Chapter 25 - The taste of sweet sins (that we vowed upon)
Pure fear and shock were written all over Sakura's face as she looked down, eyes taking in the shakiness of her pale hands.
Everything, everything she just experienced felt all too real, too raw to be considered just an illusion Itachi himself had created.
What's worse even if it was just an illusion created by him, it didn't work either, meaning she was left completely helpless. She knew all too well what will come next.
She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her best to dispose of all images related to Itachi. It was all too much, all too unfair. In a way it was just another lie, but she knew there was more behind it, more than she could ever grasp. She knew she would hurt him, she knew it wouldn't end well, but she still went with this option.
Did she regret it? Absolutely. She couldn't care less about her own state of mind as of now, all she cared about was Itachi. For her it was clear as day that there was something more, something he refused to tell her directly. She had her own suspicions on it, but she refused to voice them out even within the depths of her mind.
She will just deal with it, even if she was set up to live with these forged memories until her last breath.
Still she couldn't help the pooling in her stomach, one that was out of desperation, nearly breaking her of all composure.
After all Sakura was hoping that she would be able to prove to herself that she didn't want romance, she didn't want friendship and that most importantly she didn't want any distractions. But it was just a blatant lie she told herself when refusing to accept the obvious.
What she knew for sure at this very moment was that this exact moment in time will haunt her many years later, well if she will make it out alive that is. The worst was yet to come, that much she was aware of.
She sat nervously in her cramped inn room, trying all the techniques she could think of to calm herself down. It wasn't like her to be so unsure, so conflicted to the point of almost having a breakdown.
She only had one option left, the one she was dreading the most. She didn't really want to think about what she was about to do. If she focused on it too much, guilt started bubbling up inside, threatening to spill over. She'd been a wreck ever since the idea had been proposed in her head initially.
For once it seemed that listening as the heavy rain crashed against the clear glass of her window was supposed to be the calmest Sakura's mind had been in weeks, months really, but in reality it was quite the opposite.
She felt a dark thunderstorm building up within her ribcage, threatening to spill over any moment now, she refused to let it out. So, in return, her feet fell to the floor, hair a pure mess as she tried to push it back, her steps light but fast as she approached, no, ran to the door for the second time that day.
Without hesitation she pushed the door open, intending to make her way out, eyes set on one particular door at the end of corridor.
Only though she was met with a stone-cold figure, all-black like it was his lucky off-to-go colour. Her eyes widened; expression unreadable as her fingers gripped the door handle harder. It was clear she failed to release it given her surprise, the motion in itself was her own way of seeking some sort of comfort.
"Shisui…" she muttered, a noise barely audible, but enough to catch his attention fully.
"Sakura." He rasped her name out, his tone softening just ever so slightly, solely just for her.
She couldn't get his damned voice out of her head. Every detail of his face - down to the pronunciation of each syllable - was burned into her memory. The way the breeze and the rain made from outside had his hair stick around his face, nappy and matted but somehow still so eye-catching. How his gaze was focused on her, not breaking for a moment as they stood nearly chest to chest.
The softening of his tone, the forlorn look in his eyes as he watched her unreadable expression and met her eyes that were full of down-right confusion.
Even the bags under his eyes, narrowed and fixed on her as he focused on what seemed like a fleeting moment. He barely knew what to expect next. But perhaps that was how they had always been, somehow transparent while shrouded in mystery of their own. As she could see the distant storm in his eyes, he could see the spark of life that swelled in her.
Oh, how the tides had turned.
She clung to him, as if he were not the storm itself but the raft she wanted to stay afloat on. That desperation made her cheeks heat, something that had continued to perplex her time and time again.
Despite the venom in his voice, the harsh words he spat at her as if she were like the others, she continued to return to his side. Always aware of the wall he held up against her, the mercenary was dutiful in waiting for that to crumble. How she longed to see him smile again, the softness in his eyes despite the struggle he faced. If her smile was something only he saw, the warmth of his gaze was a treasure all to herself.
She couldn't see the deep blush that had covered her face, the parting of her own lips that could almost taste what her imagination brought to her.
