Idol pt. 2 – MATURE!
The car ride is quiet, the dark-haired girl taking in her friend's state and holding out judgement until she hears the whole story. Drinking is already frowned upon by their company, public opinions weigh heavily on the sales of the group. Drinking the night before their tour kicks off is even worse— she fears their staff and company more than the public though. Sakura sighs, hoping no one caught her leaving the hotel.
"Izumi are they mad?" She hangs her head, embarrassment riddled on her face and evident in her tone. Being the youngest in the group has its challenges, acting impulsively like this seems to be one.
"Sakura that doesn't matter right now, are you okay?" Izumi's hands ride the steering wheel as she navigates the car through Konoha traffic; her face is plastered with worry as she looks over at the younger girl, "Are you hurt?" She asks in a lower voice, as if someone is listening.
"No! No…" Her green eyes avoid Izumi's dark brown ones, the motherly instinct exuding from the driver's seat. Sakura thinks about the events that led to what happened, the man she left the club and woke up tangled with. This isn't like her. "He was really nice." She smiles to herself, thinking about the compliments the man showered her in as he was undressing her, the way his arm instinctively held her close as she got out of the car last night and they walked up the stairs to the entrance of the hotel. He'd lean into her hair and whisper something that would take her breath away, the difference in height was more of a turn on than she thought.
"Mhmm, go on." Izumi wiggles her eyebrows, wanting all the juicy details from her friend.
"He's so hot! He has black hair, and his eyes are so mysterious and his voice!" Izumi laughs as Sakura blushes at her own outburst. "He gives off that whole 'asshole to everyone but me' sorta vibe which is such a turn on."
"So you guys…" Izumi's face spreads with worry and concern, the young girl in the passenger seat is no stranger to naïve and ever changing situations. The girl isn't dumb, not by any means in fact, she's the smartest in the group and give all the idols an IQ test and she'd probably score higher than everyone by 50 points at least however, where she excels in books, she lacks in reading social cues and other's feelings towards her, specifically from the opposite sex.
"Yeah…" Sakura bites her lip as she looks out the window ignoring her friend's look begging for more details. She doesn't give in though, the silence resting comfortably between the two girls until Izumi's voice cuts through it; eager to share her news as well.
"I've been seeing someone for a few months. We're sorta something—I think. I really like him." She gushes, changing the subject. Her pink hair whips through the air, her neck snapping towards the driver's seat at the new information she's just been thrown.
"What?!" She shrieks, excitement bubbling out of her ears. "Izumi I'm so happy for you! What's he look like? He's probably older and sexy yeah?"
Izumi laughs. "He is older and he is sexy. He works in finance during the day and trains MMA at night."
"That is so sexy." Sakura laughs, excited for her friend's new love adventure. She turns her head and the familiar, reflective windows come into view. They pull up to a gate and Izumi is immediately let through by the security guard on duty; they drive down into a private parking garage where they're met with bulky men dressed in black standing in a semi-circle formation. Fiery red layered hair and long, light brown hair greets them, a black oversized SUV waiting to the left of the group. Izumi parks in her designated spot and both the girls exit the car, joining the two girls enjoying their relaxed posture thanks to the privacy of the garage.
A tall man with dark brown hair and tan skin stands across from them in the middle of the semi-circle, his arms crossed, and his frown etched into his aged skin. He nods as Izumi and Sakura bow to him, taking their places in their group lineup. Sakura on the far right next to Tenten, her light brown hair usually pulled back into cute buns cascades down her back in slight waves. Izumi stands on Tenten's left and Karin on the other end, her red hair almost glowing against all the grey around them.
"Girls." His voice is stern and full of wisdom, he's only been in the entertainment business his whole life. "You depart on another world tour today and I expect nothing but the highest praise for each and every one of you. I expect you to be on your best behavior." They all nod in unison. His words are laced with invisible promises, consequences lingering behind every move they make. They're all used to it though—being watched by someone at all times.
Sakura gulps, nervous he'll question her whereabouts and current state— those damn paparazzi and gossip sites.
"What you did before this moment right now is of no concern to me. What I care about and this company cares about is the reputation you all uphold on this tour. The album has done well and with social media picking up I have no doubt we can hit number 1 in more countries." Sakura blanks out, a breath of air releasing from her lips as his words rest on her ears; she's okay, nothing to worry about.
