Chapter 30. The Bad
"Tears, pain, anger, heartache…we see these things as bad."
|3rd Person|
After a silent breakfast, the Yamanakas returned to their rooms to do whatever pleased them, but not before Ino put a kettle on the stove to boil.
Sometime later, Sai returned downstairs and made himself a cup of coffee before taking a seat at the dining room table with today's paper in hand. He braced himself when he heard heavy footsteps thudding down the stairs, and soon after the dining room door flew open.
"It was you." Inojin slammed his hands down on the table, "You're the one who told the police about Kū and the others. That's why they raided him."
"I did no such thing." Sai calmly replied, sparing him a single glance before returning his eyes to the newspaper he was reading.
Inojin snatched the article out of his hands and tossed it aside, "Two of Kū's brothers died! Are you really so heartless that you can get people killed and not even blink an eye?!"
"Inojin? Sai-kun?" Ino called from the top of the stairs, "What's going on?"
She wanted so desperately to head downstairs and stop the two from arguing but recalled Sai's words to her once they had returned to their room after breakfast.
"I'm gonna go to the dining room in thirty minutes, and I'm gonna make it obvious that I'm the only one there." Sai had told her, "Inojin's got a lot to say to me, but he's been holding it back because of you so no matter what you hear, don't come downstairs. This is between us."
"Then again, you gave up parental rights to your kid before it was even born, so I shouldn't be surprised." Inojin spat bitterly, ignoring Ino's call.
Sai's eyebrow twitched but he managed to smoothly stand up from the table and go to the kitchen, and Inojin followed after him, growing angrier by the second.
"Well?!" Inojin shouted as Sai washed his mug and set it on the drying rack, "Aren't you gonna say anything?!"
"What do you want to hear, Inojin?" Sai asked as he turned around to face his son, "I told you I had nothing to do with that raid, but you won't take no for an answer."
"Why should I trust you after everything you've done?" Inojin fumed, grabbing his father by his collar, "You're a liar!"
Sai stared down at him, "That makes two of us."
"What are you talking about?" Inojin coldly replied, his eyes narrowing.
"Those times when you told your mother you were going out to cool your head, how many of those did you spend shooting up?" Sai pushed Inojin's hand down, "Or being Kū's drug mule?"
"Fuck you." Inojin immediately fired back, "Sure, I lied to Ka-san about what I was doing a couple times, but at least I didn't cheat on her and then hurt her for asking about it."
Sai slowly nodded his head, his eyes widening, "So that's what this is about."
The kettle on the stove began to sing.
"Don't fucking say that like you've got me figured out." Inojin shoved him in his chest, "I came down here to get you to admit that you killed Kū's siblings, but since you're so full of shit that you can't tell me the truth, I'll come for you for what I do know."
"You're a terrible father, and a terrible husband." Inojin continued, "You cheated on your longtime wife of sixteen years, got your side chick pregnant, beat your wife for daring to have some self-respect, and then told your side chick to fuck off once she gave birth."
"…Anything else?" Sai questioned once he thought Inojin was done.
A quick jab to the mouth had Sai tasting blood, but after rubbing his jaw, he remained steadfast in his regard of Inojin.
"Fight me." Inojin said as he stepped back, presumably giving Sai room to get into position.
Sai shook his head, "I'm not going to fight my son."
"So hitting women is fine but another man is where you draw the line?" Inojin snapped, lifting his fists up, "Bullshit. Show me what you can do."
Sai spread his hands, "If hitting me will give you the relief you need, then hit me as much as you like. I'm not going to fight you, Inojin."
"Why not?!" Inojin curled his fists up tight before punching his father in the stomach.
"Because…" Sai doubled over as he heaved and gasped for air, "I love you…"
At those words, Inojin felt a twinge of guilt at having hit his father so hard, but he quickly reminded himself of all that Sai had done before this moment and cleared his heart of any remorse.
"You're lying." Inojin brought his elbow down on his back, "Ka-san may fall for that, but I won't."
Inojin's voice had considerably lowered from the shout before, but the fury in his voice remained.
Sai dropped to the floor at the sharp elbow attack and rasped out, "I'm not…I love you both…"
"Oh yeah?" Inojin kicked him in his side, "And what about your child that you gave up? I guess your love ran out for them, huh?"
Sai groaned, unable to speak due to the searing pain, and Inojin kicked him again before stomping on his back.
"Carmen gave birth a while back, right?" Inojin asked rhetorically, continuing to stomp, "Do you even know if it's a boy or a girl? Do you even know their name?"
"Inojin, stop!" Ino yelled in horror from the kitchen doorway, and quickly ran inside and knelt beside Sai.
Clicking his tongue, Inojin stepped back and watched as Ino tended to Sai, helping him sit up before lifting a concerned hand to Sai's now swollen mouth. The vein in Inojin's forehead tightened as he watched on, and he turned away, ready to head back to his room.
"…died." Sai coughed out, and Inojin turned back to him.
Despite Ino's hand on Sai's chest and her whispers for him to relax and breathe, Sai used the little strength he had to lift his head up and looked Inojin square in the face before repeating himself.
"The baby died." Sai gasped, "Came out…not breathing. The doctors did…everything they…could but…"
Sai trailed off and took another deep breath as Inojin processed his words. He'd been wondering why there hadn't been any mention of the baby for the past month, and while this certainly explained it, it also upset him in a way he couldn't put into words. Unable to express himself, he turned to the only emotion that never failed him: anger.
"Ka-san, did you know?" Inojin's voice was deathly quiet as he turned to his mother.
Ino nodded but wouldn't meet his eyes, and Inojin chuckled weakly as he took a step back.
"That's it then?" Inojin held a hand to his head and laughed, "The baby dies, the mistress disappears, and the Yamanaka family's back to normal, right?"
Neither of his parents answered him and Inojin scoffed.
