Forced Marriage

Chapter 8

13 days before the wedding

I woke up to strange sounds coming from the kitchen. Not the pleasant sounds of a fiance cooking their lover a meal. No, it was the sounds of what two lovers should be making the night of their honeymoon.
Seriously? Morning sex? In my house? In my kitchen? I was pissed and disgusted. Who wouldn't be, I make my ramen in there, with that thought I jumped out of bed fighting the urge to run in there and drag the Uchiha by his hair.
'Just ignore it Naruto, it shouldn't last too long' is what I thought an hour ago, apparently it shows how much knowledge I lack when it comes to the sex department. Still isn't this too long? I always heard my mom make jokes about how my dad couldn't last longer than 5 minutes, of course I know she isn't serious especially since she only says things like that when she's mad but id expect 30 minutes not a whole fucken hour.
"Oh Sasuke! Thats the spot!"
'Disgusting' why couldn't he do this when I wasn't here? What a disgusting, annoying, selfish, bastard.'
I say that yet I have to admit I'm jealous, I wish I could do it, but not just in general, I wish I could do it with itachi, my longest and only crush in existence.
I'm not a pervert I swear, there are very few times when I think things like this, but hearing that girl getting railed, she makes it sound amazing.
I wish I could be railed by itachi, I wish he could touch me, and kiss me, just love me.
Knowing him he would be gentle, he would whisper things in my ear and make sure I'm enjoying myself.
He would call me naru in a groan and I would scream his name.
"Ah shit" shaking myself from my day dream I come to the realization that I had a problem. I swear I'm not a pervert, I might have these thoughts but in no way could I ever reanact this in real life. Laying flat on my bed I cover my eyes and reach my hand into my pants, "this should be okay since Sasuke was fucking in the kitchen."
Gripping my hand around my member a chill goes through my body as the coldness from my hand slowly dissappears into warmth. I slowly do the simple motion of up and down, continously, letting out a groan every few seconds. "Itachi" I say in a low whisper, I was enjoying myself, that is until I heard my door open.
Sitting up immediately, I'm faced with a dark haired Uchiha, and sadly it's not the one I want to fuck.
He stares at my face then to my crotch then back at me, crossing his arms he says "where you jerking off?".
"No shit Sherlock, oh I wonder what gave it away? My pink tinted face? Or the fact that my hand is literally chilling in my pants?!"
His eyes widened making me realize what I said, classic Naruto, can't keep his mouth shut for shit.
"No uhh what I mean to say is-" I stubble with my words, there's not much I can say in a situation where I've been caught red handed, ehh dick handed?
Okay Naruto no more of your stupid jokes this is serious be serious.
"Don't tell me that the sounds of me banging some whore turned you on?"
He smirked and got closer to my face, if I wasn't blushing from embarrassment before well I certainly am now.
"No actually I was imagining something else" I looked away hoping that would somehow help the shame.
His hand gripped my thigh as he brought his mouth next to my ear "who knew that you where such a perv?"
Pushing me onto the bed I shout "I'm not a perv" even though I know damn well my actions say different.
Sasuke was hovering on top of me with his knew in between my legs.
We stared at eachother for a moment when he grabbed my erection through my clothes, making me moan slightly.
"Naruto if you wanted to be fucked like a whore you should've just asked." He pulled up my shirt and licked from my stomach to my nipples, he licked and sucked them making me moan "S-Sasuke".
"I knew you where a whore from the moment I saw you". The pleasure I had once felt vanished and I sat up pushing Sasuke off, fortunately making him fall onto the floor. "What the fuck Nar-"
I was so mad that I tried to shout but I was so embarrassed that my eyes filled with tears. "Don't ever call me a whore when you know damn well that your the only whore in this house. Don't ever touch me or talk to me like that again or else I'll stab you while you sleep!"
I ran to the bathroom slamming the door. How could I let him touch me like that, why did it feel so good even though I know it's so wrong?

Okay nobody told me summer would be so busy. Even so it's been so long since I've written so I apologize if my writing is a little off I need to get use to it again. I know this chapter was definitely different but I hope you guys liked it ❤️