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Wearing a pretty set of lingerie will give you a huge boost in confidence, according to Ino at least. Sakura is willing to try anything at this point, so she went and bought a light green lace bra and a matching set of panties. The color is meant to be alluring and matches the color of her eyes, according to the store clerk at least.

She is on a journey to get Sasuke’s adoration. Past experiences have taught her not to be so open about her feelings to prevent herself from appearing to off-putting. Yet, nothing she has done so far has worked, which is why she has resorted to such scandalous methods. An accurate description of her current behavior would be ‘desperate’ or ‘obsessive,’ but she’s past caring. This needs to end, one way or the other.

Sakura takes a deep breathe to calm herself before knocking on the door of her teammates family home. The time is 17:54, meaning that she arrived at the perfect time for the Uchiha’s dinner meant to celebrate everyone on team seven earning their ranks as Jounin.

Mikoto wears a smile when she opens the door and lets Sakura in. Complementing how pretty she looks despite her not having done anything with her appearance and wearing a plain Jounin uniform. The blush creeping up her cheeks might be from the older woman’s kindness or from how dirty she feels coming to a family dinner with impure intentions.

The Uchiha estate is so familiar to Sakura that she might even call it her second home at this point. Navigating through the identical hallways was a challenge the first times she visited, but now she knows them like the back of her hand.

Finding her way to the dining room is easy. Sasuke is sitting on a stool, elbow resting on his knee and looking aloof as usual. Fugaku, his father, is sitting opposite of him. She takes a seat beside her teammate and flashes a big smile, and he returns her gesture with half a smile. Making her heart skip a few beats.

The dinner table is set for five people, Sasuke’s parents and team seven. Kakashi had to cancel, claiming he can’t come tonight because he’s taking care of a family emergency.

Mikoto comes out of the kitchen, carrying a bowl of stew and sets it down on the table. It looks to made out of root vegetables and bits of beef, Sakura is reminded of hungry she is when her stomach growls. The Uchiha matriarch always makes delicious meals, and this will no doubt be different.

The sound of knocking lets everyone know that Naruto is here, arriving just in time. Sasuke volunteers to go and let him in and his loud shouts fill the house the instant he steps inside the door.

“Sorry for almost being late!” Naruto apologizes profusely before taking a seat next to Sakura, who shakes her head at her teammate’s antics. No one could have foreseen that the lonely boy prone to lashing out would grow up to become a man who lights up every room he enters. He has come so far, they all have. That’s the reason they are here to celebrate.

“Well, I think it’s time to eat now that everyone’s here.” Mikoto announces to her guests and family. Removing the lid from the pot and proceed so serve everyone at the table.

Naruto digs into is food without waiting, which earns him a scolding from Sasuke. His parents have gotten used to the Uzumaki’s wild behavior and aren’t offended by it anymore. Sakura tries to not let it show how impatient she is by not eating the food to fast. Desperate to get past dinner and have a chance for some alone time with Sasuke while they are drinking tea.

The dinner goes by without a hitch, other than the awkward small talk that every get together like this somehow requires. A simple question from Mikoto regarding their plans for the future turned into a rant about how Naruto’s going to be Hokage one day. Which then evolved into a lengthy discussion of whether he’s worthy of Obito’s position or not.

Sasuke’s mostly saying teasing remarks for old times’ sake rather than making any valid points like his father is doing. Sakura is fine with not participating, instead sitting on the sidelines, enjoying her food.

An hour has passed when Mikoto finally hints that she would appreciate help with cleaning up the dishes. Naruto bounces at the opportunity to be of service while Sakura volunteers to help make tea. Sasuke is less enthusiastic about helping with the dishes, but he does it regardless.

Fugaku excuses himself to go run some paperwork by the Hokage tower, politely thanking them for a pleasant evening. His son’s teammates say their goodbyes as Sakura carries a tray of cups and a tea pot out to the tearoom.

Team seven settle down to drink their tea while Mikoto retires to the bedroom, making sure to remind them not to get too loud and crazy. A warning that isn’t as necessary like it was during their Genin days.

Sasuke opens sliding door to let in some fresh air into the stuffy room. The sun is setting on this late May evening, taking the daylight warmth along with it. The pretty colors of the sunset reflect so beautifully on the water of the koi pond.

Sakura brings the cup to her lips, the pleasant taste of green tea helps her forget about the uncomfortable undergarments she’s currently wearing. Naruto has to be told to keep his voice down multiple times by both her and Sasuke while he’s in the middle of telling an outrageous story.

She sneaks a glance the Uchiha every now and then, gaining a reading on his mood as she is waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. Luck seem to be on her side tonight as she doesn’t have to wait very long for the right moment.

“Nature’s calling, I’ll be back in a few!” Naruto says before stumbling towards the direction of the bathroom, leaving his teammates alone. Sakura shuffles towards Sasuke, this is the chance she have been waiting for, she can’t let it slip by now.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Sakura says while leaning closer, her voice sounding weak and small, so very unlike her. The object of her affection turns his head to look at her, wearing a blank expression on his face. “Sasuke, I-”

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite team of genin I see over there!” A voice call out that interrupts the start of Sakura’s confession and makes her pull back. She twists her head to where the voice came from so she can stare down the pesky newcomer and her day takes a swan dive for the worst.

From the opposite side of the garden comes Itachi and Shisui, the two people Sakura could do without tonight. They’re guaranteed to keep her from speaking alone with Sasuke again this evening if they stick around. The former isn’t so bad all things consider, he’s been pleasant dealing with the few times they have spoken. Sakura’s issues lies with their elder cousin.

Shisui has a reputation for being rather promiscuous, changing partners as frequently as one would change clothes. A serial heartbreaker and a known homewrecker. His wicked charm and good looks keep them coming back for more. He’s everything Sakura’s mother warned her about, everything a good girl like her shouldn’t want.

Sex should only happen between two people who are married, and you must remain pure until your wedding day. No man would ever want damaged goods after all, according to her mother’s teachings.

Sakura has committed herself to staying pure, going as far as never having played with herself. Because she is a good girl and men like Shisui only want to deceive her, to divert her from the rightful path.

“Actually, we’re all Jounin now that Naruto passed his exam.” She says sheepishly as the pair comes out to the patio. Trying to hide how she’s silently fuming over the chance she worked so hard for slipping in between her fingers. Shisui gives her a brief look that she can’t quite decipher.

“Is that so… Where is he anyway?” He doesn’t need to wait for an answer to his question as footsteps too noisy for a Jounin can be heard closing in on them. Naruto is still fumbling with his belt when he returns from the bathroom, his eyes lighting up in excitement when he sees the two older Uchihas.

“Hi guys! Nice seeing you here, take a look at this!” He beams as he is showing his new Jounin vest, that has somehow gotten really dirty despite only receiving it this morning. Both Itachi and Shisui gives Naruto genuine congratulations, patting him on the back for a job well done.

The trio sits down beside Sasuke and start talking about Naruto’s exam in detail. Sakura tunes out their conversation and takes a sip out of her cup, the tea having gone cold. Getting lost in her thoughts to the sound of running water coming from the koi pond.

This evening hasn’t been a complete waste, since Sakura has concluded that fancy underwear doesn’t increase your confidence. Instead doing the complete opposite in making her more insecure and dirtier. Not to mention the yucky stickiness that have gathered between her thighs.

“Hey Sakura-chan, are you even listening?” Naruto’s exclaims, bringing Sakura out of her self-pitying thoughts. His face is so close to hers that they’re nearly touching, an eyebrow raised.

“Sorry, my mind was somewhere else.” Sakura responds, not bothering with trying to pretend that she was listening.

“We’re going to go spar, you coming?” Naruto repeats himself before standing up to his full height. Looking up, Sakura can see that the others are standing around, waiting for an answer.

Sparring could help with getting rid of the awful feeling, but a cold shower would also suffice. Then there’s still two medical reports that needs to be done by tomorrow and she doesn’t feel like fulling an all-nighter again.

“I’ll have to take care of a couple things before bed. So I can’t join you guys, sorry!” Sakura says apologetically before uttering her good-byes and making her exit while simultaneously ignoring Naruto’s big pout.

The sun have disappeared behind the horizon by the time Sakura has left the Uchiha district. She waves to a single officer standing guard a few meters from the gate before continuing her way home.

Jumping across rooftops would be faster but Sakura decides to take a different route home. A long walk will help clear her head, something she desperately needs right now. The sunlight may be gone but the village sure isn’t ready to sleep just yet.

Sakura is walking down a busy street when she passes by a group of men who are in the process of bar hoping, judging by the faint stench of alcohol and stagger to their walk. At age twenty it’s entirely legal for her to drink but she chooses not to. Alcohol is bad for your health and impede your judgement, making it easier for others to take advantage of you.

‘I don’t want to wake up bent over somewhere with no recollection of how I got there and with a man’s filth running down my thighs like mother warned me about.’

The crowd is getting a bit too much, so Sakura adverts her path into a nearby alley way. Its poorly illuminated and she really shouldn’t be going down an isolated road alone. A full-fledged Jounin like her have nothing to fear, and she doesn’t need to tell anyone where she has been since she live alone.

The audible thud noise causes Sakura to jump, her back slamming against the fence and fists raised in a protective stance. Her hands falls to her sides when she sees Shisui standing in front of her all casually, as if he didn’t almost send her to go into cardiac arrest.

“You scared me.” Sakura barks at him, trying to calm her beating heart. She’s backed into a wall and he’s standing a bit too close for comfort. There’s no one else around in this secluded alley accept for the two of them. The sound coming from the main street is barely audible over the pounding in her ears.

“Sorry! Sasuke and Naruto thought you acted a little odd earlier and asked me to come check on you.” Shisui says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head and flashes a cheeky smile. While still lingering within her personal space.

Men like Shisui have a habit of distorting the truth to better suit their ambitions, therefore Sakura must take everything he says with a grain of salt. Otherwise she risk getting herself charmed into his bed.

“I’m fine, just a little exhausted from work that’s all.” Her voice falters a bit when she utters the words. Shisui’s closeness is to blame as he has decreased the distance between them, standing close enough to touch but not close enough to cage her in.

The intensity of his gaze leave Sakura speechless, she wants to advert her eyes but is unable to look away. A twitch of a smirk comes and goes on his lips, igniting something filthy within her that she immediately wants to repress.

“You can’t fool me sweetheart. The boys may be to oblivious to notice but I can see what has been bothering you.” Shisui states with a level of certainty that makes her knees weak.

“Oh really? Tell me then.” Sakura demands, summoning a bit of confidence behind her words. Taking the bait with the hopes that she’ll prove him wrong and bruise his ego, if only just by a little.

“You’re sexually frustrated, plain and simple.” Shisui’s statement startles her the same way her alarm clock does when it goes off in the morning. Suddenly she feels disoriented and out of breath. She should have taken the fast route home, she now realizes.

Sakura must be blushing because his smirk arrives in full force this time. The smugness radiating of him as he silently gloats in being able to throw her off balance so easily. Waiting for her to try to wiggle herself out of this predicament.

“Yo-you are wrong.” What was meant as a loud declaration of Sakura’s modesty comes out as a kitten weak mess of words. Shisui’s not convinced and instead takes a step forward so their bodies are almost touching, his hands are stuffed in his pockets.

Sakura isn’t sure as to why, maybe he wants her to feel like she has an out. Or perhaps he’s just messing with her, not wanting to do anything inappropriate at all. Shisui leans in and she shudders when his warm breathe can be felt against her neck.

“Sex is entirely natural and there’s no shame in wanting it, no matter what you’ve been lead to believe. ” He whispers into Sakura’s ear and her eyes widens in shock. ‘How can he possibly know about that, he shouldn’t, unless…’ 

“You been stalking me.” She accuses Shisui, who has pulled back to look her in the eyes. Her allegation makes him chuckle.

“I’ll admit that I’ve an unhealthy habit of watching people who catch my interest, which you seem to have done a lot recently.” He confesses with a lopsided grin, and she is stunned for words.

His statement throws Sakura for a loop, she knows how much of a flirt the man is and how his words most likely means nothing in the long run. Love is all a game to him, a game he can play so well that he can do it with his eyes closed.

Still, he has her conflicted, not sure what to think of him. The logical part is screaming for her to not fall for his charm, while the butterflies in her belly and heat in between her thighs says to take the leap.

Her curiosity gets the better of her this time.

“Why me?” Sakura asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Not caring if the desperation for validation is visible in her eyes. The late spring breeze travels through the alley, making her shiver. Shisui reaches to tug a stray lock of her that was dislodged by the wind back behind her ear.

“I’m intrigued by your deep need to please, always doing the extra for your patients, friends, and others around you. Especially if it means you’ll get the praise you so desperately crave.” Shisui says and Sakura cannot argue against what he said because it’s true.

There is a rooted want within her to be of service to others, an internal drive so strong that it sets her apart from her colleagues and friends alike. A personality trait that was sharpened by her desire to prove everyone that she wasn’t weak anymore.

“And why exactly are you so fascinated by me wanting to help others?” Sakura utters the question with a tang of venom, in an attempt to hide how hot he makes her body feel. Shisui leans in, stopping right before their lips touch.

“I want to know your limit, see how far you’re willing to push yourself to please me.” He admits against her lips. Her heart sinks and her thighs clamp together at his confession.

“So, you only got bad intentions for me.” Sakura concludes with her eyes narrowed, the words taste dry and bitter on her tongue.

“Me, bad intentions? No, I only want to set you free.” Shisui laughs, his raspy tone leave behind a wicked promise in the air as he disappear into the night. The ghost of a kiss can be felt on her lips.

The lingerie were thrown deep into Sakura’s closet to be forgotten and the medical reports didn’t get done until the crack of dawn.

*****

The white corridors of the hospital and smell of disinfectant always bring a certain calm to Sakura’s state of being. This is her playing field, this is where she makes a real difference. ‘Where she pleases others,’ the words echoes in the back of her mind as she prepares her office for the next patient.

Three days have passed since that cursed encounter with Shisui and Sakura has been unable to get his words out of her head. He has successfully planted himself into her consciousness to the point where she had trouble sleeping and she despises him for it. Still, the mischievous promise of ‘setting her free’ has her more intrigued than she is willing to admit.

The sound of knocking pulls Sakura out of her thoughts and she throws a quick glance at the clock hanging above it, reading 06:59. ‘Amazing how the both of them can make it in time nowadays.’ Raising to her feet, she opens the door to let Obito and Kakashi in, the latter carrying her intended patient in a baby harness.

Rin Uchiha is a bubbly eight-months-old girl who are her fathers’ pride and joy. With dark eyes and unruly black hair tied back in twin tails, she is the exact image of her biological dad. She got her surrogate mother’s nose though.

“Good morning sensei, Hokage-sama. What brings the three of you to my office today?” Sakura already knows the reason for their visit today but says the normal curtsies anyways for routines sake. She gestures for them to take a seat while she sits down in her chair by her desk.

“Rin’s been coughing up a storm the last three days and she’s got a stuffy nose.” Obito begin to list her symptoms and Sakura writes it down in her notepad.

“Does she have a fever, any kind of a rash?” She can see Rin making a fuss and giving Kakashi a hard time in the corner of her eye. Can’t blame her though, she must be really uncomfortable.

“She had a high fever but it has since gone down and there’s something akin to a rash on her chest.” Kakashi interjects as he is putting a pacifier into Rin’s mouth, only for it comes shooting out moments later.

Sakura has always wanted a family of her own for as long as she can remember. A couple of kids to fill the house with laughter and mischief and a dotting husband who she had saved herself for. A crystal-clear image that has only recently been tarnished by a certain individual.

“Well, let’s have a look. If you could be so kind to put Rin on the examination table over there and remove her shirt for me please.” She says her instructions and gets up on her feet and goes over to the steel table.

Kakashi unhooks Rin from the harness and sets her down upright on the table, her hot pink shirt goes over her head with minimal protest. Small pink spots cover the center of her chest, giving Sakura a distinct idea of what she’s dealing with. She takes her temperature just to be safe and is delighted when the display shows no sign of a fever.

“Good news, it looks like Rin’s got a mild case of roseola and the worst part is over. I can treat the rash but you have to wait for the other symptoms to go away on their own.” Sakura explains and the two men let out a combined sigh of relief.

She gets to work, summoning cooling chakra into her hands to inject into Rin to ease any discomfort. The little girl stops fidgeting immediately once the soothing chakra enters her body.

“Aw, does that make you feel better little tulip?” Kakashi coos, moving his hand to pet Rin on the hand but she swipes his hand away. Making her sensei pout under his mask and Obito lets out a cackle.

“What can I say, she got my attitude.” Obito is practically beaming with pride, hands on his hips and chest puffed out. The Hokage’s husband is a lot less amused.

Sakura faces away from the couple as they start to bicker, a tiny smile grows on her lips. It’s funny how two married men in their mid-30s can go at it like they’re fresh graduates of the academy. Trading childish insults at each other is part of their love language, it seems. She tunes out their light-hearted arguing so she can focus on making the rash on their daughter disappear.

The blemishes shrink until healthy skin appear underneath to replace the damaged tissue. This routine procedure have taken a lot out of Rin, who is struggling to stay upright. After finishing the treatment, Sakura hands back the half-asleep baby to her parents.

“Thank you Sakura-chan, don’t know what me and the ‘wife’ would do without you.” Obito smiles and Kakashi frowns while Rin is back in her harness and sound asleep. The context behind that comment is entirely lost on Sakura.

“You know that’s it’s rude-”

“Silence!”

Kakashi rolls his eyes affectionately at the Hokage’s antics before the both of them take their leave. Sakura sends them off with a wave as she is closing her office door, letting a huge sigh escape her once she’s all alone.

Her thighs are aching but not from over exhaustion. She sinks back into her chair, needing to work in order to distract herself from that pulsating desire between her legs. Trying to keep herself busy doesn’t work, since she is unable to focus long enough to get anything done.

‘Curse him and his stupid words.’

As if affecting her sleeping schedule was enough, he also has to slither his way into all aspects of her life, including work. Sakura take a quick glance at the clock overhead and scowls when it shows the time as 7:43. This will surely be a slow day.

She shouldn’t have jinxed herself, because her day turned out to be just that and a lot worse.

Planned appointments got canceled and scheduled surgeries got moved to another date. There were no official tasks for Sakura to do, so she was left to roam the hallways looking for anyone in need of her assistance. And when that proved to be futile, she had to resort to reorganizing filing cabinets and cleaning her office.

Sakura should be feeling content after a long day’s work after she left the hospital at 17:00, but instead she felt restless and unfulfilled. The aching hindered her from enjoying unusually calm shift and she knows who’s to blame. Shisui is a toxin that she has to get out of her system, on way or the other.

“Oi Sakura-chan!”

‘Speaking of the devil.’

She didn’t hear him approach until he calls out to her and then he’s at her side within a second. It’s almost freaky how fast he moves without meaning to. He must just have left work since he is still wearing his police uniform, the red and black cloth around his hips granting him the title of deputy chief. Making him second in command in the police force.

“I want to speak to you about the toxicology report you sent back to us two days ago.” Shisui states with a tilt to his lips as he’s walking alongside her down the busy street leading from the hospital.

He’s talking about the report she struggled to finish after their “conversation”. It wasn’t as thorough as she would have liked it to be, but it should be more than adequate to be of use.

“Do you disagree with any of the report’s contents?” Sakura asks as she continues down a different street leading to her apartment, making sure not to go into secluded alley ways this time around.

After a civilian man was found stabbed to death behind a restaurant four days ago, the police requested that a toxicology report be made alongside the autopsy. In order to determine if he had been involved in a drunken brawl that took place the same evening in the bar next door. The deceased had a high alcohol level when he died.