"I can't believe I wanted to be like you when I was a kid." He directed this commented towards Sai before turning his back on them and heading for the front door, "I'm outta here."
Inojin slammed the front door shut behind him, and Ino wiped under her eyes before standing up and helping Sai to his feet. He placed a soft hand on her cheek and caressed it before pulling her into a hug.
"I don't want to lie to him anymore…" Ino cried softly, "Please, Sai-kun. Please…"
Sai hugged her tight, "I don't want to lie to him either, but if Hinoto-san's information is correct, then Kara is already here."
"He needs to know." Ino continued to cry, "Otherwise he'll hate us forever."
"No." Sai shut his eyes and let out a sigh, his stomach twinging at the exhale, "He'll hate me, and I deserve it. Even if the affair and the child are lies, I hurt you, there's no arguing against that."
"Because you had a lot on your mind, and you were running on fumes." Ino sniffled as she spoke, "You already apologized to me, and I forgave you, so it's okay."
"That's no excuse…" Sai murmured, "There were so many things I did wrong, I…I shouldn't have let Hinoto-san send you those photos."
"You had to." Ino rejected his statement, "Kara was becoming suspicious of you, the drama helped with that. No one would think a spy would have time to cheat on his wife."
Sai furrowed his eyebrows, "You cried, Ino. I had you thinking that I'd trampled on our matrimonial vows."
"But you didn't." She gently reminded him, "Do you know how relieved I was when you brought Hinoto to the house and told me that everything was a lie? I wanted to burst into tears and jump into your arms."
Sai shook his head, still not absolved of his guilt, "But I—"
Ino held a finger to his lips, "Even if you never forgive yourself, I forgive you. Because I love you, Sai-kun.
Sai nodded and Ino brought her finger down from Sai's mouth before lifting her face up and pulling Sai into a light kiss.
While the two comforted each other with the warm embrace, Inojin furiously pedaled down the street, only stopping when he realized he had subconsciously brought himself to Sarada's house. A quick look over of the property showed that no one seemed to be home, and he brought his phone out to call her.
The phone rang twice before it was picked up, but before Inojin could get a word in, Mitsuki's voice floated into his ear.
"She's in the shower. Don't call again."
The call ended right after and Inojin lifted his face to the sky.
Maybe it was the way the sun was bearing down on him, or the hot July weather getting under his skin, or the aftereffects of the confrontation he'd just had in house, but Inojin was fed up. He looked back down at his phone and opened up the Find My app before tapping on Sarada's location.
Thankful that she hadn't stopped sharing her location with him, he copied the address of where she was and put it into Maps before staring the route guidance and getting on the road. It was time Inojin stopped holding himself back and started doing what he wanted to do, and right now he wanted to beat Mitsuki's ass.
Along the way, he recognized that one of the houses that was served as a pickup location for Kū's drugs was on the way. Inojin hadn't had shabu in some time, and while there were obvious health benefits since he'd gone sober, he felt as though he could really use a pick-me-up right now.
When he got to the familiar decrepit blue house, he hid his bike in a large bush on the side before climbing up the front steps. The last thing he needed was to come back out and find that someone had snatched it.
Inojin rang the doorbell once and waited. When two minutes had gone by, he smacked a hand to his forehead out of frustration and repeatedly pressed the doorbell.
Had he missed something? Was there some new festival that everyone was out to? Inojin couldn't tell, but when it became clear that no one was going to answer the door, he groaned aloud.
"You've gotta be kidding me." He mumbled to himself as he tried to peer through the front window, "Where the fuck is…?"
Inojin trailed off when he saw something shimmer in the crack beside the mailbox, and upon closer inspection found it to be a spare house key. He let out a deep breath through his nose and considered what he was about to do. Although he wasn't forcing himself inside with a crowbar or a brick through the window, this would technically count as breaking and entering if anyone found out.
With a shake of his head, Inojin picked up the key and unlocked the door; he had done much worse than this.
The inside of the house was just as silent and eerie as Inojin remembered, but the real problem this time around would be finding the shabu stash. A brick had been left out on the kitchen table the last time Inojin had been here but seeing as how this visit was unannounced and unsanctioned, things wouldn't be so easy.
He went upstairs and did his best to thoroughly search the rooms without giving it away that someone had been inside and found nothing. A quick look around on the ground floor offered the same results, which left the basement as the last place to check.
Something about the darkness waiting at the bottom of the basement steps told Inojin to shut the door and just head to Sarada's location, but he had already done so much that he couldn't bring himself to leave without making sure there wasn't any shabu in the house.
Carefully, Inojin crept down the stairs and entered the basement. When he finally got down there and pulled on the overhead lightbulb, what he saw was a sight for sore eyes.
A mobile bulletin board was filled with articles and maps, with red strings connecting them and red circles being drawn over what he assumed were important locations. Some articles even had big red Xs drawn over them to symbolize that they'd already been solved. Whatever it was, it was straight of a heist movie and Inojin wanted no parts.
He searched the various boxes and became more and more disheartened with each unsuccessful search. It was in the second to last box that he found a medium-sized Ziploc bag filled up with what he recognized as shabu.
Thrilled at his efforts having paid off, Inojin stuffed the bag into his back pocket and turned to head up the stairs, but that was when he heard the footsteps.
At first it seemed like it was only one person, but with the bang of a door and the thud of something heavy being dropped, it quickly became clear that multiple people had entered the house.
Panicking, Inojin quickly turned the light off and darted into the boiler room. The footsteps started to descend the stairs and Inojin held his breath as he tried to gauge just how many people had come down.
"Ugh." A sharp female voice complained from right in front of the boiler room door, "Did we really have to come to such a filthy place? Tōno, you knew we were coming and didn't bother to clean up?"