Her chest swelled with deep breaths, as if he were leaned over to catch them for her.
His lips looked so dry and cracked, most likely from chewing at them from his own worries and thoughts. She wanted to feel them, her mouth going dry at the thought of grazing her tongue over his mouth as he looked nearly frozen against her.
"Dammit." The silence of the room was broken by her own muttering, eyes pinched shut as she tried to shake the image out of her head.
Humiliation bloomed in her gut as she opened her eyes, afraid of facing him. If she deserved to feel anything, it was shame.
"I-" She bit her lip in near desperation, choking on a single syllable that left her mouth in a hurry. Any coherent words that came into her mind refused to come out through her lips. Her eyes started getting blurry, be it the desperate choice she faced or the consequences she was about to bring upon herself. It was not going to get any better.
"You don't need to explain, I know. I understand." He used her own words against her as his long fingers wrapped around her wrist, pulling her directly into his strong, chiseled chest, arms crushing around her.
Her cloudy eyes widened, once again surprise was etched into her features.
Shisui… that sweet, beautiful, disaster of a man. How did he know any of this? How could he have possibly figured any of this out without her?
Only one person came to mind, one that was selfless enough to allow for any of this to happen.
Itachi.
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt underneath the heavy, almost soaking wet cape he wore, pulling herself to him as close as possible, face buried deep into the crook of his neck. Her short puffs of breath warming up his still body.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know what else to say." Sakura responded, voice watery and pitched as she felt her clothes getting increasingly damp as well. She couldn't find it in herself to care.
He shakily ran a hand through her locks, smoothing the pale-rose tresses down her back.
Warm. The feeling of his hands was so warm, comforting and soothing, but most importantly familiar.
"Sakura," Her name fell out of his lips like a soft prayer into the wind.
She flinched, but didn't answer, only burying her face deeper into his chest, inhaling the deep musk and the smell of rainwater that he carried around himself like an invisible aura.
"Whatever happens right now is not a form of closure by any means." He continued, both of his hands rubbing her shoulders up and down, each touch feeling like electricity as he pushed her away just enough to gaze into her eyes, his smoky eyes burning her.
"I don't want to push you into this, I feel guilty enough as it is," She licked her lips nervously, shame and guilt swelled in her gut more and more intensely, reaching its perfect temperature like a cup of boiling water. "But you know better than anyone else that I don't have a choice. Not anymore." Sakura sighed heavily, looking down at her feet, feeling like she needed a bottle of sake to even begin to comprehend any of this.
Shisui's hand reached out, lifting her chin until her gaze met his own. "I can tell you're overthinking this and I understand why." His tone was a gentle caress as he leaned forward, pressing soft lips to her forehead, snaking his arms around her waist to pull Sakura flush against him.
"However, I'm not letting this gift go to waste. I know how good you can obey me. So, today, we're going to do this my way. 'No' is not an acceptable answer anymore, Sakura." His hands moved off her lower back, traveling down until they cupped her shapely ass, hard. His cold fingertips brushing just past the underside of her bottom, leaving shivers in its wake. A gasp left her throat against her own volition.
Oh.
Oh.
"And what about what you want? What if you don't want any of this and I'm just forcing you?" She started saying, before she felt those velvet lips of his at her throat, way past the layer of her silky locks, obstacles be damned.
An almost imperceptible growl came from Shisui, as Sakura felt his teeth lightly bite the sensitive skin of her swan-like neck. "I'm not lying, Sakura. We both know we want this. I'll have you screaming my name by the time dusk falls."
Sakura shivered at his words, feeling his lips travelling up her jaw until they reached her mouth, where he finally pressed a hard, fervent kiss. There was so much passion behind the kiss, so much heat, that Sakura felt dizzy from the pure animalistic nature of it. Her mind was clouded with a thousand unanswered questions, but she slowly started to put the pieces together.
She might've been unsure of some things, but one thing she was sure about was that there was something more behind all of this, something she was dreading to accept if it came from the other side of the party.
