Day Seven: [theme: anything goes (school of martial arts)] Author's choice / freestyle / xxx / smut
A/N: As with Day 2, this is an AU where Tobi really is Madara, not Obito. This takes place just after Deidara's death but before the Sasuke-Itachi fight. Also, this is my first time even attempting to write smut, so, like, I hope it's good because I was hella embarrassed writing this and it took me close to three hours because I literally had no idea what I was doing.
The actual sex will be moderately censored to a high-T, low-M rating here on FanFiction. To view the whole, unabridged version, go to my AO3 account, link on profile.
Her cloak was heavy on her shoulders, the black and red fabric wet and clinging to her skin. Her partner, Tobi as he requested she call him in public, skipped ahead of her, stopping ever few feet to bounce on his heels and wait for her to catch up. They were mere metres from an inn, where she'll finally get to take a shower.
"Hurry, hurry, Sakura-chan!" Tobi called, his voice childishly impatient. He stood in the doorway of the inn, and she could just barely make out the red glow of his Sharingan through the heavy rain. Sakura picked up her pace and walked past him, letting out a soft sigh as the warmth of the inn hit her. Tobi bounded forward and, after a few vague yet enthusiastic hand gestures, acquired a key to a room. Sakura nodded to the bewildered receptionist and began walking down one of the halls, Tobi at her heels.
Sakura stepped out of the washroom, dressed in a set of night clothes (a simple shirt that was far too long on her and a pair of shorts), her short pink hair wet and brushed out of her face. She hummed contently to herself. She sat down on the bed and began running her hands, now glowing green, over her body. They had been walking through the rain for quite a while and she really didn't want to get sick. The bed dipped as a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind and gloved hands grabbed hers.
"Now, now, Sakura-chan," Tobi started, voice teasing and slowly dropping octaves. "what are you doing?" Sakura looked over her shoulder at his mask.
"Tobi-"
"Madara, my dear. We're alone." He held onto her wrists with one hand as the other began wandering. Sakura jumped a bit as he made his way towards the hem of her shirt.
"M-Madara, right. I was just making sure I won't get sick."
"Oh?" He played a bit with the hem of her shirt, slowly inching it up, revealing her abdomen. "Well, we best make sure you're not ill, then." He splayed his hand over her exposed skin. He leaned forward and rested his chin on her shoulder. "This may hurt, dear." Sakura blinked, confused.
"What are-" His chakra spiked suddenly and Sakura winced as his malevolent energy burned her. The sensation of his chakra coursing through her was equal amounts of pain and pleasure. Sakura panted and writhed. It was over almost as soon as it began, the burning fading into intoxicating need.
"Oh, dearie me," He chuckled, reaching over her to pull off his mask. "you really enjoyed that," He tilted her head back and his Sharingan spun. "didn't you?" Sakura couldn't help but nod. "Well," His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts. "shall we continue?"
*Explicit Smut, see AO3 to read*
They sat for while after they both finished; Sakura breathing heavily and coming down from her high and Madara with his head buried into the crook of her neck. He exhaled softly and pulled her back, laying the both of them on the bed. He pulled out of her and mumbled quiet praises into her neck, grip loosening. Sakura felt his submission genjutsu slacken and she turned to curl into him, feeling him drag the bedsheet over them. She let exhaustion claim her.