“No, it was really helpful to our investigation, we’ve already made an arrest. I wanted to speak to you about how it was written.” Shisui clarifies with a smug expression on his face. If he’s aiming to rile her up then he has definitely succeeded.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Sakura cocks an eyebrow as she tries to mask the annoyance in her voice, Coming to a stop right before her destination. She lives in a modest apartment complex, situated within a five-minute walking distance to the general village hospital.

“The aggressive use of language and hasty handwriting tells me that the author was dealing with quite a lot of pent-up frustration at the time it was written.” Shisui peers down at her through half-lidded eyes, his aggravating smirk only growing larger.

The implication behind his words are not lost on Sakura, who is absolutely fuming on the inside. He’s right about her dealing with a lot of unwanted emotions stemming from their conversation, emotions that have since overstayed their visit.

The street below her apartment isn’t as crowded as the main roads are, but there are enough people around to keep him from trying anything. Instead he’s just silently observing every move she makes, every emotion that crosses her face. All while still bloody smirking at her, acting as if he’s already won the game he’s playing with her.

“I know of something that will free you of your grievances…” Shisui presents a solution to Sakura’s persisting problem, dangling it in front of her like a scheming anglerfish. Mother thought her better than to allow herself to be consumed by a smooth talker like him.

However, the intense need to understand what he means with ‘I want to set you free,’ is slowly driving Sakura insane. A single nibble on the fruit of temptation would be enough to satisfy her, making it possible for her to return to being the good girl her mother taught her how to be.

She gives in by only a little, because she needs to know how he plan to set her free.

“What are you suggesting?” Sakura tries not to let the excitement growing in her stomach override the blank expression of disinterest she’s wearing on her face. Shisui chuckles before leaning in. People stare at them as they walk past but neither of them could care less at the moment.

“Sparring is sure to let out some steam, meet me at training ground seven at six o’ clock.” Shisui tells Sakura before flickering away, not sticking around to wait for an answer.

Because he knows that he has her hooked, there’s no option of turning back now. She has agreed to play his game and therefore need to stick around until the end, regardless of if she wants to or not.

*****

Years of neglect and lack of use has caused training ground seven to be overgrown with various types of vegetation. Waist-high weeds and thorny bushes cover the unkempt field, concealed roots and discarded weapons make navigating the area another challenge in its own.

Shisui is sitting on a fallen tree, idly sharpening a kunai. He’s not wearing his flack vest nor his waist cloth, opting to just wear his steel-toed boots, shinobi slacks and the police assigned sweatshirt. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and Sakura tries not to stare at the muscles in his forearms as she approach.

“Taijutsu only. No chakra infused punches or kicks for me and no illusions or Sharingan for you.” She states her conditions for the fight, her outstretched fingers form into fists as she tests out her new leather gloves.

Shisui meets her gaze with a foxy grin on his lips. The kunai in his hands goes soaring past Sakura’s head, nicking the shell of her ear. She gasps and stumbles backwards a little. ‘I never saw him move to throw it.’ The cut isn’t deep enough to bleed, nor was it meant to be.

Intended as a silent promise of having no intention of holding back. Sakura needs to stay on her toes and put all of her training to good use if she wish to stand a chance against Shisui. This is more than a friendly sparring session, he has something planned for her and she need to know what exactly.

“You want to beat the hell out of me that badly, huh? Fine, I accept your conditions.” Shisui chuckles, a rich sound emanating from his chest. Causing her abdomen to tighten, reminding her of why she is her, to rid herself of her new-found temptation.

He moves to stand up, crossing his arms behind his head to stretch. An ominous sight, much like a big cat licking their paws clean in preparation to go hunt. She receives no warning before he pounces.

Shisui closes the short distance between them in an instant and Sakura has hardly any time to block the incoming punch aimed for her ribcage. The second hit comes at her a little too fast, forcing her to leap backwards to avoid a direct hit. She winces in pain from her bare ankle coming in contact with thorns, scraping her left heel.

He follows her into the air, delivering a kick that throws Sakura off balance. She lands awkwardly on her side, resulting in her shirt getting ripped open to reveal some of her chest binding underneath. The leg swipe meant to knock him off his feet fails to connect, as he easily side steps and grab a hold of her ankle.

Sakura donkey kicks at him in an attempt to free herself from his grip. Only for Shisui to capture the other leg as well. He has her pinned down on the ground before she has a chance to struggle in his hold.

Using his own body to immobilize her lower half by pressing his hips against her own, her legs flailing wildly on either side of him. Both of her wrists are secured above her head with one hand while the other is holding a kunai to her throat. Signaling her defeat.

Shisui had bested her in less than a minute, showing Sakura how outclassed she really are in simple hand-to-hand combat. If she had used her super strength, the outcome may have been different. Yet, she agreed not to, therefore she reap what she sow.

“All bark and no bite. Your skills failed to measure up to that attitude of yours.” Shisui taunts her with a smirk on his face. Choosing to pocket the kunai but not to release his hold on her, instead keeping her pinned beneath his body.

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations you won this fight.” Sakura scoffs up at him. The predatory grin that appear on his face tells her that he plan on staying put. Because he has her exactly where he wants her.

They’re still playing Shisui’s game and Sakura can’t do anything accept wait for his next move. The compromising position of their bodies is made apparent to her when something hard is pressed into her thigh.

“You aren’t trying to push me away. Tell me if you want me to stop.” He whispers as his expression morphing into something a little softer.

Confusion is all over Sakura’s face, she has no idea of what to think of him. He’s not as pushy about crossing boundaries as she initially thought. Operating within her comfort zone while at the same time challenging her to expand it.

“I don’t know if I want you to stop.” Sakura speaks her thoughts out loud, laying out her inner confliction for him to see. Shisui releases his hold on her wrists and leans in until his lips touch the small cut on the shell of her ear.

“Now here’s your problem, sweetheart. There’s a severe disconnect between your body and your mind. You can’t decide between what you want and what you’ve been taught to want.” He speaks the words against the delicate skin, sending a jolt of electricity straight down to her core.

“Oh don’t pretend to care about me, you’re only concerned with acquiring another notch in your belt.” Sakura hisses out the words through gritted teeth, her verbal protest turn into whines as Shisui’s mouth travels along her jawline. Only the warmth of his breath can be felt, his lips just out of reach.

Her heart is picking up the pace to keep up with her heavy breathing. The ever-growing heat in her belly causes her hips to buck into his, still he refuses to lower his lips. A desperate wail escapes her as the frustration within her expands, soon to take over her entire being.

“You’re a beautiful songbird, imprisoned in a cage and forced to sing tunes that your captors taught you.” Shisui speaks as his mouth moves towards her cheek, slowly drifting to the corner of her lips. Sakura is hanging onto each and every word he says with that sinful tone of his.

“I will take the cage apart little by little. Until you’re brave enough to leave your prison on your own terms.” She closes her eyes, permitting herself to let go and just feel. His lips are now lingering above her own, so close but still too far.

“And when you do, I want you to fly to my windowsill and sing the tunes your heart desires.” Shisui leaves Sakura waiting for a kiss that never comes. Her eyes are blown wide open when the weight and warmth of his body disappear. She lets out a loud cry of frustration from him vanishing on her yet again, not caring if anyone’s around to hear her.

Sakura’s curiosity is greater than ever before, the meaning behind Shisui’s words is all she thinks about as she makes her way back home. It takes a twenty-minute cold shower, a cup of chamomile tea, and a sleeping pill to calm the tremendous want within her enough to finally pass out from exhaustion later that night.

Chapter Text

“It’s time for you to finally tell me what happened at last week’s dinner.” Ino says as she is shoving a stick of dango into her mouth. Looking at Sakura with interest as she sit opposite of her in a little dango shop situated in the middle of the village.

The Yamanaka heir keeps pestering for her to tell all about the “juicy” details every time they meet in passing, but Sakura always claimed that she was too busy to stick around and chat. Accept she couldn’t run from her problem for very long as she eventually ran out of excuses.

Ino is still staring at her with intensity in her eyes, almost as if she is using some interrogation technic to help get her the information she wants. Sakura remains unfazed though as she brings her cup of tea to her lips.

The blonde lets out a huge sigh of frustration that causes the shop keeper to whip his head towards their corner. The medic is thankful that there’s only the three of them in here, the less amount of eavesdroppers the better.

“So, it’s safe to assume that things didn’t go so well for you then.” Ino concludes with an eyebrow raised and now it’s Sakura’s time to sigh in frustration.

“The only chance I had to confess that night was ruined.” She admits, her sentence ending in a whine.

Normally, Sakura would reflect on what went wrong and how she could better herself. Accept she really hasn’t thought much about her last encounter with Sasuke, her mind too preoccupied with someone else entirely.

“Did the lingerie help?” Ino wiggles her brows suggestively at her friend, then laughs at the frown appearing on Sakura’s face accompanied with a pout to match.

Both women finishes their dango in silence while they enjoy this late July afternoon. Sakura’s mind begins to wander as she is watching all of the people passing by outside of the shop. Her thoughts unconsciously drift towards Shisui, as they always do these days.

She hasn’t seen him since they sparred, not even having caught a glimpse of him during the four days that have passed. There could perhaps be nothing more to his absence than him simply being busy. Or maybe he’s avoiding her on purpose, so the want within her can go unchecked until he deems her ready for the next phase in his game.

Still, she needs to see him again either way. Because she has been dying to know the true meaning behind his words calling her a songbird. The sound of a cup being put down back on the table brings her back to reality.

“Sakura look, maybe it’s time for you to move on.” Ino says unexpectedly, the expression on her face turning serious. The big change in demeanor startles Sakura and causes her to shift on the uncomfortable wooden bench.

“I just need another chance and-”

“Do you actually plan on waiting for him to finally come around? Well, you’re going to become old and gray before that happens since it clearly isn’t meant to be.” Ino cuts her off, her voice stern as she is trying to talk some sense into her best friend.

Sakura adverts her gaze down to her lap and bites her tongue, unable to reply with anything clever as all the words have seemingly escaped her mind. Tears are starting to gather in her eyes and she has to take a deep breathe to prevent them from running down her cheeks.

The look Ino gives her is one of clear pity, she has experienced the same dilemma with the very same man. She extend a hand for Sakura to take, then together they stand up and walk out of the shop.

“I know how painful it is to move on, trust me. But sitting around and sulking doesn’t help so instead we should focus on turning that frown upside down.” Ino beams as she is taking them down a path to a particular place she has in mind for the two of them.

“And how do we manage that?” Sakura asks weakly while navigating through the crowds, still holding onto her friends hand.

“Don’t know exactly but a nice and relaxing trip to the bathhouse is a good way to start.” Ino blurts out her answer with a smile so contagious that Sakura can’t help but to smile as well.

Some good old selfcare sounds like a great idea, the one thing that she desperately needs right now. Her tense and sore muscles could definitely use the comfort that the hot bathwater provides, and it might even help ease the tension inside her abdomen.

They arrive at the bathhouse in no time, entering after paying the admission fee. Sakura is idly chatting with Ino about trivial things, already in a better mood at the prospect of having a nice bath. Having forgotten all about her previous woes.

They are about to walk into the women’s section when any hopes of relaxing goes out the window. Because out from the men’s section comes Sakura’s involuntary obsession, the one man who could make a day worse while at the same time changing it for the better.

Shisui has a neutral expression on his face that quickly changes into one of surprise when he spots them. A glint of mischief comes and goes in his dark eyes, reigniting the fire between her thighs once more.

“Hello ladies!” Shisui greets them before pushing his still wet locks out from his eyes. Sakura have wanted to see him for days now but now that she’s face to face with the man she suddenly have no words to say. Her mouth is left agape as Ino takes the lead.

“Oh hi, I didn’t know that part of your patrol route included the bathhouse.” The blonde speaks with too much familiarity for Sakura’s liking. Her eyes narrow in suspicion as she glances between the two of them.

It’s probably nothing, her friend is more of the friendly sort and probably has enough acquaintances to reach triple digits. There’s also no reason for Sakura to get jealous over a man that is known for his many affairs. Although she is unable to stop herself from craving to be the center of his attention, to the point where she honestly should be concerned.

“Nah, decided to spend some time here on my day off. Had to cut it short though, since the Hokage apparently is unaware of my schedule, see ya soon.” Shisui says cheerfully as he is making his leave, giving Sakura one last look before he moves past them.

There was absolutely no way that Shisui didn’t notice her jealousy, being as perceptive as he is. She would hate it if he knew the full extent of his effect on her mental and physical state. Ino appears to have caught the silent exchange between her friend and the Uchiha but chooses not to press her on it.

Sakura tries her best to hide her internal dilemma from the other kunoichi as they walk into the women’s changing room. Promptly removing their clothes and placing them into respective lockers. It’s not until they have settled into the room that they rented for themselves that Ino start her usual routine.

“So what’s up with you and Shisui?” She asks her companion while cleaning herself in preparation for the bath.

“I could ask the same about you two.” Sakura counters without looking up from the floor as she is scrubbing her body clean. Giving a harsher treatment to the insides of her thighs, in an attempt to make the ache vanish.

“There’s nothing going on between us, although we probably would have a thing if I wasn’t already taken.” The blonde woman boasts with a smug look on her face before standing up to get into the tub.

“INO!” Sakura scolds her friend as she too is climbing into the tub. A content sigh leaves through her nose when her weary body makes contact with the hot water.

“What? I’m allowed to acknowledge that a man other than Sai is attractive.” Ino says, placing her hand on her chest in a joking manner. Acting as if Sakura had the audacity to suggest that her statement was scandalous in any way.

They stare at each other in silence. Ino have a smirk on her face that dares her to admit out loud that Shisui is hot. To which Sakura responds to the opposite woman’s challenge by cocking an eyebrow, declaring that she will have to try harder.

“Look, I came here to forget about stupid boys and I’m not involved with Shisui to set the record straight.” Sakura asserts with a scoff, ending their silent stand-off. Ino says nothing, just shrugs at her while still wearing that all-knowing smirk of hers on her lips.

Sakura rolls her eyes affectionately at her friend’s behavior before closing them and leaning against the edge of the tub. Muttering a quick ‘yeah, whatever,’ under her breathe to appear unbothered.

Relaxing proved to be as difficult as she thought it would be after her earlier run-in with Shisui. Her thoughts continues to drift back to him no matter how hard she tries to stop herself. Indecent images of them bathing together keep appearing in her mind, resulting in her body becoming too hot for her to handle.

The final nail in Sakura’s coffin comes down hard when Ino decides to finally speak.

“Getting fucked silly by Shisui might be exactly what you need, heard he’s a beast in bed.”

Sakura’s eyes flies open as she practically leaps out of the tub. She scurries across the floor to wrap a towel around her wet form. Before turning around to Ino looking mighty confused over what just occurred.

“Sorry, forgot that you’re a prude.” She states in a half-joking manner as she is leaving the tub, now that their bath time is over.

“I’m not a prude! In fact, I’m well versed in the study of human anatomy, thank you very much!” Sakura defends herself while her cheeks are turning red in embarrassment, before throwing Ino a towel.

“Honey, there’s a huge difference between being able to identify a dick and knowing how to please it.” She explains to her inexperienced friend.

Sakura pouts before adverting her eyes from Ino to give her some privacy as they both begin to dry themselves. Getting called a prude shouldn’t bother her in the slightest, she has been trying to stay pure after all.

Still, the term is eating away at the back of her skull the entire time as they are dressing themselves in the changing room. It has her questioning her identity and her goals in life. The believes she has held onto for so long are beginning to crumble, falling apart in her hands as she watches it all happen before her very eyes.

The two friends part with a hug after exiting the bathhouse together. The longing between Sakura’s thighs is still present by the time she makes it home. It’s 17:50 on a Sunday evening, she could use the time available to get chores done or get ahead with her work.

Accept, Sakura is too tired and distracted for her to focus on anything. Not to mention the lingering need that prevents her from thinking straight at the moment.

Sakura throws herself onto her bed with a discontent sigh, burying her face in her pillow. All of her clothes have been removed and tossed aside apart from her underwear. A wireless white bra paired with plain grey cotton panties, far from sexy but comfortable enough for her.

She flips over on her back and reaches down between her legs out of curiosity. Touching the outside of her underwear and finding them to be wet again, no surprise there. Because her panties are always soaked and filthy these days, much to her frustration.

The heat in Sakura’s belly is near inescapable, only ever succeeding in getting rid of it temporarily. For it always comes back to haunt her sooner or later. She grits her teeth as she presses down on the crotch of her panties, gasping slightly when a jolt of pleasure shoots up her spine.

Sakura is fully aware that she is aroused, although she shouldn’t be due to her being unmarried and alone without a partner. Seeking sexual gratification in oneself could lead to being unable to bond with your husband intimately, according to her mother at least.

Although, her mother has said a whole lot of things that turned to be untrue over the years. Sakura was utterly shocked when Tsunade first told her that women pee out of their urethra, not from the vagina, as she previously had thought.

Studying to become a medical ninja was an eye opener for Sakura on many levels. She learned a great deal of new things, as well as unlearned a lot of her mother’s teachings. When confronting her about the falsehoods she has taught her, she just shrugged and told her that ‘mother knows best.’

If so many of the things that her mother has taught her turned out to be untrue, it’s not entirely off limits to assume that everything else might also be false.

Sakura shakes her head to free herself of any thought regarding her mother, since it won’t help her get rid of the need pulsating through her body. Her hand drift towards the waistband of her panties, stopping right before they reach under the fabric.

‘No one will know, doing it once won’t hurt anyone and the satisfaction will make it worthwhile.’ The curiosity whispers to her.

‘One time is enough to lose yourself on the road to damnation.’ The guilt hisses at her.

Taking a deep breathe before letting her hand dip into her underwear, Sakura’s inquisitive side wins today’s battle.

Shaking fingers travels down between her folds slowly, moving carefully as one would do with uncharted territory. She can feel her heart racing, beating against her chest like a drum. This is wrong but feels so right.

Sakura gathers some slick around her entrance, not having the courage to sink a finger into herself. Before going back up to rub tentative circles on her clitoris, experimenting with the pressure and rhythm until she finds the right pace.

She closes her eyes, permitting herself to lose herself in the pleasure and to images of Shisui. Lying beside her and cooing praises into her ear. Her breathing is getting more ragged and small curse words falls from her lips as the coil in her stomach begin to tighten.

The world around Sakura begins to fade away until her imagination is her only company. In her mind, Shisui is placing tender kisses along her throat and gently gropes her breast. Her free hand goes up to replicate the touch.

The heat takes a hold of her and the pleasure intensifies until her legs are shaking. Sakura can’t stop herself from shouting his name as the euphoria washes over her to combat the flames. Extinguishing the fires that have tormented her for so long.

It’s not until the world comes back into focus and after her orgasm have run its course that the shame sets in. She stares down at her offending hand with horror over what she has just done. Rolling off the bed and rushing towards her bathroom, where she washes her slick covered hand. Watching as the evidence of her crime circles down the drain.

Sakura can’t bear to look at herself in the mirror above the sink before she sheds her underwear and steps into the shower. Intending to rinse her body clean from sin.

Curiosity may have won the battle but not the war.

*****

Another four days have passed since their last meeting and Sakura is feeling more unhinged as the hours goes by. The need may have been quenched that night but have since returned in full force to plague her consciousness.  

Burying herself with work has done little to keep her mind occupied enough to prevent him from landing within her line of thought. Preparing an antidote is a task that requires the upmost focus, yet Sakura is struggling with mental distractions.