After all, she hated collecting jigsaw puzzle pieces, especially when the image she was trying to build up finally started becoming clearer.
He quickly pulled away from her, and searched her eyes intently, waiting for a sign of a decision. Despite his dominant words, he still wanted her permission that this is okay, that she wanted to do this, too. As much as he wanted Sakura, he finally decided that he would try his very best to avoid hurting her any further or making her do anything she didn't want.
Ah, fuck.
She stared back into his blazing and smoky gaze before giving him a slight nod, biting her lip while doing so, a nervous habit that was purely and simply just Sakura. She wasn't strong enough to say no to this, and she didn't trust words in that very moment. He knew her answer by reading her face.
Shisui's hands cupped Sakura's face, and his lips were soon back on hers, his tongue pressing at her lips, demanding entrance. He was kissing her greedily, with force, taking what he wanted and leaving no prisoners. She was soon off the floor, scooped up in his arms and being carried into the bedroom, his mouth never leaving hers despite all odds as he used the back of his leg to close the door behind them.
She was flush against him, her own clothes sticking against her like a second skin, soaked and cold, even so, she was burning hot, desperate and near feverish for skin-on-skin contact.
Surprisingly, instead of heading for the bed straight away he set her down and turned her around, using his body to crush Sakura up against the wall chest first. She could feel his chest rise and fall against her back, his very much alive hardness pressing into the back of her ass, a tease of what's to come.
He swept her hair away from the back of her neck, replacing it with his mouth instead, nipping and biting at the skin harder than before. As Sakura started to breathe heavily, he murmured softly into her ear. "I trust you remember what to expect?" His hands started trailing her silhouette, coming forward and brushing just underneath her breasts, past the oversized shirt she wore despite it being all wet and stuck to her skin thanks to him.
"Yes," she breathed, barely able to speak.
He span her around until Sakura was face to face with him, a smirk on his lips as he took in her flushed appearance, her hitched breath and sparkling forest green eyes.
"Good girl." He said before claiming her mouth once more.
His tongue twirled with hers, while his hands snaked up to the nape of her neck, tangling themselves in Sakura's hair, pulling gently to make a moan spill from her already bruising lips.
Without breaking the kiss, Sakura felt Shisui's hands travel lower to grasp the crisp edge of her shirt, pulling it up slowly, fingers lightly tracing past the curve of her spine. Sakura, despite the feeling of being obnoxiously exposed still complied to his wishes and pulled away from his lips just enough so he could help her out of the soaked fabric completely.
Shisui's dark gaze immediately fell on the pair of tuliplike nipples perking up because of the sudden change in temperature, they were pricking with fine crinkles and begging to be tasted. The sight alone had him swallowing harshly.
His eyes drank her in, looking her up and down, and Sakura swore she felt even more exposed than she was already, on a deeper level if one might say so. "Beautiful," The curly haired man marveled softly, slowly pushing Sakura back until she fell onto the bed.
Sakura felt his lips latch onto the pulse point in her neck, tongue swirling the now overly sensitive skin, causing the petal haired woman to writhe beneath him. Much to Sakura's surprise Shisui still remembered her hot spots, clearly. Therefore, she unconsciously arched her neck to give him better access, while his fingers ghosted down her collarbone until they reached the swell of her chest. Taking his time he lightly traced over her breast, causing goose bumps to trail in its wake.
The movement in itself exposed Sakura's already hard nipples, which his fingers quickly found, pulling and pinching and rolling a pattern that had her breath hitching at the back of her throat, heat actively pooling between her thighs.
He pulled away to look at her, his fingers rising to press onto the love bite he left on Sakura's swan-like neck.
She waited for him to continue his work, rubbing her thighs together to help satiate the uncontrollable need for friction, when she heard him snicker darkly to himself.
"Ah, good thing I left that little mark for you. Your other one was forming already," he smirked, finally raising his eyes to meet her confused ones.
Other mark? Sakura knitted her eyebrows in confusion, trying to think of whatever he could be talking about…
...oh.
Realization hit you quickly, Sakura's eyes widening as she stared back at Shisui, a deep tint of pink spreading past her features already.
