Author's Notes:
If you are unable to handle dirty words or dirty actions between the two characters; feel free to go back. You have been warned. This fic will be all citrus and very little to no plot.
Prompt Two: Hokage Itachi and Medic-Nin Sakura discover the best ways to relieve stress.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Please enjoy~
Cold fingers trailed along the back of her neck as she stuffed patient files into a cabinet.
"Be present in my office at six," He murmured in her ear. The voice's owner was already gone when she turned to respond, but she knew who it was anyway.
Of course, she couldn't refuse the Hokage. He would come to her if she didn't heed his request. Why waste ANBU on fetching her when he could force her himself? Sakura sighed, used to Itachi Uchiha's forceful habits.
Growling to herself over how pushy Konoha's leader was, Sakura slammed the file cabinet shut and went off to finish her day at the hospital until the hour hand on the clock hit six.
Itachi wasn't chosen to be Hokage by having his name pulled from a hat; he was an elite ninja with instincts so fine-tuned it was practically godly. She noted when he granted her entrance before she was even close to his office door. Damn those Uchihas.
She left all of her cursing of his family name outside his office and walked in with a blank face. "You asked for me, Hokage-sama?"
The man in question was sitting at his desk, resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. Sasuke picked up too many of his older brother's habits.
"You only call me that when you're mad, Sakura." Itachi murmured softly.
She sighed. "I had a stressful day, Itachi."
Itachi leaned back in his chair, which looked incredibly comfy to Sakura right then. But Itachi had to ruin her daydream of falling asleep with that stupid little smirk he pulled whenever she did something to somehow amuse him. "You say that like it's my fault,"
The pink haired medic harrumphed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "You're the genius, Uchiha. You try to figure out what I'm implying."
He shrugged her accusation off as if he heard it a million times before, which he had, but if he pointed that out she'd punch him straight through the window. "I have been quite stressed too, Sakura."
Uh-oh. Sakura knew the look he was giving her all too well. She definitely wasn't going to be able to worm her way out of this one as easily as she thought. Itachi wanted to play hard ball.
"No."
"Sakura,"
"Don't make me say it again, Itachi."
"Sakura," He said darkly.
"Nuh-uh."
Well, she wasn't going to agree as easily as he expected. "Stress is so unhealthy. A medic of your caliber should know such things."
"Don't you dare question my knowle—" She started, but was stopped by Itachi.
"Come here, Sakura. Now, please."
Her mouth was left open when he rudely interrupted her, so she shut it with a snap. It was either walk up to him like he asked or have ANBU chase her down for ditching the Hokage. Yeah, it had already happened before. And it was incredibly awkward to have them rip her off the streets only to be brought back to the Hokage for not bringing him dango when he asked. Sai still hasn't let it go.
With that in mind, she caved. Maybe he wouldn't keep her too long and she could go home, make some tea, possibly pick up knitting? She was standing in front of his large and orderly desk and almost kicked it over in a fit of anger when he motioned her to get closer. In three seconds flat she was standing between his legs, far away as possible, of course.
"How stressed are you, Sakura?" Itachi asked, looking up at her with those dark eyes of his. That stupid smirk was still on his face, reaching his eyes too. "I am quite stressed myself and I really wish someone could help me relieve it. That would be delightful, wouldn't it?"
"Itachi—"
His large palms found their way to her hips, pulling her closer to him. She would have punched him but he had a small grin on his face and he had the most perfect teeth…
"We haven't been able to spend any quality time together in such a long time, Sakura."
"Please don't play that card on me," She whined, rolling her eyes. His thumbs began to rub circles on her hips. It felt nice… maybe she could cut him some slack for a little bit. "Say I do accept your little invitation; what do I get in return?"
Itachi was quiet for a moment as he pondered. "I'll have Shisui go and get you a year supply of those herbs from Kumo that you have been asking for."
A night of stress relief, getting Shisui off her back for a couple of weeks, and free supplies? Hell to the yeah.
"I guess…." She sighed overdramatically.
Sakura was pulled into his lap before she even had a chance to catch her breath. His chiseled face was buried in her neck, licking a path up and down all over her taut skin. "You guess?" He breathed. "Don't play uninterested with me, Sakura." He purred.
