A flashback to last week; back to the incident...
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"Thank you for inviting me over for a movie night with your family, Mrs. Uchiha," Sakura whispered, almost shyly, as she tucked a strand of her long, pink hair behind her ears; that seconds ago had been hanging in front of her eyes. Even though they had been dating for a while now, Sakura still felt slightly intimidated by his family (more so his father than the others); almost as if she still had to prove something to them, his mother included. For Sasuke was without a doubt a "mama's boy" and his mother would constantly doted on her youngest son; as if he was the best thing since sliced bread. Sakura knew that she didn't have a reason to be so shy and conservative around them... they had accepted her into their fold a long ago... but the young teen's insecurities kept her from doing so.
The Uchiha matriarch smiled kindly at her before taking a few steps forward, until she was directly in front of the pinkette, before bringing her in for a small, comforting embrace. Sakura missed the soft smile from her boyfriend as he watched the two women in his life interact from his position in the doorway; his hands were resting in his jeans pockets and his posture was relaxed. "How many times do I have to remind you to call me Mikoto, Sakura." The girl blushed a rosy-red color, across her pale cheeks, and smiled apologetically at the older woman.
"I'm sorry," Sakura huffed out on a breath, with a light chuckle, as she tucked some more strands of hair behind her ears; a nervous habit of hers that she's had since grade school. "Old habits are really hard to break I guess."
His mother only shook her head in amusement before settling into her seat beside her husband; leaving Sakura to take her place next to Sasuke on the large sectional. The pinkette tried to put a respectable amount of distance between them once he sat down (since his parents were in the room) but Sasuke wasn't having it. He placed his arm on the back of the couch and then wrapped his large hand around her shoulder before pulling her to him. She blushed deeper and smacked his arm playfully but he merely smirked at her before turning his attention to the Tv screen. Mikoto had grabbed the remote and after a brief discussion on which movie they should watch, she pressed a few buttons and the movie began to play.
It was only about 20 minutes in, when she felt it—
She felt his eyes upon her; his focus solely on her and not on the movie that they were supposed to be watching with his parents. Sasuke suddenly reached behind them and pulled the large, plush comforter that had been resting on the back of the couch and placed it over both of their laps; thoroughly concealing what he was about to do from his parent's curious gazes.
"She was cold," was his simple response to his father's raised brow and when his parents finally returned their attention to the TV... Sasuke made his move.
She felt his rough fingertips brush the skin of her inner thigh and had to stifle her soft gasp with an even louder sounding cough. When she saw his mother turn and look at her with slight worry; she tried to wave off her concerns by saying that it was just a small tickling in her throat. Luckily for Sakura, Mikoto took it as the truth and smiled at her before turning her attention back to the movie. Sakura tried to push her boyfriend's hand away from her leg but he only laced their fingers together instead; then rested their hands on her bare skin. The heat from their hands was intense and that, combined with the warmth from the blanket, was beginning to make Sakura feel extremely... hot.
She felt warm tingles shoot straight through her feminine core; her inner walls clinched tightly and her breathing had increased significantly when his long digits began to dig into her soft flesh. He pressed his muscular frame against her harder as he massaged her skin; working his way up towards her—
She grabbed her phone, fingers moving expertly against the dully lit screen as she brought his name up before swiftly sending him a message.
What are you doing?
Watching the movie. What does it look like?
You know that's not what I meant, Sasuke!
Hmm... I don't know what you're talking about.
If you keep it up, I'm going to want to —
Sakura felt his fingers pinch the soft flesh close to her sex and shivered; her cheeks turning a bright pink and her heart pounding wildly in her rib cage. She hissed softy through her teeth and her fingers slipped slightly on her phone when he brushed her damp, clothed core. Sakura's body trembled with desire and she felt his hot breath fanning against her neck when he slowly leaned in to give her a light kiss on her heated cheek. Her phone pinged and she looked down to see a new text message from her lover flashing across the screen.
Want to what, Sa-ur-ra?
She wanted to shove him away and pulling him to her at the same time; this man was infuriating at times. He knew how to tease her; that's for sure.
... you know what. You don't even have to ask.