"Gomennasai, Delta-san." Tōno replied, "I wasn't exactly sure if—"
"Now, now, Tōno." A smoother male voice cut him off, "No need to be so sorry. You've done well on such short notice, right Delta?"
Delta grumbled in acceptance of the smoother man's words and Inojin heard shuffling as they moved around.
"Now then, shall we begin the meeting?" The same smooth voice asked.
Inojin carefully took his phone out of his pocket and put it on silent before stepping back and taking a seat on the floor. Whoever these people were, it looked like they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
|Sarada|
"M-Mitsuki, I—!" I cut myself off when he dragged his tongue against my ear.
"Hm?" He hummed, pulling back to look at me as his hand slid up my thigh, "What is it?"
My mind short circuited for a moment when his fingers lightly tapped my core and rubbed the insides of my folds, but I managed to snap my eyes up to his just in time for him to join our lips.
His thumb ran over my sensitive nub and drew a yelp from my throat that was quickly converted to a long moan as Mitsuki pushed three fingers inside me. He curled them once they'd been hilted, pressing against a certain spot inside me that made me see stars, and I grabbed the wrist of his offending hand and groaned against his lips.
"You're so wet, Sarada…" Mitsuki murmured as he twisted his fingers and moved inside me, "Can you hear it?"
He lifted his free hand to my mouth as he held his breath and we both listened to the sounds coming from my body. Knowing that I was this turned on for him sent another wave of heat over me, and I could feel my ears turning red.
Unable to offer any words that would make sense, I continued to moan helplessly as Mitsuki's fingers pounded into me. I grabbed his arm and shut my eyes when I felt my stomach tighten in warning.
"Gonna cum, Sarada?" Mitsuki shamelessly taunted me, pulling at my ear with his teeth, "Go ahead."
He picked up the pace of his fingers while spreading and curving them as he saw fit, and I groaned when I reached my climax. I tightened my grip on his shoulder, squeezing as hard as my lower half was, and I shook and writhed beside him.
I gasped for air as I tried to get my breathing under control, but everything stopped when I felt Mitsuki slide down and place his head in between my legs. He kissed up my thighs and I froze but forced myself to relax when I felt his warm breath against my still-aching nether region.
A while back, Mitsuki and I had discussed our future and what we wanted from each other, and Mitsuki brought up the topic of intimacy. While he assured me that he would never force me to do anything I didn't like, he made sure to explain that kissing wasn't really doing it for him anymore and that he'd like to move into more sensual territory.
Although I was nervous, I agreed. After all, I hadn't borrowed those porn DVDs from Sumire for nothing; it seemed like now was the time to put my research to use. So, all of May and half of June was spent exploring and learning what the other liked.
It turned out that my ears were particularly sensitive and after a few sessions, Mitsuki became comfortable biting them for me. In turn, I learned that when we were in the midst of a steamy kiss, Mitsuki liked to be scratched along his back because it made him feel "really good" as he put it.
Honestly, I felt safe and relaxed during those times, but afterwards came the one wall I couldn't manage to climb. While groping and fondling and touching was fair game, I could not allow Mitsuki to go down on me.
He had approached the topic many times, stating that it would be a mutual way for us to bring each other pleasure, but I just couldn't. Each time I rejected him and apologize, he smiled and assured me that it was okay if I didn't want to, but deep down I knew better.
It bothered me so much to the point that I broached the subject with Sumire and Chōchō sometime in the week before school closed.
"Guys, does it feel good getting licked down there?" I asked during a pause at the lunch table.
Sumire coughed and choked on her water and Chōchō patted her back before turning to me.
"You mean getting head?" Chōchō asked with a slight smirk, "Yeah, I'd say so. Why?"
"Um…" I tried to think of a rational example without giving away my current situation.
"Mitsuki wants to do it to you?" Chōchō tried.
"No…" I looked at her for all of about two seconds before caving, "Yes."
Sumire slammed her fist down on the table, "Don't let him."
"There's something wrong about it, right?" I turned to her, wondering if she could provide a solid reason for my fear.
"Wrong?" Sumire's eyebrows furrowed together, "No, it's not. Well, it can be painful if someone doesn't know what they're doing, but I'm telling you not to let him because once you get a feel for it, you'll never forget it."
Chōchō rolled her eyes, "Sumire, you're scaring her."
"She should be scared." Sumire admitted, "Every time I think about getting back with Iwabe, I realize that it's because I want to feel his lips on me and then my day is ruined because I get so horny."
Chōchō snickered and Sumire shot her a look.
"Gomen, gomen." Chōchō apologize, "Sarada, don't let Sumire's situation influence yours, okay? You've got a good head on your shoulders, so I doubt Mitsuki's gonna have that effect on you."
"Hey, what's the supposed to mean?" Sumire cut in.
"I would say let him do it to you once and if you really don't like it, never do it again." Chōchō continued, swatting Sumire's hand away, "But trust me, you're gonna like it."
"Okay." I nodded, "And what about the other way around? As in, me doing it to him?"
"What do you wanna know?" Chōchō asked, trying to get clarification.
I bit my lip, "Like, is it necessary? Do I have to do it?"
"You don't have to—" Sumire began but I waved my hand.
"I know, I just mean—!" I sighed, "It feels really good for guys, right?"
Sumire nodded, "Yeah."
"So it wouldn't be fair if he did it to me but I couldn't do it to him." I hung my head.
Chōchō patted me on the back, "Remember, Sarada, don't do anything you don't want to do."
The last statement Chōchō imparted on me echoed in my head as Mitsuki planted a preliminary kiss on my stomach before dipping back down and placing another one right above my core. I stiffened when I felt his lips lightly press against me, and Mitsuki paused and pulled back to look up at me with questioning eyes.
I wanted so desperately to give him permission, to tell him that I was ready to take our relationship to the next level; after all, this was supposed to feel good, right? I was just being a wimp, if I could hold out for five more seconds, it would all be worth it, wouldn't it?
