"Well, I…"
"Sakura, honey," her mother called loudly from beyond her bedroom door. "Are you awake, dear? We need to talk." A soft knocking on her bedroom door could be heard after that. The pinkette's green eyes had widened at the same time as her lover's did when they heard the older woman's voice.
'Mother? What the fuck could she possibly want at this late hour?'
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"Uh, just a second," Sakura called as Sasuke stood quickly and helped her to her feet. The door knob rattled and her viridescent eyes grew wide as she met her fiancé's hard stare; his hands quickly securing his underwear and pants back in place, before he helped her do the same. Sasuke leaned in and planted a soft kiss to her temple before his hot breath fanned against her ear and neck.
"I'll text you when I get home. Call me if you need me," he whispered and she nodded her head before watching him walk back to the window's ledge, then he slipped beyond its threshold and out of sight. She let out a soft, steadying breath before walking back (on slightly shaky legs still) to her bedroom door before switching the locking mechanism and opening it. Sakura watched on silently as her mother scanned the room slowly before she plastered a soft smile upon her lips and looked back at her daughter.
"Did you need something...," Sakura asked, lifting a brow. "It's kind of late and I was hoping to get to bed early." Her mother seemed to contemplate something before shaking her head.
"Oh, never mind then. It can wait until tomorrow. Goodnight sweetie."
'Sure it can. I bet you just wanted to check on me… and see if he was here. Could you hear us?'
She said a quick goodnight before closing the door again. The pinkette then staggered to her bed, feeling exhausted from tonight's events before grabbing her phone from the bedside table. The screen remained blank, with a picture of her and Sasuke staring back at her. She sighed before placing it against her stomach and her eyes slowly began to close; sleep finally taking over her consciousness.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Sakura was startled awake the next morning by her alarm and sat up abruptly, accidentally throwing her cellphone to the floor in the process.
"Fucking shit," she cursed before reaching down to pick it up. She noticed that the screen still indicated no new text messages and she began to worry. 'Sasuke said he would text me… did he not make it home last night?' She swiped her fingertips across the screen and scrolled through her contacts until she came across his name. She hit the call button quickly before bringing it up to her ear. Her fingers began to drum on her thigh as she waited. A few seconds later, she heard the telling sounds of the receiver before a rough, groggy hello sounded on the other side. She sighed in relief.
"Sasuke, I was so worried. I fell asleep, but you didn't text me to let me know you made it home safely." Sakura could hear ruffling and shuffling on the other end and then a huff. She could only assume he was probably sitting up in bed and running a hand through his messy locks. Sakura had learned very quickly that Sasuke wasn't always a morning person, so she gave him a minute before continuing. "After last night… I didn't know if, well…"
"I'm sorry that I didn't text you, beautiful. When I got home, I had a disagreement with my father and completely forgot by the time it was done. I didn't mean to worry you."
"It's okay," she said softly, pausing to bite at her bottom lip before continuing. "I'm just glad you're safe. Do you want to talk about it? The fight, I mean."
"No. I would rather forget it even happened to be honest." She felt her heart sink at this, but tried not to let it show in her voice when she responded. She had a feeling that she knew what it was about and if she was correct—
"That's okay. If you do, you know I'm here to listen. Do you want to go with me and get some coffee before we go to class this morning?"
"Not this morning, Sakura, but thanks. I still need to get up and get ready."
"I woke you up, didn't I?"
"..."
She giggled and rolled her eyes. "Okay. I guess that I'll see you at school then, babe."
"See you there. I love you."
She couldn't help, but smile. "I love you too."
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After school that day, she went straight home.
Sakura sat on the barstool in her parent's kitchen, working on her homework when her father came into the room. Her head tilted up just slightly and she gave him a gentle smile before looking down again to continue her work, but when he still stood there after a few moments, without saying a single word to her, she felt the need to look up again with a small crease in her brows. "Um, father? Are you..."
