30. Distractions

Rating: E

Verse: Hokage Madara by victoriacapo

Inspiration/Idea: video by victoriacapo (link on my tumblr)

She came to his office. Which on its own wasn't even that unusual – she was showing up from time to time especially when she had a morning shift. Usually it was accompanied with questions about how long he would stay at work.

So he wasn't really surprised to see her. He was very surprised though when after a usual quick peck on the lips and quick question about his day, she dragged a chair to the shorter side of the desk and sat down there.

"Yes?" he asked.

Sakura only shrugged and placed her chin on her palm.

"What is it?" he reiterated the question.

"Oh nothing…" she mused, not letting her eyes off him.

"There must be a reason why you are sitting here…"

Sakura just hummed a negation and continued to eye him. He was starting to get irritated. He didn't like being watched.

"If you have nothing to say, then I think it would be more useful if you went home. I'll be able to concentrate on my work," he pointed to the pile of papers in front of him, letting the 'because with you staring at me I cannot' unspoken. "And I will come home sooner."

Sakura pouted. Her lips looked really nice when she pouted. "Oh, but I want just to spent some time with my husband..."

"Your husband is working."

"And I'm just sitting here, not disturbing you at all… See?" She made a gesture around her mouth. "Quiet as a mouse!"

He tried reading that trading proposal. He read the section regarding the customs' regulations already the second time and still didn't understand what the Stone official wanted to say. He started reading for the third time. And stopped mid-paragraph. It wasn't the wording of the document. It was Sakura.

Sakura in his peripheral vision, her red tailcoat, or whatever that obscenity that was leaving her belly-button on full view was called. Sakura and her half-opened lips and eyes plastered to his face.

He couldn't work like that. Madara put down his pen. "I would really prefer that you went home." Sakura only shook her head. "What do you even want here?" Irritation that he was feeling since couple of minutes finally surfaced in his voice. Sakura made a gesture emphasizing that her lips were firmly shut. What an idiotic and childish behavior. He really wasn't in mood for that. "What do you want from me, woman?!"

Sakura smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

And then he got it. Her eyes were dark, pupils dilated. There was a faint, but still noticeable for someone who knew her as well as he did, blush on her cheeks. And her lips were a tiny bit redder than usually, and no, it wasn't the lipstick.

She was excited, wasn't she?

If he activated his Sharingan he could probably see if her nibbles were pebbled. But he wouldn't. He wouldn't give her this satisfaction. She came here, clearly with a purpose on her mind, sat here saying nothing at all, as if hell-bent on irritating him. He would have gladly complied if she had asked nicely. Very gladly, in fact. But no. She had to sit here and play that little game of hers.

Her lips were still pouted, and her fingers were touching her cheek. Suddenly he wanted nothing more but those fingers skimming along his cock and cupping his balls.

His wife looked at him with all the innocence in the world. Completely fake innocence. Her pinky was almost in her mouth!

Madara closed the folder with the draft of trading contract with a bit more force than it was necessary.

"You're wanting and you're not saying anything?" he asked incredously. "You're wanting and you just keep sitting here?"

Sakura looked at him with staged surprise. Oh, would she finally drop this façade? He really wasn't into it!

She wouldn't. She didn't move a muscle.

Madara stood up. She had riled him up enough. He won't be nice.

Grabbing her arm, he pulled her to her feet. He hated this outfit. On regular days he hated it for the red top part. Today he was hating the fact that she was wearing trousers with it. With a dress it would have been easier.

He shoved her chest first to the desk and yanked at the buttons of her trousers. Fortunately, they let go easily. He pulled the trousers down to her knees. Sakura so far didn't make a single sound. Well, he would change it soon, thought Madara opening his trousers.

Without any preamble he rammed into her. He didn't even bother to check if she was prepared or not. She pissed him off. Ready or not, she would handle him.

Well, she was rather ready, judging by how easy he slid in. Nevertheless, she screamed, arching and trying to accommodate the apparently unexpected intrusion. He wouldn't have any of it – he pressed her flat to the table, constricting her movement and snapped his hips viciously. Sakura let out a grunt. Her head was lying on the table, her cheek pressed for sure uncomfortably to the wood. He thrusted with full force; each plunge was accompanied by her gasp.

But he wanted it differently. He wanted her to look at him if she was so hell-bent on it today. Plus, he knew his wife too well – she was able to get off in this position even if he didn't pay much attention to her. Even if he was actively trying to not let her finish.

He pulled out and tugged at the left leg of the trousers. Surprisingly, Sakura cooperated and stepped out of it. But it wasn't enough to placate him.

He grabbed her at the waist and lifted her to the table. Not having much hold, she had to lean back and lie flat. Madara grabbed her thighs to spread her wider. When he bottomed out, he cherished the expression on her face more than the feel of her cunt around him.

He set up a fast rhythm, each time filling her to the end. Spread on the slippery table, she couldn't respond, she could just receive. And receive she did. All of his thrusts and then all of his spent.

When, panting, he slipped out of her, satiated and no longer angry, she quickly sat up and sent him a toothy smile. Apparently not bothered at all by the rough treatment - concluded Madara with a relief. Now, that he was off his high, he was starting to have second thoughts.

"Why don't you sit down, you seem tired… You've worked so hard…" she cooed. He complied – sitting was always a good option after finishing. Lying down would have been even better, but it was Hokage's office... Madara plopped heavily on the chair, not taking his eyes of Sakura who, instead of gathering her clothes or something in this vein, propped both her feet at the edge of the table. And started to finger herself. His essence was oozing out of her as she worked herself directly in front of him. He almost got hard again when she finished and threw her head back riding her orgasm against her very messy hand.

Only then she looped her underwear and trousers on her left leg (having first licked her fingers clean), pulled them up, adjusted the tailcoat and bent down to peck him on the lips.

"Don't stay too long, alright?" she said and left.

AN: Thanks for reading and I hope you liked the final smut of this month :)))