Itachi. Itachi had left that mark on her just a mere moment ago.
Kami, what is she doing?!
Memories of what they had been up to earlier came flooding back, causing her mind, heart and body to war with each other uncontrollably.
Upon facing Sakura's reaction full of uncertainty Shisui wished he could've taken his words back right away. Gods, why was he so dumb sometimes? Fuck he really wanted to cut off that tongue of his, that mischievous side of him really brought him problems when he was least expecting it. So much for being an Anbu captain.
"Sakura. It's okay, I promise, just don't overthink it." Shisui's calm voice soothed the buzzing in her ears, interrupting the chaos that was her own thoughts. His hand gently grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"You did what you thought was best given your situation, I can't blame you for that." He murmured softly, pressing a barely there kiss to her lips to reassure her. "I'm the one who should be blamed." He sighed, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip unconsciously.
"So, try not to worry about it too much, okay? There will be a lot more opportunities for me to make it up to you, I can promise you that." The last part of the sentence slipped past Shisui's lips before he realized it.
Fuck.
What did he say? Now was definitely not the time, or was it? It was something he wished to tell her, after all he came here fully knowing that he was committing to her proposal wholeheartedly for as long as she wanted him around. Minus the part where he promised to wipe away her memories of him, well that is unless she would still wish to proceed with the idea. He sincerely hoped that wouldn't be the case.
Although Shisui had solidified his decision, there was still a pang of guilt that he felt when he thought about Izumi. She was supposed to be his fiance, he was supposed to be searching for her, but here he was, looking at Sakura like there wasn't anything else that could be more important at this very moment.
Maybe he was tired of getting rejected, waiting for something he knew might never happen. He knew his feelings were one-sided. Having Sakura always by his side showed him what it felt like when someone was genuinely interested in him. He craved for that feeling, after all he always wanted to be appreciated, to be wanted, to be loved. Sakura was willing to give all of that to him.
But even so, he was still awfully worried about Izumi's whereabouts, but Sakura's situation wasn't any better either. He had to make choices. And at the end of the day - he did.
"Huh?" Her eyebrows were back in spot, knitted given her never ending confusion.
"Never mind." He clicked his tongue hastily. Now was definitely not the time to spill the beans, he could wait just a little longer, right?
"Anyways, have you forgotten what I have told you before? Sakura, for once just stop thinking and feel." He brought his lips back to her neck almost furiously, his tongue hot on her skin as he was trying to glide over his earlier behavior that was less than excusable given how she reacted.
His other hand continued working on her breast, pinching and rolling the abused nipple in between his thumb and index finger. "If your mind will keep drifting away, I will have no choice but to punish you, Sakura-chan.~" This time Shisui grinned down at the petal haired woman. It was an unusual, yet a welcome sight given how tensely their relationship was unfolding for the last couple of weeks.
He kept her trapped under him and was looking at her intently, studying her like a virgin territory that was so unfamiliar to him, taking in any detail her restless form had to offer, be it his hands, eyes or his mouth.
Shisui slid his tongue along her throat slowly descending to the swell of her chest. His touch burned her like a wildfire along the spine and sent chills along her limbs.
An electrical bolt surged through her entire form and sent her reeling into imponderability when Shisui's lips lowered around an erect nipple, not being able to resist the unexplainable urge any longer. Instinctively his firm lips enclosed the rosy bundle, feeling it once again tauten in his mouth, he suckled onto it with unquenchable thirst in his overly dry throat.
He let go of it with a sudden pop as a trail of saliva span from his lips, glistening on her soft skin, while his tongue encircled the swollen bud, massaging it. He locked her hands together in a grip of his right one when her roving hands kept distracting him. He freed his left hand to meander freely along her body.
Shisui`s warm palm traipsed along the back of her hand, leaving a trail of hot shivers in his way, coming to cup her right breast, his fingertips skimming over her velvety skin as it danced under his touch, enjoying the way it fit into the curve of his hand. He gave a tentative squeeze, applying as much pressure as his intuition told him to, in order not to transgress the border between pleasure and pain.