Her mouth clamped tightly shut and she swallowed slowly. The look on her father's face caused her poor stomach to coil with anxiety and her hands began to shake so much that she had to put her pencil down for fear of dropping it. Her palms began to sweat and her heart began to pound loudly in her eardrums. "Father...," she prodded again and finally he moved. But, to her embarrassment (and fear) he placed something on the table in front of her; a small stick she recognized instantly. 'Where did he find this? I thought I hid it so well. Shit! What do I do?'
"Want to explain this to me, Sakura," he questioned while folding his arms across the span of his chest. His tone was level, even, almost calm, and it scared her even more than it would have if he had raised his voice to yell at her.
The teen couldn't find it in herself to meet his gaze, so she chose instead to keep her eyes focused on the floor by her feet, the corner of her eyes beginning to well up with tears. "I'm sorry, father. I don't know what to say other than that."
"How long have you known about this?"
Sakura swallows past her sham to answer him. "Only a few weeks, give or take."
"How far along are you?"
She swallowed again as the tears began to fall down her cheeks to land in her lap. "I think around twelve weeks…"
There was a long, awkward pause and then she heard him sigh. "Why didn't you tell us? I thought that we were closer than that, Sakura." She started to full-on cry at this point and placed her hands over her eyes while sobs began to rack her tiny frame.
"I'm sorry, father. I'm so sorry," she began to repeat, over and over again, while her body shook from the force of her sorrows. She was expecting him to yell, scream... anything along those lines, but he didn't. Instead, he moved around the counter and stood beside her for a brief second, before his strong arms wrapped securely around her body.
Her eyes went wide behind her hands as he used one of his to guide her head to his chest, pulling her into a tight and surprisingly warm embrace. Her tiny hands moved to clutch at his shirt and she let her tears fall then in earnest. He hushed her with a soothing tone. "Shh, it's going to be alright, honey. I'm going to be here for you, always." After a minute she thanked him softly before pulling away. "So, I have to ask. Does Sasuke know?" She nodded and so did he. "I see."
She wiped at her tears and looked up at him. "Does mom know about it?"
"No," he said with a shake of his head. "I was going to ask you first and then let you tell her later on."
"Oh…"
"But...," he said with a small, kind smile. "I will be there for you when you do. Don't worry about it too much, she might not be happy at first, but she will be in the end. She loves you and just wants what's best for you and for Sasuke. We all do."
"I know, but it just seems like you're all against us."
"That's not true at all, Sakura. It's just that… well, you are both still so young. You have your whole lives ahead of you. We just wanted you to be sure of your decision to be together, forever. Not based on lust or teenage hormones. Because let's face it, forever is a very, very long time."
Sakura chuckled softly at her father's jab and for the first time, a smile tugged at her lips. "I know you think we are young, but we truly do love each other. I don't want to be with anyone else. I love him, father. I really, really do."
"I can see that. Don't worry, the others will come around. But you can't keep this secret forever, okay. They deserve to know. I won't say anything unless I feel the need to do so. I will support you, always."
"Thank you, father."
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That evening after dinner was finished, Sakura ran straight up to her bedroom and locked the door behind her, before flopping onto her mattress. She unlocked her phone and scrolled down to her contacts before sending her fiancé a quick message.
Ready?
Absolutely, I've been waiting on you, my love. What took you so long.
Sakura smiled and rolled her eyes before propping herself up onto her pillows. She then scrolled a little longer before pushing a few more buttons on the screen. Seconds later, Sasuke's handsome face came into view and she saw that a slight smirk was already resting upon his thin lips.
She couldn't stop the soft blush from staining her cheeks and she averted her eyes for a second while tucking her pink-hair behind her ears. "What is it," she asked, but he remained silent. Sakura began to feel nervous for some reason and her blush darkened. "What is it, babe? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Sasuke chuckled and leaned back slightly. "It's nothing really. You're just so beautiful. You're glowing, Sakura." A jab at her current skin color, or perhaps… something else.
Her blush darkened and she laughed nervously. "Oh, stop it. Look at what you're doing to me."
"It's true, my love. You're always beautiful. But somehow... knowing that you are carrying my baby in your belly... you are just exquisite to me." The pinkette felt her heart sing at his praise and relaxed against her own makeshift seat.