I scrunched my eyes shut and nodded, preparing myself for the sensation of his tongue on my most private parts, but it never came. Instead, Mitsuki stood up and sighed.
"Look, Sarada, if you're not ready don't force yourself." He shook his head and began turning away, "Seriously, it makes me feel bad."
"B-But I want to!" I stammered as I sat up, "Really, I—"
"No, you don't." Mitsuki interrupted me with another sigh, "Your face looks like somebody's holding a bug to you and telling you to eat it."
"…Gomen." I finally said, accepting that he was right, "I-I really want to, but I can't."
Mitsuki grabbed his discarded robe from the other side of the bed and pulled it on, "It's fine. We'll just try again when you're ready."
Although I had heard those words many times, there was a certain harshness to his voice this time around that hit me hard, and I held my hands to my face as tears slipped down my cheeks. Mitsuki sat down beside me and tried to throw a comforting arm around me, starting to whisper encouragements and assure me that it was okay, that he wasn't angry, but I shook him off.
He remained by my side for a bit before clicking his tongue and heading to the bathroom, and I let my tears stream freely now that he was gone.
'What's wrong with me?' I wondered as I cried.
We'd been dating for a while, we loved each other, and we had touched each other in many different ways, so why was this so difficult for me? Mitsuki had even taken me to a fancy breakfast, snapped some pictures, booked a hotel specifically to take things to the next level, and I'd gone and wasted it.
Feeling like a failure, I searched around for my clothes and hurriedly put them on before grabbing my phone and handbag from the nightstand. I kicked on my sandals before heading out of the door and down the hall, and as I walked to the elevator, I began to write up an apology to Mitsuki.
Hey Mitsuki, I started, and tried to think of what I could say.
I'm sorry for letting you down again. I love you, and I really do want to do more things with you but I'm scared. I don't know what I'm scared of but it's clear that we're never going to get anywhere until I figure it out, so I left first. I'll pay you back for the hotel fees, just tell me how much.
I considered signing my name at the end but ended up the scrapping the idea and hitting send.
It was just as I reached the main entrance in the lobby that my phone vibrated as I received a response.
Sarada, you could never let me down by owning up to what you're comfortable with. I wish you hadn't left so early because I would've preferred talking about this in person, and we really could've just spent the afternoon cuddling, but I respect your decision. Money's not a problem for me so don't worry about it. Just text me when you get home safe. Love you.
The message brought another bout of tears to my eyes, and I quickly wiped them away before stepping out onto the street and walking down the road.
I needed to talk to someone about this but knowing Chōchō and Sumire, they'd probably confuse me even more than I already was. There was no way I could discuss this with Inojin when I knew how he felt about me, which only left one viable option.
|An Hour Later|
I'd gotten to Boruto's house relatively quickly, considering that his street was just a few miles down from the hotel Mitsuki had picked out, and to my surprise Boruto was home alone. Aunt Hinata had gone out to some high-class event with her boyfriend, and Hima had gone to a carnival in Otafuku with her friends.
"Sorry to disappoint you if you were looking for them." Boruto said, turning to head back inside, "If that's all, then—"
"Actually, I…I came here for you."
Boruto's reaction wasn't completely out of character considering how even after our talk in Chōchō's closet some time ago, I had failed to really get back into my friends' lives. It wasn't so much that I wasn't trying, but more so that Mitsuki had more concrete plans which stood out to me.
For instance, I would text Boruto early in the day and ask him if he had any plans or wanted to do anything, and when he said no, he would suggest we meet up and "hang out," whereas Mitsuki would greet me in the morning and ask if I had time to go to an arcade or watch this new movie that had come out.
I liked my life organized, and I liked knowing where I was going and what I was going to be doing, so more often than not, I chose Mitsuki.
I had explained this once to Boruto after he confronted me about ghosting him one time, and the response he'd given had very cold and distant undertones. Since then, we hadn't really spoken or texted except for a few memes and Tiktoks sent here and there.
Objectively speaking, I was being a bad best friend, and considering how long we had known each other, that only made things worse. I had fully expected Boruto to tell me that he was busy and shut his door in my face, but surprisingly his expression softened, and he stepped aside.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" He waved his hand, motioning for me to come in, "You're letting all the AC out, ya know."
Once I was inside, I slipped out of my sandals and followed Boruto to the kitchen only to find a bottle of Chōchō's liquor and a bottle opener on the counter. I watched as Boruto opened the bottle and poured himself a cup, and I asked him if this was a regular thing.
"What? Nah." Boruto shook his head, "I was just bored and tired, figured I'd get drunk and sleep the day away."
I nodded my head in understanding and Boruto held his cup out to me, "Wanna join me?"
After a moment of consideration, I took the cup from him and drank the liquid in one sitting. Smacking my tongue and scrunching up my face, I coughed and Boruto laughed.
"I'll never get used to that." I muttered as Boruto refilled the cup.
"You look like you're not used to it, ya know." He laughed again before drinking his own serving, "Alright, so what'd you come to see me for?"
It was as we walked up the stairs to his room that I filled him in on my situation, and while I at first tried to keep things clean and somewhat secretive, I gave up once we reached his room and explicitly told him what had happened and what had been happening.
"I just feel bad, y'know?" I flopped on Boruto's bed, "He's trying to make me feel good and I'm getting in the way. Ugh, I feel so stupid."
Boruto poured himself another cup of Chōchō's liquor and took a gulp before speaking, "I mean, what exactly are you afraid of? It can't be the contact since he's been touching you for a while, ya know."
"I don't know!" I whined, kicking my feet, "He's really good with his fingers, Boruto. And I mean really good, so by that logic his tongue would obviously feel even better but I just don't…trust him."
"Oh." Boruto nodded his head slowly, "Wow."