"Mmnn..." He resisted the need to smirk against her skin when Sakura pushed her teeth into her lower lip in order to bit back a moan. It was like her body enjoyed the treatment, silently screaming for more. And he had more to give, way more than she could've imagined.
The signs were more than noticeable in the way she almost involuntarily arched her lower back to make him take more of her supple tissue into his hot mouth and it was a yearning for relief that Sakura couldn't control. She didn't expect him to be so arousing, so hot and so dexterous but then again, he was an extremely gifted shinobi, very graceful and precise in maneuvring his sword so naturally that his hands were trained to respond to body language, just like now.
The percussion of her heartbeats coming in rapid rhythms pounced into his mouth as the curly haired man let his tongue skim along the swell of her mound, then returning back to suckle on her erect nipple again, pulling on her skin hard and as far as the elastic tissue would allow him.
He arched his neck to gain amplitude to the motion like a lion peeling the flesh of its prey, while his other hand discovered a maddening rhythm to knead the other twin by using his thumb to roll and rub against the other rosy bundle, her reaction being almost immediate.
Sakura`s inhales grew even sharper than before and the suppressed moans reverberated all along her body, urging her to release the obvious state of pleasure in another way. The dull ache on her forehead came back to life, reminding her of its existence.
Shisui's hand skimmed lower, past the swell of her chest, brushing over her toned stomach, fingertips dragging over in a teasing motion until the tips of his fingers hooked under the edge of her black spandex shorts.
Without a second thought Shisui yanked down the overly tight material away in one swift movement, his eyes focusing on her lower half as Sakura panted under him, eyes heavy-lidded, black eyelashes almost brushing the top of her flushed cheekbones as she observed him with curiosity.
"You… have too many clothes on." She rasped out; voice full of that unfamiliar sultriness that she came to possess just recently. She grabbed his wrist, pushing herself up from the mattress, the greenness of her eyes twinkled with want.
"I don't think that's a fair game." She clarified with that same voice that halted just an octave lower. She tilted her head to the side, long hair falling over her shoulder in a veil as she observed the older Uchiha's reaction.
"Hmm... you are right." He chuckled again, clearly amused with the unexpected turn of events. Just a second ago she seemed so vulnerable, but now she was full on displaying with that fiery side of hers as if some imaginary switch was turned on.
"Mind helping me then?" He said, half-joking, not really expecting her to take any further incentive, but once again Uchiha Shisui was left speechless when Sakura all but ripped away the heavy cape from his shoulders, the heavy, soaked material falling to the floor with a soft thump.
She brought her face closer, aiming for the side of his face, the pout of her lips nearly touching his earlobe as her hot breath fell over his cold skin in short pants.
"I'm not the same innocent girl you met a while ago, Shisui." She nearly growled into his ear, long fingers wrapping around the nape of his neck in a teasing motion until her nails sank into his soft flesh, as if trying to convey some sort of a warning.
"If this is going to be the only time, we do this, I want your all." A low, aggressive rumble rolled out of her lips. Sakura bit his earlobe, seating herself directly onto his lap, as she bracketed him with her thighs.
She yanked him by the collar of his shirt, fisting the damp material between her pale fingers, her face inches away from his.
"I want all of this off, now." She looked at him, face indifferent if not for the fact that she was heavily flushed. Her eyes turned a shade darker, just like her aura. As if to emphasize her point even further Sakura rubbed her bare-skinned hips against his own, and the sudden contact between their hot bodies grinding so deliciously, fitting against each other, in all the perfect angles, made Shisui hiss deeply into his chest.
"Don't forget you are the one who asked for it." He smirked devilishly, voice low and almost challenging.
It only took that amazingly chilling discharge of electricity lapping all over his spine for Shisui to adapt to the new fluid motion as he straightened his shoulders. Gods, he didn't know she had this side to her, but he found that he couldn't complain even if he wanted to.
