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There is truly nothing that can compare to getting absolutely railed by a super hot elite ninja. Sakura knows. She is currently sweaty, hands firmly held above her head, as her body gets ravaged by her dark lover whose body is roughly thrusting above hers. Hmmm, yes, this is exactly where Sakura wants to be. Her body is warm and electric. Every movement enhances the experience, their sweaty bodies brushing against one another, the dark eyes looking down on her, the large hand holding her wrists. One of her legs is tossed over his shoulder, allowing him to hit deeper. It’s absolutely delicious.
Sakura loves sex. She likes foreplay, dirty talk, rough sex, slow sex, fast sex, getting a little more experimental, kinky sex, basically everything. So far, she hasn’t found something she doesn’t like. It can be more than a little off putting to some of her past partners, but luckily she has found someone that is not only a little adventurous too, but is also insanely attractive.
Uchiha Itachi and Sakura have been hooking up for about three and a half months. They sort of just fell into the arrangement over a bottle of sake when Sakura was visiting the Uchiha compound for a monthly Team 7 dinner. Kakashi had left early, Naruto and Sasuke had gone to one of the nearby training grounds to settle some dumb contest, leaving Sakura to hang out with Itachi, who happened to be home resting after a long ANBU mission. One bottle of sake later and they were fucking in Itachi’s bed. And bathroom. And wall. And floor. They are unexpectedly compatible and have been meeting for some “stress relief” regularly since then. Itachi is stressed from his ANBU missions, Sakura is stressed from Team 7 missions and helping train new medical nin, there’s no strings attached, it’s perfect.
Which brings them to now, where Sakura is getting the life fucked out of her by Itachi in her apartment on the bed. “More, fuck more please…” Sakura moans as Itachi continues to absolutely destroy her wet cunt. Her arousal has spilled down her legs and left a wet spot on her gray sheets, a stain she can’t be bothered with at the moment.
Itachi brings their mouths together in a sloppy, wet kiss, a string of saliva connecting them when he pulls away with a dark smirk. Oh no, Sakura recognizes that look. Itachi slows down his pace to torturously slow.
“You’re fucking evil,” Sakura moans as he slowly hits that amazing deep spot within her. Itachi dips down to lick her neck.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Damn him. Sakura can feel him smirk against her neck.
“You’re not being very nice,” Sakura visibly pouts, a whine in her voice as her body squirms, begging for more. Itachi just chuckles darkly, pulling back again so his eyes can rake up and down her flushed body pinned under him.
“I don’t have to be. You on the other hand,” the hand holding her wrists tightens, “Only really good girls get to cum. You aren’t being very good right now, are you?” His dark voice makes her shiver. Sakura can’t help it, praise kink kicks in hard. It didn’t take Itachi long to totally figure her out. Even after months Sakura is still figuring out what Itachi really likes, he isn’t as forthcoming as she is. But he has never complained and both seem to leave each coupling satisfied, so it is just going to have to be a mystery that unravels as they continue.
“Please, please let me. I have actually been really good today,” Sakura’s back arches into him.
He just smirks. Evilllll. “List it then. All the good things you have done.” Despite being barely able to think straight she gathers her thoughts and begins to vocalize her list between pants.
“I worked really hard at training today. I actually beat Kakashi sensei in our taijutsu spar earlier. I was naked and clean and waiting for you to get over here. I touched myself just how you instructed. I have been holding back from cumming for so long now. My hands have stayed above my head like you asked...”
As Sakura continues her list, Itachi’s pace begins to speed back up. Everything is hitting her so hard, Sakura isn’t entirely sure what she is listing out at this point. It could be her grocery list for all she knows. “God, Itachi… please!” Sakura huffs out, breaking her incoherent ramblings about how good she has been today. Then again, closing the toilet lid before flushing is probably not terribly relevant to whether or not she is going to reach satisfaction or not, but it doesn’t hurt to mention it.
