A.N. Convenience was always intended to be a way to consolidate all the smut that I cannot write into ABWR, which will be more romantically focused. This chapter aims to explain how Sakura and Itachi began their friends-with-benefits relationship.
Itachi realised, as Sakura folded her legs under herself on the same side of the sofa she had always sat, that the Uchiha home was quickly gaining a third occupant. His apartment was out of the way of most things, but close to where Team 7 trained in the mornings and to where, inevitably, she would join her battered teammates for one of his breakfast afterwards. She was, for all intents and purposes, a stray cat that kept coming back for the food.
He always did like cats.
Even though Sasuke and Naruto had since left, having forced their food down at a frankly uncomfortable speed in an effort to get to the Hokage's office for their choice of the best missions available Sakura, as she had often done of late, stayed for the company and the option of eating her breakfast like a human being.
She nearly rolled her eyes as Itachi put two coasters down before their teas. She'd told him once that he was an 80-year-old grandmother hidden in the body of a 24-year-old male. He personally didn't see it, but if good housekeeping was old-fashioned, then he didn't want to be modern.
"I'm surprised you're taking an interest in genjutsu, Sakura. It isn't something you've used much when we've trained." Itachi leaned back against the arm of the chair so he was facing her, feeling at home in his favourite light cotton trousers that hung loosely on his hips and a baggy t-shirt that may as well have had 'this is my day off,' written on it.
"Trying to use genjutsu against you would have been a bit pointless, don't you think?" She retorted, picking a cookie from the plate on the table. "Like using a stick to fell a tree."
"You give me too much credit." Itachi picked a cookie of his own, careful to select the one with the most chocolate chips visible. "If not for my Sharingan, there wouldn't be anything I can do that somebody else can't."
Sakura scoffed, dipping her cookie into her tea and nibbling at it while it still held its shape. "You'd still be untouchable in that department. Even Sasuke says so."
Itachi couldn't help feel some measure of pride at this new information. At this point in their lives, Sasuke's strength was approaching the point where it would eclipse his own and to hear that his brother had been talking about him in such a way was warmly reminiscent of the way he had done so as a child. Itachi had always been cautious of Sasuke's admiration, but as an adult he didn't realise how much he had missed it until it seemed it was no longer warranted.
"And how about yourself? I understood from Kakashi-san that you excelled in that area when you were younger. Did you not pursue it?"
Sakura had an endearing light pinkness to her cheeks she always wore whenever she was paid a compliment. He found he complimented her a lot.
"I had other priorities. Medical jutsu was the way forward for me, no doubt about it, but Tsunade-sama wasn't particularly proficient in genjutsu, and Kakashi-sensei…"
She trailed off, no doubt in consideration of how to phrase it delicately, but she didn't have to. He was well aware by this point of how Kakashi had been all but forced to focus his attention on Sasuke or risk exacerbating his younger brother's frustrations. Itachi felt a pang of guilt. Losing their clan was inevitable and while he had done his best to raise Sasuke to want for nothing, to still feel loved, to be taught and trained in the ways of the Sharingan, anything and everything their parents could have given him and more...
...at no point had he considered that those efforts would have no bearing on Sasuke's own sense of self worth. How sitting there as his clan were pronounced traitors, how being too young and too weak to influence an outcome entirely outside of his control but affected him so profoundly would lead to such a deeply ingrained sense of shame it would eat away at him for the rest of his life. At no point had he considered how a little pink-haired kunoichi would be sidelined in an attempt to right that wrong.
But here she was, affected and unlike a great many things he had a chance now to make it right.
She looked at him expectantly, awaiting confirmation that he would be willing to help her. There was something entirely comfortable, in the way his old t-shirt and baggy trousers were, about her being here like this, tea in hand and eating his cookies.
"Many people approach genjutsu as an extension of ninjutsu." He began, taking his tea and letting his hands warm through after their early-morning training in the bitter cold. "But where ninjutsu focuses on the manipulation of chakra, 90% of the work in genjutsu is about the manipulation of surroundings and circumstance. Would you like another?"
Itachi picked up the plate of cookies from the table and offered it out to her, letting a small amount of chakra trickle through his fingertips and grazing hers as she took the plate from him.
Sakura picked up a cookie before moving to place the plate back down on the coffee table.