He didn't need to be told twice as he took off his shirt in one sleek motion, the muscles he hid underneath flexing intensely, successfully drawing Sakura's attention to them as he threw away the piece of fabric carelessly. His focus was now solely on her.
He straightened his shoulders, refusing to take his eyes away from her face, studying her reaction carefully as he arched his spine deeply once, flexing his hips and grounded against her hard, experimentally, rubbing the front of his pants that protruded with obvious arousal against the cleft between her thighs.
Sakura could also feel the heat of his body, and the hardness of his flesh. His cock, hard and hot and god—
He began rutting against her, and now it was her turn to gasp. One of his hands came down to her hip, pulling her even closer, encouraging her to answer his thrusts with her own.
The contact came more violent than before. Shisui almost rolled his eyes until they hit the back of their sockets while Sakura released a silent cry and whipped her head over her shoulder refusing to stare at his face. Oh God, it felt intense.
His eyes darkened, the image that was unfolding before him was arousing to say the least. Strands of long pale pink hair fell all over her form in disheveled pieces, framing not only her face but various parts of her body as well. Her chest rose and fell in deep breaths, eyelids twitching, lips open and inviting, her lean, voluptuous form arched just for him and him alone to witness.
He repeated the motion again and again until her lips spread open even wider to take more gulps of air and soft murmurs travelled from her arched throat, disturbing the otherwise silent room.
Looking at her like this Shisui couldn't decide whether to let his lips or fingers stain her with his knavish corrupt colors, her presence alone was enough to bring him a pleasurable dizziness and an oblivion stronger than the alcohol and even that liquid couldn't satiate him like this.
Kami, this woman was delicious and delicate; the pallor of her skin had an ethereal nacre luminosity, being imbued with a faint sensual scent. Blood was boiling like a furnace into his vessels surging along his limbs and spine, amassing into his navel where a heavy knot throbbed and tightened in a reeling constriction.
Droplets of burning perspiration pickled along the cords of his neck and chest as Shisui went down on her chest hungrily, syphoning wet, nearly sloppy kisses, the rhythmic movements of their hips never ceased, in fact they only increased.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and before he could stop himself, a calloused palm glided along the meandering outline of her waist, kneading on the rounded swell of her hip bone where the touch of womanhood became more sensual and it descended down lower to the front of her feminine curves as they formed a triangle mound between her thighs.
His fingers pressed against the cleft of her feminine curves, rubbing against the soft lace that served as the only barrier left between them.
Her inhales took a sharper resonance; her pulse was pumping rapidly under his touch, the touch of his fingertips signaling that her body didn't need her mind to enjoy the attention fully.
His member twitched painfully as it pressed against the scraping material of his pants and her warm body pressed against his own and mewling into his touch was not helping his status, on the contrary.
Just what was he thinking about?
The reason was simple: he wasn't thinking at all, he simply acted. Just like a mindless creature, he kept on searching for something and she seemed to satiate his thirst but only this was still not enough.
"Ahh, more." She all but pleaded, as she wrapped her fingers around his wrist hastily, urging him to move faster.
"Huh, getting impatient, aren't we?" A half-smirk crossed his dark features, as his heavily lidded eyes fell to her hand.
In response Sakura arched her back more as she pushed her chest into his mouth, burning Shisui with her warmth, praising the motion of his hand which was rubbing against her moist folds picking up his pace and adding to the pleasurable friction as he pressed harder against the core of her pleasure. His digits were getting slicker as juices started to pool from the pits of her belly and seeped against his palm, despite the barrier the last piece of her underwear provided.
"Fuck—" Shisui cursed her under his breath for how she reacted, as his ear glued to her chest and he listened to the strings of her heartbeat jitter in her ribcage.
His hand was molding perfectly against every crevice and contour of her body and he lighted her up like a candle, flickering and fluttering by his touch alone.
The diamond shaped seal on her forehead gleamed profusely, as if encouraging Shisui to proceed with his ministrations even further.
Gods, this woman was turning him insane. Or maybe the chilly cold rain made his neurons in the brain freeze, so he wasn't thinking straight. Shisui almost hated her for how incredibly tempting she looked like at this very moment, her fierce personality and the warrior playing within the depths of those incredibly vitreous chartreuse eyes only adding to the mix.