“Hmmm,” a look of playful contemplation crosses Itachi’s beautiful face, ivory cheeks also tainted red and body a little sweaty from his efforts and arousal. His expression darkens, “Alright. I think that’s good enough.” Finally! Hearing Itachi’s deep voice finally give her permission, Sakura relaxes and lets the sensations overtake her. The friction and thrusting and her restricted movement overwhelm her, finally sending her over the edge as she comes hard, legs quivering.
Itachi doesn’t stop though, continuing for another few thrusts before finally releasing his spend into her with a groan and a shudder. Sakura’s left leg falls from his shoulder as he lazily thrusts into her, riding out the orgasm. Slowly, the grip on her wrists is released and she is able to bring her arms down. Apparently, Itachi isn’t done. He slowly moves down her body, kissing and touching, overstimulating Sakura and making her squirm almost violently.
He makes it down to Sakura’s core, currently dripping down her legs and onto the bed with their combined arousal, only pausing for a moment to look at her intensely with those deep, dark eyes. Just being viewed like that has Sakura shivering. He’s not going to. Surely he’s not…
Itachi begins to enthusiastically eat her out, tongue playing with her soaked folds and lapping up every drop as though he’s dying and this is the only cure. Sakura feels entirely overstimulated, hips rising off the bed abruptly when he sucks on her clit a little harshly. She isn’t entirely sure if it’s to get away or get closer to Itachi’s talented tongue.
Her loud moans fill the room as Itachi continues his ministrations, taking her higher, higher, higher. It comes with a crash over Sakura’s body, not taking nearly as much time to achieve as her previous orgasm. Oh fuck! It’s so explosive that her vision blacks out, hands and feet go numb and tingly, body thrashing in ecstasy. Honestly, one of the best orgasms she’s had.
A few moments pass, Sakura thrusting up against Itachi’s face, not that he seems to mind. She finally feels blood rushing back into her limbs and falls limp against the sheets. An arm is thrown over her face, starbursts flashing in the dark of her closed eyes. The bed dips beside her and subtle warmth heats the left side of her body. Oh no, here we go…
Lean, muscular arms move around her waist, a hard body snuggling up against hers. Itachi’s face nuzzles into her neck. It’s nice, but it’s not exactly what Sakura is looking for. When they first started hooking up they would fuck and leave. It was good, it was great even. Exactly what Sakura is looking for. However, as time has gone on, Itachi has gotten a little more… involved? He doesn't leave right away, opting for some post-sex snuggles. Lately he has wanted to talk about their day, their lives, about who they are as a person. A few nights he has even brought over take-out for them to share. It still causes a bit of whiplash, going from sexy, smoldering, maybe even a little dominant to acting like a love-sick puppy. Unfortunately, it is next to impossible to resist that rare, soft, warm smile that Sakura feels undeserving of witnessing.
So here she is, snuggled up with a tired and spent Uchiha Itachi. Sakura lays there awkwardly in her post-orgasm state, not quite sure what to do with her hands. Staring a hole into the white ceiling above her, the best she can do is awkwardly place a hand on Itachi’s left bicep, which is thrown over her body. It’s not bad, but it’s not quite what Sakura had in mind. Who knew that one of Konoha’s most accomplished, dangerous, and elite ninja actually likes to snuggle so much? Sakura sure as hell didn’t.
A week has passed and Sakura is finally released from a long day of training chunin looking to become medical nin. While it is not physically difficult, teaching medical ninjutsu can be mentally taxing. While making her way across town, Sakura tries to figure out where she wants to stop and pick up some takeout on the way home. In order to get home from the academy where she has been teaching, Sakura has to go right through the main streets and markets of central Konoha. This is good, because there are a lot of food options on her way. It’s bad because after a long day like this, all Sakura wants to do is not see anyone and flop in her bed after a nice, hot shower.
Wandering aimlessly down the busy street, waving hello subconsciously to people she knows, Sakura distantly hears her name being called from behind her. Who could that be? Let’s see… NarutoSasuke(unlikely)Kakashi(unlikely)InoChojiTentenNeji(unlikely)ShizuneLeeGenmaShikamaru(unlikely)KibaShino(unlikely)....
“Hey, Sakura,” a familiar soft, deep tone says from right behind her. Itachi (likely). Sakura takes a breath and turns to face the handsome man. Damn Uchihas and their damn good looks.