“Is everything alright?” Tsunade asks her gently when she notices that her prodigy is applying to much force to the leaves she’s meant to crush carefully.

Sakura snaps out of her thoughts to see the former Hokage standing over her, brows furrowed and looking a little concerned. The medicinal greenhouse is massive and houses a great diversity of plants. The Godaime found her standing at a work bench in a tucked-away corner of the building, intending to be alone.

“I have a lot on my mind right now.” Sakura answers honestly considering that there’s no point in lying to her mentor. The older woman comes over and silently watches her apprentice work.

Since retiring as the head of Konoha and declaring Obito as her successor, Tsunade has spent her time preparing Sakura to take over as the hospital general. Despite her youthful appearance, she’s on the older side and have grown tired of carrying the responsibilities that comes with her prestige titles.

“Want to talk about it?” The Senju offers her counsel while placing a hand on her student’s shoulder with the intent of comforting her.

Sakura stop working so she can turn to face her superior, with a sullen expression she looks up at her mentor and says with a weak voice, “I don’t really know what I want anymore.”

Tsunade is unable to hide how she just cringed a little, clearly only expecting a minor problem instead of a life crisis. She slowly pulls her in for a hug, patting her on the back awkwardly.

“You’ve your whole life ahead of you to figure things out.” She wraps her arms around her mentor’s shoulders, deepening the embrace. “It’s completely normal to change your mind and choose a different path in life.”

Every drop of anxiety in Sakura’s body evaporates once Tsunade’s reassuring words reach her ears. Her entire world have been turned upside down recently and she desperately needed to be told that it’s alright if everything isn’t they way she imagined it to be.

Sakura’s dream is still to have a family, that hasn’t changed. However, she now understand that the straight and narrow path that she has been conditioned to follow just isn’t for her. She needs to live and experience what life has to offer before her dream can come true.

With her mind made up she reluctantly lets go of the hug and flashes her mentor a wide grin. Tsunade looks taken aback before responding with small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You’re still going to take over the hospital for me or are you having second thoughts?” She teases her student, ruffling her pink hair into disarray.

“Of course not!” Sakura counters as she’s swatting her hand away. Turning back to her workstation, the focus she thought was lost now found. “Your advice was very helpful, I know now what I want in life.”

‘And I know who exactly will help get me there.’

*****

It’s not until the late evening hours that Sakura finally finds him, resting against the base of a sturdy oak in the woods on the outskirts of the Uchiha district. Shisui is wearing casual clothes and no forehead protector, his dark curls obscure his eyes from view.

Sakura approaches him carefully, hoping not to disturb him too much if she came at unsuitable time. Shisui doesn’t look up to greet her once she has moved close enough to stand and watch over him.

“You aren’t easy to find.” She comments before her nerves has a chance to overwhelm her completely. His eyes flutter open, showing that he has acknowledge her presence.

Her stomach does a summer sault when her eyes meet his, she can feel herself getting transfixed despite his Sharingan being dormant. The dark eyes glancing up at her is enough to make her throw caution to the wind.

“If you were able to find me then it means that I made it easy.” Shisui quips back with a hint of a grin on his lips.

If anyone else had said that sentence, Sakura would have thought them to be arrogant. However, Shisui has every right to brag about his abilities, she has seen them in person after all.

Sakura takes a seat beside him once it’s made apparent that he will stay put on the ground. Silently studying her as she crosses her legs, meeting his gaze coyly. She flinches slightly when he takes a lock of her hair between her fingers, twirling it around playfully.

“What is it that you want from me?” Shisui asks, his voice low and raspy.

“I came here to ask the same from you.” Sakura sounds out of breath as if she has been running for hours. Her quickening pulse tells the same story.

Shisui senses the change in her, the determination apparent within and how there’s no room for doubt in her heart. The sharp look in her eyes that screams at him to ‘please touch me in the way I need you to.’

Not a trace of hesitance plagues her soul anymore, for Sakura wants to be free of the lies. She craves the taste of freedom that he has promised her. Desperate for the feeling of his lips against her own.

Sakura yearns for him so badly that she might break down and cry, she can feel her bottom lip quiver and she has to bite it to make it stop. Shisui is still watching her when he brings his hand from her hair to brush his thumb along her jaw.

The light caress is enough to pull a gasp out of her, she should hate how he has wrapped her around his fingers so effortlessly. Accept she can’t bring herself to despise someone she needs so desperately.

Shisui’s finger finds its way to her parted mouth, stopping to rest on her bottom lip. Sakura suddenly forgets how to breathe following his sweet gesture. His hand leaves her face to gently tangle his fingers in the hair on the back of her neck.

Sakura’s heart might explode when he leans in closer, she shut her eyes and waits. Only to stop right before making contact and she can feel her eyelashes getting wet from tears threatening to spill.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Shisui must sense the need rolling of her in waves but stops to ask just in case. A gentleman, she must admit.

“Yes.” Sakura cries against his lips, she’s tearing at the seams and only he can save her from falling apart.

His hold on her hair tightens as he finally, finally places his lips on hers. The kiss would have sent Sakura high into the sky if not the heavy coil in her lower abdomen that keeps her grounded. A single tear roll down her cheek, a tear of fulfillment.  

She follows the slow pace he has set, taking her inexperience into account. Moving her lips timidly against his at first until her confidence grows along side her hunger. She tilts her head to the side in an effort to deepen the kiss. The tip of her tongue reaching out in an open invitation.

That’s when Shisui breaks apart abruptly, leaving Sakura to lazily blink away the confusion as she comes back to her senses. She has to catch her breath before she can ask him what’s wrong. Accept all possible combination of words escape her when she sees that his eyes are bleeding red.

“I want to make it abundantly clear that I only do casual things.” The stern tone in his voice leaves no room for any misunderstandings.

Sakura is taken aback by the sudden change in mood but nods her head regardless and utters a tiny, “yes.” She would be a fool to expect anything serious given his reputation. The aching knot in her belly is quickly washed away by the strong current that is her need for him.

“Good girl. Because I don’t want to make love to you.” He smiles at her and Sakura feels like her body caught on fire. “I want to fuck you.” His crude words only makes the fire on her skin burn hotter.

Sakura doesn’t know much about sex other than the logistics of it. She had always pictured it as an intimate embrace between two partners facing each other as their bodies move gently is unison. Sex to her is by definition making love.

The thought of fucking, doing it the rough way, outside of what’s considered the norm excites her beyond belief.

“Elaborate.” Sakura says the only words her overworked mind can find in itself to utter.

A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of Shisui’s mouth with a hint of teeth behind his lips. A beast has been lying dormant inside him until now, when its finally set loose to play. She can’t find it in herself to be scared of the darker side of him, only more intrigued.  

“After having witnessed the raw strength that you possess from afar.” He drawls as he is groping her left bicep with one hand as the other grasps her knee firmly. “Makes me want to see you vulnerable, helpless as you struggle against the bonds that I secured to your body.”

Sakura is clinging to every word he says like it’s her lifeline. Moaning shamelessly when the hand on her knee travels up her thigh.

The notion of being completely at someone’s mercy causes heat to pool in between her thighs. A concept not entirely foreign to Sakura, she preferred to be the damsel in distress during play pretend in her younger years. The memory of her secretly loving it when her friends would tie her up with jump ropes reignites something in her that she has since learned to repress.

“That fierce attitude of yours would make taming you so much sweeter.” Shisui continues as keeps on fondling her body. Capturing the very lewd expression on Sakura’s face with his Sharingan. “I can’t wait to make you into a needy plaything, eager to please just like you’re meant to be.”

The ability to form words have left her, wantonly moans is the only sounds able to escape her throat. Sakura is so lost in the heavenly sensation his touch brings. Shisui’s left hand have almost reached her hip when he pulls his hands away abruptly. She wants to scream.

“It will be awhile before any of that happens though, I’m afraid.” He sighs as he stretches out his arms above his head before moving to stand.

No, no, no, no!

“Huh? What?” Sakura blurts out, confusion and disappointment apparent on her face. He can’t leave after getting her so worked up, it’s not fair!

She bounces to her feet and brushes the dirt off her apron. While anxiously awaiting a response. He looks at her with a fond smile curling on his lips.

“You need to be taught the basics first.” Shisui smirks at her, his usual cheeky attitude returning in full force.

Sakura must look like a giant question mark because he shakes his head and laughs a little, causing her to pout. He swipes his thumb quickly on her protruding bottom lip, laughing again when the pout grows in size.

“Still can’t play with yourself, now can you?” Shisui teases her to make a point.

The kunoichi’s eyes lights up after hearing the shinobi’s overly confident assessment of her situation. Cheeks turning bright red when she thinks back to the night when she first played with herself.

“Actually, I have… touched… myself…” Sakura has to force the words out, still having trouble talking about such sensitive subjects. “It was good but I also felt dirty after I was done.” She confesses, her tone timid as she adverts her eyes.

Shisui cups her face gently, actively preventing her insecurities from overwhelming her entirely. His touch calms her fears but not the need raging inside of her. After looking up to meet his gaze, she can now see that his eyes are dark once again.

“I can help you with overcoming the deep-rooted guilt but only if you allow me to help.” He offers his assistance. Dangling the solution over her head, just within her reach, tempting her to take it.

And she does, pouncing on the opportunity to be free of the bonds that were forced on her.

“Help me, please.” Sakura pleads with the older man, her damnation and her salvation.  

She places her hands on his own, grasping at them softly. Coaxing them to let go and knit their fingers together. A glint of an undecipherable emotion comes and goes in his eyes, so fast that you would have missed it if you blinked.

Shisui strokes the back of her hands with his thumbs tenderly before reluctantly releasing them. Flashing her an apologetic smile as he scratches the back of his head.

“I’ll have a few things that needs my attention right now, but I’m available after work tomorrow if you’re still interested.” He suggests and Sakura nods her head in an indication of her approval. “Good, come back here and I’ll pick you up, it will be a lot more discreet that way. Also, be sure to wash up beforehand.” Shisui adds before flickering away once again.

Sakura couldn’t bring herself to feel entirely disappointed this time around.

*****

Falling asleep last night was tougher than it usually was and that says a lot given how difficult sleeping is nowadays. Sakura tossed and turned until she finally passed out in the early morning hours. Thankfully, she had her day off today and doesn’t have to worry about her excitement get in the way of her work.

Ever since Sakura woke up before twelve o’ clock, time seems to have moved at an agonizingly slow pace. Thirty minutes felt like two hours and she struggled with finding tasks to keep her busy.

She spent most of her time fuzzing over every little aspect of her appearance and trying shaving for the first time. Ino says that she always does a full body shave before going out on date nights with Sai. While she doesn’t quite know what that means exactly, she can assume it includes armpits, legs, and the vagina.

After a lot of effort and a couple of cuts around her ankles, Sakura stumbles out of the shower with less hair and dignity than she had before entering. Patting herself dry with a towel was a tedious and slightly painful affair.

The display on her alarm clock reads 16:14, Sakura needs to get going soon if she wants to make it in time for their meeting. The clothes she is planning to wear lies neatly on the bed. She decided to go with a casual civilian outfit, a plain pink blouse and a grey skirt, paired with her usual knee-high boots. Not too fancy and easy to remove.

Now, Sakura has a bad habit of overthinking, especially when it comes to minor things. Which ties in with her current dilemma of choosing what type of underwear to pick for this special get-together. Her panty drawer consists of nothing but comfortable boxer briefs, or granny panties as Ino calls them. The main exception being the pair of light green lace panties that is hidden behind the rest.

Shisui strikes her as a person who doesn’t care if you wear granny panties or the most exquisite lingerie, caring more for what’s underneath. Still, Sakura can’t help but to put way too much thought into what he may or may not prefer.

‘Wait… Lingerie… I have a pair.’  

Whipping her body around to go open her closet, her still damp hair snapping back behind her. Sakura has to pull out a couple of old t-shirts before she finds the discarded matching bra at the very back of her closet.

Sakura puts on the lingerie before admiring her figure in the closet mirror. She remember feeling uncomfortable and disgusting the first time she wore them, now they makes her feel dangerous. Like a femme fetale, a maneater looking to devour your very heart and soul.

The thought of combining something so naughty with casual clothes brings a wicked smile to her face. Tearing her eyes from her reflection, Sakura finish dressing herself before exiting her apartment. Leaving her damp hair to dry naturally under the summer sun.

Sakura makes her way to her intended destination by leaping across rooftops above the crowded streets. Sighing contently when the cooling breeze comes in contact with her heated skin. She would be humming cheerfully if she didn’t stop herself, wishing to avoid appearing too happy to any wandering eye.

As soon as the Uchiha district appears in her field of vision, Sakura jumps down and takes a less than direct path to further prevent suspicion. Everything seem to go smoothly until she rounds the corner of the clan’s protective wall and bumps into Sasuke, the one person she didn’t wish to see right now.

“Oh, hello Sasuke.” Sakura greets him, doing her best not to appear too unusual. Flashing him a smile to further add to the charade.

Sasuke is dressed in his shinobi attire, the standard high-collard Uchiha emblem shirt and plain shinobi slacks. The dirt and sweat stains on his face and clothes tells her that he has just finished a training session.

“Hn.” He returns her greeting, although his voice sounds a lot rougher than normal. “Did you have any business with the clan?” The suspicion behind his words doesn’t get lost whilst going past his sore throat.

Sakura meets his blank stare as she struggles with staying calm and collected throughout this entire conversation. The urge to speak the truth is clawing at her conscious, her mother’s nagging voice is echoing in the back of her skull. Telling her how wrong it is to keep naughty secrets to herself.

The beating sounds of her heartbeat fills her ears as her pulse quickens. The lace rubbing uncomfortable against her inner thighs reminds her of the impure reason for coming here.

‘If I’m already doing something improper, then what’s wrong with another sin?’

“No, no just passing through. It’s my day off so I’m taking a walk.” Sakura lies through her teeth. The beating in her ears vanishes in time with her pulse stabilizing.

Accept Sasuke doesn’t appear all too convinced, brows furrowed slightly as he continues to stare at her intensely. Sakura is ready to curse his clan’s observant eyes until his expression suddenly relaxes. Dropping the subject abruptly before moving past her, neglecting to even say good-bye.

“Wait!” She calls out to her teammate who stops dead in his tracks, turning around with an eyebrow raised.

Sakura gives him a quick glance over and notices details she didn’t see before. It looks like he has been in a fight, his hair is tussled and the fabric around his knees and shins are worn and covered in dirt.

“Are you alright? Sounds like you’re getting ill.” She asks cautiously, her tone soft.

The tip of Sasuke’s ears turn red as they usually do whenever he’s embarrassed, his overall demeanor is otherwise devoid of emotion. He doesn’t give her a response before turns back around and disappears amongst the crowd.

Sakura would have pursued him for answers regarding his odd behavior if she wasn’t short on time. Instead she merely shrugs and continues down the predetermined path towards her destination. The thoughts of Sasuke quickly leaving her mind.

The bubbling excitement in her gut nearly persuades her into taking the shorter route but her logical side keeps her impulses at bay. Weaving through the crowds of people just going about their day, sparing no thought as to what she might be up this afternoon.

Once Sakura has put enough distance between her and the Uchiha district does she advert her path from the road into the forest. Allowing her pace to increase in speed once she is completely out of sight.

There’s a pep to her step as Sakura is almost skipping through the woods. Her excitement taking full control of her actions, abandoning any attempts to be discreet. When the tree acting as their meeting point comes into view, her heart is close to bursting.

Sakura has to remind herself to breathe after Shisui knocks the air out of her lungs when he jumps down from a tree branch to greet her with a wicked smile.

“Ready to go?” He asks and extends his hand in an open invitation.

“Now more than ever.” She replies with her whole chest, eyes sharp and determined.

Sakura takes his hand and together they vanishes into thin air.

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Shisui’s living space is as neat and organized as Sakura thought it would be, nothing appear to be out of place and the entire apartment is spotless. Minimalism is the clear inspiration behind his interior design since he only has the required furniture, allowing as much free space as possible.

The only hint of a personal touch in this home are the diverse collection of books stacked in a plain white bookcase in the living room. A banner displaying the Uchiha crest hanging on the wall over the grey two-seater couch and a framed picture of the police force on his desk inside of his bedroom.

Sakura has been allowed to wander around his apartment so she can check out the place and feel safer in her surroundings. She was relieved to find that the blinds were already close when she got here, ensuring that they will have privacy and keep their meeting a secret.

Shisui is sitting on the couch and has changed out of his work clothes by the time Sakura comes back to the living room. Sporting a form-fitted black tank top and a loose pair of black sweatpants, he’s barefoot and has removed his forehead protector. She takes a seat on the sofa and watches him take a sip of a clear liquid out of a standard glass.

“What are you drinking?” Sakura asks him tentatively, leaning forward to get a better reading on his facial expression. It’s plain and gives nothing away, how typical.

He places the glass down on the coffee table gently before tilting his head to look at her, his stare makes her feel heavy and light all at once. When he smiles at her, the world around her fades into the background.

“It’s water.” Shisui answers her question nonchalantly as he struggles to hold back a laugh.

“Oh, thought it was alcohol.” Sakura says honestly, her cheeks heating up from embarrassment. A nervous laugh escapes her as she is rubbing the back of her head sheepishly.

Shisui stands up and walks over to the kitchen, her eyes watching him go. Sakura has not felt this insecure about her actions and how they may be perceived since her Genin days. The desperate need to be liked was something she thought to have gotten over ages ago. She shouldn’t be surprised really, since this man has a way of stirring up chaos within her.

The sound of a tap running makes his motive known as he soon returns with a glass of water meant for Sakura. Taking the glass from him after uttering her thanks, she brings it to her lips and takes a sip. The cold water feels wonderful on her dry throat.

“Not much of a drinker, dulls your senses and causes headaches.” He tells her before sitting down again on his previous spot.

Sakura can’t stop herself from expressing surprise at his statement. Promiscuity and drinking go hand in hand with one another. Both are children of recklessness after all, gambling is the third sibling according to her mother’s te-

‘No. Forget everything she has told me, for I will soon be free from the lies.’

Shisui catches it like he always does, being as intuitive as he is naturally. It’s a good thing that he will never have to interrogate her, because he would have her confessing to every petty crime she has ever committed within minutes. He brushes a knuckle against her cheekbone lightly which causes her to snap out of her thoughts and back to him. Such small gestures never fail to make her chest swell with joy.

“Remember, you are here because you want to be and therefore are free to leave whenever you wish. Understand?” Shisui reminds her, his knuckle traveling down her cheek and along her jawline.

Sakura nods her head to show him that she understands that she has a choice to stay or go. It’s surreal how safe he makes her feel despite his wild exterior. Causing her to realize how wrong she was to assume that he doesn’t care for his partners wellbeing.

“There needs to be a level of trust and respect established between us if we want this to work out in the way it’s intended.” Shisui explains with an unusually serious tone, her ears perk up and she hangs to every word he says.

“You must be able to trust me that I respect your boundaries, limits and feelings.” He continues, tilting her chin up so they can look at each other.

Sakura will never grow tired of seeing the dark eyes of the dormant Sharingan. The various shades of black is a calm contrast to the fierce and dangerous red. She could lose herself in those pretty irises of his for hours on end if it weren’t for the matter at hand. His terms sounds unnecessarily complicated for a one-night stand, but then again – this was never meant to just be a one-time thing, she now realizes. And even a simple physical relationship requires the same foundation of mutual trust as a romantic one.

“And how to we create a mutual sense of trust between us?” Sakura whispers as she carefully runs her fingers through his hair, in an attempt to be daring and straight-forward.