No. You have to spell it out for me, beautiful.
Sakura sighed and bit her lip, glancing up to see if they were being watched, and when she found that they weren't... she ground her curvaceous hips forward slightly; the act causing his fingers to press into her further. She had to bite her lip harder to keep from releasing a pleasured moan, which would have surely drawn the attention of both of his parents.
You're making me... hot, Sasuke. You're making me... needy.
You want me to touch you... right here.
Her boyfriend emphasized his point by pressing the pads of his fingertips against her clothed sex more urgently before he began to then rub at the sensitive, protruding flesh there with somewhat harsh and circular movements. The pinkette was sure she was drawing blood from her poor lip by this point, but even as she grabbed his wrist with her free hand... Sakura didn't try and push him away. Secretly, she was even more turned on by the fact that they could be caught at any moment; the adrenaline from it... was addicting.
With my parents in the room. How very... dirty of you, love. Tsk, what should I do with you now?
She turned slightly to glare at him but her throat ran dry when she saw the wicked gleam in his dark eyes followed by the slow pulling of his lips as he gave her his signature, sexy smirk.
Oh, shut up! I don't mean i want to do it in front of them Sasuke! I meant... like when we go to leave later on. Maybe, when you take me home... we could... I don't know, make a quick stop somewhere or something and then we could...
Their slightly flirtatious texting was interrupted when—
"Is anyone hungry," his mother's soft tone broke the sexual haze and growing tension between them; startling Sakura so much that she almost dropped her phone. She glanced up to see both of his parents watching them rather closely and swallowed harshly as her pulse quickened.
'I wonder how much they saw... I wonder if they know what he's been doing...'
She felt Sasuke's fingers move away from her slowly, and although she was disappointed, she understood. Even still, she felt the need to go to the bathroom and... "take care of things" on her own; since he had left her craving for more. She thought to excuse herself and do just that, until she heard him speak up beside her. "Let us get the snacks, Mom. We will be right back."
Minutes later... after a very mild argument of who would be going to get the snacks... Sakura found herself in their kitchen with her boyfriend; and they were alone.
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She was being lifted (abruptly)onto the Uchiha's kitchen countertop while her boyfriend forcibly shoved his tongue through her parted, plump lips and then down her throat; his hands squeezing her flesh where they were still resting on her shapely hips. Sakura moaned softly and quietly while wrapping her arms around his neck as she pulled him closer; his body fitting perfectly in the gap between her opened legs. She felt his hands move; roaming her willowy frame while his hard length pressed itself firmly against her clothed core. This angle would be perfect for them to—
"Mm," she mumbled as she pushed him away slightly from her; her head coming to rest on the matching upper cabinets while his mouth latched itself onto the smooth, pale skin on her neck. The flesh between Sasuke's smooth lips was coated in his saliva and beginning to turn a deep shade of purple as he worked her skin with a feverish frenzy. The youngest Uchiha ground his thin hips against her core; eliciting more excitement from the pinkette's swollen lips. "Oh god... S-Sasuke..."
"Hmm...," he hummed as he moved to a different (unblemished) part of her and even though the teen had answered... Sakura knew that Sasuke wasn't truly paying attention; he was otherwise... preoccupied... and his brain was elsewhere.
"S-Sasuke...," Sakura tried again as she reached up to pull on the thick strands of his black hair gently. Her boyfriend finally obliged and released the suction-like grip that he had previously had on her flesh before looking at her with a heated, lustful gaze.
"What, beautiful?" His voice was thick and deep with desire and she watched as his damp tongue darted out slowly to lick at his lips. Sakura knew that Sasuke was waiting (impatiently) for her to give him permission to continue; but she had a few concerns that she needed to voice to him before things... escalated any further.
"C-can we take this elsewhere p-please? I mean, y-your parents are..."
"They are both in the living room," he huffed as his hands moved to rest on her parted thighs; his fingertips dancing around the rough fabric of her shorts; which made her breath catch in the back of her throat. It was her turn to lick her suddenly dry lips and she didn't miss the way his dark eyes followed the movement. "They won't know."