“Hey, what’s up?” Sakura says with a smile.
“I just saw you and wanted to say hello, see how your day was…” Itachi trails off, eyes looking away, a small blush coloring the tips of his ears and tops of his cheeks. This takes Sakura off guard, although it shouldn’t given Itachi’s recent behavior. Despite having some small talk and whatnot when meeting in private, they hardly ever talk in public. Usually it is just a polite hello without intruding much on the other’s business. Itachi is cute when he blushes though.
“Oh, it was fine. I spent all day helping train future medic nins. It can be a little exhausting. Now I am just trying to figure out what food to pick up on the way home,” Sakura gestures in the general direction of her apartment. Itachi nods.
“That sounds good. I am out getting food myself. Mind if I walk with you? You can tell me more about what goes into training medics,” Itachi says honestly, beginning to walk down the main strip in the direction Sakura was headed.
“Yeah, sure. Are you wanting to eat together?” Itachi tilts his head to the side in thought for a few strides. He looks over to Sakura out of the corner of his eye,
“Only if you want to. I don’t want to intrude or anything.”
“No, no don’t worry. Do you have any food in mind?” Sakura asks awkwardly. Itachi just shakes his head no.
“No, not really. I am happy for you to choose,” he replies. A semi-comfortable silence falls between them as Sakura mentally runs through a list of places that do take-out between their current location and her house. This is an interesting turn of events, but Sakura can’t find it in herself to be annoyed or anything. Itachi is good company, despite the occasional awkwardness, but most of that most likely comes from Sakura being unsure of how to manage this “relationship” they have.
“There’s a really good nigiri stand right up the road, would that be alright? They are super quick,” Sakura asks, looking up at the Uchiha walking closer to her than just friends would. Itachi sends another one of his heart-stopping smiles her way.
“That sounds really good. So, what are you covering in the class you are teaching?” Sakura goes into detail of how the class is currently working on individual chakra control, learning how to focus chakra into very precise points of their own bodies. It is essential as a medic to perfect this skill within their own bodies, as that technique will then be applied to external sources. She admits that there are a few students that are enthusiastic about becoming a medic for their unit, but are struggling with even the basic principles, which has her worried. Itachi takes Sakura off guard by stating,
“If anyone can teach them, it would be you. You are one of the most skilled people I know, and not just as a medic.” The statement makes Sakura feel all warm inside, but not with lust. No, it’s something else, but she isn’t quite able to determine what it is. She rights it off to it just being nice to receive a compliment from an incredibly accomplished shinobi. The best she can do is stutter out,
“Oh, well, thank you. I’m not that great, but it does mean a lot coming from you.”
They make it to the nigiri stand, order, and head back to Sakura’s apartment. It’s nice talking and joking with Itachi. His sense of humor is a little dry and would most likely fly over most people’s heads. Sakura finds it very endearing. Sharing a decent sized nigiri platter with the handsome and witty shinobi is a scenario many girls in the village can only dream of.
It is strange though, spending time together without alcohol or any mention of sex. While Sakura is enjoying herself, it does make her feel a little strange. She isn’t looking for a relationship, just someone consistent to bang that knows what she likes and won’t give her an STD. Itachi just happens to fit that criteria. But it is clear that he actually likes spending time with her outside of sex, and she might just like him too… Nope, nope! Don’t even go there.
Several hours pass before Itachi glances at the time on Sakura’s stove and determines that he needs to head home for the night. Sakura sees him to the door. Itachi slips his shoes on and stands up straight, reaching out to grab Sakura’s hand. He pulls her towards him.
“I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. Hopefully we can do that again sometime,” he says softly, a hand running up to lightly caress Sakura’s warming cheeks. Time slows, he leans in for a deep kiss, and then disappears out the door.
