Sasuke didn't like it at all.
There was nothing to like about it. The smell of Sakura's sex was off-putting, the taste of it even more so, a strange tang that almost had his tongue recoiling. Her pubic hairs tickled his cheek, the urge to pull off and scratch his skin mounting with each second as Sasuke ran his tongue tentatively through her folds. Sakura's arousal was slimy on his tongue, like a strange gloss coating his lips, a shudder running down his spine.
It was worse than a kiss with too much tongue and spit.
"What the hell are you doin'?"
Sasuke, somewhat relieved, quickly moved his head away from Sakura's cunt, using the back of his arm to wipe his mouth clean.
He glared at Naruto, who dared to glare back.
"I'm doing exactly as you said."
"No, not even close, asshole. First of all, you gotta get in there, really get your mouth on her pussy. None of this pansy shit with only the tip of your tongue out. And if you're just gonna use your tongue like that at least go for her clit, fuck!"
"Don't yell at Sasuke-kun," Sakura scolded Naruto, still lying back on the bed, her head craning to watch them. "He's trying his best."
Heat rose to Sasuke's cheeks. It was embarrassing, the way Sakura found the need to defend him like a mother might protect a child from a disciplinary father.
Naruto snorted, his narrowed eyes landing on Sakura. "So, you're sayin' he was doin' well? Close to makin' you come?"
The pregnant pause was like a slap to Sasuke's face, and he wondered how poorly he had done if Sakura didn't immediately reject Naruto's remarks.
"Just be nicer to him," she said, her gaze flickering to him, emerald eyes soft and encouraging.
Sakura's non-answer made bile rise to his throat, the way she was babying him made him ill.
Naruto chuckled beside him, shaking his head before running a hand short blonde hair, eyes still focused on Sakura.
Focused on Sakura's cunt.
It was a hungry, devouring look, one no man other than Sasuke himself should be directing toward Sakura. Flames of anger, disgust, and lust licked down his core, Sasuke's cock twitching against his boxers, precum sticking to the material.
"Why, um, why don't you give Sasuke-kun an example of how to do it."
Sasuke bit his lip, breathing slowly through his nose, trying to quell the rage at his wife's tone, a sort of saccharine that was trying to hide the eagerness beneath it.
Naruto chuckled, daring to glance at Sasuke, his lips stretched in a lazy and arrogant smirk that Sasuke wanted to slap off.
"What d'ya say, Sasuke? I mean you're the one supposed ta be practicin' today…"
The sheepish guilt in Sakura's gaze was like a boulder, crushing his back, but the worst was she made no attempt to recant or change her mind.
Sasuke pooled chakra behind his eyes, his vision spinning, Sharigan coming to life.
"Only once, Naruto," Sasuke gritted through clenched teeth.
His smirk grew wider, but he made no other remark, instead focusing on Sasuke's wife. He crawled toward the edge of the bed, Sasuke making space for him, Sakura's hips wiggling with anticipation.
Naruto ran his large hands over Sakura's feet, gripping her slim ankles and directing them over his muscular shoulders, his face hovering right above her cunt.
"Watch closely, Sasuke," Naruto said, though his focus was completely on Sakura now, leaning down and kissing her clit.
Sasuke's wife gasped and shuddered, a stronger reaction than the entire time Sasuke had been servicing her.
"Oh, oh, yes!"
Sasuke watched with a pit in his stomach, his cock throbbing so much he palmed himself to try and ease the ache.
Precum gushed from his tip as he watched Naruto feasting on his wife.
He couldn't understand it, made such little sense to him how Naruto went down on Sakura so enthusiastically. If it weren't for his Sharingan flared, watching every minute detail, he would have suspected Naruto to be faking it, but his body language was authentic.
Fingers gripping tight onto his wife's thighs, mouth greedy against her cunt, nose pressed down on her mound.
Their eyes locked to each other, like Sasuke didn't even exist.
An ache blossomed in his chest, running down his stomach, pooling in his pelvis, his cock harder than diamond.
"Yes, yes, just like that," Sakura whined, one hand reaching down to cup the back of Naruto's head, her hips rolling, grinding Naruto's face against her.
Naruto moaned into Sakura's pussy, eyes fluttering down as he lapped her folds, sucking on her lips, then taking her clit into his mouth, sucking hard enough that his cheeks hollowed.
"Ohmigod, ohmigod, Naruutooo!"
Sasuke knew he should be focusing on Naruto's actions, but he was caught off guard by the needy, desperate nature of it, how Naruto was eating Sakura's pussy like it was his last meal.
Like he'd die if his mouth wasn't attached to Sakura's cunt.
Sasuke, like he was hypnotized by the scene in front of him, began stroking himself, as gently as possible, underneath his boxers.
Sakura whined, when Naruto pulled off for a moment, murmuring with a deep, raspy voice, "Your pussy tastes so fuckin' good, Sakura-chan."
"Fuck, oh fuck, N-Naruto." Sasuke grimaced at the tone of Sakura's voice, low and needy.
Then it was high and lewd when Naruto flattened his tongue, slow strokes that seemed to cover her entire pussy.
Sasuke wanted badly to believe Naruto was lying. He had just been there himself, tasted the same thing, smelled the same cunt, and he could barely manage to dip his tongue in…how was Naruto so satisfied — no, so eager to go down on Sakura?
The sounds he made were almost vile, filthy and pornographic, Sakura's pussy so wet Sasuke heard whenever Naruto had to slurp it down, chin bobbing when he swallowed. Always right back to it, switching between teasing Sakura's clit and running his tongue over her folds.