"Yeah, that may be, but they could still walk in at any minute and spot us, Sasuke." Sakura bit her bottom lip gentle and watched as her boyfriend's gaze followed the movement; his eyes darkening further.
"My Mom and Dad won't know anything about it; if you can keep it down that is." The knowing and mischievous smirk on his thin lips only lasted for a moment before he was pulling her against him once more; his lips furiously attacking her mouth. Sakura couldn't help but sigh; being pulled in by his strong masculine presence, (his dominant nature a huge turn on for the young woman) and she felt her worries and fears about being caught slowly slip away when Sasuke began to grind his hardened shaft against her more urgently... and roughly.
Sakura pulled away from his lips to try and catch her breath; allowing her fingers the opportunity to wander and explore her lover with slow and tantalizing strokes.
She moved in a downwards motion between their bodies...
... past his clothed, muscular chest...
... moving even lower still...
... until she reached the small metal zipper on his jeans.
She heard a very low and approving grunt come from the young male as she slowly began to drag the small object down. Sakura felt her heart beat even faster as she reached into the large gap before pulling his thick, hardened manhood from the restricting fabric. As her small hand wrapped around his thick shaft... she felt his fingers brush against her dripping sex; as he had successfully navigated his way past her protective layering and reached her womanhood with a practiced ease that came to Sasuke almost as easily as breathing did.
"O-oh... fuck," Sakura hissed lowly between her teeth and unintentionally thrust her hips forward in an attempt to push his long, searching fingers into her wet, aching heat. "Oh my... S-Sasuke... p-please..."
"Are you ready for me, beautiful?"
Sasuke knew the answer and she knew that he did; but her boyfriend asked irregardless and she opened her eyes to stare into the dark abyss that was uniquely his own. She nodded her head once and he pulled the thin fabric of her shorts and panties up and then to the side; exposing her hot sex to the cool kitchen air, which caused the poor girl to shiver.
"Remember to keep it down, love. Okay?" Again, Sakura chose to simply nod her head and slowly, with each other's help, they guided his shaft to her opening. The initial penetration (for Sakura) was agonizingly slow; while Sasuke attempted to set a more relaxed pace in the beginning. He was trying to settle for keeping things as quiet as possible (for fear of alerting his parents to their wanton encounter) and knew that to do so, he would have to be careful and calculated with his movements; but unfortunately, like with most of their couplings, the slowly set pace soon turned from one of simple leisure to that of a powerful and unforgiving one.
Sakura gasped sharply and wrapped her arms once again around her lover's neck as he thrust repeatedly and wildly into her tight heat. Their foreheads came to rest upon one another's and their heated gazes locked as their bodies rocked in sync with each other. One particularly harsh thrust caused the head of Sasuke's cock to hit the most sensitive spot in her womanhood and the pinkette couldn't stop the loud moan that she released as pleasure coursed through her veins. Sasuke's large hand instantly came up from its place on her hip to clamped over her mouth and his eyes blazed with a renewed fire as his other hand gripped the other side of her hip tighter.
"I thought I told you to be quiet, love... or could it be that my little minx wants to get caught?" She shook her head desperately in the negative as he continued to thrust into her tight heat with great force; causing the upper and lower cabinets, plus the dishes, to rattle noisily. She was afraid that her boyfriend might stop altogether and leave her unsatisfied; it wouldn't be the first time that had occurred, and she always hated when he did so. "Then I suggest you keep it down or we will have to save this little pleasure for another time. Understand?"
"Hmm...ugh...ahh..." She attempted to respond to him but with his hand still covering her mouth, Sakura couldn't formulate a proper response. His movements increased tenfold (in both speed and roughness) and he made sure to press the tip of his manhood against that particularly sensitive spot within her over and over again. She moaned beneath his palm as her hips rocked forward, to the best of their abilities against his, while her eyes practically rolling to the back of her skull as he pressed her back into the hard wood.
Thrust... thrust... THRUST...