The way Sakura was writhing against his body, holding his gaze and her nymph body and the ivory porcelain and virgin rose skin glowing before him, almost had the Anbu captain lose it for real.
He felt all of this attraction towards her and it was roaring like a howling beast back from the pits of his stomach pushing him into giving in to the sin and relinquish to those dark thoughts that started to form inside his head.
His mind was far from being pure and unlike Sakura, he proved to be bolder with his actions. All Shisui could think of was that he wanted to have her hard and animalistic right there on this goddamn mattress.
Blinking once slowly he was collecting his scattered thoughts. Shisui gave her one hard intense perusal from head to her waist, ensnared by her nude chest where the swell of her breasts was rounded deliciously and glistening by the droplets of rainwater that fell between her cleavage, like diamonds on her silky skin, all thanks to his soaking wet mane. His stare burned Sakura`s mind and she felt the incandescence of his stare scorching every cell of her flushed body.
He wouldn't break eye contact with her, pumping her over and over until suddenly it wasn't enough.
She wanted more. More of him.
Frustrated at the feeling Sakura pushed her palms into his chest. "I-I want to do something for you as well." She gasped, her own voice making her shiver as her mouth fell open with a groan, hips rolling against his hand, past the bulge in his pants.
"Oh, Sakura, you're playing with fire." Shisui whispered into her ear, voice low and hoarse, shaking with barely held restraint.
Sakura looked down a moment. Then back up. Her pulse roared in her ears.
He ran a single finger down the slope of her cheek, let it linger on her jaw. His breath stirred her hair and fell, hot and shocking, along the shell of her ear.
Nuzzling her neck, Shisui whispered again.
"That makes me excited to see how far you can go."
She reached for his belt buckle and struggled to get it open. Her delirium and distraction made the job rather tough, but with his prompt aid, she managed it. She unzipped his pants, reached between the open placket, and squeezed. He groaned loudly in response; his breath hot against her neck.
He was heavy, hot and hard, and as she rubbed the heel of her hand up and down his underwear-clad cock, she could feel his precum begin to dampen the cotton.
He pulled himself out completely from his underwear and stroked himself a few times from root to tip. The head of his cock was an angry red, and she could see precum dribbling from the tip. She could only watch, paralyzed and mesmerized. She licked her lips unconsciously.
After a moment or so Sakura lowered herself to her knees in one shaky motion. As she reached for his cock, his hands found their place in her thick pink hair, massaging gently as if encouraging her even further. The silky strands wrapped around his fingertips like braided ropes.
Holding his cock by the base, almost unsurely she licked the tip of it first, quick and kitten-like. She then took his whole head in her mouth and sucked, pressing her lips tightly around it. The sound that came out of his throat in response was more animal than human.
He groaned with even more passion, the softness of her fingers around him, the tender eyes gazing up at him, the feel of her lips around him, albeit inexperienced still, incredibly arousing to the point of madness.
"Fuck," He rasped, as he struggled against the barest of his instincts, the hands in her hair were still even if his mind was pleading him to make her take him in deeper.
"Such a good girl, keep going." His voice was the perfect mix between a purr and a growl, the near sound being almost enough to make her come undone. The unexpected flash of red under his hooded eyes did little to soothe her need for friction as she moaned softly, the sound alone reverberating through the entirety of his body.
The taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. Rainwater and sandalwood invaded her senses, it surrounded her, intoxicated her, as she felt his hands tremble in her hair.
The heat in her stomach seemed to grow, burning through her veins and setting her very being ablaze as if the sun exploded within her very body. Her folds trembled and clenched around the emptiness, making her dip her head lower, taking in his cock further.
Shyly she poked out her tongue, running it along his shaft as if testing the waters even further.
"I can't believe how beautiful you are. And you're all mine." He murmured in a low tone, an awed look on his face, as he ran his hand through her hair one last time before pulling her back up to face him.