Shisui responds to her gesture with a wicked smirk and the air around them suddenly feels static. Like the final warning sign before a lightning strike. Sakura should be seeking shelter but instead she stands out in the open, choosing to face the incoming storm head-on.

“Trust will come naturally as I teach you the basics before moving on to more advanced lessons.” He insists while his thumb travels down the major artery in her throat, stopping at her collar cone.

The heat generated from his light touches help fuel the fire within. Her entire body is burning and she desperately needs him to quell the flames. Sakura can’t control herself for much longer, now that the man she wants is within her reach.

“First, you need to learn how to love your own sexuality.” Shisui states as he continues to move his hand down to her waist and she finds herself nodding along to what he said without thinking. Sakura can’t take it anymore, he needs to talk less and to touch her more in ways that stops her from thinking altogether.

“Since there’s no way you’ll be able to explore your sexuality with the current shame and stigma attached to it.” The Uchiha says before finally coming to a stop.

Using the hand that’s wrapped around her waist, he gently coaxes Sakura to come and sit between his legs with her back resting against his chest. She wants to sing in delight when his body surrounds hers but all she manages is a tiny gasp.

Her shirt hikes up a little when Sakura bends her knees so she can prop her feet against the coffee table. Shisui places his hand on hers delicately and moves them to her inner thighs. She takes a sharp intake of air when his fingers atop of hers touches the crease of her thighs, the place where she needs him the most right now.

“Show me.” Shisui whispers hotly against her ear, his warm breathe makes her shiver. He moves her hands higher until her fingers are touching the edge of her panties. “Show me how you touch yourself.” He commands her softly.

Sakura stiffens up, unsure of how she should proceed. Touching herself while in his presence is totally different from imagining it in her head. She tries to say something but all of her words dies on her tongue, emerging in choked noises.

“Take your time, there’s no need to rush. Say ‘stop’ whenever and we’ll stop.” Shisui soothes her while squeezing her hands gently and shower her shoulder with light kisses.

Some reassurance is all that Sakura needs to gather up enough courage to pull up her skirt past her hips. Revealing the translucent lace panties that was hidden underneath. Shisui, who’s watching everything over her shoulder, whistles at the sight before him. Impressed by her bold choice of underwear.

His crude gesture only spurs her on, she quickly removes the last piece of clothing that protects her most intimate place. The flimsy garment gets discarded on the opposite end of the couch before Sakura parts her legs. Her glistening folds on display for the entire world to see.

“You’re doing so well.” Shisui speaks his praise against her throat, his voice is low and husky with a trace of hunger.

He gently spreads her legs wider with his hands hooked under each of her knees. They stay there, rubbing small circles on her skin as Sakura’s fingers ventures between her thighs. Parting her folds to unveil her fluttering hole before running a finger along her slit and back up again, gathering slickness along the way. With uneven breaths, Sakura presses down on her clit. Falling into the exact rhythm she knows she likes, making circle motions while Shisui watches her every move intensely.

“Such a pretty pussy, wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself if I were you.” He coos his praises and she whines as she is swiftly losing mind to the pleasure and the sound of his voice.

Sakura’s needy noises quickly turn into breathless moans as she sinks a finger into herself using her free hand. Breeching the tight ring of nerves generates a spark of electricity, causing her to buck up into her hand. Wanton sounds keeps on erupting from her throat as the pressure in her lower abdomen continues to grow. Shisui’s light touches and delicate kisses quell the flames currently burning within her, freeing her mind, and allowing her to soar.

“That’s it, be a good girl and come for me.” He growls into her ear.

And Sakura comes hard, toes curling and legs spasming, with Shisui’s voice cooing in her ear. He grips her knees firmly to stop her from trashing her legs too much. The pleasure coursing through her body is unlike anything she has experienced before.

She chants Shisui’s name in between choked gasps and high-pitched moans. Throwing her head back against his shoulder as she clings to the euphoria flowing from her thighs.

The aftershock of Sakura’s orgasm lingers but there’s no sense of guilt, only feelings of contentment as Shisui wraps his arms around her chest and nuzzles into her neck. He holds her close as she is catching her breath, resting her arms on top of his as she does so.

“How did that feel?” He asks before repositioning her body so that he’s cradling her in his lap, whilst her legs are splayed out on the couch.

She allows for him to move her without a fuzz, choosing instead to snuggle into his chest. “Amazing.” Sakura answers weakly, tired after the whole ordeal. His scent is a pleasant mix of deep woods and musk from his cologne, intoxicating.

Never in her life did she think that she would find comfort in a womanizer’s arms. She always thought herself to be better than those other women who fell head-first at his feet. Yet, her she is, in the exact position as all the others, without a hint of regret.

“Hmm…” Shisui hums, stroking the back of her head and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. A giggle or two flies past the large grin on Sakura’s lips. He is also wearing a smile when he straightens out and looks at her. “And how do you feel right now?”

She can’t find the right word to accurately describe her current state of mind. There’s no trace of shame to weigh her down, she’s like a cloud floating high in the sky. With no care for what’s happening on the ground.

“Weightless.” Sakura mutters once she settles on the right term, pulling her head back so she can gaze up at him. “And eager for another flying lesson.” She adds with a smile, a hungry look in her eyes as she peers up at him through her eyelashes.

Shisui answers her request with a wicked smirk, paired together with a look of hunger to match her own. Reaching for his glass of water and drinks the entirety of it before putting it back down. Then giving Sakura her glass, who greedily drinks all of its contents before returning it to its previous spot.

Sakura lets out a shriek of surprise as Shisui hoists her up and carries her towards his bedroom. He throws her on the bed and she lands with a huff, bouncing off the mattress once before propping herself up on her elbows, head against the headboard. The Uchiha gets on the bed and stalks towards her on all fours, her heart nearly bursts out of her chest at the predatory sight in front of her. Only for him to stop right before her slightly parted legs, sitting back on his heels and removes his tank top.

Her eyes travels from where his sweatpants hang low around his hips, following his treasure trail up towards his abdominal muscles before stopping abruptly at his chest. Sakura is stunned at the sight of the two silver barbells that goes through each of his nipples. Leaving her at a loss for words with a hint of wonder in those curious doe eyes of hers.

“You’ve never seen a man with nipple piercing before, huh.” Shisui says more in a statement than as a question, cocking an eyebrow and smirking knowingly.

Sakura bites her lower lip to stop herself from pouting childishly at his loaded remark. Although, there’s no fighting the blush creeping up her neck. Still managing to get embarrassed despite coming so hard she saw stars in his lap earlier.

“Nor have I seen it on women either.” She corrects him on his false assumption, sitting up so she can stare defiantly at him and speak her mind. “I just don’t understand how someone could do such a thing to a part of their body that’s so sensitive.”

The smirk on Shisui’s face grows larger in size as he leans forward, coaxing Sakura to lie back down on the mattress. He hoovers over her body with his hips slightly out of reach. Brushing a knuckle against one of her covered breasts and then circling her hard nipple poking through the sheer fabric of her blouse.

“It seems that you still have a lot to learn about human anatomy, Doctor Haruno.” He chuckles breathlessly as he captures her lips in a kiss.

A content sigh escapes through her nose as she closes her eyes, steady fingers reaching out to grasp at his hair. She lets him set the pace and take the lead, allowing herself to forget the responsibilities that she holds and just exist here in his space.

Sakura follows his rhythm but moves her lips against Shisui’s in a feverish motion, completely forgetting about technique as her kisses become sloppier. He takes back control after sensing her over excitement by lightly biting her lower lip. Causing her to open her mouth in surprise and allow for him to caress his tongue against hers.

She slows her movements so she can mimic his motions. Letting him suck on the tip of her tongue before pushing back against her so he can slip his tongue inside her mouth. Kissing Shisui is almost like a paradox in itself, he takes your breath away while simultaneously refills your lungs with fresh air. He is as suffocating as he is freeing.

He pulls away suddenly, giving Sakura the opportunity to gasp for air. Shisui doesn’t stop to rest, instead he places kisses down her throat until he reaches her neckline. Where he toys with the top button of her blouse as he pulls back to look at her properly.

“Can I take this off?” Shisui asks for her permission and Sakura nods her head enthusiastically and replies with a soft, “yes please.”

He stares at her for a bit longer, undoubtedly searching for a hint of hesitance on her face. Then moving to unbutton her blouse after he finds nothing but a sure smile resting on her lips. She lifts her torso off the mattress so he can remove the piece of clothing entirely, letting it fall to the shining hardwood below.

A sudden wave of self-consciousness washes over Sakura as her lace covered breasts come into view. She has always been insecure about her smaller than average chest size, incapable of seeing herself as desirable to men. Especially when she’s surrounded by women with huge bosoms such as Tsunade and Hinata.

Sakura manages to beat the urge to cover herself with her hands, instead choosing to lean on her elbows in a vague attempt at appearing unbothered. Shisui sees right through her as always does, pausing his admiration of her body to peer up at her. A gentle smile curling on his lips.

“You shouldn’t shape your self-image to fit the standard that you’ve been lead to believe is the only one worthy of appreciation.” Shisui says wholeheartedly while brushing a finger along her ribcage.

A slight frown decorate Sakura’s face as she thinks over his words fully. He’s right about what he’s saying, of course. However, it doesn’t mean that she will get over her issues just because he stated the obvious.

Shisui waits patiently for Sakura to either give him the go ahead or to pull the plug. Tracing invisible patterns on her body with his fingertips, purposely avoiding her chest. She takes a hold of his wrist and guides his hand to her right breast, inviting him to touch her.

A proud smirk tugs at his lips as envelops his hand around her breast and squeezes gently. Massaging the globe of flesh and then stroking a thumb over her hard nipple cresting against the fabric. He watches Sakura’s face shift into a look of bliss before she lifts her body of the bed so Shisui can reach around and unhook her bra. The straps slips down her shoulders, the lace tickles her arms as its being removed from her body to join the discarded pile of clothing on the floor.

“Beautiful.” He praises her with a low and grainy voice as he takes in the sight before him. And she can feel her heart flutter at his complement.

Never in her life has Sakura been this exposed to a man. First, she touched herself while he held her in his arms and now she’s topless in front of him. The naughtiness of it all causes her sex to heat up and she rubs her thighs together in order to get some friction. Her pink lips parts in a gasp when he lowers his head to swipe his tongue over the right peak atop her two humble mountains. While his free hand return to squeeze the other breast.

His sweet caresses and wet kisses to her chest feels so good but she needs him to go lower. Down to where her body is crying for his touch. Soft moans turns into needy whines as she bucks her hips up against his. The Uchiha pulls away to properly take in the lewd expression on her face. Mouth hangs slightly open while pastel pink hair sticks to her flushed skin and she looks up at him through half-lidded eyes. Silently begging him for more.

“Where do you want me?” Shisui asks with a quipped brow, pulling back further to sit on his heels. He slowly drags a finger down her body while keeping his eyes on her desperate facial expression the entire time.

Sakura lifts her hips off the mattress and drags her skirt down past her ankles and throws it aside. Lying back down on the bed and parting her thighs. The sound of blood rushing to her head and past her ears drowns out the thoughts of doubt as she puts it all on display for his eyes only. One quivering hand travels down to point at the unoccupied space between her legs.

The Uchiha chuckles to himself before he moves to fill the empty space Sakura alluded to, resting his cheek against one of her thighs. His hands come up to grips her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin.

“Do you want me here?” Shisui wonders aloud as he places a kiss to her inner thigh, pulling a gasp out of the woman beneath him. “Or do you want me here?” He continues to tease her, kissing the crease of her thigh, so close to where she wants him.

The need for him grows in time with the frustration within her. She finds herself making irked noises since she’s still too shy to tell him what exactly she wants. In a desperate attempt to convey the message, she tilts her hips up at him but his grip on her pelvis stops her from trying to wiggle around.

“Use your words, big girl.” Shisui smirks, his breath ghosting over her sex and she swears that she nearly loses her grip on sanity right then and there.

“I want you to… kiss me and touch me… here.” Sakura nearly chokes on her words as they run through her throat. Hands descending towards her core timidly, never breaking eye contact with the Uchiha while she parts her glistening folds.

“What’s here called?” Shisui speaks into her heat, nose nudging against her clit lightly. Earning himself a moan from the woman above. His teasing is a last-ditch effort at trying to pry the dirty word from her lips. An attempt to break down another barrier built up high within her.

Sakura can feel the wall collapsing into a piles of rubble before she swallows her hesitance and blurts out the words with closed eyes. “I want you to kiss and touch my pussy.” Hearing herself say something so dirty sends a jolt down to right where she needs him the most.

The feeling of one hand coming to part her folds, prompts Sakura to withdraw her hands from her lower body entirely. Letting him take control while she waits anxiously for him to touch her at long last. She opens her eyes reluctantly to find him watching her most intimate place with greedy eyes. Muttering something about how pretty it is, making her chest swell pleasantly before he finally puts his mouth on her sex.

Shisui looks like a wild cat drinking from a body of water when he drags the flat of his tongue up her slit. His red Sharingan are the eyes of a predator that is moments away from striking. And she’s more than happy to let him devour her whole.

The vibration of Shisui humming in delight at the taste of Sakura’s slick makes her cunt gush even more. He licks at her clit in circular motions while one hand ventures down to prod at her weeping hole. His index finger dip into her loose ring of muscle and slides past it to the third knuckle with ease. A low moan escapes through her tense jaw while her unoccupied fly up to grip the sheets above her head.

Shisui begins to work her cunt at a slow pace. Alternating between licking and sucking Sakura’s clit while at the same time curling his lone finger up against a sweet spot that she never knew she had. Unrestrained moans fall freely from her lips as her hips rock up into his mouth. She cries out when a second finger sinks into her hole to snuggle up to the first digit. Together they move in sync to stretch out her cunt beyond anything she has ever experienced before.

“Fuck yes! Don’t stop!” The familiar words now feels so foreign on the tip of her tongue as she say them with fingers tangled in bed sheets. Toes curling and heels digging into the back of the man positioned between her thighs.

Sakura acting and sounding like an alley cat from the caresses of the tomcat that is Shisui, would be out of left field a month ago. But now it feels like she was always destined to end up here. Getting her body worshiped and her pussy eaten by perhaps the strongest man she will ever meet in her life time. Although, it should come as no surprise that he’s equally skilled in the bedroom as he’s in the field.

Pleasure is gradually growing inside of Sakura in time with Shisui’s delicate and precise motions. The sensation of being filled to her current limit by his fingers is satisfying beyond belief. She can’t stop her legs from shaking slightly at the mind-numbing feeling of his digits rubbing up against that sensitive spot within her. Stars obscure her vision and she throws her head back while the Uchiha works his wonders on her clit.

The coil in her lower abdomen keeps tightening as every flick of his tongue sends praises shooting out past her lips into the air. One hand flies down to grip his hair, mindlessly yanking on his black curls as the pressure within her reaches its breaking point. The sound of his sheets tearing is drowned out by loud moans as she comes hard on her lover’s mouth. He eagerly keeps on pleasuring her throughout the entirety of her orgasm until his chin is covered in slick and she stops screaming.

Sakura is left recovering from her intense climax after Shisui withdraws himself from in-between her legs. Moving to sit on the side of the bed to watch the woman lay on her back and openly panting. Arms shielding her eyes, not out of shame but out of fatigue. Slowly, she comes back to, forearms sliding off her face and she finds herself staring back into a pair of fond eyes. A look of confusion clads her facial features as she wonders why he’s still partly dressed.

“What are you waiting for?” Sakura asks bewildered, not understanding why he hasn’t shed his remaining clothes and moved to ravish her like she expected him to do. Since there’s no way he would do all of this for her without wanting some sort of payback.

But Shisui does the unexpected, flashing her a cheeky smile before standing up to stretch, his arms raised high above his head. Sakura props herself up on her elbows and watches him ignore her despite the obvious dent in the front of his sweatpants. Men are supposed to jump at the opportunity to take a girl’s virginity, not loaf around like this. But then again, this particular specimen isn’t quite like anyone else.

“Do you want a bath or a simple cleanup and cuddling afterwards?” Shisui asks suddenly after turning around to face the bed and brushing off her previous question. She’s taken by complete surprise by his demeanor and can only gawk at him.

“What do you mean? Are we done?” Sakura counters with another question of her own. Moving to sit up fully and attempts to cover herself with her hands, now that her state of undress is dawning on her. He takes notices of her discomfort and goes over to pull out a blanket from a dresser nearby. The fluffy grey material feels wonderful on her skin as he wraps it around her body.

“Yes and now I gotta make sure that you’re comfortable.” He explains the reasons behind his actions before slumping down next to her seated form. She frowns down at him, unsatisfied with his answer and he meets her scrutinizing gaze with a crooked smile.

“What about the actual sex?” Sakura keeps interrogating him for an actual answer as to why he does not want to go all the way. Being tightly wrapped up in a blanket like this makes her look like a feral kitten getting acclimated to handling. Which isn’t that far off to be honest.

“We just had sex.” Shisui replies nonchalantly as he peers up at her while still wearing that aggravatingly charming smirk on his lips.

“Yeah but there was no penetration. Aren’t you…” She gestures down to his crotch with her eyes, the long line straining against the fabric makes her shudder. “Unsatisfied?” She asks after forcing herself to look back up into his eyes. Cheeks turning red but not from the heat of her plush cocoon. His amused chuckling causes her stomach to spin in tight loops.

“So many questions and you haven’t answered mine.” He says with smile and a quipped brow. Tapping the empty space beside him before intertwining his fingers behind his head and closing his eyes. A clear invitation to come and snuggle with him.

Sakura sighs in defeat as she realizes that he won’t budge until she indulges him in whatever sappy shit this is. So she goes over her two options mentally before choosing the latter and lays down. It’s a bit awkward trying to maneuver her blanket wrapped body so that her head rests against his chest but she gets there after a few wiggles.

The smell of sex hanging in the air mixed together with Shisui’s woodsy scent is surprisingly pleasant and Sakura finds herself nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Which earns her a low groan from the man. She can’t find it in herself to hate cuddling with him despite how stiff his body is and how he hasn’t moved one of his arms to embrace her. This is a dangerous game that she’s playing and she can’t afford to lose sight of herself on the board or she risks getting herself hurt emotionally.

Enjoying his company on a sexual level is allowed and totally different from getting attached. Since Sakura is very familiar with the fact that Shisui doesn’t do long term relationships for reasons that are entirely his own. It’s easy to forget yourself while you’re snuggled up to his strong body but she’s not the first one to experience his warmth and she will no doubt not be the last one to either.

Her limbs have grown heavy from exhaustion and sleep is nipping at her heels when Shisui begin to stir underneath her tired body. Untangling himself from his partner and gets off the bed after having decided that this is enough embracing for now. Reaching down to pick up his tank top off the floor and swiftly putting it on again.

Sakura watches his broad frame disappear out of the bedroom before tossing the blanket off her shoulders and follow his lead in getting dressed. A small smile creeps up on her lips at the thought of Ino seeing her now. Straightening out her skirt in an attempt to make herself look presentable and not like she just had her first sexual experience. And despite the smell of sex sticking to her skin and the lingering wetness between her thighs – she feels lightweight, not held down by a sense of guilt or thoughts of impurity.

Noises indicating movement draws Sakura to the kitchen where Shisui leaning against the kitchen sink. The lovely scent of brewing coffee fills her nose and she doesn’t question him as to why he’s planning on having coffee this late. And instead goes rummaging through the storage cabinets in search for two cups, gently nudging him out of the way. After opening the cupboard over the sink, she is greeted by a wide arrangement of drinking glasses and mugs, neatly organized by order of colors.