Soon, Sakura found her inner walls clinching and she closed her eyes tightly as she felt the strong wave of pleasure racing through her; right before hot liquid began to seep from her core and past his cock so that it dripped along her inner thighs. She moaned deeply against his palm and he let out a low groan when he felt her slick walls hold his length tightly within her; constricting the thick appendage like a vice. When Sakura opened her eyes, she did so in time to see Sasuke clamping his teeth together harshly. His face was twisted with his own pleasure while his thrusting became erratic; frantic as he desperately searched for his own release. It was only seconds later when she felt his bulbous tip release hot spurts of his thick, sticky substance deep within her core before his movements finally slowed, then came to a gentle stop altogether; leaving them both breathless and completely satisfied.
The couple stayed like that for just a little while before Sasuke slowly began to remove his now flaccid cock from her core; giving her a loving and tender kiss on her swollen lips in the process before he then moved away from her completely. Sakura shivered when his length exited her heat; the empty feeling wasn't particularly unpleasant and she was completely and utterly satisfied. So, the young teen relaxed her back and shoulders, allowing them to rest against the cabinets, while she watched Sasuke move about the kitchen with a tired and lazy expression. Within a minute he was back at her side, having already cleaned himself off, he helped her do the same with a gentle and affectionate hand. The pinkette then adjusted her clothing back to its original position and pulled Sasuke in for an impassioned (though less exuberant) kiss.
Hearing someone clear their throat loudly behind them caused the young woman to practically jump out of her skin; and she swiftly pulled away from her lover's lips to turn in the direction that the sound had come from. Her eyes grew wide with terror as her boyfriend's father stood in the kitchen's doorway; his thick arms were crossed and his narrowed gaze was upon them, watching them closely. She gulped as Sasuke helped her to her feet, from where she still remained seated on the countertop, and Sakura tucked her pink hair behind her ears repeatedly while biting her bottom lip nervously.
She had completely forgotten to hide the darkly colored hickeys, and they didn't go unnoticed by the patriarch whose dark gaze narrowed even further.
'Did he see what we just did? Oh no! His parents are never, EVER going to allow me to come visit them again... I've corrupted their youngest child into being a complete pervert! It was my idea to do this; wasn't it? At least I think that it was... this time around anyway.'
Sakura waited anxiously at Sasuke side while he held his father's stern gaze with an equally stoic expression; like father like son. He pulled her to his side in an attempt to comfort her and they simply waited.
For the young woman, mere seconds seemed like hours before he finally spoke.
"Your mother was wondering what was taking you two so long to get the snacks. I see you must have gotten... distracted," there was a hint of bite in his tone that made Sakura feel uneasy. "Run along now then, I will fetch them. Mikoto wants to finish the movie."
They waisted zero time in scurrying past the dark and imposing man and Sakura vowed then and there to never do this sort of thing again... not when his father was home that is.
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"Mikoto, I think that we need to have a little talk. I saw something today that we need to discuss." Fugaku's deep, emotionless voice penetrated her concentration, and she looked up from the cake that she was currently covering in a thick layer of icing to meet the stern dark orbs of her husband. She knew that even though he sounded as if he was uncaring and unemotional, that deep down he was a very sensitive and carrying man; he just didn't show it very often, which was typical of the Uchiha males. So, when the normally stoic man wanted to discuss something, Mikoto knew that he meant business.
"What's it about, dear?" She placed the piping bag that she had been using on top of the island and walked towards him before stopping; leaving only a few inches between them as she reached him. Her dark irises filled with worry when she watched his face change into one of concern.
"It's about... Sasuke..."
"What's happened to him, Fugaku? Is he...?" Her heart was beginning to race and she was about to run out of the room to find her youngest son when her husband stopped her with a large but gentle hand that he placed onto her shoulder.
"It's about Sasuke yes; but it's also about... his girlfriend, Sakura."
Her eyes widened in realization and a light blush dusted her cheeks when she recognized what it was that he was referring to. Earlier today... in their kitchen... where her youngest son and his girlfriend were—
"Oh dear, try not to worry too much about them. They are just young after all and..."
"You can't be suggesting, Mikoto, that what they were doing was... appropriate... and acceptable." He sounded repulsed by the very thought of her accepting their behavior and she watched as his face turn sour. Mikoto quickly tried to backtrack, placing a warm, calming hand upon his chest as she shook her head no; desperate for him to understand that wasn't what she meant at all. She needed to find a better way to explain it to him—
"Well, no dear, I don't. It's just that..."