A moaned slipped out of her when Itachi nipped at a spot below her ear. "I guess I'm no good at mimicking the Hokage, huh?" She breathed, pushing his Konoha robe off of his shoulders.
"Hn." He grunted, obviously ending conversation.
His tongue didn't stop traveling the skin of her neck as his rough fingers found their way past her shorts and panties. Her heart rate started to speed up along with her breathing when Itachi started stroking the sensitive, wet flesh that he was so accompanied to. Itachi was only wearing a black tank underneath his Hokage robes so Sakura's blunt fingernails found purchase on his muscled shoulders, gripping roughly as he slowly massaged her folds.
Sakura's hips started grinding against his hand at a pace that matched his strokes. The pads of his fingers were calloused from years of working as a top ninja and it felt so good and rough as he touched that sensitive part of her body.
She needed to touch him back. He was right there in front of her and all hers. Releasing his toned shoulders from her grasp, she slid her hands down to his waist and up underneath his tank; caressing his stomach and up to his pectorals only to rub her thumbs back and forth over his nipples. Sakura felt successful when his breath hitched.
The Uchiha's fingers gently pulled at her clit, leaving Sakura struggling to breathe as she gasped and moaned at the same time. Who knew such a little touch could trigger so much. A fire started to grow in her gut as Itachi kept tweaking and stroking her wet bundle of nerves; blazing forth in her abdomen so hotly Sakura swore she might start crying.
"Itachi, pleeease…. More!" The pinkette cried, kissing him for extra persuasion.
Itachi's own breathing was becoming ragged as he kissed her back. He could feel the heat of her body emanating on his hand as he stroked her, but it wasn't hot enough. He wanted to be deep inside her; have her hot flesh surround him as he pleasured her. With that thought set on his mind, Itachi dipped two fingers into her tight hole, relishing in the deep moan Sakura let out against his mouth.
Her walls were as hot as he expected them to be, contracting and trying to suck his fingers in deeper. Sakura pulled away from his mouth to breathe raggedly. She was flushed and shivering; just the way he liked her.
Sakura was an elite ninja just as much as he was, so he found himself to be a little upset when he didn't notice when Sakura reached for his zipper and grasped his member in her tiny hands. Every breath he took was through his clenched teeth as Sakura pumped up and down repeatedly. Her hands were soft but rough at the same time and the pads of her fingers felt amazing when she rubbed his tip.
Damn, she knew him well.
His fingers followed her erratic pace and when she ground her hips down on his hand he ground his own up into hers. But this had grown old for him and even though he lived a calm life as Hokage he liked his sex life to be dangerous, wild, and not so predictable. So, he picked Sakura up and slammed her against his desk. She gasped but he was too quick to let her comprehend anything else. His calloused palm rubbed her clit roughly as his fingers scissored inside her depths, pushing and pulling against her slick walls.
"Itachi—Oooh…"
Her hands didn't stop either. She grasped him harder, twisting and clenching over and over again until he swore he was about to burst into flames. Sakura came hard and fast on his fingers; her womanly juices flowing slightly down the hand that was still inside her. She slowly rode out her high as he massaged inside her just to hear her moan.
Itachi wasn't disappointed as Sakura resumed where she left off. Squeezing him gently and pumping him until he also saw stars in his vision. Itachi threw his head back with a snarl as he released into her hand.
They both straightened up quickly, aware of the consequences of being caught. Itachi fell back into his chair, panting slightly as he looked up at the pinkette still tidying up her clothing.
"What time will you be home by?" She asked to break the silence.
"An hour at the most," Itachi responded smoothly, already fully composed.
Sakura pouted. "So you're going to make me sit through a clan dinner alone?"
"You have been to plenty, Mrs. Uchiha. I thought you would be able to handle this by now?"
Sighing, she shrugged. "When you aren't around your mother goes crazy with the grandchildren topic."
Itachi shrugged indifferently as well. "Tell her you and I will be working on that tonight."
You know, I really kind of like foreplay more than sex. It can be so so so steamy. Unf.
Next I'm planning on writing a teacherxstudent fic! Because so many requested that…. And it's super hot.
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