This is the most colorful space in Shisui’s otherwise dull apartment and gives a little insight into his personality. Sakura could never have guessed that he collected odd cups as a hobby. The thought makes her smile. She ends up picking out a mug with a childish print of a cat for herself and a plain grey one for him. If he has thoughts regarding her choice in mugs, he doesn’t say anything, other than give them a quick glance.

Shisui joins Sakura at his kitchen table with the pitcher in one hand and a jug of milk in the other. She takes a peek outside through the closed blinders while he pours the both of them a cup of coffee. Dusk have begun to take hold of the sky as the sun has nearly disappeared beyond the horizon. The main street of the Uchiha district is emptying out as people are making their way home at this time of day, only a few officers are still out on patrol.

The clinking sound of Shisui stirring his cup of coffee brings Sakura’s attention back to the indoors. She flashes him an apologetic smile for letting her mind wander before adding some milk into her own cup. The rich taste of the coffee blend coats her taste buds and she knows that it is unwise to consume caffeine this late but she doubts that she will sleep when she gets home.

“You’re not ready.” Shisui’s words cuts through the prolonged silence. He wears a neutral look on his face and his eyes stare right through her as if she’s an apparition instead of a person. It’s slightly unnerving. A sharp contrast to how he behaved beforehand.

“Hmm?” Sakura hums in response to his statement, unsure of what he’s talking about until it clicks and she remembers their earlier conversation. A look of recognition flashes across her face before it’s replaced by a bold smile. “Oh really? But I’m impatient to learn from you Sensei. Please tell me what I need to know in order to get to the next step.”

Sakura is only messing around, as evident by the teasing edge to her voice and the sultry smile on her lips. Although, Shisui doesn’t laugh at her antics, instead the look on his face becomes more intense and it feels as if his eyes are burning holes through her now. She is as intrigued as she is cautious of this more dangerous side of him.

“Obedience.” His curt answer catches her off guard as she didn’t expect one to her non-serious question. Shisui sets his cup aside before he rests his elbows on the oak table so he can look deeper into her eyes.

“From now, we are going to do this my way.” He tells her sternly and now everything makes sense. The reason as to why he’s not taking her virginity tonight is because he’s taking it one step at a time. Slowly introducing her to the type of sex that he has to offer.

The tension between them is sprung so tight that Sakura forgets to breathe, the gasp of air her lungs so desperately needs is stuck in her throat. No words escape through her parted lips while she waits for him to do anything to break the spell she’s under. His pitch-black eyes makes it nearly impossible to break eye contact or even blink. The tension finally snaps after Shisui flashes her that trademark smirk of his and never before has an intake of air felt this good in her life.

“You’re already pretty eager to summit so following my orders shouldn’t be that difficult for you.” Shisui says with a smile before leaning back and bringing his cup to his lips, swallowing all of the remaining coffee. She stare into nothingness as she goes over his words in her head.

A new sort of excitement is growing within Sakura and another wave of want takes ahold of her mind as she imagines what wicked things he will command her to act out. Insuring that she won’t get a wink of sleep tonight. Her heart beats like a drum against her ribcage as the urge to probe him for more information takes over. However, before she has a chance to ask him for details, he speaks ahead of her.

“But if you want to continue this physical relationship with me then I must let you know that I won’t tolerate you fucking with other people while we’re together.” He says in a serious, no-nonsense tone of voice while he drags one finger around the rim of his cup.

Sakura can’t help but cringe internally at the word “physical relationship” on instinct. The implication of a no strings attached affair between them nearly makes her frown before she remembers who she’s dealing with. You can’t be let down if you keep your expectations realistic and that’s what she intends to do going forward.

With a curt nod, Sakura shows Shisui that she understands his simple terms. Which earns her a warm smile from the Uchiha before he peers up at the clock above his kitchen window and makes a face. Almost as if he’s surprised by how fast time has gone by. A clear sign that it’s about time to leave and head home for the night. A big sigh escapes through her nose as she understands that this is as far as they are going to go today. So there’s no point in begging for crumbs of attention.

Sakura moves to embrace him as she says her good-byes. Taking note of how he stiffens slightly under her touch before shrugging it off in time to tell her when they can meet next time. And then she vanishes as she teleports back home to her apartment. The bubbling excitement in her belly keeps her up until the early hours of the morning when she finally passes out on the couch with her mind filled with the thoughts of him and the fact that she forgot her panties.

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Butterflies are swarming inside of Sakura’s belly while kunai are soaring past her small frame after she dodges them in mid-air. The overflowing excitement coursing through her body is boosting her movements, making her lighter on her feet. She lands back on the ground with a  wide grin on her lips as she raises her fists to counter an incoming blow to the torso. Naruto stumbles slightly due to her parry but quickly recovers to continue his aggressive offence. The sparring partners keep on exchanging blows, neither one getting any hits in as they are both blocking each other’s moves expertly. Until a fire jutsu forces them to part from one another.

Sakura leaps out of the way of the incoming fire ball, giggles erupt from her throat as the heat from the passing flames summons beads of sweat onto the edge of her hairline. At first glance, one might think her joy stems from the rare opportunity to spar with everyone from team seven. While getting together with her old team for a free-for-all certainly made her day, it’s what she has planned for later that will make her night. Because she and Shisui are going to meet up at his place after he has finished working. Only ninety minutes remains and the excitement bubbling in her gut have started to affect her performance since she barely reacted in time to sidestep the upper cut coming from Sasuke out of nowhere.

“Nice one!” Kakashi shouts from his comfortable seating position against a tree at the edge of the training grounds. Eyes never once leaving the open book resting in his lap.

Their sensei may have showed up to their meeting but he decided against partaking in their free-for-all in favor to catch up on his reading. Free time doesn’t come often to the first-time father and a babysitter doesn’t come cheap. So none of the junior member of team seven felt the need to pressure him into taking part in their spar and are instead content with his sparse commentary from the sidelines.

Sakura, who is fed up with being target practice at this point, delivers a chakra infused heel down into the ground. The cracks spreading in the earth below forces Sasuke to retreat backwards in order to escape the forming cave-in. A small window of opportunity of vulnerability in the Uchiha’s defense presents itself which she immediately takes off by punching him square in the gut. Sending him flying across the field, the impact sucked the air out of him and makes it so he barely sticks the landing.

Sasuke can be heard muttering curses under his breath while he clenches his injured abdomen. Shades of red are visible through his over-grown bangs as he stares back at her smug green eyes. Sakura is too preoccupied with silently gloating over getting a hit in on a sharingan user that she doesn’t detect Naruto in time to dodge him swiping at her legs. She falls to the ground on her side and lets out a groan, disappointed in herself for letting her guard down long enough for him to get a good hit on her.

“I win!” Naruto exclaims proudly with his fists raised in a victory pose before they venture down to rest behind his head. Followed closely by a wide grin appearing on his face, adding warmth to the receding heat of the setting sun.

Losing a mock battle would normally cause Sakura to sulk a little just like Sasuke is doing right now from where he is hunched over a few meters away. However, the fact that they weren’t going all out just now does in fact soften the blow to her ego quite a bit. Not to mention that there is next to nothing that can put a damper on her good mood right now. The mere reminder of her plans with Shisui later tonight is enough to tug her pursed lips into a big smile. She giggles to herself while rolling over onto her back as the giddiness becomes hard to control.

“You’re in high spirits despite your loss.” Kakashi points out as he closes in to stand over Sakura, book in hand at his side. “Is it because of a boy?” He teases her with a small smile underneath his mask. The way the other boys’ ears perk up at his words doesn’t go unnoticed on her side.

“HA!” Sakura exclaims without missing a beat as she bounces back onto her feet. “So you’re saying a woman can’t be happy without a man being involved?” She responds with a counter question. While acting like she is offended in a overdramatic manner as she attempts to turn the attention back on him without appearing overly defensive. She knows that she is successful when Naruto joins in on the teasing.

“Wow sensei. Didn’t know you were so old fashioned!” He chimes in while pointing an accusatory finger at the elder, all in a playful manner of course. Before turning back to look at his best friend, silently demanding him to take part in pestering their former teacher. Sasuke shakes his head and replies with an audible ‘tsk,’ a verbal cue that strangers would interpret as annoyance but the people close to him knows it’s actually an affectionate gesture.

Sakura watches as the Uchiha gets back up smoothly, only a feint twitch to his brow shows her that he is still in pain from the earlier blow. She moves to help him but comes to an abrupt stop when she sees the cold look in his now black eyes, warning her to stay away. It’s not unusual for men like him to refuse treatment in a shallow attempt at preserving their pride, but never before has he shown so much hostility towards her. It renders her speechless, a chill runs through her body as the tension between them continues to climb to a suffocating level.

“Ah, I should know better than to argue with whippersnappers.” Kakashi says with a melodramatic sigh and his hands on his hips. Clearly joining in on the joke and acting the part of a stuck-up elder, all eyes are on him now. His subordinates react to his theatrical display with genuine laughter and the tension between the two team members snaps and falls apart in mere seconds.

“I can’t speak for you Sakura but my happiness is mainly caused by one man in particular.” Kakashi adds, not joking this time as he is referring to Obito Uchiha, his husband. Sakura notices the fond smile that is barely visible under his mask, a smile he only shows when talking about his loved ones.

His relationship with the sixth Hokage is a heartwarming and unusual story. It all started as a one-sided rivalry between the two where Kakashi was leagues ahead of Obito until he started catching up through hard work. They were later placed on the same team together with their friend Rin and lead by Minato Namikaze, the then future forth Hokage. Where they continued to grow closer until disaster struck, when the Uchiha was crushed by a boulder and thought to have died during the third ninja war.

Despite having been gifted Obito’s left newly awakened Sharingan, ensuring that a part of him would always be with Kakashi. The sorrow caused by the Uchiha’s absence was still too great for the remaining members of team Minato. Months passed and the great war had ended when Obito was again seen on a battlefield, cradling the lifeless body of Rin and an unconscious Kakashi in his arms, surrounded by dead Kirigakure shinobi. The two boys bonded over their shared grief and grew even closer after the tragic death of their mentor. Which later caused their love to blossom and they have been inseparable ever since.

Just thinking about them makes Sakura’s heart flutter since she sincerely believes that the bond they share is genuine and true. The textbook definition of true love that she hopes to acquire for her own someday. Kakashi mentioning his relationship summons a feeling of joy that floats through the air, replacing the laughter with soft smiles. No one could have foreseen that this serene moment would be ruined by Sasuke of all people.

“Ha, gay.” His unexpected and somewhat immature comment causes his peers to fall into a fit of laughter once more and morphs Kakashi’s fond smile into a sheepish one.

The laughter slowly dies down but Sakura still retains a big smile on her face. Showing the outside world her bright side whilst silently pondering over the meaning behind Sasuke’s actions. Members of his clan, albeit a few exceptions, are naturally stand-offish and not very keen on displaying their emotions openly. Sasuke sure was slow to warm up to his new team members at first, giving them attitude and making rude comments for little to no reason. However, he stopped acting nasty after growing closer and forming a bond with his peers.

So, there must be a reason for Sasuke’s hostility because he no longer acts out without a good cause. Straight up asking him won’t do any good since he will just brush her off like usual and Sakura can’t think of anything he could be mad at her for, unless… He somehow learned about her relationship with Shisui and is perhaps jealous. Even as enticing as that image would be, the chance of him discovering their affair is small and the odds of him being envious of her having relationships with other men is close to nonexistent. So she quickly dismisses the notion and snaps out of her thoughts.

Less than an hour remains until Sakura is supposed to meet up with Shisui so it is about time she gets going. She turns to her team members and says her good-byes, lying through her teeth when she claims that there is still work for her to do at home. She promptly ignores Naruto whining about how she is always working but does not miss how Sasuke’s eyes burns into her back until she is out of sight.

*****

The sun has disappeared beyond the horizon by the time Sakura makes it to their rendezvous point with exactly ten minutes to spare. Finding that Shisui is already there, waiting for her. Going home to eat before taking a shower and getting ready was more time consuming than she had anticipated. The cold evening air makes it so she almost regrets dressing up in a pretty white knee-length skirt and a sleeveless pink blouse with black loafers. However, after hearing Shisui tell her how pretty she looks, made it all worth it and the blush emerging on her cheeks provides with enough heat to combat the chill of the night.

The Uchiha is looking as handsome as ever in casual attire when he takes Sakura’s hands to warp them over to his apartment. The pulling sensation in her stomach from getting teleported is nothing compared to the way her heart is racing in anticipation for what’s to come next. His flat looks exactly like it did last time and the blinds are shut for guaranteed privacy. He gently guides her to take a seat next to him on the couch, where her attention is immediately drawn to two open boxes on the coffee table. The box in front of her appear to contain a cluster of unidentifiable leather pieces with a couple of bunched up red ropes visible at the bottom.

Shisui sits back and watches Sakura in silence as she reaches for a circular leather object at the top, which turns out to be a collar upon closer inspection. It’s made out of fine black leather, the collar is adjustable in size with the use of a solid metal buckle. A steel loop hangs from the “D” ring attachment at the front, which is an odd design for a collar that is meant for a pet. Add the fact that the Uchiha does not own a dog and her cheeks flush a deep shade of red as she comes to the realization that this is meant for a person, not a canine.

“All of this are things that can be used as part of a scene.” Shisui explains after noticing that Sakura needs a little help filling in the blanks. He is looking at her curiously, paying attention to every trace of emotion that crosses her face. The heaviness of his stare is not frightening but instead oddly comforting, like a weighted blanket.

“A scene?” Sakura asks timidly as she places the collar onto the coffee table. Before looking back at Shisui with doe eyes, she would look like the definition of innocence if it were not for her bare nipples peaking through the sheer material of her blouse. She decided against wearing a bra today due to convenience.

“A scene or scenario in the context of BDSM refers to when two or more consenting parties act out a fantasy together. It can sexual or not, depending on the wishes of the submissive.” The Uchiha clarifies to the intrigued woman, who is latching on to every word he says. Her eyebrow shoots up in surprise at the mention of these scenarios not always being sexual in nature. She knows very little about BDSM but she always thought it had to be sexual in some way.

“It does not have to involve pain either.” Shisui continues as he bends forward to rummage through the box to the right and picks up a clunky looking massage wand that he then sets down onto the table.

Sakura gives the object a visual inspection, taking note of the two buttons that control the frequency of the vibrations. Her body shudders at the thought of how wonderful it would feel on her more intimate parts. The heat building up in her lower abdomen from all this excitement causes her to clench her thighs together. Shisui throws a glance in her direction and a smirk emerges on his lips in reaction to her action before turning away to take out a pair of black leather handcuffs.

“The main point of this relationship between us is to have an exchange of power. Where you permit me to hold control over you to a certain extent.” Shisui states while looking at Sakura with such intense black eyes that she could swear is absorbing all the light in this dimly lit room like black holes. A small, surprised sound escapes her when he gives her the cuffs to hold in her open palms.

“However, my power over you is an illusion of bondage. Just like these handcuffs.” He says with a warm smile and she tilts her head in confusion and utters out a quiet, “I’m not following.” And his smile only grows wider before he points to the metal chains that links the two cuffs together.

“These handcuffs can only bind you as long as you allow it. Since they will break after only applying the slightest pressure. The same goes for this relationship between us.” He does not need to explain anything further since the lightbulb has already turned on inside her head.

“I will be the one who is really in control while you can only wield as much power over me as I allow you to.” She finishes the rest of the sentence for him with shining bright eyes, proud of herself for catching on so quickly.

A small chuckle falls from Shisui’s grinning lips before he pats Sakura on the top of her head, a gesture indicating how he is also proud of her. She suddenly feels lightheaded and can’t stop herself from smiling. He has that effect on her, where even the smallest actions from him makes her head dizzy and her body heat up. She knows that she needs to get her emotions in check before they bring disaster to her front door. But indulging in these wonderful feelings a little longer couldn’t hurt too much, now could it?

“From now on…” Shisui begins as he regains his serious tone and ruffles her hair on last time before withdrawing his hand. “Everything we do together is going to be a scene. Which requires that we discuss, plan, and implement proper safety measures beforehand. No matter how intense or mundane these scenarios may be.” He finishes and leaves the silent implication that she should voice her agreement hanging in the air.

“I understand.” Sakura finds herself saying automatically without needing to think too much about her answer beforehand. Almost as if she is too eager to hurry up and move along to the good stuff.

That must be it, considering that she has trouble keeping still, instead shifting in her seat out of excitement. While peering up at him through her eyelashes, acting as curtains to help shield the hunger in her eyes. Shisui senses the thrill coursing through her body and reacts with displaying a smirk that is dripping with wickedness. Causing her belly to swirl with arousal, the searing heat burning inside her keeps growing hotter and hotter.

“We must talk through a few things before we can start playing.” Shisui states with a sheepish smile, clearly tired of hearing himself talk but still needing to get this part over with.

Sakura understands the need for caution but she still pouts to show her disappointment. The Uchiha ignores her immature display and reaches for one of the two glasses of water behind the boxes and brings it to his lips, watching the kunoichi do the same in the corner of his eye.

“We need to discuss the color system and safe words before going any further.” Shisui begins to explain after downing half of the water in his glass and sets it back down on the table. Sakura quirks an eyebrow but says nothing, her silence telling him to elaborate.

“The color system in implemented during scenarios via the dominant saying ‘color’ and the submissive responding with the color that fits their current mood.” He continues while turning his body to lean against the arms rest with one arm propped up against a raised knee. Looking deeply into her eyes with that signature glare. “Green means ‘go ahead,’ yellow means ‘proceed with caution’ and red means ‘stop immediately.’”  

Sakura nods along with his explanation, finding it simple and easy to follow. Shifting her body so she is now sitting on her knees and leaning onto the back cushion, facing Shisui and staring back at him with equal intensity. His eyebrows shoots up in a silent challenge and she can feel her heart picking up the pace. The tension burning between them is already so strong and they are still on the planning stage.

“And a safe word is…” Sakura says, beckoning for him to continue as her impatience is getting the better of her. Shisui leans forward with a hungry look covering his face and the pressure between them turns electric, like a powerline that got struck by lightning and is moments away from combusting. “…A chosen word that means ‘stop immediately’ and can be used any time without needing to be asked first.” He finishes her sentence just as his hand reaches her cheek to caress the soft skin gently and she leans into it, desperate for his touch.

She can feel herself getting mesmerized by the pleasant feeling of his fingers sliding up her cheek to push a stray lock behind her ear. A soft moan escapes past her lips once his fingers goes around to tangle themselves in her hair. Bringing their faces close together yet just out of reach for a kiss. Her thoughts are all tangled up like a ball of yarn but she manages to clear her mind long enough to accomplish what needs to be done.

“Good night” Sakura whispers with a smug smile, savoring the brief look of confusion on Shisui’s face before his smirk slides back into place after the meaning behind her words dawns on him. “That’s a great safe word.” Shisui speaks with his hot breath fanning across her face.

The distance between them is rapidly shrinking as Sakura is incapable of withstanding the tension any longer. She is done with listening to him talk, she needs his lips on hers and his hands roaming her body. Everything about Shisui is magnetizing and she can’t fight the force he emits that is pulling her closer. He tilts his head slightly and flashes his teeth in a wide grin, tempting her closer. She is mere moments from tasting his smirk when he untangles his fingers from her hair, pulling away to leer down at her. Looking awfully smug despite denying her his lips.

“So eager… You must be tired from hearing me talk so let’s get down to business.” Shisui chuckles with amusement at Sakura’s visible disappointment that quickly morphs into excitement upon hearing his words. Her eyes follow the movement of his right hand as it reaches to pick up the black collar from the table, rubbing the smooth leather with his thumb.