It immediately dropped to the floor with a loud thud against the rug.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" She panicked and reached down the side of the sofa to pick up the cookies that had been strewn across the floor. "I don't know where my head's at!"
Itachi sat back and watched her rummage around on his rug, contorted into a position he really shouldn't be enjoying as much as he was, her top riding up to expose the soft skin of her lower back and the soft curve to the magnificent rear that had plagued his thoughts since he'd first witnessed she'd those firm globes all but bare to him from under her wayward skirt, courtesy of fate and a particularly strong breeze. If she were any other woman, he would have ran his hand over that creamy rump already, whispered sweet nothings in her ear and convinced her to let him take his fill of it. But she wasn't any other woman. She was his little brother's precious friend, and he had to remind himself more and more these days to put his libido back in its box.
"Don't trouble yourself, Sakura. It was actually my fault."
She sat up and looked at him with confusion before her eyes lit up with realisation. "Genjutsu?"
He nodded, a little proud of how easily she'd pieced it together. "The smallest change in your perceptions can have a big effect. Shifting your centre of vision slightly to the right made you misplace the plate. Stimulating the feeling of a breeze from your right to make you feel an attack is coming from the wrong direction. Making the ground feel slippery so you overcompensate with chakra and tire easily. Making my voice sound louder in your left ear to make you feel that I'm right next to you."
He stifled a chuckle as her hand shot up to her left ear, feeling the way his chakra stimulated the tickling of his breath against her and amplified the rumble of his voice into that one location.
"The reason I keep my distance during battle is because it's easier to observe. You can glean a lot about a person from only a few minutes of interaction. The more you know about a person, the easier you can manipulate them. For example, I know you're ticklish on your ears."
Itachi couldn't help but smirk at the way her ears went charmingly red. He really was toeing a dangerous line with his desires today, but she made it so easy. He could scratch his usual pathological itch with any number of women. There was no need to do so with her.
She would look magnificent bent over for him.
"The chakra required is minimal to induce an effective genjutsu once you've considered the behaviour you want to trigger and the route you need to get there. Which is useful for ninja like you and I who don't have the stamina of most."
Sakura seemed to be considering consider his words carefully, tapping her finger against her mug.
"I've always wondered why people bother to summon up images of huge monsters and fantastical surroundings. It's obvious it's an illusion. As soon as you're aware of the illusion, you can rebalance your chakra and break it." She thought out loud, but there was a hint of a question in there.
"Exactly. Too many shinobi miss the point. They go too big, too quickly. The ninja arts were born of a need for subtlety, stealth and anonymity. Genjutsu was perfect for that purpose if used in the way it was intended. I would say as few as one in twenty of my opponents have ever realised a genjutsu had affected them and that is half the battle. Striking without them realising you've drawn a blade."
Itachi realised he'd gone on something of a rant, but the smile on her lips and the entranced way she seemed hung on his every word was strangely intoxicating.
Before he could continue, a familiar chakra flared outside the front door. Before he could process the disappointment that their session would come to a close, the thought struck him. Sakura knew Sasuke almost as well as he did.
"Your first target is coming through the door, Sakura." He really couldn't help the way his smile matched hers as her eyes lit up with the familiar mischief that had pinned him down in training more and more recently. Like she already knew how wonderful her ass felt cushioning his groin, like she knew how badly he wanted to pound up into it. Like she had felt how hard he was where she'd trapped him between her thighs and like the way she gently shifted the cushy folds of her thinly covered sex directly over him was anything but accidental.
He was overly fond of that look.
"Won't he see through it? Sasuke sees most things before any of us do." Sakura whispered as keys turned in the lock behind them.
"You give him too much credit." Itachi answered, quietly. "Like most people, Sasuke sees what he wants to and not much else."
Sasuke entered the apartment, kicking off his shoes in two different directions. Itachi suppressed the ingrained need to call him out on it. Whatever Sakura would do to him, it would be worth it.
Sasuke paused in the entranceway as he spotted Sakura, looking like he'd just walked into the wrong apartment. To his credit, Sasuke's hesitation was barely noticeable except to those who would know better, but the way he busied himself unclasping his bracers and switching on the kettle he almost never used made it clear he was trying to comprehend something he didn't quite understand.
It wasn't unusual for Sakura to be here. She was here practically every day she was in the village. There was nothing out of place to cause him concern.