Minutes pass, Sakura frozen to the spot by her front door. What just happened? Sakura almost feels angry with herself. Ever since being rejected by Sasuke harshly as a tween, and then several others in her teens (see Neji, Naruto, and a few other random boys), she has been a little miffed by love and romance in general. Instead, she has found much more success in casual sex and friends with benefits arrangements. It has gotten so bad that Sakura even scoffs at the happy couples in her life. Shikamaru and Temari are super low-key and they make her feel woozy. And don’t even get her started on Hinata and Kiba’s blooming relationship. They are so lovey-dovey it makes Sakura want to puke. So what is going on with her and Itachi? It’s just sex, right?
Sakura is back where she is comfortable, under a very sexy and very sweaty Itachi. She moves back to meet his thrusts, taking her from behind with her face buried in her soft bedspread. Humming into the ruffed up bedspread, it takes everything to not drool at how good Itachi’s cock feels filling her continuously. Yes, this is much better. This is what Sakura likes, getting fucked just for the pleasure and enjoyment of it all. Her week has been great, what better way to finish it off than sex with Itachi?
A hard smack on the ass breaks Sakura out of her thoughts with a moan. One of Itachi’s hands strokes up her back to her neck, where it lightly presses down, holding her to the bed. Sakura can feel herself shaking, getting closer and closer to orgasm.
“Don’t cum yet Sakura,” Itachi says from above her, his voice rough. “Not until I say so.” His words make her shiver. She wants to be good, she wants to be good for him. Her back arches further against the bed as electricity runs through her every nerve ending.
“Please Itachi…” she moans into the bed. Another smack makes her shiver. “I can’t hold off much longer…” she whines. His voice is suddenly by her ear.
“Good girls wait until they are given permission. Take it,” the hand on the back of her neck tightens briefly. Goddamn… Itachi continues his deep, quick pace making Sakura go crazy under him, all of her concentration on doing what he says. She can’t help it, Sakura loves being told what to do. Going her whole ninja career with little to no praise and then constantly having to make big decisions has manifested itself into making her incredibly submissive in the bedroom.
Itachi continues to hit a spot deep that has Sakura seeing stars. At this pace she won’t be able to hold out much long, he can probably sense that with how hard she squeezes around him, her hands clenched hard into the bedspread around her head. He speeds up which means he is probably getting close too. Sakura has never been with anyone like Itachi before. The control this man has on his body is unreal.
“I’m getting close, Sakura. Do you want to come with me?” his dark voice rolls over her. She shivers, nodding “yes” into the bed. “Beg,”
“Please, please…”
“Please what? Be specific,”
“Please let me come. I want to come around your cock. I want you to bury yourself deep within me. I want you to come deep inside me too. I want to feel you. Please Itachi, please!” Sakura pants. Her words have him speeding up, going harder into her.
“Alright, Sakura, you’ve been good. You can come,” Itachi groans into her ear, his lean body falling to cover hers. Lips and teeth kiss and nip at her shoulder, the sensation pushing Sakura over the edge as she orgasms hard under Itachi. Her whole body shakes and vision whites out, hips only staying up due to Itachi holding them up as he thrusts roughly into her. He shudders violently above her and spills into her with a deep moan into her neck. They stay like that for a moment before Itachi falls to the side, rotating Sakura with him, still buried inside her.
The soft kisses on her neck let her know that “sexy” Itachi is gone and “mushy” Itachi has resurfaced. Sakura can’t help but blush deep red as he mumbles about how pretty and perfect she is between kisses. Butterflies go nuts in her stomach. It’s so confusing, Sakura can hardly stand when he acts like this with her, but feels even worse when he doesn’t.
Deep down, underneath all of her superficial hatred of love and relationships, Sakura really likes how Itachi treats her. His duality goes from dominant and rough to sweet and soft. Her eyes look over to the beautiful pink and light yellow peonies and daisies sitting in a glass vase on her nightstand Itachi brought over a few days ago. She didn’t have to put them in her room, but feels better having them there next to her bed. Itachi claims that he just picked them up on impulse, thinking they were pretty. While she won’t admit it, not even to herself, but Sakura really likes it all. Fuck…
“I feel like such a fucking hypocrite, Ino,” Sakura laments over her beer. After finally snapping out of her Uchiha Itachi induced state and kicking him out, Sakura promptly headed over to Ino’s and dragged her to their local haunt.