“Only good girls get rewards…” Shisui says with a husky voice and lidded eyes filled with lust as he spins the collar around using one finger. Sakura’s ears perk up and she meets his hungry glare while she readily awaits for what comes next. “And you will have to complete a basic course of obedience before you can earn your diploma.” The circular motions comes to an abrupt stop.

The explicit implication leaves Sakura feeling dizzy, as if her balance has been greatly interfered with and she can no longer tell left from right and up from down. The fire burning in the pit of her belly have now spread to consume the space in between her thighs. She doesn’t command her hands to reach out for the collar but she also doesn’t fight it and lets Shisui place the leather object in her open palms.

The Uchiha watches her fiddle with the metal buckle in complete silence, letting her figure out what she wants to do next all on her own. The leather feels cool on the skin of her throat as she brings the opened collar up to her neck. She has no problem with reaching around her neck to adjusting the size and securing without assistance. Once she is done and her hands have fallen to rest on her lap does he inspect the collar to make sure it isn’t too tight by fitting two finger in-between her skin and the leather.

“How does it feel?” Shisui asks softly while looking at her with caring eyes. His two digits travels up from her throat to her cheek bone, stroking the skin tenderly along the way.

Sakura disregards his touch for a second to take a moment to consider her true feelings regarding the collar wrapped around her neck. Its comfortable but it feels rather heavy, not in a physically but psychologically. Although, the weighted sensation that it brings her is not unpleasant, instead it makes her feel protected. Like she is enveloped in a warm embrace, where no harm will reach her.

“It makes me feel cared for, like a spoiled pet, almost.” Sakura tells him honestly while she fidgets with the metal ring at the front in between her fingers. Shisui gives her a big smile and pets her cheek one last time before withdrawing his hand. “That’s exactly the kind of feeling that we are aiming for.” He says over his shoulder as he is standing up.

The coffee table along with the contents on top is lifted and moved to the side of the living room, freeing up space in front of the couch. Shisui turns around to face Sakura, who has been watching him work with curious eyes and excitement bubbling in her belly. He offers her an outstretched arm, gesturing for her to come closer. She rises to her feet on unsteady legs and takes three shaky steps to reach him.

Two large hands grab a hold of Sakura’s waist to support her wobbly frame. She peers up at his face and is comforted by his warm smile and kind eyes, ensuring her that everything is alright and that she has nothing to fear. Neither of them speaks a word as he gently coaxes her to face the couch before he goes back to sit down. She silently observes him getting comfortable, leaning back and propping an ankle over one knee.

“We are going to practice obedience by learning verbal commands in the form of positions.” Shisui explains his intentions for the scenario they are going to act out and Sakura nods once to show him that she is following. “Normally, I would be more thorough in planning out a scenario but I will make a small exception since this is your first time and the scene will be light.” He continues while never taking his eyes off her.

Everything Shisui is saying sounds fine so far, nothing is making Sakura uncomfortable and she would prefer for him to speed things up. Her impatience once again getting the better of her as she fidgets on the spot. The heat pooling at her lower abdomen is interfering with her ability to think straight. Her desire is her main motivation and she needs him to help quell the fire that is currently ravaging her on the inside.

“I understand you fully, can we please move along.” Sakura says while sounding snappier than intended, highlighting her lack of patience. A look of worry covers her face as she fears that she may have acted out of place. If she had spoken to Tsunade like this during her days as her apprentice, she would have been harshly reprimanded. But Shisui just smirks at her in amusement.

“We are nearly done talking, firecracker.” The rich laugh that follow his words feels like music to her ears and instantly makes her feel calmer, suspense replacing worry. “Just one more thing – Do you remember your safe word?”

“Good night.” Sakura shoots back faster than she knew she was capable off. Surprising even Shisui, who raises an eyebrow in response. She straightens out her posture under his gaze, looking like a soldier standing by while awaiting instructions.

The atmosphere is once again getting heavier with each passing second of this silent stand-off between the two of them. Shisui now wears a neutral expression, one Sakura could have mistaken for disinterest if it were not for the hint of lust in his eyes and twitch to the corner of his lips. She is reminded of her own desire when she feels slick pooling on the inside of her panties. A needy whine breaks through the silence, a noise of desperation that she did not register coming from her own lips until the Uchiha smirks wickedly at her.

“Such an impatient thing you are… I like it.” Shisui speaks with a voice weighed down by hunger. Shifting in his seat in an attempt to hide his growing desire. She is stuck staring at the huge dent at the front of his sweatpants, her eyes only flying up to meet his when he speaks again. “Let’s start easy… Kneel.”

The command is spoken with little force but it is enough to cause Sakura’s legs to give in. Her knees colliding with the hard wood floor as she gets seated in a kneeling position, back straight and open palms resting on her thighs. The collar around her neck makes her look like a well-trained pet or a broken slave. She is not sure which one she would rather be in this scenario since they are both equally arousing. Her fingers dig into the fabric of her skirt as she tries to suppress a moan while waiting for the next order.

“Hands behind your head.” Shisui issues his command and hums with satisfaction when Sakura moves to replicate his desired position. He puts both feet on the floor as he leans forward to rest his forearms on his knees, getting a better view. “Cross your wrists above your head.” He ushers his next order and she is quick to obey.

Sakura watches him with awe as he palms his clothed erection a few times, no doubt relieving some of the ache. The fact that he is turned on from just observing her act out these position causes her desire for him to grow tenfold. Her lower belly swirl with a pulsating heat that can be felt all the way down to her slick thighs. She will soon reach her breaking point and begin to beg him for any sort of relief. Suppressing this deep-seated need is demanding, bordering on painful, but it is necessary if she wants to receive her reward.

“Crawl.” Shisui commands with a hoarse tone of voice, eyes clouded with lust. He must also be nearing his limit of how much he can take before giving in to his desires.

Dropping onto all fours, Sakura starts to crawl towards Shisui with her heart beating against her ribcage. The hard wood floor is rough on her knees but she does not let the pain faze her as she is determined to reach her destination. The metal ring of the collar clatters with every motion. A raised hand directs her to stop just out of touching distance and she freezes in her position on the spot as she looks up at him with yearning eyes. Silently begging him to quit teasing her and just touch her.

“Beg.” The Uchiha issues another order with a mischievous glint in his eyes and a wicked smirk to match.

Every other command has been straight forward and easy to follow but this one is a lot more vague compared to the rest. Causing Sakura to hesitate for the first time tonight, tensing up as she is unsure of what to do exactly. The command ‘beg’ could either mean a verbal or non-verbal response and she is not sure which one. She peers up at Shisui and he stares back with an expression of thinly veiled amusement, giving her no slightest hint as to what he wants from her.

“Color.” Shisui says with a calm tone as he is checking in on her mental state after witnessing the unsure look on her face. Sakura snaps out of her thoughts to respond with a confident, “green.” Ensuring him that she is completely fine despite appearances. Her answer is enough to satisfy him and lets her continue on her own.

A frustrated frown and pout decorates Sakura’s facial features as she thinks about what she should do. Before deciding to take a shot in the dark by sitting back on her heels and bringing her hands up to her chest. Bending them at the wrist so she resembles a dog begging for food. She stays like this for a moment, frozen in place while Shisui looks her up and down with intrigued eyes. Only a few seconds have passed despite it feeling like an eternity when he finally utters the words she has been dying to hear. “Good girl.”

A sense of pride swells within Sakura when she receives his praises and a small smile grace her lips when he leans back and signals for her to come closer. She crawls faster towards him than before, closing the gap between them in the blink of an eye. Her pulse is throbbing underneath the skin of her sex, blood flowing through her swollen clit. Slowly driving her mad as she settles between the Uchiha’s spread legs. Her line of sight getting caught on the mouthwatering dent in his pants, just a short distance away from her greedy lips.

“Does my good girl want her rewards?” Shisui says with a sweet tone and Sakura jerks her head up to look into his lusting eyes, losing herself in them for a split second. Her immense want for him is burning through her body like a fever and the cure is just within her reach. She nods her head with enough enthusiasm to bring a wicked glint to his now red eyes.

“Come up here and get it then.” Shisui drawls as he flashes her a wide grin, showing off his sharp canines. Looking near identical to a cat looming over a cornered mouse. Accept, she is not trapped, she is exactly where she wants to be.

Sakura climbs up to straddle Shisui’s lap, her clothed sex flush against his hard-on. Confident hands come up to grab his shoulders for support. Their faces are so close together that the only thing they can see are each other’s eyes and the only thing they can feel are each other’s bodies. The lingering silence is broken by a rich chuckle falling from his lips once she begins to grind her hips, his chuckles quickly morphing into a deep groan. She is incapable of controlling herself anymore since she has gone well beyond her limit and is in desperate need of relief.

Shisui puts his hands on her waist but does not stop her or attempt to command Sakura’s movements. Instead, they just rest there as he sits back and lets her do as she pleases, she has earned it after all. Soft moans spill from her lips as she grinds down on his lap, no doubt smearing the slick that has spilled down her thighs all over the front of his pants. But she is past the point of caring, only concerned with chasing her own high with frantic movements of her hips.

It feels so good to rub herself on him like a cat in heat that is trying to entice the male to mate with her. She shamelessly moves her hips in circular motions, pressing down on his bulge as she keeps on riding him hard. The moans spilling from their lips ends up intertwined with one another as their mouths hovers just out of reach. Until she closes the distance between them and finally tastes the smirk she has been yearning for so long. She shuts her eyes with a sigh while the world fades around her until there is nothing left accept for them.

Together they move as one, following the pace set by Sakura’s hips. Shisui tilts his head so he can deepen the kiss, stretching out the tip of his tongue to rub it up against hers. He cups her face firmly to gain more control and swallows the gasp of surprise she lets out from his confident approach. Before she falls back in line with his fast rhythm while continuing to rub their hips together.

The euphoric sensation that is growing between Sakura’s thighs has her head spinning, both caused by the lack of air and the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her any second now. Still, her motions does not falter in the slightest as she keeps on chasing her high. Shisui joins in by rutting his hips up against her soaked sex, sending sparks flying throughout her tensed-up body. The closer she is getting to coming, the closer she gets to completely losing herself in his arms. Wishing that she could stay here in this state of bliss forever and never have to leave him ever again.

Sakura comes so hard on Shisui’s lap that she sees entire constellations of stars dancing along the insides of her closed eyelids. Forcefully tearing her swollen lips away to suck air into her empty lungs. Her exhales morphing into wanton moans as she fills the air with her praises. Gushing slick all over the front of Shisui’s sweatpants, soiling them without a care in the world. Throwing her head back as she keeps on riding out her high until her hips can move no more.

The aftershock of Sakura’s orgasm hits her like a gut punch and she slumps against Shisui’s chest. Resting her head on his shoulder as she is panting heavily in his ear, trying to catch her breath. He lets go of her face in favor of holding her while she recovers. Nothing feels real during the time spent in his arms, she could be floating up in the clouds right now if it weren’t for the collar weighing her down. They stay like this for what must be over ten minutes, only the soft sounds of their breathing and noises from outside filling the silence.

Then Sakura feels one of the hands resting on her back vanish before appearing again at her neck to unbuckle the collar, tossing it aside to pick up later. She does not feel lighter now that the collar is removed, instead she feels constricted and longs for it to be wrapped around her throat once again. He pets her hair twice before lifting her off of his lap, she slumps down in her seat while the Uchiha stands up to stretch just like he did last time. She watches him in silence as he tidies up the place, too tired to make small talk. Paying some extra attention to how the muscles in his shoulders flex as he is carrying the coffee table.

Shisui disappears into his bedroom briefly to put away the two boxes before returning a few minutes later with two scrolls. He walks up to Sakura and gives the rolled pieces of paper for her to hold. They are both small enough to fit comfortably in the palm of her hands. One of them is clearly an item scroll, she can tell from the intricate markings that is covering the outside. While the other one appears to be just a normal scroll used for writing. She looks up at him with curious eyes, waiting for an explanation.

“These scrolls contains your homework.” Shisui says cheerfully as he goes over to sit on the left armrest of the couch, peering down at her seated form. “Tomorrow I will leave for a mission that will last for at least three weeks. So these are meant to keep you occupied until we can see each other again.” He finishes explaining to an intrigued looking Sakura, who is watching him intently like a pupil admiring their teacher. His eyes grow softer, clearly pleased with being regarded as a mentor regardless of the current circumstances.

The urge to sneak peek inside of the scrolls is gnawing at the back of Sakura’s neck, but she drowns out the need before rising to her feet in preparation to make her leave. The time must be close to midnight and she has to work early tomorrow. Which means that the scrolls will have to wait until after she has finished working. She bites the inside of her cheek to repress her lack of patience as she leans forward slightly in a bow.

“Thank you for tonight. I had a lot of fun.” Sakura expresses her gratitude, gripping the scrolls in her hands tightly as she straightens out her back.

“It makes me happy to know that you had fun.” Shisui responds with a soft smile and fond eyes.

And for a moment it feels as if time has come to a standstill and that Sakura’s heart has stopped beating. Like she is hanging on by a thread that is wrapped firmly around Shisui’s pinky finger. His affectionate expression carries a promise of a life filled with joy that she so desperately craves for her own. She finds herself reaching out to caress his face but stops herself just in time after realizing what she is doing, muttering a quick good-bye before she exits his apartment in a flash.

Sakura curses under her breath, furious with herself for seeing what she wanted to see. The cold night breeze clings to her loose clothes and bare skin as she hurries home without ever glancing back. Shisui is emotionally unavailable and she should know better than to let herself be drawn in by a fantasy that will never come to fruition.

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The bright green leaves on the trees outside have started to fade into a bleak hue – signaling the arrival of autumn. Almost three weeks have passed since Shisui left for his mission and Sakura misses him truly. Her days are simply not the same without his surprise appearances, witty banter and feather-light touches. Time seem to have slowed down for her as well, dragging on for far too long when all she wants to do is make it go faster so she can finally see the Uchiha again. Her normal duties feel more like a chore than a job that she actually loves doing and her usual hobbies like sparring and socializing are just not appealing to her at the moment. The only ways to really make the time pass are either to daydream or engage in the homework she was given.

Sakura has been using the magic wand vibrator every day since Shisui gave it to her. Always making time in the evening hours to pleasure herself with it. Greatly enjoying the quick and powerful orgasms it provides with its multiple settings and strong vibrations. Making sure she’s left more than satisfied. It’s feels so good, almost too good since she has completely forgotten about her other nightly routines. All of the books she was planning on reading lie neglected on top of her book shelf.

Strong autumn winds howl outside and beats on Sakura’s bedroom window. Nearly drowning out the buzzing noise of the magic wand. The sounds of her choked moans joins the melody as she reaches her peak for the sixth time that night. Then turning it off with sticky fingers, giving herself a moment to breathe and recover from the back-to-back, over stimulating orgasms. Her bedroom is being illuminated by a single lamp on the bedside table, the blinds are shut tight and she’s unsure what time it is currently. Gradually, she moves to get off her disheveled bed. Fixing her tank-top, the only piece of clothing that she’s wearing, before peaking behind the blinds and being greeted by dark and stormy skies.

It must be way past midnight and about time for Sakura to go to bed. However, she doesn’t feel like sleeping just yet, there’s still homework that needs be completed before Shisui returns. The scroll that she was also given by the Uchiha lies safely tucked away in one of her desk drawers, ensuring that a visitor does not accidentally stumble across it. She wouldn’t want anyone to know about its contents and the intimate information it provides. The vibrator is returned to its secret hiding place and she quickly tidies her bed before she goes to retrieve the piece of parchment. Sitting down at her desk to read it once more.

The scroll contains a list of kinks and specific sex acts, with a detailed definition included for each one. Shisui made it for Sakura to go through and put each one into three categories – like, neutral, and dislike. Therefore making it easy for her partner to gain a proper understanding of her deeper desires and how he should go about exploring them. He never told her about his own kinks but she can tell that he has also gone through this list and written down his own opinion. So she can also understand what makes him tick.

Sakura chews on the pen in her hand while looking over the list, excitement flaring up in her belly, making her clench her thighs together. This scroll feels almost like a portal to another world that she didn’t know existed. There are so many things that she never could have imagined on her own – like intercrural sex. Acts that she’s very eager to try. Being on the receiving end of kinks like dirty talk, degradation, praise and bondage really sounds like heaven to her. Especially considering that Shisui marked all of them with a ‘like’ of his own.

A sigh escapes Sakura when she abruptly remembers that Shisui still hasn’t taken her virginity yet. His reason being that she isn’t ready for cock right now. Which naturally means that everything on this list will also have to wait. She kicks her legs out under the desk in frustration that’s caused by this revelation. Making her wish that the Uchiha would just hurry up – both in terms of returning from his current mission and the pace of their sexual relationship. The sounds of soft rain attracts her attention back to the window where drops of rainwater is beating gently against the glass. Reminding her that it was supposed to start raining at two in the morning according to the earlier weather report. A small sense of panic fills her mind as she realizes that she needs to get up early for work tomorrow – no, today.

Sakura scurries to get ready for bed, making sure to put away the scroll before she heads to the bathroom where she brushes her teeth and washes her armpits with a wet piece of cloth. Then returning to her bedroom and double checks that the scroll is safe and sound before turning off the single light and calling it a night. Wrapping the covers tightly around her body as she struggles to get comfortable. Sleep evading her entirely while her mind races with the filthy thoughts of Shisui and what he will do to her once he gets home. It feels like the anticipation is about to eat her alive.

*****

Day life has begun to slow down and night life is beginning to wake up as dusk is taking hold of the village. Sakura wanders aimlessly through the streets of Konoha with no destination in mind as she’s only looking to kill some time. She just got off work, still in her scrubs and has no idea how to spend her evening since she can’t masturbate the entire night away and Shisui still hasn’t returned from his mission yet. Which is a problem because she doesn’t have motivation to do much of anything else right now. So, she has resorted to walking around town until she finds a proper distraction.

Sakura walks past many different kinds of stores and restaurants, none of them managing to catch her eye. While loads of people, both strangers and acquaintances, greets her on the street with only a few stopping to make conversation. Talking about mundane things like her work or various types of Ninjutsu. She wears a fake smile the entire time in order to hide her disinterest and not to be rude. Since her mind is currently somewhere else. She manages to free herself from these tiresome conversations with the excuse that she has somewhere else to be, an innocent type of deception but still a lie nonetheless.

“Oi Sakura, over here!” A booming voice calls out from a distance.

Sakura would have popped a vein out of irritation at being stopped yet again if she didn’t turn towards where to voice came from and saw the Hokage sitting inside of a restaurant. Waving for her to come join him and his friends while flashing her a big, genuine smile. She is incapable of resisting Obito’s charm and goes over to join them at their table, sitting down between Itachi and Kakashi. The clan heir is accompanied by his wife Izumi while baby Rin is bouncing on her father’s lap. Giggling the entire time as she tries to pull at the Jounin’s mask, only to be thwarted by her dad every time.

The sushi restaurant is small and cozy, brown panel walls and white tile floors. A family business like many other stores here in Konoha, run an elderly couple with welcoming faces. There are no other customers here accept for the Hokage and his crew but the store owners doesn’t seem to mind. Which isn’t surprising considering the amount of empty plates that are on the group’s table.

“I could treat you with some food if you would like?” Obito offers cheerfully with a smile so infectious that Sakura feels the corners of her mouth twitch.