I held my head in my hands and sighed, "That sounds terrible, doesn't it?"
"Well, yeah, but—!" Boruto exclaimed as I groaned, "The first step to recovery is acceptance so at least we're getting somewhere."
"That's for drugs and alcohol, not sex." I quipped as I rolled onto my side and faced him, "How would that sound in a therapy session? I trust my boyfriend to finger me, but I don't trust him to eat me out. Kami, I'm such an ass."
Boruto set his Rubik's cube aside and pinched his chin, "This might be a stupid question but is it just him?"
"Huh?" I gave him a look that let him know to elaborate.
"Like, is it just Mitsuki that you're uncomfortable with? Do you think you'd be able to do it with anyone else?"
"If can't even do it with my boyfriend, what makes you think I'd be able to do it with a random stranger?" I questioned.
"Not necessarily a stranger." Boruto rolled his chair over to me and rested his elbows on the bed, looking me in the eyes, "Think about any of the guys in your life that you might've been attracted to, ya know. Does imagining them doing it make you feel the same way?"
Immediately my mind went to Inojin, and how forward he had been the night of Mama's birthday party. While I admit that everything in that moment had felt mind-numbingly good, I couldn't see myself willing spreading my legs and allowing him to go down on me without my chest tightening up.
I nodded my head, "I can't do it."
Boruto continued to stare at me for a moment, but just before I could ask him what he was looking at, he sat up and rolled back over to his laptop.
"Okay, well then maybe you need to see it in order to get rid of your fear of it." He suggested before typing away.
"What, you mean a porno?"
He shot me a thumbs up before rolling back over to me with his laptop in hand, and he set it down on the top corner of his bed for us to watch. When I looked at the screen, sure enough I was looking at incognito tab of SVideos.
My eyes flew to the search bar, and I could see very clearly where Boruto had typed in "eating pussy." I stared at the variety of videos that had come up due to the keywords.
"Take your pick." He smiled.
I glanced at him before clicking on a video titled, "The Art of Cunnilingus," and we sat through a five second ad before skipping to the main video.
The first two minutes were full of sensual foreplay: rubbing, palming, pinching, touching…then it got to the main event. I watched as the man lowered lips to the woman and gently kissed her core. She let out a soft sigh and shut her eyes as he swiped his tongue up and down her slit in long strokes, and I asked Boruto why he was being so slow.
"Probably to go along with the foreplay from earlier…" Boruto cleared his throat, as his voice was now raspy and hoarse, "Some girls like it slow so that might be the case for her, ya know."
"Mm." I hummed as I continued to watch the man lick at the woman, "What about you?"
"Me?" The nervousness in Boruto's voice made me turn to him and I could see his eyes shifting uneasily, "I just do what the girl tells me to do. It's really all about making her feel good."
With a nod, I turned back to the screen to find the man now practically swallowing the woman's center with his mouth and shaking his head.
"Why does he do that?" I asked, not seeing the significance in the movement.
"It's to increase his range of motion and what he can reach inside of her." Boruto explained, "Here, give me your hand."
He took my right hand in his as I continued to watch the video, and when the woman moaned at a particularly strong poke from the man's tongue, I felt something light up in my stomach. The feeling was put on pause when I felt Boruto's lips on my hand.
"What are you doing?" I asked as he curled up my fist.
"I'm showing you what he's doing." Boruto said, pressing my hand to his mouth and pushing his tongue inside, "Imagine this is a girl's pussy, ya know. Yeah, you can move your tongue left to right and hit her walls, but if you keep your tongue steady and move your head…"
He demonstrated and I noted that when his tongue had moved left to right, I felt an emptiness on either side, but with his tongue straight and his head moving, more pressure was applied to whatever side his head was tilted to, and yet I still felt his tongue on the opposite side.
It was an explanation, a show to help me further understand what I was looking at on screen, yet the level of eye contact the two of us were sustaining right now was making me feel hot, and I forced myself to turn away and look back at the laptop. It didn't escape my notice that Boruto was still holding my hand, and I didn't attempt to correct him.
The man was now fingering the woman while sucking on her clit, and a plethora of moans were escaping her as she grabbed his head to brace herself. I watched on in awe as she pushed him back and a jet of liquid shot out of her. She yelled and keened, and just as I started to wrap my head around her explosive orgasm, he went back to fingering her and she kicked his arm back as another stream left her.
"What's…?" I could barely find my voice as the man resumed eating her out, going on to draw yet another splatter from her, "Is that how it's supposed to be?"
Boruto shook his head, "She's squirting. It's only supposed to happen when a girl feels really good, so I guess he's doing a good job."
Another zing of electricity went down to my stomach as the woman finally relaxed and leaned back, whimpering in relief and pleasure at having been so thoroughly eaten out. The video finally ended with the man rubbing along the inside the woman's thighs, and the two of them talking and laughing as she assured him that she was done.
"That was…something." I finally said, turning to Boruto.
He nodded his head in agreement, "So, now you know."
Neither of us made any motion to move and as we continued to look at each other, I became aware of how hot it suddenly was in his room, even with the overhead fan on.
"Could you…" I hesitated for a moment, but the gleam in Boruto's eyes encouraged me to ask my question, "Could you make a girl squirt like that?"
"It's happened once or twice." He nodded his head, "When I was really into it, ya know."
'Don't.' My conscience warned me in an attempt to steer me away from this path, 'This is really dangerous.'
I listened to reason and released Boruto's hand, "Well, whoever your crush is, she's definitely one lucky girl. She's gonna have the best boyfriend ever."
I stretched as I spoke and when Boruto didn't answer I looked at him and caught this somewhat woeful expression on his face, but in an instant, he turned to me and grinned.
"Yep!" He slapped his knees before standing up and stretching, "One day I'm gonna eat her out and have her screaming my name, ya know!"