She thinks about last night and the exchange she had with her friend's friend— the sight of his dark hair between her legs and his arms wrapped around her legs holding them still as his tongue swipes across her clit repetitively before dipping into her vagina; his thumb applying slight pressure against the small nub between her folds causing a heating sensation to pulsate in her abdomen and start to cover every inch of her body. Her fingers loop through his soft hair and she pulls lightly, causing him to moan against her wet core; the vibrations adding to the sensations flowing through her body.
She moans as his tongue pushes further into her, the hunger to be in her evident as he uses his middle fingers to spread the wet skin apart and give his tongue better access to her vagina. He continues to move his tongue in and out of her as his lips move against the wet, exposed skin and his thumb works her clit. He can feel the muscles contract making it harder to put his tongue all the way inside her so he focuses on her clit, moving his lips up to the sensitive area and continuing to massage it with his tongue. His fingers slide into her vagina, moving rhythmically as she reaches her first orgasm of the night, his name filling the hotel room as his precum starts to make a wet patch in his boxers.
As he lets go of her legs and sits back on his knees on the carpeted floor, her limp body is spread across the bed allowing his eyes to roam over her naked body in the warmly lit room. They had managed to make it in the room before ripping their clothes off but the second they made it to the bed it's like they both lost control.
He watches her chest rise and fall, her eyes closed and her cheeks a stunning red; her hair is messily spread around her and for just a second, he doesn't think this is such a bad idea. His thoughts are soon interrupted by his throbbing cock still being restrained in his dark gray boxers, a growing patch of precum soaking them as every moment passes by. His right hand slips beneath the waistband and he grabs himself, the friction from his palm touching his erect penis sending surges of pleasure through his body—finally, some sort of contact. He moves his left hand to rest on her thigh, his thumb rubbing the milky skin softly as he watches her catch her breath.
She sits up, the sight of a beautiful man pleasuring himself with his own hand greeting her green eyes causing her to blush. She bites her lip before leaning over and kissing him, her right hand holding the back of his neck as she guides him towards her. He rises off the floor without breaking their kiss, his hand no longer in his boxers but resting on the bed beside her as he guides her to her back.
They situate themselves on the bed with her between his legs, his hard cock rubbing against her thigh as their tongues clash against each other. He pulls away from her mouth only to attach his lips to her neck, sucking the delicate skin lightly before moving further down her neck towards her hairline. He continues to apply pleasure against her thigh, his cock begging for more contact.
"You just gonna dry hump me?" She giggles, watching his ears turn red. "Or maybe I should say hump… not so dry anymore." His ears turn a deeper shade of red and her hands are on the waistband of his boxers pulling them down. He pulls away from her neck and removes them himself, tossing them on the floor.
"This better?" He asks, moving his lips to her collarbone, trailing down to her breast.
"Yeah but it would be better if you were inside me." She looks at him with doe eyes, her green irises hypnotizing him for just a second. He smiles slightly, her wit making her that more attractive. He nods, sucking her nipple harder for a few more seconds before bringing himself back to eye level with her. His right-hand positions himself at her entrance, "Fuck I don't have a condom."
"I'm on birth control. Plus you can pull out." Sakura suggests, her vagina wet and her mind screaming for his penis.
He nods.
He pushes the head in before stopping momentarily, trying to steady himself as he feels her muscles stretch around him. He pushes in further before pulling out, her natural lubricant coating his penis head and causing him to moan as he pushes into her again, this time going deeper. She's tense, her legs on either side of him and her hands grabbing onto his arms, her eyes scanning his face. He pulls out again before pushing himself all the way into her; her body relaxing as she takes his full length for the first time.
He starts to move his hips slowly, getting a rhythm down they both find pleasure in. His hands rest on either side of her head, their eyes studying each other's face for any sign of discomfort. He continues his pace, knowing he won't last long. He scrunches his eyes, trying to focus on keeping his pace consistent as he feels the tingling sensation expand and grow; her hands touch his face and he feels himself slipping into his orgasm, a moan escaping his mouth as his hot cum runs into her continuously, his movements not slowing as he continues to fill her hopelessly.
She watches him close his eyes as he finally stops moving, his body falling on top of hers. His penis still in her, he nuzzles his face into her neck. "Sorry for not pulling out." She giggles, her fingers playing with his hair.
"Your fame has grown exponentially since last tour so you'll each be assigned a bodyguard and staff members who will go anywhere and everywhere with you on free hours." She focuses back on the conversation or rather the impromptu reminders they're being given. This lifestyle is all she's known, starting as a trainee at the age of 13 thanks to her aunt— 6 years in the business and these meetings never get any less boring. She makes eye contact with him, her boss of 6 years, the man who made Tomoe who they are today. She watches the men on either side of him, their burly builds a funny contrast to his slender yet muscular build.