Which meant Sakura had already begun pulling the strings on her genjutsu.
He forced himself to keep a neutral expression, but the way Sasuke was clearly thrown off made him both amused and curious as to exactly what she had done.
"Am I interrupting something?" Sasuke asked, leaning against the worktop with a glass of water in a way that was partly confrontational and partly very reluctant to say anything at all.
Itachi saw the way he held himself, arms folded and distant, fingers fiddling on his biceps and unable to make eye contact with either of them. He was clearly uncomfortable, like his nerves were frayed. It was more than a little clever. She'd simply made him feel uneasy and let his mind try to piece together the reasons why. It was low-effort and quite a decent payoff. Sasuke looked absolutely distracted.
"You're not interrupting anything," Sakura replied so sweetly if not for the knowing tone to her voice that did nothing but feed the illusion, "Itachi-sensei was teaching me some new...skills."
Sasuke sputtered over his drink, dribbling water down the front of his shirt and coughing loudly as what was left of his mouthful went down the wrong way.
Ah. There were two ways his little brother's mind could have filled in the blanks. The first was to correctly assume that he was a victim of some recently acquired genjutsu training. But apparently he had gone for option two and assumed Itachi-sensei had been seducing his teammate on their couch.
That was one thought he had every intention of toying with later, when the sun had gone down and he was very much alone, but for now he took in the far too amusing way his brother simply busied himself in any way possible and refused to look in her direction.
Itachi looked over at her and met her green eyes that were alive with the laughter they couldn't let loose. It was incredible how every time she smiled, his own shortly followed. 'Told you', he mouthed at her, and she beamed with a pride that he suspected had more to do with the fact she'd fooled her overly arrogant teammate than the successful application of the principles he'd taught her.
For all his advanced doujutsu, his intelligence and his pride, Sasuke was seeing something that didn't wasn't even there.
Right?
"Will your team be leaving for a mission, Sasuke?" Itachi changed the subject, deciding they'd tortured him enough.
"If we were, Naruto would already be forcing me out the door, Itachi-sensei." She said his new honorific with a deliberate saccharine sweetness as Sasuke visibly stiffened, much to Sakura's apparent delight. But rather than his brother's continual discomfort, he was solely focused on the way those words had rolled off her tongue.
The tips of his ears burned, the telltale sign of his budding arousal that Sasuke would surely have picked up on by now if not for his distracted state. It was a heady sensation, that rush of blood through his body that was so familiar, but he rarely indulged these days. The further into his twenties he got, the more he found his partners expect of him, things he had no capacity or inclination to give. But the need was there, flowing through him as violently now as it had ever done.
She was not to be toyed with. Not the girl who had timidly introduced herself along with the far less timid jinchuuriki as his brother's teammate, who had helped him cut vegetables and watched on in wonder as he cooked meals she loved, who had run crying to him when Sasuke's frustrations had led to a near-death fight on the rooftop of the hospital and Kakashi had been in no place to intervene, who had expended considerable time and effort to ensure that he and Sasuke would never have to worry about their genetic curse of impending blindness.
"SASUKEEE!" A loud whirlwind of orange came crashing in through his front door, and his thoughts instantly turned to the poor wall it had slammed against. Seven years and Uzumaki Naruto had single-handedly caused more dents in his home than its own occupants and he was about done with it.
"Naruto-kun," he warned in a low tone that had all three members of team seven looking like they'd been caught stealing from the cookie jar, "if I hear one more door slam in this house I will ensure you are banned from Ichiraku until you have personally rebuilt my wall. Am I clear?"
Sasuke flushed, embarrassed on behalf of his teammate, and smacked his best friend over the head. "Usuratonkachi!"
Itachi could feel the impending explosion of loud, uncontainable bickering building like energy with nowhere else to go. He sighed, already resigned.
"Just for once," Sakura bellowed over the top of them, "can I please not have my own training dominated by you two idiots?!"
And just like that, the energy had dissipated, and the two stared on at her like they'd been slapped.
"Every single time I try to get some decent training in for myself, you two come along and tear the place wide open and I'm left to settle in the dust you leave in your wake and I am not having it!" Her face was almost the same colour as her hair as she spat out words he knew she had been chewing on for a good long time. "Itachi-kun was kind enough to give up his day to teach me and you will respect that kindness and go. Away!"