I shook my head and punched him in the shoulder as I got up and went to the door, "Lemme use the bathroom, I'll be right back."
He nodded and I shut his room door behind me before heading down the hall for the toilet. When I got inside, I closed the door and removed my underwear before sitting down and relieving myself. After I had wiped and moved to pull up my underwear, I noticed a sizeable wet patch and stopped in my tracks.
Upon touching it, I felt it was the same sticky wetness I would have after kissing and touching Mitsuki sometimes.
"There's no way." I murmured to myself as I pulled my underwear up and redressed myself, "To Boruto, I would…?"
No, there had to be some other explanation. It was the video, yes, that was it. Unlike other online porn I had browsed which was really intense and over the top, this one seemed more genuine and relaxed, and it had obviously hit a nice spot inside of me.
It wouldn't make sense for me to feel like that towards Boruto; we were best friends, for Kami's sake. Sure, we'd dated in middle school but that was a lifetime ago and back when we were kids. Besides, I had a boyfriend, and he had a crush!
"Get a grip, Sarada." I stared at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, "You already ruined one friendship, don't ruin another."
With that little pep talk, I dried my hands and went back to Boruto's room.
"Arigato." I thanked Boruto once I was back in the room, "You didn't have to help me out. But then again, what are friends for?"
"Right." Boruto repeated from his desk, having returned to it with his laptop, "Friends."
I climbed back into his bed and shut my eyes, "Wake me up in an hour?"
"Sure, sure." He chuckled before exaggerating a kiss sound, "Sweet dreams."
With a shake of my head, I curled up and let myself drift off into dreamland. Or at least, I tried to. After about five minutes, I snapped my eyes open and saw that he had his head down at his desk.
"Boruto." I called with a whisper, "You tired?"
"Mm, yeah." He answered, eyes opening to look at me, "Drank three cups of Chōchō's stuff, so…"
I nodded as I recalled that he had been drinking for some time, "Well, get up here then. What the hell, don't let me take your bed when you're tired."
"Nah, nah, s'fine." Boruto shut his eyes again, "I'll be good, not the first time I've slept here."
"Boruto, get up here, now." I hissed, letting him know this wasn't a debate, "There's more than enough room for the both of us, so hurry up."
With a sigh, Boruto stood up and stumbled over to me. He quietly excused himself out of politeness before climbing in beside me, and the two of us stared at each other.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" Boruto asked, turning away from me, "Fucking weirdo…"
I smacked him in the back of his head, "That's what I should be saying!"
He immediately turned around once the hit had registered in his drunken brain, and I hurriedly looked away and curled up to avoid retaliation.
"Oh nah, don't try to hide now!" He laughed as he wrapped his arms around me and tried to break my guard, "Come on, Princess."
His taunt was blown into my ear, and that combined with the low tone he used to deliver the line sent a shiver down my back. I somewhat loosened my defense and Boruto lightly tapped the back of my head before sliding his hand down to my neck.
With a swallow, I turned around to face him and he moved his hand to my cheek, gently running his thumb back and forth. My heart was racing at a thousand miles per hour and yet I felt strangely calm as we continued to look at each other.
"Boruto…" I began, although I quickly trailed off, unsure of what to say.
"Sarada…" He replied in turn, a small smile spreading on his lips.
Lips that looked somewhat soft, and kissable…
'Stop!' I blinked for two seconds to clear my conscience, 'We're supposed to be friends!'
And yet, when Boruto began to lean forward, I made no attempts to stop him or move back. In an instant, but at the same time horrendously slowly, we kissed.
|3rd Person|
Inojin did his best to quietly shut the front door once he'd entered the house. He was hoping to retreat to his room and sleep without alerting his parents to his return and prompting an inevitable discussion about the events that had transpired earlier this afternoon.
It seemed like that would actually be possible when he managed to stalk up the stairs undetected, and after carefully hiding the shabu-filled Ziploc bag in the back of his closet, he laid down on his bed and shut his eyes. Not a moment later, his bedroom door swung open and someone stepped inside.
Inojin held back a sigh and didn't turn towards the person, hoping they would see him resting and understand that he didn't want to talk, but instead they came closer and took a seat on the edge of his bed.
"Inojin, I know you're awake." Sai said as he placed a hand on Inojin's shoulder, "You couldn't have fallen asleep that quickly."
Had it been his mother, Inojin might've been prompted to at least offer some form of greeting, but of course it was the person he wanted nothing to do with. Inojin kept quiet and Sai let out a deep breath before removing his hand from Inojin and placing it on his knee.
"Look, I'm not gonna be here long, so just listen."
Although Inojin deeply resented his father, with nowhere to go and not enough energy to begin yelling and arguing, Inojin figured he could comply with Sai's request this one time.
"You think your hatred for me is justified but there are some things you don't know." Sai began, "I've been keeping things from you to protect you, and to be honest I can't tell you everything, but you need to know that Carmen…Carmen and I were never a thing."
Sai looked at Inojin, expecting some sort of movement or a response from the bombshell statement, but Inojin remained stationary. If it wasn't for the subtle twitch of his exposed ear, Sai would've thought that Inojin had truly been able to fall asleep.
"Those…photos were all staged." Sai continued after a moment of hesitation, "I never wanted Carmen, I never slept with her – she was never even pregnant; it was all a lie."
"Why?" Inojin asked suddenly, still not looking at his father, "Why would you fake all of that?"
Sai reached out to return his hand to Inojin's shoulder, hoping to turn his son around so he could look him in the eyes as he spoke and see that Sai meant every word he was saying, but thought better and returned his hand to his lap.
"Because of some external circumstances which I can't share with you right now—"
Inojin scoffed, "Right, how convenient."
"—but I've told your mother." Sai finished, his voice dipping into a pleading tone, "I can't tell you just yet, but your mother knows.