"Thank you, Sasuke. But, speaking of the baby… I have to tell you something." His expression instantly shifted to one of complete seriousness and his brows knitted together in concern.
"What is it? What happened? Are you feeling okay? Is the baby okay? Do I need to take you to the doctor to get checked out?"
"No, no. I'm fine. We are both fine. It's just that…"
"Sakura?"
"My father knows. About the baby."
A few minutes later…
"Sasuke?"
She thought that the connection was somehow lost when he suddenly froze, but then she noticed him blink and her heart began to relax once again. "Hey, it's okay, you know. He isn't mad or anything. Actually, on the contrary, I think that he's excited to become a grandpa." Sasuke seemed to come to life at this and scoffed before shaking his head. His dark locks fell across his left eye and Sakura found the look to be rather sex, although she made sure to keep that thought to herself. Now, was certainly not the time for that sort of discussion.
"Really, he is," her lover asked; his doubt clearly evident in his expression and tone. She nodded her head once and then proceeded to go into some of the details from her conversation with her father.
"... and that's what happened."
He was silent for a moment, contemplative almost, before he responded with a harsh sigh. "He's right, you know. We have to tell them all eventually." She gave him a soft pout.
"I know, but does it have to be soon?"
"Probably, love. We can't wait until you're showing. The longer we wait, the worse it will be I think for them once they do find out. It's better to get it over with."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
She bit her lip as anxiety once again grew in the pit of her stomach. 'I know he's right, but I am so scared to tell them. Especially mom.'
Sensing her unease, Sasuke adjusted his camera and let his expression soften. "So, love. What are you wearing?"
'Seriously!? The audacity of this man.'
She rolled her eyes and sent him a quick farewell before hanging up and getting off her mattress to get ready for bed. Her night was restless as worry still followed her, even in sleep.
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It was a few days later when Sasuke came knocking at her door and she opened it with a warm and loving smile upon her mouth as he leaned in, and then down, to peck her on the plump flesh of her cheeks. "How are you feeling today, my love," he asked her while one of her hands came up to grasp onto his a little too tightly as she pulled him through the front door's thresholds.
Sasuke squeezed it reassuringly while her mother walked past them slowly in the background, eyeing them both just a little too closely for their comfort. "I'm fine, I guess. I'm just really glad that you came. I was afraid I would have to deal with them on my own," she whispered against his ear before he pulled away with a small smile; the one reserved only for her. He prodded her forehead teasingly with two of his fingers and she gave him a slight frown.
"It's your family."
She made a sound in the back of her throat and rolled her eyes at him, her lips pulling into a pout in the process. "I know that. But that doesn't mean I like these stupid family functions my mom puts on. I would rather have stuck with our original plans and gone to the movies instead."
"We can still go but maybe later. Right now though, I think we need to go and sit down before your mom comes back to check on us. I love your dress by the way," he pressed when she turned her back to him to drag him to the dining room behind her; his gaze moving to the curves of her ass as it swayed with her hips. "It really shows off your figure nicely, beautiful. Makes me hungry for something else."
She gave him a playful smirk over her shoulder with a wink and swayed her hips just a little more, causing her lover to smile at her antics.
'Dinner could be interesting.'
Twenty minutes later and Sakura was just about ready to burst. The growing ache between her legs had intensified and she was trying her best to casually adjust her position, but nothing was helping. She needed him, she needed her fiancé, and she needed him now. Sakura reached into the small pocket at her side and pulled out her phone, sending a sideways glance to her mother (who was thankfully too occupied talking to her aunts to notice) before sending a quick message to her fiancé, who sat to her left.
I want to leave… now.
She watched his lips twitch as he continued to chew on his food before his right thumb moved swiftly across his own phone's screen. Her phone vibrated a second after.
Why? I'm having so much fun.
YEAH, TEASING ME!
Come on, you know you're enjoying it.
Of course, I am, that's why I want to leave. I want you.
Sakura watched his dark eyes shift around the room from the corner of her eye, before he began to type again. His head bent low, shielding his face from her view.