His apartment rang with the echo of silence in her wake. He couldn't help but feel a little proud.
Both Naruto and Sasuke had the grace to look contrite, busying themselves with anything if it meant avoiding her scolding gaze. Sasuke muttered what sounded vaguely like an apology under his breath before shoving his friend towards the front door, and Itachi was instantly grateful for the reprieve.
"Dinner at seven, Sasuke." He called after them and as the door shut gently behind them he smiled as he heard Naruto ask Sasuke if it was possible to be banned from Ichiraku.
And then they were alone.
Swallowing a deep, cleansing breath he faced her. She was still a little flushed from her outburst, the pink adorning her cheeks endearingly as she gave a nervous laugh.
"I'm sorry," she dipped her head and avoided his gaze, "it was just such a nice morning and I didn't want to stop on their behalf. Is that selfish?"
It was so symptomatic of her nature, this need to make sure nobody was displeased with her. He wondered what it would take to remove that permanent seed of doubt from her otherwise fearless heart.
"No," he raised her head with two fingers under her chin and forced her gaze to meet his own. She would find only warmth there, for all her fears to the contrary. "And if you want to continue, I can show you how really screw with someone."
Her laugh came like an unwritten song, nervous and relieved and genuinely amused all at once, her emerald eyes bright with mirth and shoulders shaking with as the sweet sound filled his living room.
She looked so fuckable.
Itachi kept his hand hidden as it formed a seal, his chakra trickling out into the fingertips that still cradled her chin. Using his eyes was usually the more direct and effective method of establishing a connection with his target, but touching her was a distinctly more appealing option.
Her laughter abated and her eyes locked on to his, realising that the sudden heat she felt in the room was another genjutsu.
"I'm going to throw a few tricks your way," he instructed, and she turned to him once again, the picture of an eager student, "and I want you to identify and break them."
Sakura fanned herself briefly before bringing up her hands into a snake seal, pushing her own chakra against his until the stifling warmth he'd created had dissipated entirely.
"You can do better than that, Itachi-sensei." She teased, a smirk on her pretty lips that would look incredible wrapped around his cock.
"You're right. I can." He activated the second layer of his genjutsu and watched as her brow furrowed in confusion.
"Did you do it yet?" She asked, her hand fiddling unknowingly with the corner of a cushion. He simply sat back and watched her try to figure out that her subconscious restlessness was courtesy of a raised heartbeat. She squirmed for reasons she couldn't yet place and he decided there was no need to wait for her to break this layer before introducing her to the next.
Her hand flew up to her ear with a surprised yelp as a phantom breeze blew across her ear, slightly warm and tickling like a gentle breath. The moment he'd found out she was ticklish on her ears was the moment he knew he wouldn't be able to resist this exact discourse and this would not be the last time.
Between her pulse racing and his stimulation of what was clearly a particularly sensitive zone for her, Sakura's blush had returned full force but with the way her lips parted slightly and the slight lack of focus in her eyes encouraged him to push a bit further.
Releasing another layer of his genjutsu before she had a chance to break those already working over her body, his cock strained painfully in its confines. She looked an absolute vision, breath catching as imaginary fingers traced delicate lines over her skin.
Sakura's flesh pebbled where his illusion trailed, over her bare shoulder, under her chin, over the shell of her ear, the sensitive line from her hip to her bellybutton. Her mouth slackened and a strained sigh made his cock twitch, blood thrumming through his body so fast he could hear it.
He shouldn't be doing this. But what was he doing, really? It wasn't his hands caressing that creamy skin, skirting dangerously close to the edge of her sex, eliciting those melodious little sounds that pleaded for more.
Itachi saw no reason not to give it to her. An illusion. That is all this was.
Under the light cotton of her shirt he saw two little buds pebbling under his ministrations, and Itachi ached to touch them. Sakura had a modest chest, something that had only added to her years of self-doubt, but by virtue of the fact she was clearly without any form of binding Itachi knew they were perky and likely had the same pretty pink blush as her cheeks.
Sakura's back snapped back into an arch as invisible thumbs brushed over the hardened nubs, and Itachi swallowed a barely suppressed growl at how beautifully sensitive she was. It would be so easy to make her cum, he could play with her over and over again even as Itachi's own rock hard cock gets painfully aroused and unfulfilled.
And then he saw it.
