Oh, What the Hell

"Oh, fuck yeah-"

"Please, ugh, yes! Right there."

Sakura wasn't sure how the fuck she ended up in this position, but she fisted her glass and chugged the rest of the bitter alcohol down with a grimace.

She was seated, uncomfortably might she add, against the front of the couch surrounded by her ragtag friend's older brother and his misfit friends with various bottles of alcohol littering the floor. Leftover pizza plates laid scattered about and random half eaten bags of chips were thrown about as the boys shouted over her head.

Sakura sighed as another bout of moaning filled the room and she rolled her eyes. Refocusing on the TV screen, Sakura grabbed the closest bottle of liquor and refilled her own glasses.

"Fuck-"

Sakura squinted her eyes at the screen. That looks a lot like Ino-

"Sakura, down in front!"

She shot a glare over her shoulder and bumped her shoulder against Kisame's knee causing him to yelp in protest.

After a rough day at the hospital, Naruto and Sasuke had treated her to a lovely evening out. They dolled her up with a cute mint crop top with a matching skirt, and even nicely paired it with a nice nude heel, before taking her out for dinner. They continued the fun by heading out to a "quiet" bar before hopping around to a few other sets of clubs.

To put it nicely, her boys had made sure she was well served. Along the way, Naruto was overserved and too drunk to continue their escapades, so Sasuke dropped her off at the apartment he shared with his brother before setting off to deposit Naruto at his residence.

Upon her arrival at the apartment, she let herself in thinking it would be quiet and she could down a few of Itachi's hidden treasures, he always has the best sake and he is always gone for work, but was pleasantly surprised to find the large three bedroom apartment filled to the brim with Itachi and his friends.

Sakura had met the group on a handful of occasions, mostly at Sasuke's family parties where she and Naruto would sneak shots of tequila to get through the night, but she never faced the group alone. She offered to excuse herself, but Itachi was a welcoming host and he made sure she found herself seated in the center of the overly charged, and awfully delicious, male group.

They were kind enough. Kisame was most familiar to her and an easy person to converse with. Kakuzu was interesting enough if you thought the stock market was "engaging", but in her drunk haze she did her best to make polite nods and noises of approval at his worldly suggestions. Deidara and Sasori were too busy debating on what angle she would best be painted at, and she opted to tune them out entirely. Hidan was way too foul mouthed for her on a typical occasion, but today was a special one, so she kept her dirty talk on par.

When they caught wind of it being her birthday is when the real fun began.

They wasted no time in pouring shots, and after four shots, she was riding the wave of bliss pretty well. At some point in the course of the evening, Hidan called her a prude, a comment she did not like at all, and coaxed her into turning on a porn.

And here she was. Uncomfortably hot and drunk.

"Please-"

Sakura squinted harder at the blonde on screen bouncing on the lap of a brunette.

"That definitely is her." Sakura mumbled leaning forward, the liquor in her glass threatening to slosh over into her lap.

Sakura rubbed her thighs together, heat pooling in her core, and she subtly tried to relieve the pressure by opting to drag her legs from underneath her to rest curled beside her.

"Who?"

Sakura whipped her head around to face her friend's older brother. When did he get that close? Sakura blinked rapidly and parted her lips.

"You recognize her, no?" Itachi inquired beneath thick, luscious lashes-

Sakura shook her head to distract herself. She did not think her best friend's brother, nor his friends were hot.

"That has to be Ino." Sakura grumbled, bringing her glass up to her lips to sip on as she turned back to the TV.

"I believe it resembles her close enough." Itachi murmured sipping on his own glass.

Sakura kept him in her peripheral as she gulped down a large sip as she watched the blonde flick her long hair over her shoulder in a tell all move.

"I knew it!" Sakura shouted at the gesture, her finger pointed at the screen.

A chorus of laughter caught her off guard and she sheepishly settled back against the couch with a shy cough. Sakura tossed her own pink locks over her shoulder and ran a shaky hand through her hair. God, since when did it get so hot in here-

She felt against her back a warm set of hands settle on the sides of her neck, and her eyes drifted closed when they worked up the tense muscle. Her suddenly heavy head dropped back onto the edge of the couch, and she sighed lightly. She slowly set her glass on the carpet beside her where she felt Itachi's warm, large hand pry it from her fingers. She didn't protest, but moaned when the appendages on her neck dug into a particularly sore spot.

The chatter in the room died down, and only the background noise of the porno could be heard. She blinked up at the ceiling only to realize another set of eyes, nice, dark eyes were peering down at her.

"Oh, Shisui, " Sakura breathed. "When did you get here?"

Sakura had recalled meeting Shisui a couple years ago back when he pulled her over for speeding. She had been very late to her clinic shift, and tried to use her connection to Sasuke to get her out of the ticket, which usually worked. He flat out refused with a cruel smirk. Later that week when she saw him at the Uchiha household summer festival, she had nearly decked him.