Her mind trails behind his words which are now faded; her memories from the night before bursting into her head, the taste of sweat touching her tongue as she recalls the third round of close proximity and young eagerness.
Her thighs rest on his abdomen, his happy trail leads her eyes down to where their bodies connect and the heat between them mix together. With each passing second, she can feel the blood flowing to his cock, causing it to grow beneath her and shamefully enough, turning her on. One arm rests under his head, the other on thigh letting his thumb caress her skin. She squirms on his hardening cock, the friction causing them both to internally moan.
There's no fabric separating their skin and he moves his dick against her bare core, causing her to squeal and fall forward onto his chest; her hands landing on his shoulders catching herself. He smirks, the closeness of their faces is exactly what he wants— he did that on purpose. She leans over and attaches her lips to the side of his chin, planting wet, sloppy kisses before moving down his neck, the tip of her tongue dragging along to his Adam's apple, sucking on it before settling on a spot just above where his shoulder and neck meet.
He moans softly, the suction of her lips and hot breath causing him to stir and move his legs and ultimately, her— the movements of her wet vagina against the length of his cock making his head spin and heart beat uncontrollably. She raises herself up and reaches between them taking his cock in her hand and rubbing the tip against her clit before slipping it into her throbbing vagina; the satisfaction of having him stretch her to a comfortable pleasure nipping at her core.
She lifts herself up then rolls down irritatingly slow, teasing the man beneath her. His hands snap to her waist, his feet anchoring down as he lifts his hips up to meet her achingly delicious yet horribly drawn-out movements. Her breasts jump with every movement, the bruises on them starting to appear darker and larger— that's him. All him.
She continues lifting herself up and dropping herself down but at a faster pace, the base of his dick colliding with her vagina as he bucks himself up to meet her in the middle. She's warm and tight, the muscles clenching around him as her eyes close and a bead of sweat forms on her brow. They continue their movements deliciously, clawing towards their own orgasms.
"I'm gonna—" He feels the tension around his penis and watches her orgasm again, the pleasure a shade of red across her face yet again. He's not far behind, his thrusts uneven and sloppy, the grip on her waist tightening as he approaches another orgasm. He intends on pulling out; lifting her off his erect penis and letting his semen run from the tip but just as he goes to lift her off, she plunges down and that thought goes out the window. She does it once more and he's moaning her name as his cum fills her up again, his body relaxing as he pulls her down on top of his chest. She snuggles into his neck, her arms wrapped around it as she listens to his breathing slow and become normal. His hand traces hearts and stars and other shapes on her back as they stay connected drenched in privacy and peaceful contentedness.
"Before I let you go, I want you to meet someone. He will be taking over as CEO in a few years and it's important for him to learn about the business from every role and angle before he does." He looks at the silver watch on his arm, the time correct, however the person is nowhere to be seen. A car horn honks, and two men approach the group; their slender builds mirroring each other. The man on the left has long black hair tied back in a low ponytail, his eyes warm and welcoming as they settle on the four girls. The other man has shorter hair that covers one eye and his broad shoulders rival one of the men dressed in black surrounding them.
Sakura stares in disbelief, her eyes wide as she eyes the man from head to toe. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Izumi staring at her feet, her cheeks flushed with a simple baby pink color.
"This is Sasuke, my youngest son. He'll be going on tour with you girls." He points to the man on the right; his hair wet from a shower he just hopped out of, his toned abs she just felt up hidden under a black hoodie with the label's logo embroidered on the left chest area. "And this is Itachi, my other son. Who's dropping by unexpectedly." Itachi bows before waving to everyone, a small smile on his face as his eyes linger on Izumi.
"I expect great things from this tour and you four." Their boss gives them all one last look before nodding and turning around, signaling some of the men to follow. Once he's gone Izumi squeals in excitement before jumping towards Itachi's open arms, his head resting on her shoulder. Sakura turns around with her arm wrapped around Tenten's, their heads pressed together.
"What. The. Fuck?!" They whisper at the same time, shocked and confused for two very different reasons.
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a/n: yes this hasn't been edited yes this was a longer fic yes I shortened it for sssmonth 23 that was 2 months ago yes im ending it here HOWEVER im leaving it like this in case I feel like actually posting the longer story …. Would anyone be interested in an idol sasusaku fic?!