A/N: I do not intend to make Sakura the bad guy. She's okay, and I hope you won't see this as bashing. If you don't like Sakura... Well, then you're welcome to dislike her. :) Aren't I nice, though? Two chapters in one day! Show me some love, babies?
State of Shock
Experienced
To have sex with Sasuke-kun was nothing as I had imagined it.
When he finally accepted one of my date proposals, I had already planned out how everything was going to be. We were going to go on a romantic date, hold hands, the usual. And by my door, he would kiss me lightly before wishing me a good night.
You would think that I should have known that Sasuke-kun isn't like that.
Instead, we slept with each other on the first date because he wanted to. Now, I understand why. He had already figured out when I was going to have my period again, and had waited with accepting my dinner proposals until when I was most likely to get pregnant.
It wasn't because he was horny that he wanted to have sex with me. It didn't have anything to do with me. In his eyes, we were mating – producing an heir to his clan, an heir to the famous Sharingan. He needed a strong, independent kunoichi that could raise a child to become a prodigy.
The fact that he choose me was flattering for awhile. Until I realised what he had pushed onto me. I was merely eighteen when he came back – of course I wasn't ready to have a child. I think we've managed pretty well, anyway.
Now, with Sai and Kakashi's help, I think I can finally raise the prodigy he expects our child to become.
UAUAUA
At first, I didn't understand why Naruto didn't want to help me with my child. After all, Naruto was my teammate and friend – you would think that he would be eager to help me. I was angry and disappointed for so long that I completely forgot about everything else.
My anger to Sasuke-kun was pushed aside for my new hate object.
It wasn't until I heard the upsetting rumour about my hate object and the father of my child that I stopped to think. To think that Naruto would let someone disgrace him so astonished me. I had no idea why my former teammate would want Sasuke's huge dick up his ass.
Not until I saw them with my very own eyes did I understand.
It wasn't the raw fucking up the ass that I had imagined. When Sasuke had slept with me – mated with me – he had been boring and stiff, not bothering with anything but the formalities. It was a little embarrassing to admit that he made me wet anyway, even though there was no foreplay or anything.
With Naruto, he was different. He took his time to kiss every part of the mute shinobi's skin, to lick over Naruto's lips as if trying to coax sounds out. Naruto – thin, fragile and innocent Naruto – wasn't just laying there either.
He had his lean legs wrapped around Sasuke's waist, his hands clawing on Sasuke's back. He was sitting in Sasuke's lap, the Uchiha's cock up his ass. I didn't find it disgusting, rather the opposite. While it wasn't arousing, it was beautiful.
Romantic, somehow.
Naruto panted loudly, his breathing and movements – up and down – telling more than I wanted to know. At first, I could only stare. I watched how they moved in synch, whispering to me that it certainly wasn't their first time.
Then, after wondering why they didn't notice me, I suddenly understood. I understood why Naruto had decided not to help me with my child; I understood why Sasuke didn't want to spend his life with me the way I had planned.
They were too wrapped up in each other that they didn't have time for anything else. Their time and energy were spent on hiding this – hiding their relationship. Naruto would only feel guilty while helping me; he would be sad that he couldn't give Sasuke an heir as I could. He would feel sad and guilty but also angry – angry with me because I had taken his Sasuke.
After seeing them together the first time – because I often came to watch them again while Ino babysat my child, to give me a break – I understood that I had no right to be angry. I had no right to demand Naruto's help.
Because I was his rival. I had given his Sasuke what he couldn't give.
To Be Continued