Squirming as his illusion teased her nipples to near torturous pleasure, her legs widened, gyrating against the edge of the couch almost imperceptibly in an effort to ease the ache under her very visible, completely soaked, white cotton panties.
In that moment, the illusion, the lie, shattered upon the simple and welcome realisation that she wanted it just as badly as he did. If there was no deception, if there was no illusion, then all that was left was reality. Truth.
With a sudden clarity, Itachi allowed those invisible hands to wander south, sitting back against the armrest to take her in as he allowed her to see just how badly she'd affected him under his loose lounge pants.
He saw Sakura's eyes instantly lower to his groin, her mouth slack as her breath came in short pants. Itachi changed the sensation of his genjutsu to the slick, pliable feeling of a tongue running up the length of her slit, and her back arched again, hips moving erratically against an appendage that wasn't actually there. She would get no relief from this. She would find no relief until he was fully seated inside her and she was begging him for it.
Phantom tongue flicking feather-light taps over her clit, Sakura's eyes locked onto his in a way that was almost pitiable, pleading with him as he edged her along the lines of aching bliss.
"Please…" she whimpered, and Itachi's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Please!"
"You can break the genjutsu anytime you want, Sakura-san." Itachi politely reminded her.
Sakura's words evaded her entirely, only having enough presence of mind to shake her head in vehement rejection of the notion.
"No?" He mocked her, knowing full well how he kept her so close to the edge but refused to allow her to fall off of it, "Then show me what you do want."
Sakura looked hesitant for a moment, in the way she had always done when she was uncertain about her own confidence. But this woman in front of him now eclipsed the girl she once was, and Sakura moved with conviction as she crawled over to him, tucked a knee either side of his hips and rested her sopping heat onto his painful bulge.
Grinding in little circles over him, Sakura leaned her head into his shoulder as though trying to mold herself to him and Itachi could feel her breath come in hot and staggered against the shell of his ear, little mewls escaping as his hardness brushed up against what he knew would be an incredibly sensitive clit.
Pushing up against her sex as she bore down on him, Sakura's hand flew into his hair for purchase, something to grip as a more intense wave washed over her every nerve.
Itachi reciprocated in kind, tugging her head back so she could clearly see him, so she could understand.
"Do you understand what I will do to you?" He asked firmly, all too aware of what was on the line if there was any form of misunderstanding.
Sakura gave him a dazed nod in response, earning a gentle tug at her rose locks. "I need to hear it, Sakura." Itachi stated firmly.
"Yes!" She gasped out, her assent earning her another hard push of his groin against hers.
"Any reservations?" He asked, loosening his hold on her hair so she didn't feel coerced. This decision had to be hers alone. He cared about her too much to let the raging ache in his cock dictate this for him.
The lust in her eyes softened for a moment, and a slightly shaking hand came up to cup his cheek. "I'm not asking you to marry me, Itachi-nii." Sakura's voice had a quaver in it that betrayed her nerve, but in the next moment was gone as quickly as it came. "Just... please fuck me."
It was like a switch in his mind, the part of him that needed permission to indulge himself, to live beyond honour and duty, to be selfish, was stored away for a time and place that was most certainly not now.
Grabbing her hip with strong hands, he maneuvered her off of his lap and against the arm opposite, kneeling in front of her as he glided his hands over her creamy thighs and up to where completely redundant panties clung to the swell of her hips.
He wasted no time in removing the last obstacle to his goal, sliding the offending article down her legs and one arm holding her leg firm even as she instinctively closed them against the chill of the air against her sodden heat.
Itachi's eyes turned red on a reflex, taking in the sight of swollen, cushy lips leaking her arousal over wispy pink curls, of the glistening evidence of her desire for him coating the inside of her thighs.
Itachi pushed down the loose waistband of his cotton pants, letting his aching member come free. His lips turned at the way her eyes locked onto it, the way her quim visibly clenched at the thickness it had yet to take in. Itachi was not a prideful man, but he felt a masculine satisfaction that was quickly becoming addictive.
Bracing a hand against the armrest by Sakura's head, Itachi used the other to pull her hips flush against his once again, this time with nothing between them. Her back arched deliciously in an attempt to get closer to him, but he pulled back. Itachi was nowhere near done observing.