Worse was Sakura herself, body writhing from the pleasure Naruto was inflicting on her. Emerald eyes wide, as if she were the one with the Sharingan, watching Naruto so intently trying to burn the image of him into her brain.
Mouth lax, moaning, panting, whining — so different from the awkward words of encouragement she said when Sasuke was the one on her.
It was humiliating.
Precum stained his fingers as he jerked himself harder.
Sasuke was supposed to be focusing on Naruto, on how he was using his mouth and tongue to elicit such pleasure from his wife…but she was too attractive like this. Her face flushed, her body near trembling in a way Sasuke knew he'd never seen before, at least not by his own hands.
Hips rolling, tongue lolled out, eyes gleaming with lust — he couldn't look away, his Sharingan spinning.
Sakura's head tilted back, her stomach clenching and thighs quivering.
Sasuke's mouth went dry, throat tight, balls tightening.
"Oh, Naruto, Naruto, ngh fuck! I'm gonna come, you're making me come — nooo, why?!"
Sakura wailed, like she was watching a loved one being cremated, Naruto pulling off her cunt and leaving her orgasm for dead.
Naruto's face was stained with Sakura's arousal. His tanned skin shined with it, reaching all the way to his lowest whisker marks, and dripping down to his chin. He grinned, licking his lips in a lascivious manner, turning his eyes onto Sasuke, after what had seemed like hours going down on his wife.
"Oh, sorry 'bout that, Sakura-chan. But it's not about you or me today, right? We gotta teach Sasuke how to eat some pussy. Why don't you finish her off Sasuke?"
"What?" Sasuke flinched, removing his hands from his boxers, eyes blinking back to normal.
Naruto's arrogant smirk plastered across his face, gaze flitting over Sasuke's sticky hand.
Sasuke turned to look at his wife —
Sasuke swallowed down bitter bile, her expression distraught.
She knew, he knew, that motherfucker Naruto knew, Sasuke wouldn't be able to make Sakura come, not today, not from cunnilingus.
"I mean you were watchin', weren't you, go ahead, it'll be easy with your eyes…or were you too busy tuggin' your little cock to please your wife, huh?"
The heat that flushed over his body must have been from the pits of hell itself, Sakura mumbling from the bed, "Naruto…don't be mean to Sasuke-kun."
Mother defending her child, once again.
Bile in his throat, once again.
"Fine, Sakura-chan ask him to eat your sweet pussy out and make you come. I'll sit back here 'nd watch."
Naruto rolled back onto his haunches, moving away from Sakura.
"Wait! Stop."
Sasuke's heart sank, Naruto's grin grew.
Sakura offered Sasuke a guilty glance before focusing on Naruto.
"Sasuke-kun, he doesn't need to learn everything today…you can s-show him how to make me come and then he can practice next time."
"Oooohhhh," Naruto stretched the sound for ages, "Never thought about it like that, what do you think, Sasuke?"
Amaterasu, one word to burn the shit eating grin off Naruto's face. To melt skin off bone.
Sasuke closed his eyes, breathing deeply to settle himself. "Make my wife come, Naruto."
Her moans, Sasuke thought to himself, as Naruto kissed and sucked her clit, forcing her into an orgasm that rocked her entire body, made it all worth it.
Even if they were so much deeper and more depraved than he was used to — more like a porn actress than his loving wife.
The smell of the room was too real, sweat and female arousal.
Sakura's limp body, foot still twitching, was too real.
Naruto, crouched by his wife, a massive tent in his pants...no the stimulation of it all was too real to mistake it for the charade of a designed porn production.
Naruto stood up from the ground, reaching for his pants.
"What are you doing?" Sasuke asked, standing up himself in shock.
"Y'know, Sasuke, I think it's time for you to step out for a lil while. Your wife needs to be taken care of."
"What?! We didn't agree to this today."
Sasuke glanced at Sakura, expecting her to chirp in agreement.
Her arm rested on her forehead, green eyes meeting his, before they settled on Naruto's bulge.
Sasuke wanted to scream. Why?! Naruto's cock wasn't even out yet, and she looked at it with such hunger.
The worst part was she remained silent, his wife who would have his back no matter the issue, silent.
Sasuke nearly fell to his knees, the urge to retch overwhelming.
"Oi." Sasuke turned back to Naruto, his glare fierce. "Get out."
One word, the same way he'd make black flames engulf Naruto, one word and he could also have Naruto exiting his house, Sakura in Sasuke's grasp, unsullied by another man's cock.
That was the power of the safe word.
He glanced at his wife, who ignored him, her sights set on Naruto alone. And he walked out the door of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Sasuke rested his forehead against the door, pulling his sensitive cock from his underwear, stroking it softly as he imagined what Naruto was doing with his wife just beyond it.
The sounds, they helped.
Naruto's animalistic grunts and Sakura's high moans. The bed frame creaking, the headboard slamming against the wall, flesh slapping against flesh violently.
His wife and bestfriend, the two most important people in his life, fucking.
"I'm coming, oh Naruto please, don't stop! Yes, yes, coming!"
And Sasuke did too, two pumps and a gasp, a pathetic jet of semen staining the wood grain of his door, cock shriveling in his palm.
Sasuke leaned against the door, eyes blurry with unshed tears, his chest aching more than his cock.
But the sounds from beyond the door didn't stop, and so Sasuke didn't either, tugging his cock, wishing it were him giving Sakura all this pleasure.