“Why? It’s okay to like someone, you know. It doesn’t make you lame or weak or anything,” Ino says over her cheap cocktail. Sakura rolls her eyes.
“Ugh, being in a relationship is just… yuck. Like he looks at me with these big, brown puppy eyes like I’m the best thing to ever happen to him. It makes me feel strange,” Sakura admits, watching the foam in her beer fade.
Ino just laughs, “Maybe you feel weird because no one has ever treated you so well. I mean, Itachi follows you around like a lost puppy. Haven’t you noticed how he always happens to catch you at dinner time after you are done teaching for the day? Or how he brings over takeout and flowers when you come back from a mission? The way he looks at you in public, it’s so obvious. Plus, he death-glares every guy that acts even kind of friendly towards you. Sakura, he is totally in love with you!”
Ino’s announcement makes Sakura feel a little squirmish. Love? Do they know each other well enough to be in love? Reflecting on the past going on five months, they have been spending more time cuddling, talking, just getting meals, learning about one another. Now that she thinks about it, Itachi knows more about her than probably anyone else. He is also uncharacteristically chatty with her, from cracking jokes, to compliments, to deep discussions on his life’s purpose and philosophy. She shivers in disgust. No, this is not how Sakura operates.
“I, I don’t know about that… I went with an Uchiha because in my experience they are emotionally unavailable. Of course I end up with the only mushy member of the clan” Sakura starts.
“He looooveeessss you. It’s so obvious. It’s also obvious that despite what you say you clearly like it! And you should. There’s nothing wrong with liking the guy. He’s not some mass-murder, it’s Uchiha Itachi, the pride of the village ANBU, elite ninja loyal to Konoha. One of the village’s current most desirable bachelors… well maybe not for long,” Ino winks at Sakura, making her bury her face in her hands.
“Look, ignore your preconceived notions on love and dating. What you and Itachi are doing is exactly what a relationship with him would probably look like. Every relationship is different. If you like what is happening now, you would probably also like making it official with him. It’s clear that he wants something with you. Have you been with anyone else since hooking up with him?”
Sakura shakes her head “no.” No, she has been exclusively sleeping with Uchiha Itachi for the past five months. And getting dinner with him. And snuggling while watching movies. And kissing by the door. And receiving flowers. And getting the life fucked out of her. Maybe dating Itachi wouldn’t be so bad.
“The big summertime festival is coming up, why don’t you ask him to go with you assuming neither of you are on a mission? Just, test the waters a little more,” Ino offers. Sakura nods,
“Yeah, you know. Maybe you are right. Maybe he’s worth a shot.”
The monthly Team 7 dinner is being hosted at the Uchiha compound again, host duties having rotated back around to Sasuke. Usually Sakura likes when Sasuke hosts, his mother always helps him make the meal and Mikoto is an exceptional cook. Sometimes other clan members like Shisui or Itachi will join in with them, laughing and eating good food. Although that’s exactly what has Sakura so nervous. She knows Itachi still lives here and will most likely make an appearance tonight. Sakura still hasn’t worked up the courage to ask Itachi to the festival yet, and he has been out of the village on a mission for the past two weeks. Her stomach actually aches a little with the nervousness of seeing the elite ninja again.
This is why Sakura currently finds herself pacing on the front porch of the elegant home of the leading Uchiha family. The wood quietly creaks under her feet. Sakura has never felt so nervous about just knocking on the door and going inside. This is the Uchiha residence! Despite being a little intimidating she has been around enough to feel comfortable at this point. Damn Ino and her damn ideas making Sakura feel all weird about seeing Itachi.
So lost in her own thoughts, Sakura misses the front door opening and a certain lean body leaning against the frame, watching her pace the large porch. A throat clearing pulls her out of the depths of her mind. Green eyes cut over to the door, meeting the deep brown ones she has been both craving and dreading.
“Everything alright?” he is leaning up against the door frame, arms crossed, an amused expression on his stupid handsome face. No, everything is not totally alright and it’s all your fault.
“Yeah, I couldn’t remember if I forgot something that I needed for my upcoming class somewhere else…” Sakura trails off, not making much sense to even herself. A light blush colors her cheeks.