"I want them to see someone about it. This whole situation is getting out of hand at this point. First, Shisui caught them in the park. Then there was that one time in the..."
"Alright," she sighed. Mikoto really didn't want a recap of her youngest child's sexual encounters; the matriarch could have lived her entire lifetime without knowing anything about the subject, and would have been perfectly content to do so. She looked up into her husband's dark gaze and held it while continuing. "What do you suggest we do then, dear?"
Her husband pulled the hand, that he had been hiding, from behind his back and then held what appeared to be a small pamphlet out to his wife. After taking it from his outstretched hand and then reading the front cover; she met his gaze once more. "You want them... to go and see a... therapist?"
"Precisely." He nodded his head in the affirmative and tapped the largely printed name that was on the very top of the paper with the tip of his index finger. "This one... apparently she's the best in the business from what I've been told. She has all sorts of really good recommendations AND has successfully sorted out all kinds of people."
"But isn't this a bit much... I mean they are just a couple of young people and they want to explore themselves a little. Shouldn't we just let them be? I mean don't you remember when we were young like them, dear." She watched as the thick vein in her husband's temple began to twitch; his jaw tightened significantly as his gaze hardened. He was displeased with his wife's protest; he had to admit he thought she would be easily drawing the same conclusions as he... but he guessed he was wrong.
"We weren't as... excitable... as they are, Mikoto."
The black-haired woman sighed before shaking her head; her lips pulling down into a frown. "If you feel this strongly about it... then alright. I will stand by your decisions, my love. But... let's at least talk to Sakura's parents first and see what they think, alright?"
He pulled his wife to him and gave her a gentle, lingering hug; silently thanking her for standing by him; even if she didn't feel as strongly as he did about the matter at hand. When Fugaku released her, he took a small step back but kept a large hand firmly on her thin waist to give it a light squeeze.
"Hn. Fine, I guess. Go ahead and call them then. Set something up so we can meet them as soon as possible. Because the sooner we get this little problem sorted out... the better off we will all be."
She gave her husband a warm smile. "Alright, dear. I will call them now."
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Sasuke stepped into his home when he got back from dropping Sakura off at her house (after having taken her out for their weekly date night only a few hours prior) and felt as if something wasn't quite... right. Yes, something definitely seemed to be off as soon as he walked into the darkly lit hallway and when he moved into the living room only moments later, he was suddenly struck with an understanding of where exactly this odd feeling was coming from. It was a weird sight to behold for sure that greeted him and everyone's eyes seemed to be focused upon him as he entered the room; giving the young man a sinking feeling in his gut as he stared at them all with a wary and mistrustful expression.
Mother and Father sat, side by side, on the love seat and he watched as the matriarch worrying her hands in her lap while his father had his arms crossed over his chest; a dark expression pulling his features into a deep scowl. What surprised him most however, was the sight of his one and only brother sitting in the rocking chair directly next to their fireplace with his hands steepled in front of him and a blank expression on his face. His older brother was currently supposed to be on vacation... so then, why was he home early? Had something happened—
"Brother, you're home early." Itachi merely smiled at him lovingly and opened his mouth, as if he was going to speak; but was quickly interrupted by the deeper and very angry voice of their father.
"Sit, Sasuke." His father's rough voice had caught his attention and feeling a sudden urge to protest against the commanding tone, Sasuke turned to meet his father's dark gaze, but thought better of it and unenthusiastically complied; though his own expression showed his displeasure at being talked to in such a way; as if he was an animal. He sat down across from his parents on the only available seat left; the sectional.
"What is this about?" Sasuke's gaze shifted from person to person before they settled on the older man once more.
"You."
Sasuke had to blink several times before—
"Uh, okay?" He glanced around the room once; noting his father's face was stern, his brothers were neutral, and his mother's was apologetic. His dark brows pulled down as his confusion only grew.
"It's about you and Sakura," his mother clarified and her husband only nodded his head once in agreement.
Hearing her name caused his heart to beat just a little bit faster and his insides twist with an anxious energy. Even though Sasuke had just seen her... he was already missing her.
