Affection Between Us ||SasuIchi Oneshot Booklet||

Toxic (3/3)

A/N: KagomeHonda wanted a part three as well. XD Maybe this mini series should get its own, full story??? Once more, read this while alone and with the door locked. I've yet again written a lemon. What has become of my life and shipping pair?! X"D

Mrs. Mikazuki did not look amused, but then again... Izayoi Mikazuki never really was. However, she was Ichiki's former godmother and had come all the way from Amegakure to help prepare. Tsunade Senju, Izayoi's distant cousin, clicked her tongue in irritation at the chubby faced woman and folded her arms. Chika frowned, sitting between them as they awaited her daughter to return from the dressing room. After more or less becoming a sort of second mother to the youngest two Kuran twins, Tsunade had been made their godmother and Izayoi was reasonably upset...

Chika's eyes nervously flickered to her watch, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Ichiki had inherited her long hair and blue eyes from Chika, as well as the nervous habit of biting her lip. Takehiko had given Ichiki her hair colour and general stoic nature, much to the amusement of Chika's childhood friend -- Minato Namikaze. His wife, Kushina Uzumaki, was seated next to Tsunade as there was a longtime family feud between the Uzumaki and the Mikazuki.

"What's taking her so long?" Izayoi snapped.

"Wedding dresses are complicated, cousin. Besides, I can imagine that she's a bit shy about the whole thing. What with the way that her parents found out and Sasuke and her," Tsunade rolled her eyes.

Chika smacked her forehead, darting off to find Ichiki.

Sasuke had offered to help her zipper up the back of a close fitting gown, semi- mermaid tailed with a plunging neckline and no sleeves. There was a slit on the right side that reached her upper thigh, much to Ichiki's embarrassment. Naturally, Chika was grateful that her daughter's fiancé was being proactive in his own wedding... but she'd managed to let it slip from her mind what happens whenever they're alone. She'd also forgotten that the Uchiha seemed to like to take her daughter in public places the most.

Not even bothering to knock on the dressing room door, Chika barged in and didn't bat an eye when she saw that he was balls deep inside of her daughter.

What was becoming of her life?

Ichiki's zipper was indeed done, though her breasts had slid out of the front of her gown. Sasuke had one of her legs bent over, the other planted on the ground with his arm underneath of it. The arm that was balancing her knee was wrapped around her torso, the other snuggled by her thigh. His fingers quirked a nipple as well as her lower bundle of nerves, his mouth sealed over hers as her hands gripped onto the hook on the wall to keep her balance against the wild attacks of Sasuke's forceful hips.

"M-mother!" Ichiki was horrified.

"Looks like we're buying that one," Chika closed the door, shuffling back to the lobby with pinkened cheeks.

"Well?" Kushina asked, a brow raised.

"They'll be a few moments," Chika smoothed down the edges of her skirt as she resumed her seat.

"How hard can it be to zipper a dress?" Izayoi's tone was biting.

"From the looks of it, very," Chika answered.

A moment or two later, the young couple emerged and presented the final selection to the awaiting women. Kushina nudged Chika before clearing her throats and sending a pointed look at the soon-to-be groom.

"Sasuke, your fly is undone," the redhead informed.

Both of their faces lit up, matching the hue of the Uzumaki's hair flawlessly. Ichiki sent a pointed glare at her obviously careless lover and adjusted the heap of white fabric in her arms to provide some privacy as the lad zipped his trousers, not meeting the eyes of the mothers. Sasuke followed her lead, averting his gaze and clearing his throat.

"Mikoto's son is an exhibitionist, huh?" Kushina snickered.

"That means that he shows his dick to strangers," Izayoi groaned, rolling her eyes.

"I believe the term can also be used to describe someone's sexual preference of public places," Tsunade stroked her chin.

"Please don't talk about the man that'll be marrying my daughter like that," Chika's face was now as red as theirs.

Ichiki awkwardly scratched her cheek before shuffling over to the check out to purchase her gown, Sasuke at her side. Now being at the age of twenty-one, the two were officially adults in all respects and had gotten a cute little flat together. Dutifully, every nook and cranny had seen their primal hunger for one another and Ichiki had been laid out before Sasuke's heated gaze on every surface.

Thinking about it, Ichiki trailed a slender finger over her full lips and found her appetite rearing its head once again.

After they left the boutique, the group headed over to a diner for some lunch. Kushina footed the bill, telling everyone to eat to their heart's content. Ichiki's stomach rumbled thankfully, a different type of appetite awakening within the bride-to-be. When she was assured that included her, Ichiki smiled and Sasuke's heart picked up a little. He squeezed her knee, encouraging her. But then his warmth was on her thigh, inching closer and closer to the button on her jeans. Just in time for her to take a bite out of her double bacon cheeseburger, he stealthily undid the small clasp and massaged her clothed folds.

"You really like meat, huh?" Izayoi picked at her salad.

"Y-yeah," Ichiki trembled under Sasuke's expert touch.

He ate his steak with his right hand, using the left -- his dominant one -- to plunge into her jeans and slip his fingers past her Batman panties. Ichiki buried her sounds by taking a large bite of beef, though she honestly wanted something more.

"She likes it on the thick side," he casually commented.

She let out a squeal when a finger went from probing at her entrance to snaking around inside of her cunt. Taking more of the greasy food into her mouth, Ichiki crossed her legs and tried to force out the explorative digit wrecking havoc on her mental state. Instead, a second joined the first and they borrowed deeper -- scissoring now.

"I have to use the lav," Chika excused herself.

Kushina followed, not able to hold her bladder anymore. Izayoi remained, nonchalantly drenching her lettuce with ranch dressing. Sasuke grunted, unpleased to have her around when he wanted to throw Ichiki on the table and drill into her until she was screaming his name. He quite liked it when her pleasure caused her jaw to almost unhinge, moaning his name and begging for more of his girthy length to nuzzle itself ever so deeply inside of her sacred part.

Ichiki leaned her head against his shoulder, silently pleading with him to cease his harsh treatment of her lower cavity. It was starting to become audible, her moistness squelching around his now three sinful fingers.

"Something smells," Izayoi sniffed her armpit, "I'll be right back. Don't fuck," she grabbed her purse and ran.

Worried, Ichiki looked up at Sasuke and froze. His eyes were hungry and lustful, burning into her startled gaze.

"N-no! We can't! People will see -- they'll hear!"

Edging her jeans down, he ignored her pleas and picked her up by the waist. Sasuke moved his legs so that they'd be on the outside of her hips, quickly sliding down his zipper as she continued to halfheartedly protest. Freeing his hardened member from his pants, he teasingly ran the tip of his manhood against her opening before sinking right into it like a snug hug.

"Don't move," she could smell her own arousal.

"I'll make it quick," his hips jarred upwards, so forceful that Ichiki dropped her burger.

Jetting his groin back and fourth, Sasuke grunted and bit into the back of her neck. He would've preferred if he could've removed her top to fondle her supple breasts, but he'd save that for later. Ichiki begun to buck her hips, gladly going along with his antics now. They had to make it quick, or they'd more than likely be arrested for public indecency amongst other charges.

Her walls gave a painful clench, draining him as Sasuke released himself.

Ichiki followed soon after.

And that's when the waitress briskly walked away, trying to act like she hadn't seen it all.