Pulling his hips back slightly, he nestled his shaft between those puffy lips, sliding his length back and forth, lubricating himself on her essence as the head of him bumped teasingly against her overly sensitive nub.
Sakura sobbed as pressure began building once again, so very close to the edge and being denied for so long that it was almost torture.
"Do you know how erotic you look right now, Sakura?" Itachi teased, her flushed face, her chest rising and falling in breathy gasps, her legs wrapped around his waist and her sex absolutely drenched for him burning itself into his ocular memory.
"Itachiiii." She whined pitifully. Itachi's patience snapped.
With the next movement he was inside her, fully seated and held absolutely still as Sakura's incredible tightness embraced him, fluttering around him as her sex became familiar with the intrusion. Itachi grit his teeth against the need to move, listening out for the way her breath caught and eventually turned into soft, frustrated moans.
Leaning into her, Itachi moved his body over hers fully, legs slung over his hips and eyes locked with hers. "Feel good?" He asked her, voice rumbling in the close space their breath mingled. He slid out of her, instantly wanting to pound himself back into that beautiful heat, instead letting himself bump against her swollen nub before pressing back in purposefully slow.
"Yes," Sakura nodded, tightening her thighs around his hips to keep him from leaving her again, "It feels so full."
There it was again, that masculine pride, at the way she sounded utterly delighted with the way his manhood filled her. She wasn't his. She would never be his. That wasn't what this was about. But in that moment, he possessed her completely in a way that those that had come before him had very clearly failed.
At a steady pace, Itachi glided his length into her beautiful tightness, taking care to grind against her clit each time the hair crowning his sex met hers. Sakura wrapped her arms weakly around his neck, fingers playing with his hair and gripping it unconsciously with each delicious thrust.
Her eyes drifted shut as she moaned softly, head lulling against the armrest, and when her legs moved to the rhythm of his hips Itachi knew he no longer had to hold back. It was time he took what he wanted.
Pushing himself back onto his haunches, Itachi took a brief moment to admire the way his thickness parted her sex, glided his hands up over her toned stomach and taking up her top along the way. Pert little globes welcomed him, and he couldn't help but smile. Sakura had always been self-conscious in three areas: her forehead, her worth as a kunoichi and her breasts. He's had the opportunity to rid her of any disillusionment on two counts. It was time to rid her of the last.
Reaching a hand up to one rosy bud, Itachi flicked the rough pad of a thumb over it. Her back launched off of the armrest as a surprised squeal left her. "You're so sensitive," he praised, pleased with the delightful reaction.
Letting his chakra once again trickle over her, he let unseen fingers pinch, pull, rub and flick leaving his hands free to find purchase on her hips.
Sakura let out a strangled cry as Itachi let himself go, the ease and access of his position allowing him to fuck her hard and fast.
The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as Itachi used her hips to pull her down on him in time to his own relentless pounding, and Sakura's keening cries told him she would come undone very soon.
He watched those perfect little breasts bounce with each slam of his cock inside her, watched himself disappear over and over again where he split her apart and the sight was so stupidly hot he knew he would be beating off to this vision for the rest of his life.
"Fuck!" He growled, cursing loudly for what felt like the first time in his life without a single care.
"Ita-chi!" Sakura sobbed beneath him, and he saw her stomach begin to quiver.
He forced himself to stop, earning him a frustrated cry. Itachi had a very distinct goal in mind for his brother's absurdly erotic little teammate, and he would not sway from it.
Only just having the wherewithal to do so, he let his chakra take the form of a tongue, licking lightly and slowly over her reddened clit, earning him a strangled cry that became a broken sob.
"Patience." Itachi promised kindly, feeling a little sympathetic. But he knew it would be worth it.
Once again finding his pace, he snapped his hips back and forth, the sounds and smell of sex filling his every sense. Grabbing both of her hips as illusions of tongue and fingers teased her in his stead, he angled her slightly, pounding hard against a special spot inside her that made Sakura's arms suddenly fly out to reach for something, anything!
Sakura looked at him in a panic, fear and uncertainty suddenly filling her eyes even as her body tightened and thrashed against her will, choked gasped breaths unable to ask the question Itachi knew she wanted answered.
"Don't worry," Itachi reassured her, his voice nearly breaking as pressure built at the base of his cock, "Just let it happen."