He missed her smile...
... he missed her warmth...
... he missed—
'Focus Sasuke. This is important.'
"What about us," he asked as he leaned slightly forward in his seat; his elbows coming to rest against his clothed knees.
"To be frank with you, we think that you two are spending a little too much time together, son."
"What!?" They better not be insinuating that he break up with her; he would flat out refuse... even if it would be to please his family. His fist formed into tightly compact balls at his sides and his eyes narrowed as he looked at each of his family members with contempt and irritation before his gaze settled on his fathers who seemed to be completely unfazed by his sons show of anger. "What is that supposed to mean," he practically growled.
"We think that you need some time apart to..."
"That's not going to happen." He stood as anger coursed through his veins; his heart thrumming wildly in his chest as his blood began to boil.
'You don't get it; none of you do! I love her... but how can I make you understand?'
"I said to sit down, Sasuke." It took him all of two seconds to decide against angering his old man further and he complied once again; though he did so in a manner that was less than proper just to irritate his parents, because he was raised to be anything but. "Now, we know that you won't break off things with her..."
"You've got that right," he couldn't help but shout out as he crossed his arms over his chest like an immature child; his gaze shifting to the side to avoid looking at the Uchiha patriarch. Sasuke heard his mother sigh despondently and felt a small lump of guilt form in the back of his throat. He really hated upsetting his mother, but—
"Sasuke, please just listen to what your father is trying to say," his mother's voice sounded tired as she addressed him. "We are only doing this... because we love you and Sakura. We want what we feel is best for the both of you." He couldn't help but feel bitter and lashed out accordingly.
"How would you know what's best for us when you aren't even a part of our relationship?"
Itachi made a sound in the back of his throat and gave his brother a pointed look. "That's a pretty low blow; even for you, brother."
Sasuke sighed and rubbed his hands down the length of his face when he saw the tears in his mother's eyes. "That's not what I meant. I just... I'm sorry, Mom. I... I didn't mean it that way."
Mikoto gave him a soft smile and reached out to grasp his hand within hers and he allowed her to do so. It was a means of appeasing his mother more than anything because the young man really hadn't intended to hurt her feelings with his harsh choice of words.
"My point is," his father continued; though there was an extra edge to his tone now and Sasuke figured that it probably had something to do with what had just occurred between the members of his family. "We feel you need to talk to someone about your... problems." Sasuke sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Sakura and I don't have any problems. We get along just fine; we don't need to talk to anybody."
"Maybe it's not the kind of problem you think...," Itachi suggested as he leaned back in his seat; the chair beginning its back-and-forth motion as a small creaking sound could be heard from the aged wood.
"... then what is it?" He was thoroughly confused at this point and simply ready to go to bed since he had to get up early for school the next day.
"For one son, we think that you two are having too much sex." Sasuke couldn't stop his cheeks from blooming a deep shade of pink; from the base of his neck and all the way up to the tips of his ears.
"Oh..."
"Hn," his father handed him a small pamphlet and Sasuke looked at the cover with a look of complete horror. When his eyes met his parents once more his father continued. "You two will be seeing a therapist this Saturday. Be prepared." Sasuke's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for several minutes as he tried to process what he had just heard.
'Are they serious?'
"... do we have a say in this decision at all?"
"No."
The word was final and Sasuke quickly excused himself before making his way back to his room. He couldn't believe this; he was being forced to see a therapist all because his parents thought he was having too much... sex with his girlfriend. 'Damn, I have to tell Sakura about—'
His phone began to buzz in his pocket; indicating an incoming text message and when he read the name that flashed across his screen, it gave him a warm sense of calm... that is until he read her message.
9-1-1. Call me ASAP!
'Sakura must know about it already as well then; I guess her parents must have told her about this... unfortunate event. I wonder if our parents discussed this or if—'
As Sasuke threw his dirty shirt and pants into his clothes basket, then pulled on a loosely fitting pair of shorts as he prepared to call his girlfriend, the only thought still remaining in his mind and the only thing that he could think of in that moment was—
'Fuck me...'
Author's Notes:
If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.