"…Everything?" Inojin questioned after a pause.
"Everything." Sai confirmed.
"Hm." Inojin hummed, and silence spread between them.
Sai rubbed the back of his neck and took the chance to look around Inojin's room, recognizing that he hadn't been here in a while.
First and foremost, there was The Great Wave off Kanagawa painting that Inojin had hanging over his bed. Sai had gifted that to him on his twelfth birthday and the two had worked together to create a custom frame for the composition. Sai couldn't believe that Inojin still had it up after all these years, and the fact that it looked well-kept and dusted said more than words ever could.
Next, Sai's eyes drifted to the small lion mug on Inojin's desk. It had originally been a sculpture that he'd made on Christmas a few years back, and he'd worked with Inojin Christmas morning to turn it into the conventional mug that it now was.
Before Sai could continue his notation of his son's room, Inojin spoke again.
"And when you hurt her?" Inojin asked, referring to the abuse he'd witnessed his mother suffer, "Was that fake too?"
Sai shut his eyes, "No. I…That was real."
Sai felt Inojin's leg move beside him and braced himself for a kick to the ribs or the back, something that would have him stumbling off the bed and wheezing on the ground. When nothing came, he opened his eyes and turned to find that Inojin remained in his curled position.
"Inojin?" Sai called, allowing the confusion to come through in his voice.
"I'm tired, Father." Inojin immediately replied, answer the silent question that Sai had posed, "I don't have the energy to fight you right now. Besides, I'm…not much better."
Sai kept quiet as Inojin took a deep breath and sat up.
"Do you ever just get really angry sometimes out of nowhere?" Inojin asked, "I mean, sure, something could've happened and ticked you off, but you get way angrier than you should. Like you've got anger issues."
Sai nodded his head, "I haven't experienced it too much recently but yes, there have been many times when I knew I needed to cool off before I did something I would regret."
"Great," Inojin chuckled uncannily and held a hand to his head, "I guess it's hereditary."
Inojin continued chuckling for some time before looking back up at his father, "Why did you hurt Ka-san?"
"I…I…" Sai stammered as he searched for words that would explain his violence towards his wife.
After all, why had he done it?
Inojin waved a hand, "No, wait, that's not fair. I guess I should ask: what were you thinking while you were hurting her?"
Sai pursed his lips and thought long and hard about that fateful day before shutting his eyes.
"It…wasn't an accident." Sai admitted with an exhale, "She'd brought up Carmen and was…crying in my ear, begging me to tell her who she was, how we'd met…"
Inojin hugged his legs to his chest but kept his eyes trained on his father.
"I couldn't tell her anything then, so I told her to shut up, but she just wouldn't…!" Sai furrowed his eyebrows as he recalled how exasperated he was that day, "Then she brought up our marriage and her dad, your grandfather, and said something…something very hurtful."
"Which was what?" Inojin inquired, "You can't leave it out."
Sai wiped a hand down his face, "You know that your grandfather died way back when, right? He died before you were born, before we even got married."
Inojin nodded and Sai continued.
"She said that she never would've married me if her dad was still alive, and that her family warned her about 'taking in strays' but she didn't listen." Sai shook his head, "She didn't mean it; it was in the moment, and she was obviously upset thinking I'd cheated on her, but I saw red. And the next thing I knew, you were telling me to stop."
"Why did you leave as soon as I yelled at you?" Inojin wondered, staring at Sai intently, "Why didn't you stay?"
Sai faced Inojin with softening eyes, "Because once I looked into your fearful eyes and looked back at your aching mother, I realized what I'd done, but I didn't want to face it."
After he'd finished speaking, Sai waited for Inojin to ask something else. Sai would be lying if he said was comfortable with the topic they were discussing, but this was the most his son had spoken with him since they'd resumed living together as a family.
"The day after you left…" Inojin cleared his throat, "I told myself that you and I were nothing alike. But today I found out that we're exactly the same."
Sai couldn't really offer a response to that, but it became clear that Inojin wasn't looking for one, as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.
"Tou-san." Inojin called as he walked over to his desk, and Sai perked up at the endearing term which Inojin had been avoiding using for a while, "You swear you had nothing to do with that police raid?"
Inojin didn't turn around, otherwise he would've seen the way Sai's eye twitched as he considered telling Inojin another truth. But he couldn't, this one was too close to his job, the main source of danger in his life. Besides, it wasn't exactly clear what Inojin would do with the answer.
"I swear." Sai said, although his voice wasn't firm.
Inojin snorted and laughed to himself, "Alright."
Inojin walked over to his door and opened it before motioning for Sai to exit. Feeling that he had taken up enough of his son's time, Sai didn't make any attempts to stall or delay. It was as he passed Inojin that his son reached out and patted his back.
"I forgive you." Inojin told him as he started to shut the door, "Just so you know."
The door clicked shut before Sai could say anything back, and he remained in front of Inojin's doorway a few seconds longer before turning and heading back to the master bedroom. Ino herself stood in the hallway, just a few paces from their door, and by the expression on her face, it was clear that she'd heard Inojin's last statement.
When Sai reached her, the two hugged and kissed before heading back into their room, and Ino hugged him tighter once their door had shut.
"He doesn't hate us…!" Ino whispered as she kissed Sai's face, "He doesn't hate you…!"
"Thank Kami." Sai agreed, blinking away the water from his eyes, "Thank Kami…"
Yet once Sai's footsteps were out of earshot, Inojin had locked his door and gone over to his closet. Careful not to make too much noise, he brought out the shabu-filled Ziploc bag and sprinkled the tiniest bit of powder into his hand before returning the Ziploc to its hidden spot.
"We're exactly the same." Inojin repeated before lifting his palm to his nose and sniffing the powder.
His hands flew to his head as the drug raced to his brain, and after a minute of standing frozen, hunched over like the grinch, a smile broke out on his face, and he turned to his desk.