The sixth Hokage is a wonderful man – thoughtful, selfless and kind. So it comes as no surprise that he is so loved by the village, being able to become Hokage due to his popularity and immense strength. Despite the fact that he is an Uchiha and isn’t exactly shy about his relationship with Kakashi or that he loves both men and women. Something that isn’t as widely accepted in the Shinobi world as it should be by now considering the amount of progress it has undergone the last century. Sakura has grown to be extremely protective of her former Sensei and his husband, scolding anyone who dares to call them foul names or bad mouth them because of their love.

“Sure, I would love something to eat.” Sakura accepts his offer, gives the laminated menu a quick glance before picking the nine piece nigiri sushi.

Sakura takes part in their conversation while she waits for her food to be prepared. Chatting about everything between the sun and the earth. Having to hold back her laughter as Kakashi recounts a story of Obito nearly getting his eyes clawed out after believing himself to be capable of wrestling a cat back in their Genin days. Itachi then chiming in with his own tale about how Sasuke also severely underestimated a cat and ended up needing stitches.

Members of the Uchiha clan are more outgoing than you are lead to believe once you get to know them properly. It’s lax conversations like these causes Sakura to miss socializing with them. As well as making her yearn for Shisui’s return even more. A somber look envelopes her facial features as she is silently reminiscing about their secret rendezvous, a blush heats up her cheeks once she recalls the scroll and what awaits her sometime in the future. Only to be distracted by her food arriving.

“Balancing my obligations to the clan and my love life is not an easy task.” Itachi mentions after the conversation of marriage and working full time is brought up. Taking a sip of his tea while Izumi nods in agreement besides him.

“I concur. Being both the Hokage and a family man can be difficult sometimes but we make it work.” Obito says with an overly sweet voice as he affectionately pokes the cheek of his husband with one index finger and his child with the other. The adorable display makes Sakura’s heart swells with happiness.

“It must be lovely to be married to your best friend.” Sakura admits, feeling like the odd one out since she is the only single person at this table. She distracts herself from any lingering thoughts of heartache by munching down on the last piece of sushi on her plate.

“So, are you currently seeing anyone?” Izumi asks the other woman who nearly chokes on her food after being caught off guard by the seemingly innocent question.

Itachi hits Sakura lightly on the back with an enclosed fist to help her clear her windpipe of any intrusions. Coughing onto the inside of her elbow while Rin start fuzzing in her sleep and the stares of everyone else in the restaurant burn into her skin. They must be wondering why she reacted so strangely to a standard question and she honestly doesn’t know the reason why either. She is very aware of her own relationship status and her agreement with Shisui. Her heart should not twist so painfully at being reminded that they are not officially together.

“No, no, I’m not in a relationship currently. Still haven’t found the right one.” Sakura says sheepishly while waving her hand in a dismissive motion.

“You sound a lot like Shisui just now.” Itachi states with a laugh, the other Uchiha grins to each other as if they are all apart of some sort of inside joke.

Which captures Sakura’s attention a little too well and she produces a curious ‘hmm?’ noise. Leaning forward and props her elbows on the table, eyes locked onto the clan heir. Before she catches herself and readjust to make it appear like she is stretching her back in order to not look so interested. Accept everyone at the table react with a small motion, Itachi and Obito exchanges a brief look between each other. She cringes inwardly, hoping that none of them figured her out.

“Oh you see, Shisui’s a bit of a hound dog, mounting anyone he fancies. Gender being entirely irrelevant and his affairs never last long. The excuse is always that he has not found the ‘one’ yet.” Izumi explains with a warm smile and piercing eyes. Sakura knits her brows together in a look of confusion. The older woman’s stern expression might be a covert warning against pursuing the man or it might just be her reading into the situation a bit too much.

However, the fact remains that this information about Shisui must be so widely known in order for Izumi to speak so loosely about it. Sakura already knows that he is emotionally unavailable because he made that very clear since the beginning. Although, him also liking men is news to her, something she could never have guessed about him. But then again, she does not actually know that much about him outside of sexual preferences. She becomes a little upset with herself for not having learned more about him by now and she vows to change that as soon as he gets back.

“Relationships with the same sex are not considered to be taboo within the Uchiha clan like it is with other clans and civilians.” Obito says solemnly while putting his hand on his husband’s shoulder and squeezing it gently. Kakashi gives the other man a fond look as he is petting their sleeping daughter’s hair softly.

Sakura blinks idly at the two married men before she is able to connect the dots inside of her head. Realizing that Obito thought her bewildered expression was because of them being so open about loving the same sex and not because she was surprised by Shisui swinging both ways. As well as being perplexed by Izumi’s strange body language. She decides not to argue against his misconception of her reaction. Instead letting the owners clean off their table of empty plates, signaling that this little get together is coming to an end.

Obito reaches into one of the pockets in his flak jacket and pulls out his wallet to pay for the meal. Whilst the rest engage in a conversation that Sakura does not hear due to her being lost in thought. Her mind is being pulled in a hundred different directions and she can not focus on one train of thought for long before being entirely derailed. By emotions like jealousy, uncertainty, lust and devotion. This impromptu get together may have been short but it still leaves a lasting impression on Sakura. Clinging to her the entire way home after she said her goodbyes.

*****

The front door to Sakura’s apartment unlocks with a sharp click and she lets herself inside. Taking off her shoes and tosses the keys into a wooden bowl on the kitchen table before heading to the sink for something to drink. The place is exactly how she left it, not a single thing out of place and pitch dark until the lights are turned on again. She swallows a glass of ice-cold water in three big gulps, slamming the cup back onto the counter. A satisfied sigh escaping her as she stretches out her arms above her head. Sparing a moment to properly digest today’s events, her train of thought keeps coming back to the earlier conversation at the restaurant.

Sakura is still a little indecisive regarding her thoughts about Shisui’s bisexuality. On one hand, no individual should feel pressured to come out before they are ready. But on the other hand, hiding something so vital about yourself in a relationship that is supposed to be built on mutual trust is far from ideal. She sighs through her nose whilst pacing back and forth in her kitchen in an attempt to quell her inner doubts. Surely he knows that she is at all not repulsed by people loving the same sex, given her close relationship with her Sensei. So he must have a reason for keeping this information from her.

The sound of someone or something rummaging through her bedroom snaps Sakura out of her self soothing pacing. Her whole body tenses up, heart picking up the pace whilst she turns her attention towards the source of the noise. Their presence is well hidden, entirely undetectable to her trained senses, but they are not totally silent in their movements. Almost like they did not even bother attempting to be quiet, indifferent to the possibility of being caught. Curiosity defeats apprehension and she walks towards her bedroom with decisive steps, nearly slamming the door open with enough force to throw it of its hinges. A familiar and welcoming sight welcomes her on the other side.

Shisui is standing over at her desk with the open scroll resting in his hands. Giving it a final glance before looking up and meeting Sakura’s stare. He must have just gotten back from his mission, only doing what is required of him before making his way over to her apartment. Seeing how his curly hair is still damp from recently taking a shower, the pleasing scent of his body wash ignites her senses. A white bandage sits on his left cheek, covering up an injury that she is itching to treat. The loose grey sweatpants and clan emblem shirt fits his toned body wonderfully. A cheeky grin covers his face, pearly white canines highlights his glowing skin. Her heart skips a beat and struggles to fall back into rhythm thereafter.

He looks healthy, he looks happy, he looks perfect.

“How about you give me a warning before you break into my apartment. Nearly gave me a heart attack!” Sakura exclaims while diverting her line of sight to her desk. Whilst hoping that the Uchiha can’t see her heated cheeks in the dark, the street light outside of her window being the only source of illumination.

Shisui let’s out a laugh, the warm and pleasant sound fills the empty space in Sakura’s heart that he had left behind in his absence. The deep-rooted yearning for this man fades into nothingness before he even gets the chance to speak. “Sorry for barging in without a second notice. I just missed you during my mission and couldn’t wait to see you.”

Sakura's eyes widens and her bottom lip quivers in an expression of awe. It feels like a butterfly migration is passing through her stomach and she can barely contain the small smile that is tugging at the corners of her lips. Shisui’s words are proof that she was not the only one that ached during the other's absence. Hearing him say that he had missed her made all those torturous days spent waiting more than worth it in the end.

The distance between them becomes unbearable to the point where Sakura closes the gap in an instant and seals their mouths together in a kiss. Barely giving Shisui enough time to get the scroll out of the way before she pushes her body up against his strong chest. Channeling all of her desire into the movements of her lips. Humming in delight when he mimics her motions and tangles one hand into her hair. He chuckles against her lips, that damned rich sound will be the end of her surely. Before forcefully ending their kiss by pulling her head away from him using the strong grip he has on her pink locks.

“So I take it that you missed me too.” Shisui states whilst wearing a grin that Sakura is eager to taste. She would have climbed him like a mountaineer already if he was not currently holding her back.

“Of course I did!” Sakura exclaims as she digs her nails into his shoulders in an attempt to pull him closer. “I even used the magic wand that you gave me everyday.” She adds, causing his grin to morph into a crooked smirk.

“Oh, really? Looks like my plan to turn you into a sexual deviant is working as intended.” Shisui teases as he brings his face close enough for Sakura to see the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. But not close enough to lock their lips together again.

A surprised noise escapes Shisui after Sakura playfully hits him on the shoulder with an enclosed fist. Prompting him to release his grip on her hair before his hands return to pinch her waist, earning himself a cute squeak from the woman. She decides to retaliate by tackling him from the side and pushes him onto her bed. Landing on top of him and dipping her head into the crook of his neck to blow raspberries onto his skin. He giggles loudly in a way that she has never heard before, a pleasant sound like wind chimes to her ears. Then, in the blink of an eye, he has flipped them over. Pinning her body underneath his own, locking her in place and putting an end to their play fight.

“Can’t you just let me win one fight.” Sakura laughs breathlessly, only slightly bitter about losing to him a second time. Even if it was not a real sparring session.

“You should know by now that I take pleasure in overpowering people and bending them to my will.” Shisui grins against Sakura’s neck, his voice is full of mischief. Her cheeks flush red once the connotation behind his words reaches her brain.

Sakura then becomes hyperaware of the positioning of their bodies. Shisui lays between her spread legs, one thigh wrapped around his waist. Their chests are pressed together, his lips are at her neck. Marking her skin with light kisses. The heat that has been building between them makes her want to strip naked and feel him bare against her body. All of the accumulated lust inside of her veins are seconds away from bursting. Flooding her system with uncontrollable desire as well as soaking her inner thighs with slick. She never noticed that she had started bucking her hips until a firm hand presses down on her hip to stop it.

Shisui laughs at her antics, the warm sound heats up Sakura’s cheeks along with her sex. Uncurling the leg around his waist before sitting up on his heels, looking down on her with lusting eyes. “You are eager as always, I like that. But we have a few things to discuss before we do anything else.” He says while waving the scroll in his hand.

Sakura can’t stop herself from groaning at the constant lectures and speeches about safety and trust. All talk and no action. A pout emerges on her face, showcasing her sense of disappointment. To which, Shisui reacts with an amused expression and shakes his head, clicking his tongue like he is almost scolding her behavior. Causing her facial features to twist into a frown, crossing her legs and sits up to look the Uchiha in the eye. He responds by tilting his head and flashing her a twisted smirk.

“Yeah, I know. You must be tired of me running my mouth at this point.” Shisui drawls, half-lidded eyes focused on where his thumb is gently pressing on Sakura’s bottom lip. Her facial features softens from his touch and she is once again hanging tightly onto every word he utters. “But I promise you that things will heat up between us after we are done talking.” He whispers, spoken like a vow that is only meant for them to hear. Running his calloused thumb down her chin and throat.

“Then lets not waste any time.” Sakura counters as she grabs Shisui’s hand and bringing his thumb back up to wrap her lips around the finger, sucking it while staring deep into his eyes.

The Uchiha's dark irises flashes red for a split second before he regains his composure. The crooked smirk on his lips grows wider and allows for a pointed canine to peek through. He slowly withdraws his finger from Sakura’s mouth and she releases it with a ‘pop’ sound. Earning herself a sharp exhale from the man as he unfolds the bunched up scroll with both hands. They twists their bodies so they are sitting side by side with their legs hanging off the bed. Making it possible for the both of them to read the text at the same time.

“I see that you have checked off almost every box that I have also marked. Did you do that just to please me or because you are genuinely interested?” Shisui inquires whilst running his index finger down the list.

Sakura quirks a brow as she follows the motion of his finger, reading every description along the way. “The latter.” She responds plainly with confidence, peering up at him through her lashes. Shisui is very much aware of her people pleasing tendencies and is most likely making sure that she is not about to put herself in a situation that she is uncomfortable with just to make him happy.

“Great.” He says, tearing his eyes from the document briefly to flash her a bright smile before returning his attention back to scroll. “You drew a line connecting praise kink with degradation, may I ask why?” Shisui points out whilst tapping his finger on the mark she added onto the paper.

She bends forward to get a closer look on the note that she made. Taking the opportunity to lean against the Uchiha’s shoulder, nuzzling into his shirt with her cheek. Savoring the close contact that she has yearned after for weeks now. Only pulling away after Shisui appears to get restless and in need of an answer. Their eyes meet as he turns to face her, the bandage on his cheek once again catches Sakura’s attention. He does not complain when she peels it off to reveal a cut underneath, spanning across his entire left cheek bone. She slowly raises a chakra infused hand to his cheek, a content sigh flies past his lips as her cooling chakra flows into his system through the wound.

“I linked the two of them together because I want to be degraded sweetly rather than harshly. With some praise sprinkled into it.” Sakura explains her reasoning while attentively tending to Shisui’s wound. Accelerating the healing process before knitting the edges of the shallow cut together. Whilst the Uchiha studies her face closely as she works. Quirking an intrigued brow at her explanation. “Self inflicted, got too close to a thorn bush. If you are wondering.” He mumbles the reason for getting hurt right as she is about to mend the top layer of his damaged skin. She giggles lightly as she is pulling away from him.

The two of them sit in silence after Sakura has finished with healing Shisui’s wound. Staring deep into each other’s eyes while figuring out what to do next. A trace of intimacy lingers in the air between them, acting like a gravitational force that is pulling them closer together. She tries to resist, she really does, but she is always the first one of them to give in. Placing her hand delicately on his newly healed skin, stroking his cheekbone with her thumb. He does not shrug off her hand nor does he lean into her touch. While continuing on looking at her with a blank expression, keeping his face borderline unreadable. Always indecisive, never being able to fully commit to either affection nor indifference.

Sakura stays like this for the moment, not speaking a single word as she is caressing Shisui’s cheek softly. Taking her time to gather the courage needed to ask the question that has been stuck in the back of her mind for what feels like hours now. She withdraws her hand and tears her eyes away from his face in favor of twiddling her fingers, avoiding his gaze. He regards her with intrigued eyes, but says nothing.

“This may be entirely out of line for me to ask, but…” Sakura says nervously getting caught up on the last word as she is hesitating. Dark eyes rakes across her face, probably studying her features in search for a clue that could explain her sudden change in demeanor. Her voice is giving out, her courage is diminishing. She takes a deep breath to calm herself before meeting his eyes and forces out the words that are sticking to her tongue. “Why have you not told me that you are bisexual?” Her voice sounds more pained than she intended.

A look of genuine surprise covers Shisui’s face, getting completely caught off guard by Sakura’s question. He must not have predicted her to ask that particular question and he certainly did not expect her to be so forward about asking either. The stunned facial expression morphs into a slight look of embarrassment, a lop-sided grin paired with a hand scratching the back of his head sheepishly.

“Should have seen this coming, are not exactly that careful about keeping it a secret.” Shisui says almost apologetically, his boyish grin goes flat as his carefree mood turns serious. “But I was not intending to keep it from you, was only waiting for the right time. Does that bother you?”

Sakura swifts in her seat whilst Shisui’s piercing gaze is weighing her down. The intensity in his eyes leaves no room for opposing his sexuality, not that she had any objections in the first place. He is after all a serial heartbreaker and a known home wrecker. She is not at all bothered nor is she in any way intimidated by his attraction to men. Instead, she is in fact a little turned on by his bisexuality, reminding her of the preexisting heat between her legs from earlier. The reason for why they are together late at night.

“Not at all.” Sakura replies sharply, straightening her back and stares confidently into the Uchiha’s eyes, who reacts with huffing out a laugh.

“Guess it means that we have no more questions to discuss.” Shisui states with a twisted smirk as he digs into his pants’ pocket and pulls out a package of condoms. Sakura’s eyes goes wide. “Which means it is time for the next lesson.” The heat that has been accumulating inside of her has finally reached a boiling point.

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Sakura stares at the package of condoms with immense interest, studying the label intensely and thoroughly. She is a little embarrassed to admit that she does not know a whole lot about different types of condoms, only spearing a quick glance at the intimate section in a pharmacy before adverting her eyes out of embarrassment. A faint blush paints her cheeks when she reads the words ‘ultra-thin,’ not fully understanding the meaning but still being very close to grasping the concept. It is starting to feel like the sun has been shining down on her inner thighs from just how hot her skin has become. However, when she raises her gaze to meet Shisui’s heavy lidded, lustful eyes, is when her heart really starts racing.

Shisui is right about to tell her something, mouth opening to form the words on his tongue. Although he never gets the chance to actually speak before Sakura connects her lips with his, tired of hearing him talk. A surprised sound escapes through his throat in reaction to her forwardness, but he does not reject her advance and instead embraces her fully. One hand ascends to grip the back of her head, fingers playing with her soft pink locks while the other throws the package of condoms onto the bed-side table before wrapping his arm around her waist.

There is no time for Sakura to react as she is being lifted into the air and then placed onto her back against the mattress. Their lips never once parts from one another whilst Shisui positions himself in between her spread legs, nearly smothering her with his weight as he presses their bodies together – chest to chest, hips grinding against hips. She cups his face with both hands and tilts her own head to deepen the kiss, shamelessly exploring his mouth with her tongue. A strained moan escapes past her lips when sharp fingernails trace the skin of her waist before grasping the bottom edge of her shirt and starting to pull it up.

Sakura instinctively follows after Shisui as he drags them to a seating position, tearing his lips from hers so he can pull the shirt over her head. Providing the both of them with an opportunity to catch their breaths. They stare deeply into each other’s eyes while their chests move up and down in a desperate attempt to fill their lungs with much needed air. The little amount of clothing that are still clinging to her body feels heavier than it should have any right to be, weighing her down as well as keeping her from the skin-on-skin contact which she so desperately craves.

Impatient fingers grasp at the burdensome layers of fabric, tearing and pulling until only Sakura’s panties remain. Shisui smirks and breathes out a small laugh before following her lead and stripping down to just boxers. The noticeable dent in his underwear causes her to drool slightly as her mind goes wild with imagination and anticipation. The rich chuckle he lets out after catching her staring vibrates throughout her core, further dampening the space between her thighs.

Firm hands gently coaxes Sakura to lie down on her back once more, her arms slumps against the mattress and her legs curls around Shisui’s waist. Granting him the privilege of exploring her body freely without obstructions. He starts off painfully slow, almost as if he is savoring this moment, by carefully caressing her ribs whilst planting chaste kisses along her jaw and throat. Taking his time to let his lips travel downwards along her sternum whilst the light pressure applied from his fingertips ascends up to her bare breasts.

Circling both of Sakura’s areolas with his calloused thumbs, resulting in her nipples perking up enough for Shisui to take one into his mouth while continuing to pinch the other. Pulling out a low moan from deep within her throat, along with making her arch her back in pursuit for more pleasure. The puff of air that he exhales through his amused chuckle sends shocks of heatwaves throughout her chest and causes the woman to jerk her hips up in a non-verbal plea.