Since then, she hadn't been able to get rid of him.

Shisui chuckled under his breath, the heat of it brushing against her rosy cheeks. "That's all you can say after a long few weeks apart?"

Sakura huffed and reached up to swat at his face.

"I've been busy." Sakura grumbled, pulling away.

She twisted around looking for her drink before remembering whose hot hands had pried it away from her. Her lashes fluttered up to Itachi's own dark and handsome eyes, and she nearly forgot to breathe until Ino's high pitched scream almost bust her eardrums.

"That bitch isn't even here and she's still breaking glasses!"

Sakura whipped around to crawl to the other end of the couch where the TV remote laid in Hidan's lap.

"Oh, Hell no!" Hidan wrestled the remote from her searching hands and handed it off to Kakuzu who had pulled up a chair behind the couch to watch.

"Come on!" Sakura cried with a pretty pout, her hands planted firmly on Hidan's knees.

"No changing it!" Hidan barked back at Kakuzu before stuffing his hand in his chip bag.

"Hidan! I can't stand it!"

"Admit you're a prude then!"

Sakura growled, her hands fisting into the fabric of his sweatpants. Grey, tight sweatpants, she added bitterly.

"At least change the video!"

Sakura realized she was dealing with expert con artists.

"We can always opt for something more entertaining." Hidan's lecherous grin had her growling and heat expanding across her chest.

"That's it!" She launched herself up, careful not to snag her heels on the leather couch before tackling Hidan.

He screamed in surprise as he tried to move his poor chips away, but she crushed them with the weight of her body squishing the bag between their chests. She reached up to pinch his toned biceps, and he squealed trying to swat away her manicured hands. She wrestled on top of him before she pulled his earlobe harshly, her knees planted firmly on either side of his lap to hold him still.

"Cave, dammit!" She continued her onslaught as he squirmed beneath her.

He tried to cradle his chip bag away from her, and when she tugged harder on his earlobe, he bucked up into her core. She gasped in surprise at the sudden heat tingling up her spine, and she snapped straight. A mischievous grin crept across his square, chiseled jaw and she tilted away pulling her hands back to swat at him from a distance.

His purple gaze was half lidded and heavy, and she felt a bead of sweat drip down the column of her spine. She dipped back and squealed when he dropped his chip bag to the floor to grab at her wrists.

She turned vibrant, pleading green eyes to Kakuzu, who was too busy smirking comfortably from his chair. He waved the remote slowly at her mockingly, and she huffed angrily. Hidan bucked again and she squealed, clenching her thighs tightly as to not accidentally fall backwards.

"Kisame!" She begged, leaning closer to his side. "Help!"

His rumbling laughter wasn't nearly as comforting as his thick arms encircled her tiny waist to drag her across his lap. She had twisted in his arms, and sat with her back pressed tightly to his rock hard chest, her ass squeezed against a rather long and hard body part of his.

She was forever going to be embarrassed.

There was no way she was ever going to show her face here or at any family party of Sasuke's soon.

Sakura caught herself staring at the TV with heat permanently radiating from her face. She was sure her blush was spreading down her neck at this point.

Kisame's rumbling chuckle caused her to unconsciously clench her thighs tighter together. Her skirt hitched up a bit as she tried to subtlety adjust herself in his lap to not be so dangerously close to his manhood, but froze when he whispered hotly in her ear.

"You may want to stop squirming, kitten, or else it's going to get a lot harder."

Sakura gulped. How big exactly was it?!

"Oh, what the hell." Sakura spat, pressing firmly down in his lap and holding her hand out. "Pass me my drink, damn it."

Diligently, Itachi passed her glass in her awaiting hand and she downed it all quickly. A small dribble escaped the corner of her lip, and before she could wipe it up, Shisui's finger was trailing the liquor up the top of her chest with his finger to the corner of her mouth. He held his fingertip out for her and she blinked in confusion before catching Itachi's gaze. The sat frozen, Shisui wagging his finger at her.

She suddenly felt brave and gingerly lapped at Shisui's finger. He hissed in between closed teeth, and she leaned forward a bit to suck on it. She dragged her teeth lightly over his finger and wrapped her tongue around his finger all the while maintaining eye contact with Itachi.

"What the fuck."

Sakura shot back and all occupants in the room turned to find Sasuke. He was standing awkwardly in the doorway, his charcoal eyes drifting from the occupants in the room to the TV and back again. He shook his head.

"I'll sleep at Naruto's tonight."

Sasuke spun away, closing the apartment door with a harsh click.

"Oh, fuck. I'm cumming!"

"We can totally fuck on his bed."

"Shut up, Hidan!"