Reaching into the bottom right drawer of his desk, Inojin brought out his latest sketchbook, which had been neglected for the past few months. He grabbed a pen out of the lion's mug on the corner of his desk and began to draw. His pen never left the paper once it first touched the surface, and he couldn't tell how much time had passed once he finished, but after he set his pen down, he picked up the sketchbook and looked at the finished image.
"You're the only good thing about me." He said to himself before pressing a kiss to it, "You're perfect."
|Sarada|
I fumbled with the buttons of my jeans as I sat up. My hands were shaking beyond my control, and I could barely see through my tear-filled eyes as I pulled on my shirt. My nose was running as a result of me sobbing to myself, but no matter how many deep breaths I took, I couldn't seem to stop.
"Sarada…" Boruto tried to put his arms around me, but I pushed him away and grabbed my handbag off the floor before leaving his room.
"Sarada, please." He begged as he followed me down the stairs.
I slipped into my sandals only to realize they were on the wrong feet which caused me to cry even harder. Boruto tried to pull me towards him again, but I pushed him back with more force and wore my shoes correctly. I tried to open the front door once I was finished, but Boruto reached over my head and pressed his hand against it, effectively pinning me between him and the door.
"Move…" I whispered, keeping my hand on the doorknob.
"I won't." He answered swiftly, his tone softening as he continued to speak, "Not before you look at me. Please."
With no choice, I turned to him and lifted my eyes up to his own. His light blue eyes that were usually so full of life and joy were now swaddled with pain and misery. I forced myself to look away, unable to face the sorrow in his expression.
"Gomennasai." He apologized, and my lip quivered as I held back another sob, "We shouldn't have—I shouldn't have done that."
I burst into tears at his admission of guilt, unable to keep my composure any longer. Boruto dropped his hand from the door and tugged me into his chest for a tight hug, but the embrace only served to worsen how I felt.
Once he released me, I immediately opened the door and ran down the street. I could hear him calling after me, pleading for me to come back, but I forced myself to continue until I had reached the train station. I wiped my eyes as I climbed the steps and somehow collected myself enough to pay my entry fee.
I took a seat on the nearest bench once I was through and held my head in my hands as I tried not to cry again. Mitsuki's words from my last confession about cheating rang in my head like an alarm, and as much as I hated to admit it, he was right.
"All a guy has to do is get you alone in a room…"
I scrunched my eyes shut at the painful statement. Oh Kami, if that was what he said after I'd admitted to kissing someone else, what would he have to say about me having sex with Boruto? Well, if what had happened really counted as sex.
I shook my head and scolded myself, 'Don't try to worm your way out of this. You know what you did.'
It started with a kiss, and then Boruto moved his hands, and then I felt his tongue, and then we were both naked. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't want him to stop, and he didn't seem to want to stop either.
He took a page from the guy in the porno's book and showed me exactly why head was so pleasurable, and when it came time for me to return to the favor, I didn't hesitate. I'd never done it before, but with Boruto's moans and shudders acting as guidance, it wasn't long before I brought him to the cusp of his peak.
Boruto lightly pushed my head back before whispering for me to lay down, and as I did so, he reached into the second drawer of his nightstand and brought out a condom. I watched as he rolled it onto his twitching length and then turned to me, desire shining in his eyes as he lowered himself.
We stared at each other, and his eyes seemed to be searching mine for any reluctance, any unwillingness, but I nodded and cleared him of any doubts.
Based on everything I'd read online, I knew my first time was supposed to be painful, but I never could've imagined it would be as bad as what I felt. As soon as Boruto started pushing in, I scratched at his back and yelled for him to stop.
He did so without a second of delay, and I blinked away the tears that had formed as a result of the searing pain I'd been exposed to. After a moment's pause, Boruto tried again and I dug my nails into his skin as a buffer, only letting up when he told me he was all the way in.
He kissed under my eyes and the tip of my nose, all while managing to keep still, as I had told him that there was no way he would be able to move without hurting me.
I was worried the request was selfish and began to tell him that he should pull out so I could pleasure him another way, but he shook his head and agreed to my terms. We laid there, passionately kissing while being connected, and I found myself wrapping my arms around Boruto's neck in an effort to pull him closer to me.
I felt safe in his grasp, and he felt reassuringly warm; I wanted to feel that warmth forever, but of course, all good things must come to an end.
At some point, maybe due to the snugness of my position or the lack of movement, I fell asleep. When I awoke, I found Boruto asleep as well, and the doting fog surrounding my mind lifted. As I blinked and looked around, he stirred and rubbed his eyes as he woke up. Boruto offered me a sleepy smile before reaching out to swipe his hand across my cheek, and it was then that I realized this was no dream.
Coming to terms with the fact that this might have been the worst mistake I made in my life, I began to cry.
A train pulling into the station released me from my rerun of what had just happened, and I looked up to find a 6-train opening its doors. I forced myself up from the bench and got into the nearest train car before taking a seat by the end, away from where most people would bunch up.
"I should've just gone home." I mumbled to myself as I brought out my phone to check the time.
5:33 p.m. And yet it felt like I'd been in Boruto's house for ages. I swiped up to unlock my phone, only to be met with Mitsuki's last text that I had never replied to. He'd ask me to let him know when I was home safe and told me he loved me, and I had gone and slept with someone else.
And Boruto…oh Kami. I recalled how miserable he looked and how distressed he sounded as he apologized, and my heart shattered again. If anyone should've been sorry, it was me; after all, I was the one with a boyfriend,
Besides, Boruto had told me that the only person he wanted to be with going into the future was his crush, and I had ruined that for him.
'Please Kami.' I clasped my hands together and prayed, 'Please stop me from ruining everyone's lives. No matter what, I don't want to cause any more problems. Please…'