Do you trust me?
Of course, why would you ask that?
Pull the table cloth up over your lap and lift your dress up past your knees.
Why?
You should know. I'll wait.
He placed his phone back in his pocket, effectively cutting off their conversation and Sakura did the same with a soft huff. She bit her bottom lip and looked around the room, before slowly complying to his command; first with the blue table cloth, then with her dress.
Then she waited.
And waited.
And waited some more, until—
The young woman had to bite the inside of her cheek hard in order to stifle a surprise gasp that threatened to escape her when she felt a cool, but rough, finger brush the inside of her kneecap. She tilted her head slightly to gaze at him, but his hair was still shielding him and he continued to eat with his right hand, seemingly unfazed.
Then, it moved up.
Past her knee…
… past her inner thigh…
… before making a beeline to her clothed, damp core.
"Shit…," she hissed and the whole table became silent, all eyes were now on her. She let out a nervous giggle, while Sasuke's fingers continued to move, rubbing and pressing between her lower lips… pushing the warm and wet fabric between them as he prodded at her entrance. "S-sorry, the f-food… oh… i-it's hot."
Sakura blushed profusely as everyone looked at her with confusion. Her mother glared at her (then Sasuke) before turning back to her aunts; conversations resumed. Sakura was so embarrassed, but desire was still coursing heavily in her veins as Sasuke moved his thumb against her clit in small, lazy circles. Her grip on her fork only tightened, her lips parting to let small pants loose and her eyes closed for a second, enjoying the feel of his experienced hand.
'How can I let him do this while my family is here? How is this even remotely okay? It's not. That's what makes it so exciting… the thrill of getting caught maybe? Fuck it. He is so damn good at it! But two can play this game. Get ready Sasuke because payback is a bitch.'
Sakura spread her legs slightly, giving him more access to her dripping cunt while she leaned further back in her seat. Her mother would have a few choice words if she noticed her posture, but at the moment, Sakura didn't give a crap. She eyes the room slowly, noticing that nobody is looking at her any longer, before causally passing her fork to her other hand, leaving her right one free now to… explore.
She slips a piece of chicken into her mouth, while moving her hand to her fiancé's thigh. She doesn't see it, but she can feel him tense beside her as she traces her fingertips against the fabric of his pants in random patterns. He tries to adjust, move away, but it doesn't help. There isn't much room on these chairs for that and so she easily maneuvers her digits to the slight bulge at the apex of his thighs. She can hear him nearly choke on his drink before her cousin gives him a gentle pat on the back. He thanks him and the two exchange a few more pleasantries, before resuming with the meal.
Sakura smirks, but then it's her turn to nearly choke as he suddenly removes his hand from her core, only to move it back as he rips her panties to the side and then plunges two of his fingers into her cunt. He begins to scissor them almost immediately, while his thumb moves to her clit once again, rubbing vigorously this time.
When his skin meets hers, she can feel her teeth puncture the inside of her mouth; blood filling her cheek as she tries to silence her sounds completely. She forces herself not to thrust and focuses on her own hand as it moves to cup his cock.
Up and down, she rubs him and Sasuke pumps; the couple maintain their calm outward appearance the best that they can as they bring each other to climax. Sakura is first, her hand flexing against his clothed cock before her nails dug into the fabric. Warm fluid seeps from her core, dampening the fabric of her red dress and she fights a moan by taking a large bite of her bread, using that as her excuse for such a pleasurable sound coming from her lips, in case anyone else had heard it.
Her tiny hand began to pick up its pace, quickly jerking her lover to completion, and the only indicator that he actually had come was the soft grunt, slight jerking of his hips, and a little damp spot that was forming at the front of his pants.
They exchange a quick look, before retracting their hands. Both of them took just a few seconds to catch their breaths and were thankful, after a quick and casual glance around the room, that it seemed as if nobody had even noticed.
The evening continued on in relative silence until Sakura's aunt turned to them both with a kind smile. "So, you two… how is therapy going?"
'Therapy? How does she know about that? What the fu—'
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