“Fuck, you are so needy…” Shisui says in a husky tone and with a wicked smirk on his wet lips after pulling away from Sakura’s breasts. “Could worship your body for days on end, just to hear these sweet sounds of yours…” He drawls before returning his mouth to her skin, planting kisses down her belly.

Sakura responds with another lewd noise when the man lowers himself to fit in between her spread thighs. Sparks of electricity is sent flying up her spine when his hot breath fans over her clothed sex, the thin layer of fabric becoming more soaked by the second. Shisui fully commits to being a massive tease and only kisses the skin of her inner thighs, purposely avoiding the area where she needs him the most. Intending to make her beg for it. Now, she has come a long way since the start of their relationship, in terms of losing much of her internalized stigma regarding sex. Still, her cheeks heat up with embarrassment while she thinks of the dirty words that she needs to say.

“Shisui, please… I need you to eat me out.” Sakura begs, the words feel like lead on her tongue and she shuts her eyes tightly in abashment.

She can sense that he is looking at her despite not seeing him, he is most likely smirking as well if she had to take a guess. Thinking about the thousands of ways that he could tease her right now. A sense of relief washes over Sakura when her panties are swiftly pulled down her legs before being thrown to the floor. She dares to open her eyes just a bit in order to take a sneak peek at Shisui, only to shut them again from the overwhelming pleasure she receives from him taking a swipe at her cunt with his tongue. Unrestrained moans erupts from her throat in time with him dragging his wet appendage along her slit, spreading her open with his fingers.

Shisui does not hold anything back when he reaches the sensitive nub sitting on top of Sakura’s pussy like a crown. Licking and sucking at her clit like he is a man starved. She claws ferociously the sheets to the point where she is creating tears in the fabric, but she could not care any less. For the blissful sensation to which he grants her by working her cunt expertly is sending her to heaven. Waves upon waves of pleasure washes over Sakura’s body and she fully welcomes the feeling by laying back – toes curled and head tilted upwards the ceiling.

Letting out wanton and unevenly pitched moans – indifferent to the possibility that her neighbors, or even passers-byes down on the street, might hear Sakura’s audible praises. She is only concerned with the rising heat that is expanding in between her thighs – everything else be damned. A hand bolts down to grab Shisui’s curls after he decides to sink two fingers into her soaking wet heat, sliding in to the third knuckle smoothly. Curling the long digits and having them rub up against the sweet spot within her, guaranteeing to make her hips jerk in search of more friction.

When Shisui inserts a third finger, stretching out her tight walls to points where she has never reached before. The slight sting from being torn open is nothing compared to the immense bliss that is pulsing through her veins. It is causing her entire body to tremble and her grip on the Uchiha’s locks to tighten. He is taking her there – slowly but surely. The building pleasure inside of her lower abdomen is being coiled up firmly, moments away from shattering completely.

“Oh god, oh god!” Sakura chants as the sense of euphoria washes over her, cleansing her mind and soul. The overpowering orgasm wrecks through her body, leaving her numb to everything else accept for stimuli she is receiving.

Sakura promptly loses track of time, the sensation of bliss is messing with her head. Preventing her from seeing and understanding things clearly, the only concept she can properly fathom is the man residing between her spread thighs. Shisui is showing no signs of intending to stop worshiping her cunt, instead he keeps on kissing her clit whilst stuffing her hole full all throughout her climax.

“Fuck, fuck, don’t stop! It feels so fucking good!” Sakura yowls like a cat in heat, bucking her hips up into Shisui’s mouth. Craving more pleasure and not being shy in asking for it.

The Uchiha is more than happy to grant Sakura her wish, maintaining his set pace so he can continue to eat her out with feverish abandon. Making a right mess of the space between her thighs, slick and drool mixing together as it coats Shisui’s chin. The lewd squelching sounds of her cunt being pleasured by tongue and fingers are unfortunately drowned out by her high-pitched keens of pure bliss. Another orgasm is just beyond the horizon, rising slowly like the morning sun.

The seconds wave hits Sakura just as hard as the first one, causing her to see stars behind her closed eyelids. Her lewd moans gets even louder whilst she grinds into Shisui’s face, acting more like an animal than the powerful kunoichi she claims to be. All thoughts about strength, combat and shinobi arts have faded entirely into the background of her mind ever since the man made her come undone at the seams. Defeated by the use of only three fingers and a wicked tongue – a loss many would consider disgraceful, but for her it is nothing less than utter salvation.

A sullen whine escapes through Sakura’s lips right as Shisui removes himself from the space between her thighs, making her desperately yearn for his return. She stays on her back and silently observes the Uchiha as he reaches out to retrieve a condom before quickly stripping himself completely bare. Her heart takes off like a greyhound at the sight of his naked body. A sensation of shame descends upon her consciousness, reminding her that it is considered wrong to be in the direct vicinity of a fully exposed adult male whilst wearing nothing accept for your pride. A feeling which does not last, sliding off of her back like rain droplets after a storm.

“Want to play doctor and help me put it on?” Shisui suggests and holds up the condom, peering down at her before flashing a bright grin. A smirk which Sakura would be willing to do nearly anything for, including sending her into an upright seating position.

“I would love to.” Sakura quickly fumbles out the words and the wolfish grin on Shisui’s lips grows wider, sharp canines on full display.

Trembling hands reach for the condom, carefully tearing the wrapper open. Tsunade secretly taught Sakura about different types of contraceptives despite her mother presumed objections, a lesson she is now more grateful for than ever. She flips it to the right side before pinching the tip to prevent air from accumulating inside of the latex, therefore avoiding the risk of accidental breakage.

Shisui huffs out a low groan right as Sakura makes direct contact with his cock, aligning the condom with the head before slowly pulling it down his length. Taking her time to commit every detail of his member to memory. From every vein and groove to the sheer size of his cock, it is almost intimidating to someone as inexperienced as her. Nevertheless, she trusts him to make it work whilst still having her comfort in mind.

After the condom has been firmly rolled into place at the base, the Uchiha cups her face gently to tilt Sakura’s head upwards and then captures her lips in another kiss. A soft gasp escapes her through her nose as her mouth is once again claimed in a warm embrace. His pace is slow and sensual, not at all like the overpowering and demanding tempo that she is used to. This moment serves as a reminder that she is safe and appreciated in his arms, not to be taken advantage off during such a vulnerable occasion.

Sakura shuts her eyes and permits her body to be gently coaxed into slowly falling back onto the mattress again. Shisui follows down to hover lightly atop of her without once separating their lips from one another. Rubbing his tongue up against hers whilst shifting her legs so that they are hugging his waist. Which is when he reluctantly breaks away from her lips, ending the kiss so that he can peer down at her from above.

The mere sight causes Sakura’s exhale to get stuck in her throat, instead emerging in a strained gasp. Shisui looks absolutely feral from this angle. His dark curls are a disheveled mess and his eyes are flashing red with hints of undisciplined desire swirling inside of the three tomoe of his Sharingan. Everything about this man is drawing her in, down towards an endless depth of sin and carnal pleasure.

She would have scoffed at the thought of fully giving herself to a man before marriage only as far as just a few weeks ago, but now she is ready to dive head first into the black hole which is Shisui Uchiha – needing to be entirely consumed, defiled to the point where nothing can save her soul.

“Say it. Tell me how much you want me.” Shisui demands with a voice full of barely contained lust, temporarily freeing Sakura from her desire filled daze. Summoning her focus to his words as well as his red and intense eyes. Making his need for her crystal clear.

“Please, I beg of you… Make me a woman.” Sakura pleads whilst nodding her head, fresh tears lines her bottom lashes.

The boundless desire that she holds for this man is clawing at her guts like an addiction, whilst her fix being just within her reach. Close enough to touch, but not close enough to fully envelope her, granting her the high that sends her to heaven every time. She tries to jut her hips upwards, managing to graze his cock with her sex, which earns her a breathless laugh from the object of her desire up above.

“Oh, I will make you a woman, don’t worry. But only if you promise to tell me if it hurts, okay?” Shisui says, softly yet still demanding. His previously feral facial expression morphing into something a lot more fonder, more affectionate. It makes her head spin.

Sakura gives him another curt nod, confirming that she understands. To which Shisui responds with a gentle smile before he begins to align himself with her weeping cunt. The tip of his dick probes at her entrance, pushing gently to breach the tight ring of muscles. She lets out a hiss from the stretch as he sinks in, her tight walls gives way to let him inside. She is still not loose enough despite all of the work he put into earlier, causing him to still the movement of his hips.

“I am fine, I am fine.” Sakura repeats in reassurance before Shisui gets the chance to say anything. Having stopped out of fear that he might have hurt her by going too fast.

The Uchiha looks down at the woman situated below him, examining her facial features for any signs of dishonesty on her part. A small smile curls on his lips after he ends up finding nothing and resumes his slow paced spearing of her cunt. Inching forward before swiftly pulling back, carefully thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into her sensitive pussy. The leisurely rhythm leaves her keening and in desperate need of more – craving to be filled to brim, stretched out beyond her limits.

“Such a good girl you are for taking my cock so well.” He exhales into the crook of her neck, his breath hot and heavy.

Sakura can only react to Shisui’s praises by making incoherent noises and clawing at his shoulders. The stimuli she is receiving is overwhelming her senses, setting every nerve of fire. Still, she does not want him to stop rocking his hips up against hers until he has nothing more to give, not until she can’t take no more.

A guttural growl rolls off Shisui’s tongue when he finally bottoms out completely. Drops of sweat lines his furrowed brows, eyes shut tight and mouth hanging open from heavily panting. Sakura figures that she must look equally fatigued, if not more, from the exertion of getting her cunt stretched out around a dick for the very first time. The tightness of her walls must have a huge impact on the Uchiha since he takes advantage of the moment to briefly recover whilst she adjusts to his size.

“Sir, could you start to move please.” Sakura’s tiny voice calls out after enough time has passed for her to finally feel comfortable.

Shisui’s eyes flies open in response to her plea, the use of the word ‘sir’ must have stirred up something within him. For he is soon pulling back his hips before he begins to rock into Sakura with short, shallow thrusts. Wanton moans and the sound of skin hitting skin fills the tiny space of her bedroom. The angle of his strokes causes the kunoichi's wails of pleasure to rise in pitch, his cock rubbing up against her sweet spot with every motion of his hips.

The familiar sensation is once again starting to build up in Sakura’s lower abdomen. Heating up like an inferno which is about to consume everything in its direct path, her included. A fate that she is accepting more than anything, as long as both she and Shisui burns together. The fire inside of her belly is becoming stronger with every thrust to her sensitive cunt, which results in her walls beginning to convulse around her partner’s length. Making him clench his teeth as he too starts to go under.

“Oh fuck, oh my god. Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop! Make me yours!” Sakura screams as she comes hard around the cock which is splitting her open. The mind numbing pleasure ignites her insides and has her entire body trembling.

Shisui’s deep strokes to her cunt remains even despite the fluttering of her walls which are trying to milk his cock for everything its got. He must be focusing on the pain he receives from Sakura raking her nails up and down his back, creating red welts on the smooth skin. Allowing him to fuck her throughout her entire climax, only for his thrusts to turn sloppy once she has fully come down from her high. Finally being able to let go and fall into the depths of depravity, where she has been waiting for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart your pussy feels like heaven.” Is all that Shisui can utter before finishing into the condom which separates the two of them. Feral growls flows from his lips whilst he rapidly loses momentum before the motions of his hips ultimately comes to a standstill.

It feels like time stops advancing while the both of them are recovering from their respective orgasms. Staring deeply into each other’s eyes as their breathing and beating hearts slow down until they are harmonizing perfectly together. Shisui still being inside of Sakura, united as one single entity. During this brief moment it is like nothing else exists outside of their tiny shared space, almost as if the rest of the world had disappeared entirely. Something she would be completely okay with if it meant that they could be together like this until the end of time.

Sakura does not ever want their bodies to part ways. Wholly content with staying closely intertwined, locked into a forever embrace – her legs and arms wrapped tightly around his waist and shoulders. Just as it is meant to be in her mind. But alas, everything good must eventually come to an end and the spell which held their sacred space together subsequently breaks when Shisui pulls out. Gripping the base of the condom in order to prevent it from slipping and spilling before securing it with a tight knot and throwing it in the garbage.

The Uchiha sits down on the bed again, right next to the Kunoichi's prone form. Then he looks Sakura up and down with playful eyes and a mischievous smirk to match. Further stoking the flames which that already licking at her lower abdomen. She unconsciously spreads her legs wider with the hopes of attracting him back to the open space in between her thighs. Shisui appears to be very interested by what he sees, his half hard cock begins to twitch back to life once more.

“So I take it that you want to go for another round, huh.” Shisui states with a head tilt and holds up another condom between his index and middle fingers. He is absolutely beaming with that lovable cockiness which she has come to associate with him. It is infectious and she herself is projecting a warm smile from her lips before she knows it.

“Oh yes please.” Sakura responds in a sultry tone, eyeing him with sharp and pointed desire. Her heat is pulsating with a still unsatisfied need for more, wordlessly pleading for her to ask for more of him. Deeply yearning for him to fulfill every dirty promise he has ever made, craving to be shown all of the filth that he spoken of before.

She is eager, she is ready and he knows it too.

“Then let’s spice it up a little.” Shisui flashes a bright grin with canines on full display. Looking like a predator that she would love to be devoured by, not a trace of survival instincts remains in her body.

The Uchiha pulls her up from the mattress before flipping Sakura around so that she is supporting herself on all fours. Back unconsciously bending into a deep arch, thighs thoughtlessly spreading open to expose her dripping sex. There is something primal about this new position that makes her feel like an animal waiting to be mounted. It sends sparks of electricity down to her heat which has the kunoichi biting her bottom lip in excitement. Hips shaking back and forth to the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open. To think that such a proud woman like her has been reduced into acting like a bitch in heat whilst feeling absolutely no shame, instead she feels free.

The sensation of having her folds be probed by the blunt head of his cock jolts Sakura out of her thoughts and back into the present. High-pitched and wanton moans flows past her tongue and lips as Shisui fully sheathes himself inside of her sensitive cunt with one smooth stroke. The Uchiha joins in on the symphony with low and guttural groans of his own, voicing his pleasure from being back inside of her to both her and everyone else who might hear them. She bites her lips at the thought of someone accidentally overhearing them during such a intimate moment, their cheeks burning as they pass by her apartment on the street below. Whilst silently wondering who it might be that is making such filthy love to the Hokage’s apprentice.

“Oh, ah!” Sakura shouts in reaction to Shisui beginning to move, unable to keep her lewd sounds under check as he sends her body forward and scrambles up her thoughts.

The motions of his hips are much rougher and faster than the more gentler thrusts that he used before. Almost giving Sakura whiplash from the stark difference in pace, the previously slower tempo made her heart flutter whilst the newer and harsher rhythm makes her pussy clench. Toes curl, fingers dig into the bed sheet and eyes shut tightly as she savors the wonderful sensation of being pumped full of dick over and over again.

Shisui tugs her hips back to meet his forceful thrusts half-way, resulting in the both of them moaning in unison. The firm grip that he has on her waist is bound to leave bruises that will linger on her skin for days, but she does not mind at all. In fact, she wants him to mark her body, to litter her skin with prints which will serve as proof of their carnal union for the moments where they cannot be together. The fading traces that he left behind will keep her company during the lonely nights along with reminding her to keep holding on until they can meet again once more.

“Do you like how I’m giving it to you? Huh sweetheart?” Shisui speaks in between heavy intakes of air. His pace remains steady but his breathing is labored, a testament to the effect that she has on his rapidly depleting stamina. Sakura mutters out something unintelligible in response to her partners verbal request, sounding more like a moan than a complete sentence. To which he reacts by chuckling wholeheartedly. “No need to be shy now, speak up and tell me that you like it.” He laughs in a husky tone.

“Yes! I love it so much! Don’t ever stop, please. I beg of you!” Sakura wails out her plea, feeling absolutely no shame in sounding so wanton while she is being railed hard from behind.

A wicked smile graces the kunoichi’s lips as a mischievous emotion consumes her mental state fully. Causing Sakura to take pleasure in how she is being so utterly defiled, handled without care for her position or reputation. While also disregarding every notion of modesty and purity in favor of actually fucking her like she truly wants – like she has been desperately craving for all this time.

Shisui heaves out a strained laugh at Sakura’s self corruption, chest expanding with what must be a sense of highly sustained pride. No doubt feeling proud of her for shedding all of her hesitance and insecurities, now being willing to live her life without any guilt to shackle her down. It gives him the courage to increase his tempo to a slightly higher velocity, feeling confident that she can handle the faster pace.

Sakura reacts by sounding out loud and uneven moans, greatly varying in pitch. The intense friction to the insides of her cunt burns her in all the right ways. Generating a swiftly increasing sense of pleasure at the exact center of her lower abdomen, expanding so rapidly that she has troubles with keeping her breathing under control. Along with losing control over her voice as the quick strokes to her sweet spot is summoning stars before her very own eyes.

“That’s it, keep squeezing down on me just like that. Fuck sweetheart, you are going to be the death of me, you know.” Shisui mutters out in between low-pitched groans and guttural growls. Sounding absolutely smitten with Sakura as he is rocking into her hard and fast.

The filthy and affectionate words are just what she needs in order to be sent flying over the edge. Falling down into the darkness of depravity as she comes for what feels like an eternity. Her cunt gushes slick like they are tears of joy, convulsing hard around the cock which is fucking her into oblivion. Traveling back into the space where only their bodies and their sensuous union exists, as there is no room for anything else that is not them.

Real tears of salt gathers in the corner of her eyes when the sensation wrecking her body ultimately becomes too much. Shisui’s thrusts remaining accurate and strong despite the tight pressure her pussy exerts around his cock, clamping down on him like a vice. The only sign of her having any effect on him at all is how he is clenching his jaw shut. Grinding his molars together as he is trying to last for just a little longer, not wanting to lose the feeling of bliss which she grants him just yet.

The kunoichi's upper body falls onto the mattress as the strength in her forearms vanishes. Sharp fingernails clings hard to the sheet while her body is being rocked back and forth, the bed frame slamming into the wall repeatedly. Making a ruckus that will no doubt disturb the neighbors. Still, she does not care, sure it is reckless behavior but consequences be damned. They are more than welcomed to come and knock on her door when the morning comes. She has no fear, for she is in paradise.

The Uchiha’s thrusts abruptly comes to an end when he finally succumbs to pure bliss and finishes deep inside of Sakura. Filling the condom to the brim with a deep and prolonged moan. Hunching over her body, face nuzzling into the crook of her neck. His warm breath fanning over her skin, setting it on fire. Stoking the fire burning inside of her, refusing to let it die.

Tranquility envelopes over them like a comforter, satisfaction fills the atmosphere whilst Shisui pulls out. Choosing to still stay close to her as hovers slightly above her back, their heavy breathing syncing up until they are an unified harmony. Taking a moment to physically as well as mentally recover from the entire ordeal that they just went through.

Sakura is unsure about how many minutes has passed exactly when Shisui eventually withdraws his body from hers to sit upright – taking all of the warmth and sense of security with him. She lets out a deep sigh at the thought of their encounter coming to an end, considering that she still has an abundance of energy and eagerness to spare. Another sigh manages to fall from her lips before she also sits up and turns around to face him. Only to be pleasantly surprised by the look of hunger in his blood red eyes.

“We don’t have to stop.” Shisui says as if he can read her mind, flashing her a big smile. “The night is still young after all.” He smirks at her, those pearly whites of his proposing a challenge which she can’t refuse.

Sakura’s very own feral grin is his only warning before she pounces on him, hungry for more.