“Would you like to come in? Naruto is already here,” Itachi says, opening the door more for her. Sakura pulls herself together and all but marches through the front door.
“Yes, I’ll just go meet up with them,” but she doesn’t make it very far into the home. Itachi’s hand catches her arm, pulling her into his hard body. His soft lips land on hers in a loving, but deep kiss. Her dumb, stupid body all but melts into him, moaning into the kiss. At the noise, Itachi smirks into the kiss. Ass.
Sakura pushes him off of her with a little bit of force, turning to stalk off down the hall to meet her team members, leaving him chuckling behind her in the entrance hall.
The night is going fairly smoothly. Kakashi Sensei finally makes his way over, only an hour and forty five minutes late this time (which is actually better than usual). Dinner is almost ready and Sakura is enjoying spending casual time with her team. And Itachi.
Everyone is relaxing and sipping on a nice green oolong tea in the Uchiha tea room. Somehow Sakura finds herself sitting next to Itachi. His hand has made its way over to her thigh under the tea table, slowly stroking. At first Sakura sent him a death glare, only to be returned with a small smile. Their arrangement isn’t exactly public knowledge and if someone catches Itachi’s hand creeping up her thigh it will definitely raise questions.
Other than the glare she snuck at Itachi when he first began tickling her bare leg, Sakura can’t help but like the touches. They are soft and soothing. It’s clear Itachi has a mischievous side though, as the hand creeps up further and further, slipping into her skirt a little further with each stroke. It takes all of Sakura’s concentration to stay focused on the conversation and not shiver when his long fingers tickle her inner thigh. This continues even as they eat dinner.
Naruto and Sasuke fall into some dumb debate and Kakashi pulls out his book while they eat, giving Sakura an opportunity to look over at Itachi. A neutral expression is on his face as he listens in on Sasuke and Naruto’s usual bickering. He must have sensed her looking at him because his usually stoic mask breaks for a moment, a devious smirk cuts her straight to the core before it disappears almost as quickly as it came, turning back to her teammates. What the fuck was that?!?
It becomes immediately clear what that was when Itachi’s hand sneaks so high he is lightly caressing her core over her panties. What is he thinking? Sakura tries to act calm and collected, in total opposition to how she actually feels on the inside. There is a very strong mischievous streak in Uchiha Itachi as Sakura is now discovering. A blush briefly spreads on her cheeks at the thought of how much she is enjoying learning about all of the different sides of Itachi. Kakashi gives her a strange look at her seemingly random blushing before shrugging and turning back to his book. If only he knew that the smut in his book is playing out under the damn table!
Itachi continues to tease and touch, absolutely torturing Sakura as she suppresses shivers and squeaks when he touches a particularly sensitive spot. At this point her face is burning uncontrollably. So much for being subtle. When a long finger makes its way into her panties to begin rubbing slow circles right on her clit, Sakura nearly spasms uncontrollably. This is not how she saw the night going. Being horribly turned on and touched at the dinner table with her team is kind of nasty, but she also doesn't want it to stop. A particularly long stroke makes her choke on her food.
“Sakura-chan are you okay?” Naruto asks sincerely, concern clearly painted on his expressive face. Sakura just manages to nod.
“Yeah, I think I feel a little woozy. I am just going to freshen up in the bathroom real quick,” Sakura says, scooting out from the table, adjusting her skirt as Itachi’s hand retreats to his own lap.
“Do you need any medicine? For nausea?” Itachi calmly asks, looking up at her. There is a clear devious glint in his dark eyes that only Sakura can see.
“Umm, maybe. I’ll be right back,” Sakura hurries to the powder bath down the hall. Itachi worked her up so much and now she isn’t entirely sure what to do. What is going on? Looking at her flushed face in the mirror Sakura is at a total loss of words. Uchiha Itachi is totally unpredictable. From this stunt, to the flowers, the cuddles, the takeout, being totally calm and gentle to being dominant and mischievous. Thinking of him makes her feel warm, and not just with lust, but with something out. Yuck! Get it together! But, her heart doesn’t want to.