Sakura needed no further instruction. She gripped onto the cushion under her, head tipping back and back arching as she convulsed, her entire body going into spasm as she wailed in a way that barely resembled his name. Again and again her walls spasmed around him, gripping him stunningly tight, and Itachi's forced his eyes not to roll at the sheer incredible pleasure of it.
He wanted to witness this, if this was the last time he would ever do so.
Clear liquid came leaking from around his cock, and he quickly pulled out to see the pinnacle of her abandon. The vision was his undoing and with an uninhibited roar, his release came in ropes over her hips, thighs and stomach. His eyes finally drifted shut as waves of fire rolled through him, searing his every nerve until they began gently ebbing away into a lazy ember.
As his blood cooled, the once relentless throbbing of his cock now completely sated, Itachi took in one last sight of Haruno Sakura splayed over him, completely debauched and covered in his cum. She looked ruined, and it surprised Itachi just how much that pleased him.
Noticing for the first time the glistening trail of tears down her cheeks, his sense of presence returned to him, and her wellbeing became his immediate concern
"Sakura?" He gently pushed Sakura's dampened locks away from her eyes, the way had done so many times before, back when she was fragile and frustrated and just needed somebody to tell the girl with the larger than average forehead that it was the very thing that made her beautiful.
How can anything be beautiful, if everything is the same?
The memory was like a glass of cold water. Only seconds ago, after years of unfulfilling liaisons with women that barely scratched an itch but expected everything he was unwilling to give in return, Haruno Sakura had brought him to life. He was sated, and Itachi didn't realise how badly he'd needed it, this completely nihilistic and base human need until it had been unexpectedly been presented to him by this lovely kunoichi.
The same girl who had sobbed to him and called him nii-chan.
The feeling of something bluntly poking his forehead removed him from his thoughts, and he followed two fingers and an arm to where below him a very grown up Sakura smiled with the bright, effortless affection that was uniquely hers.
"I wanted this, you know?" She reminded him, teasing him as she liked to do when he fussed and worried, "And I may want it again sometime, if you're not opposed?"
"Is that a good idea?" Itachi asked, even as he acknowledged his own desires. She was perfect for his needs. But that didn't mean it would be the same for her.
Placing two hands on his chest and pushing him up and off her, the Sakura that had been submitted to him only moments earlier for the sake of their mutual pleasure was long gone and the no-nonsense medic and team diplomat now sat before him, naked and unashamed, in her place.
"Itachi. I know you well enough by now. I know you don't want a wife, or children, or any commitment outside the ones you already have. And you have so many. You do just so much all the time and you always have because you are the kind of person who doesn't want to let anyone down."
Sakura reached for him, cupped the side of his face and traced her thumb along the line under his right eye. The Sharingan was well documented in its taking a physical toll on its users, but with the Mangekyo and the sheer overuse of it that came with the fulfilment of those commitments had affected him visibly. Itachi didn't care. He wasn't a vain man. But he hated the way it reminded others to pity him.
"You do so much for all of us. Let me return the favour once in a while, okay?" Sakura smiled at him. It was a smile that expected no argument. It soothed him, told him to trust her. Everything would be okay. The woman was born to heal. "And besides, judging by your very first curse word Uchiha Itachi, you've needed this more than you let on."
It was such an emotionally charged moment, and her comment was so cavalier that Itachi really had no choice. He simply laughed.
"Very perceptive, Sakura-san. It's why genjutsu will be your new forte once I'm done teaching you."
Sakura, as though only just realising her top was bunched up atop her breasts, moved to cover her breasts, scanning around for her wayward panties. "So that's a yes then? To a next time." She asked, though Itachi knew she'd already decided upon the answer.
Itachi chuckled. "What's in it for you?"
Sakura reached down to grab her missing underwear, woefully eyeing up the dark stain that rendered it unwearable. "Look at the state of your sofa and ask me that question again." She scoffed.
Itachi ignored the ingrained need to immediately get his upholstery into hot water and soap. "You know, not many women can do that." He informed her, knowing from her earlier confusion that this would be the first time she'd experienced such a thing. As it was his own.
"I did not." Sakura tugged her skirt down to cover herself before realising the futility of her preening and giving herself over to the idea that she would need to shower at the Uchiha home. "But I can't wait for you to teach me more things I do not know." She teased, with a look that promised she would be a very eager student. His blood stirred.
"Sensei."
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