, wanting to make sure I could prolong this as long as I could. We'd never made love in water. The experience was blissful.
"I can't, Sasuke-kun, I think—" she stopped speaking and I pushed into her even harder and faster. I put my hands back on her hips.
"Sakura…" I felt my own climax coming.
Then, Sakura let out a cry of relief, her stickiness oozing all over me. I pulled out, coming on her back. Then, I turned her over, and she put her arms around me and sat on my lap, burying her face in my shoulder.
"I love you," she said. "More than anything."
"Anything?"
"Anything."
I didn't push the topic of my dad anymore. I knew that she loved me, and that was all to it. Sure, she could still ogle guys, but she would always be faithful to me, and that was that.
I sighed in relief, stroking her wet hair. "Let's towel off," I said. "You can borrow some of my clothes."
"I don't think I'll need to," she murmured, her hand trailing down to my cock again. "But maybe later."
I got hard again.
Fuck.
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"You do know that she was trying to seduce you, right?"
"Yeah."
"And…?"
"Well, I'm not going to say I didn't like it."
Slap! "You bastard!"
"Hey, hey! I love you, you know that!"
"That still doesn't give you a right to look at eighteen year old girls like that!"
"She's not eighteen yet!"
Mikoto frowned. "That's even worse!"
Fugaku took her in his arms. "I only love you, okay? Don't worry about it. Plus, I think they're having their own special time upstairs," he said, motioning to the bathroom where the small cries were coming from.
"Only me?"
"Only you."
She hugged him back. "I hate you."
"I know."
fugasaku is weird lol. why the fuck did i write this.
i'm starting to do ooc sasuke...
I NEED TO UDPATE MORE FICS OMG
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