There is a light knock at the door before it opens slightly, Itachi peeking in. “I brought some medicine. Mind if I come in?” Sakura gestures for him to come in and he enters, closing the door silently behind him. His warm body presses into her backside, arms wrapping around her waist. Again, Sakura finds herself melting into him. Soft lips latch onto the base of her neck, sucking and nibbling making her groan.
“Shhh, we don’t want the others to hear…” Itachi mutters into her neck, his voice lower and a little rough. One hand rubs circles on her side while the other makes its way into her panties again, continuing the torture from the tea room. His fingers lightly rub and tease at her swollen clit, occasionally moving back to trace along her slit, currently wet and dripping with her obvious arousal.
Everything feels amazing, his touches, the kisses on her neck. Sakura is already way too aroused, it won’t take long to orgasm if he continues, even at this somewhat slow place.
“Did you like that Sakura?” Itachi’s eyes meet hers in the mirror before moving to her body, watching how he touches her, and how she reacts. The pace and pressure on her clit is increased, bringing her closer and closer. Pants quietly escape her as pleasure begins running through her body. “Do you like being touched with others around? They don’t know you are being pleasured under the table. Did you like it?” Sakura nods, a little ashamed but too forgone to care. “Dirty girl. Do you want to come now? Or would you rather wait?”
“Now, please Itachi, now,” Sakura pants desperately, hips moving with his fingers. He sucks on a sensitive spot along her hairline that makes her knees grow weak.
“I don’t know if you should. Good girls get to come. You haven’t been a good girl. Running off to the bathroom. How can I let you when you ran away from me, made me chase you to the bathroom?” his eyes are very dark with desire, watching her body squirm at his ministrations.
“Please Itachi, it was too much. I don’t want to in front of them. Anyone but them,” Sakura whines. She is so close, it feels as though she is trapped in one of Itachi’s fire jutsu, burning to the core.
“So you don’t mind being touched around other people as long as it’s not them?” Sakura nods desperately, impossibly turned on. “I see… Well, we need to go, people are waiting on us.” His hand leaves her panties, making its way up her body. Their eyes meet in the mirror and he briefly observes the fingers that were pleasuring her, covered in her liquid arousal, before bringing them to his sinful mouth and sucking, never breaking eye contact. Just the visual threatens to break Sakura. His eyes close as he hums around them, enjoying her unique taste. Eyes open and are warmer, softer, mushy Itachi is back.
A small smile graces his face, and he pulls her in for a kiss that is clearly full of love. They break the kiss and he briefly nuzzles her cheek. “I love you so much it hurts,”
And then he is gone, leaving Sakura in the bathroom horny and confused.
Itachi’s words from that night have been repeating over and over in her head. After dinner, Itachi excused himself to go rest having just returned from a long ANBU mission. Sakura had a nice night with her team, but continues to feel confused at what Itachi said. “I love you so much it hurts.” Love? What is even more confusing is how excited and happy those words make her feel. It makes her sick. Love was never in the agreement they made all those months ago. Sakura has to figure all of this out. Does he actually love her or does he love having sex with her?
It can’t just be that though, Itachi’s the one initiating more than just sex in their relationship. He’s the one that wants to cuddle after. He’s the one who wants to eat together regularly. He’s the one that brings her gifts and flowers. Sakura never asked him to, she doesn’t want him to! Although, she can fully admit in the privacy of her home and her mind that she would be more than disappointed if he stopped doing any of these things now despite her outward disgust.
Then there’s the festival coming up. They agreed to go together (following Ino’s suggestion, Sakura asked) The festival is in less than a week. How can she face Itachi knowing that he might possibly love her(?) It’s so confusing! Thoughts of Itachi and their time together bounces in her head, making it difficult to go to sleep.
A knock at the door alerts Sakura that the man she has been not exactly avoiding but not actively pursuing for the past few days is here to pick her up. She checks her purple yukata one last time, making sure she has tied it correctly before heading to the door. With a deep breath to center herself, Sakura opens the door to a handsome Uchiha Itachi standing in a dark blue yukata with red flowers in his hands and a perfect soft smile.
