Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Underwear ❯ The Thrills of Underwear ( Chapter 1 )

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Underwear

by Lemon Drops/thatreevesgirl (they're both me)

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Authors Note: And why shouldn't a girl get all riled up at the sight of a smexy man in a pair of boxer-briefs? A humorous conversation which will probably lead to shorts about the wonders of male underwear. Sakura-centric

 

 

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The Thrills of Underwear

 

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“Underwear.”

 

Ino shrieked, howling with laughter at Sakura's answer.

 

“Shut-up, Ino-pig.”

 

It didn't help, Ino kept chortling, chuckling, giggling, even snorting a bit before regaining enough composure to respond to Sakura's ridiculous answer.

 

“Underwear? Your fetish…is underwear?”

 

The crease on Sakura's bountifully blessed forehead deepened, it wasn't that funny, was it?

 

“So what, you get turned on by underwear?”

 

Sakura mused at the thought, pursing her lips together in thoughtful consideration, “Men in underwear, men lounging in boxer-briefs with smug looks upon their faces, men who are half hard and you can see the fabric starting to pull a bit too tight, men slipping spry fingers into the folds of thin, protective fabric…for fucks sake, yes, I have a fucking thing for underwear.”

 

Ino smirked, “That's just plain weird.”

 

Sakura sighed, the world was far too unfair. Why couldn't she have an underwear fetish, while Naruto, Sai, Sasuke, or any other male ninja could fawn over her pretty, pink panties any day of the week, and no one thought they were strange. Damn the hypocrisy.

 

“I suppose you like the kinds with pretty pink bows and ribbons,” Ino snickered.

 

The harsh glare emanating from Sakura seeped into Ino's skin, she shuddered as Sakura explained, growling every word through gritted teeth. “Boy underwear, you buffoon, you know, boxers, briefs, or preferably boxer-briefs.”

 

“Boxer-briefs?”

 

Sakura sighed, “It's the best of both worlds, tight, but not too snug or too short, and they're damn sexy.”

 

“So, boxer-briefs?”

 

Sakura paused, thought, considered, then grumbled a sharp, “Yes, definitely boxer-briefs.”

 

“Who have you seen in boxer-briefs? Don't tell me our virginal little princess Sakura has been whoring it out on the side.”

 

Sakura felt like choking Ino, reaching the three feet to where her friend was sitting, and strangling the ever-loving life out of her. “Just because I like men in underwear, doesn't make me a whore. I'm on a team with three, well four men, and you can't tell me you haven't seen Choji or Shikamaru in their underwear.”

 

Ino giggled, “Yes, but I wasn't the one who mentioned something about half-hard men in her aforementioned fetish rant. I think that qualifies you to be bumped from prude status at the very least.”

 

Red, flushed skin ran rampant over Sakura, taking hold of every bit of exposed skin as she blushed furiously at the thought. “Fucking Naruto gets hard all the time, I can't help it if I peek.”

 

“You peek at Naruto, that's cute. Is he big?”

 

Sakura wasn't having this conversation, truly she wasn't. “He's kinda big, I guess…what qualifies as big?”

 

Ino snickered, “Depends on what you like. Some girls don't like it too big.”

 

That did not answer Sakura's question, and now she was wholly confused.

 

“Did you expect me to give you a number?”

 

Sakura shook her head yes, not wanting to verbalize anything else in this exchange of complete and utterly embarrassing weirdness.

 

“Seven is good, but eight…eight or more is big.”

 

“He's good.”

 

Ino chuckled, “Not big?”

 

Sakura glared at the blonde woman again, “No, not big, just good.”

 

“But he was only half-hard, right?”

 

“He was masterbating in the woods! Are you happy now?”

 

Ino wiped amused tears from her eyes, “Yeah, because he was probably wanking it to thoughts of you.”

 

Sakura's jaw dropped, completely and wholly unhinged itself and plunked onto the floor. “He…what? Thinking of…me? Fuck.”

 

“He is one hot little number these days, blond hair, blue eyes, sexy smirk, a chest that you could…”

 

“Ino-pig, stop, just fucking stop.” Sakura couldn't take much more, the thought of Naruto, her teammate nonetheless, was…well, Sakura supposed she liked that thought too much.

 

“Sasuke's going to be jealous, Sai too, maybe even Kakashi,” Ino teased. The men of team seven were enamored with their little pink-haired goddess as of late, it was something completely obvious to most outside observers. Naruto had always wanted her, Sai…well he was just horny, Sasuke had been saved by her and Naruto, and Kakashi was the biggest pervert to come out of Konoha since Jiraiya.

 

“I'm going to kill you.”

 

“Nah, you won't. So what kind of underwear does Kakashi-sensei wear?” Ino queried, she had to admit, the thought of the copy-nin half naked truly intrigued the blonde.

 

“Boxers.”

 

Ino decided to poke more fun at Sakura, “Not boxer-briefs?”

 

“No, not bo…I hate you.”

 

“How about Naruto, Sasuke, and Sai?”

 

Sakura was done with this conversation, there was little more she wished to discuss on the topic, so she gave an overly-done `hrumph' and folded her arms in defiance.

 

“I'll tell you what Shika and Choji wear. I bet you'd like to know, seeing as you're the one with the underwear fetish.”

 

Sakura rolled her eyes, damn her weakness, damn it, damn it, damn it. “Sai wears briefs, Naruto and Sasuke both wear boxer-briefs.”

 

Ino nodded knowingly, “Now I know why you like them so much, and for graciously sharing your personal underwear-related reconnaissance, you'll be happy to know that Choji wears boxers and Shika wears briefs, but maybe I'll buy a pack of those boxer-briefs for their birthdays.”

 

Sakura locked that information away, storing it for another time and another place, preferably a long lonely night in her apartment when she was devoid of human contact (save her own).

 

“Ino-pig, have you…have you done it?”

 

The confused, yet amused look which graced Ino's face spoke of the great disbelief of how innocent Sakura was, even though she had something as kinky as an underwear fetish. “You mean sex?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Ino nodded, “Yeah, a few times, Shika's a horny bastard, though he doesn't seem like it.”

 

“Just Shikamaru?”

 

“Yep, just Shika, though I don't think I'm his only partner.” Ino sighed, she knew she wasn't, stupid sand twit.

 

“Does that bother you?”

“No,” Ino lied. “So who are you considering? You are obviously considering someone.”

 

Sakura watched Ino quirk her eyebrows, then waggle them suggestively, it actually reminded her of Naruto, because it was something he would do. “Um, I don't know…but probably one of my guys.”

 

“My guys? You mean someone from team seven?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

The conversation lulled, a silence washing over them. Sakura looked far too embarrassed and withdrawn to continue. Ino smirked, “I'll help you, let's find you someone, so you actually get some practical experience with that fetish of yours.”

 

Sakura blushed, then nodded.

 

“Alright then, boxer, briefs, or boxer-briefs…a tough decision it is.”

 

 

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END OF CHAPTER

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End of Chapter A/N's: I don't know where the hell this came from…a weird place…hmph. It doesn't help that I think boxer-briefs are the smexiest things EVER, could you tell? XD