“Come on in, let me get a vase for those flowers. They are beautiful, by the way,” Sakura says, busying herself by getting a vase from under her kitchen sink.
“I saw them at the market and thought of you,” Itachi says shyly. Her heart melts, how can he be so cute? She places the flowers in some water and returns back to the door to put some sandals on. “Ready to go?” he asks, holding out a hand to her. Sakura blushes lightly and follows him outside, locking her door and taking his hand. Now Sakura’s going all lovey-dovey, but she likes it.
The festival is fun. They play some games, wander around checking out vendors, and try lots of different street foods. Itachi purchases way too many sticks of dango from one vendor, promising that he will probably eat them all before the night is over. Cute. It’s charming to know that Itachi has a pretty strong sweet tooth. They begin to wander mindlessly, hand-in-hand, away from the excitement and over to a pretty field by the river that runs through Konoha. Itachi helps Sakura sit on the steep river bank before sitting close next to her, their bodies fully touching on one side. One of his arms wraps around her back, she can’t complain.
Small lanterns are placed around for those who want to get some space from the hustle and bustle of the festival. The grassy bank is relatively empty, with most people staying closer to the center of town where all of the activity is. Sakura finds herself leaning into Itachi’s body, content and warm in the summer night. They look at the stars shining in the dark night. Itachi points out a few constellations. It’s really… nice. Sakura can’t help but think that she could get used to this. If this is what being in a relationship with Itachi is like, it wouldn’t be bad at all.
He meets so many of her needs, and hopefully she meets his too. There hasn’t been a good chance to discuss what he said a few days ago, but maybe now’s the time. As Sakura has come to be more honest with her feelings, she now needs total clarity to know if this is the right thing to do.
Itachi’s hand brushes a loose pink strand of hair out of Sakura’s face, catching her attention and making her look his way with a smile. “You look really pretty tonight, Sakura.” There’s those damn butterflies going wild in her stomach again.
“Thank you. You look really handsome,” she snuggles in more, nuzzling into his chest. They sit like this for several moments, just enjoying each other’s company. “Itachi?” Sakura finally asks, breaking the silence. He looks down to her. “You said something when I was over at your house, and maybe it’s nothing, but I just wanted to clarify I guess. Ummm, you said that you love me so much that it hurts. What did you mean by that?”
Ivory cheeks turn deep red even in the dark lighting and Itachi turns away bashfully. “I meant what I said. It’s true Sakura, I love you so much it hurts. It kind of slipped out, and I know you don’t want a relationship, but…” he takes a deep breath, “I really do love you. I can’t help but want to love you. These past few months have been really great, and I would love to date you if that’s something you would be interested in. I understand if it’s not, but my feelings are out there now, so I might as well ask you properly. Sakura, will you go out on a date with me?”
Insecurity dances in his eyes, an expression Sakura has never seen from him before. His confession makes her feel so warm and happy. Sure, she didn’t go into this situation looking for a relationship, but maybe Itachi has changed her perspective.
“I would really like that. I think I would like more than that, Itachi. I mean, we have basically already been dating for a bit now. Why don’t you just ask me to be your girlfriend at this point?” Sakura says, her arms going to wrap around Itachi’s middle, her legs moving to lay across his.
He snuggles her closer to him, “Okay… Haruno Sakura, will you be my girlfriend?” Sakura can’t stop the big smile from growing on her face. Despite being so disgusted by others’ romances, these past few months with Itachi have softened her heart. Hearing that he loves her is overwhelming, filling her heart with a warmth she’s never felt before.
“Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend,” mutually, they lean in to share a long, passionate kiss. Sakura is the first to break away, looking up at her now boyfriend. “Just don’t go soft on me with sex now just because we are dating. You might love me so much it hurts, but I want you to love me until it hurts.” Itachi laughs and nuzzles their faces together.
“You won’t have to worry about that. You aren’t the only one who enjoys it. In fact, there’s not many people around, and our last encounter suggests that you might have an exhibitionist streak…” Itachi gives her a quick kiss that Sakura giggles into as his hands move under her yukata.