He gently pushed her onto the mattress, lowering himself upon her again and capturing her lips with his own, canines gracing over her bottom lip, making her shiver under his form.
Her arms wound around his neck, bringing him closer against her as her fingers combed through his wet curly hair, despite the fact that it was disheveled and stuck all over his face.
Their nearly naked bodies were firmly pressed against each other with only her underwear separating them from being as close as humanly possible. Her fingers slid down, exploring his neck and shoulders before tracing the muscles on his back.
She was taking in every inch of him, committing it to memory and mapping it out, mentally taking note of his more sensitive areas. Shisui returned the treatment, his hands boldly exploring her soft flesh and all her curves.
Sakura mewled under him, and without thinking, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Her eyes shot open and nearly bulged out of her head when she could feel his large bulge against her sex through the last of her undergarments.
The older Uchiha, clearly noticing her distraction, pulled back from her mouth to give her a smug grin and suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. The bastard definitely knew where her mind had run off to.
Almost teasingly, he slowly circled his hips against hers, watching her reaction through hooded eyes. Sakura gasped and tightened her grip around him, unbeknownst to her grinding back against him. Shisui bit his lip before lowering his face towards her neck, biting down softly before his lips traced down. Towards her collarbone and breasts and stomach, giving each inch he came across his undivided attention until Sakura was a withering mess below him. Then he reached her tights and nearly nuzzled his face against the soft flesh there.
A rip sounded and Sakura barely noticed her panties flying out of her vision and before realizing she laid before him as naked as it could get, his mouth went down there. His hands went to her hips, firmly holding her down as his tongue continued its assault on the most intimidating part of her body.
A startled scream left her lips, and her hands were suddenly in his inky locks. "S-Shisui," the words died in her throat when his tongue slid inside her folds, a scream-moan tearing out of her lips, "W-what are you doing?"
Shisui pulled back only to answer. "Taking a taste. Just relax and trust me." She couldn't see his face, but she knew that he was smirking.
Then his mouth was back on her and her hold tightened on his hair, bringing him even closer towards her aching core. It felt amazing. She had no other words to describe it.
"S-Shisui," She moaned out again, biting her lip to try and - unsuccessfully - keep the noises down. His tongue curled inside of her, exploring her and claiming her, and then it was gone. About to protest, the words died down when he pushed something else inside of her. His finger, most likely.
Her back arched off the mattress and his lips found her tights, sucking and biting whatever he could reach of her skin. His other hand went from her hips to her stomach and held her down as he started to slowly, experimentally, pump his finger in and out of her folds. Shisui leaned over her again and Sakura opened her eyes - when did she close them? - to see him giving her a full-on devilish grin.
Some of her juices glistened around his mouth and she watched wide-eyed as his sinful tongue poked out to lick the corners of his lips clean. Her entire mouth ran dry and then Shisui's lips were on hers, easily prying her lips apart with his tongue so she could taste herself on him. Which she hesitantly did. It tasted strange, unlike anything really. But as she did so he slid in a second finger and started scissoring them after a few pumps.
A loud moan tore out of her lips, Shisui swallowing the noise with his own mouth. She tugged on his hair, harshly, and the dark-haired man moaned above her, his fingers faltering ever so slightly in their movement before he collected himself and picked up pace again. A third finger slid into her folds and Sakura bit back a cry at being stretched out so far.
Shisui did not waste a second in pumping his fingers in and out, coating them in her essence and preparing her for what was to come. The heat in her stomach and the increasingly dull ache on her forehead seemed to grow. Her folds trembled and clenched around his fingers and Shisui sped up his movements, setting an almost relentless pace as their kiss became more heated. "That's it, good girl," Shisui hissed as he detached their mouths, glancing down at the withering woman below him.
Flashes of glimmering purplish light caught Shisui's attention and his eyes widened at the lightning which was now coating half of her flushed skin in stripe-like markings. He gave her a full-on wicked grin alongside a cheeky wink, and then channeling his expert touch through his arm and fingers, right into her needy core.
It was like she took in an entire thunderstorm down there. It was electrifying and sent all her senses in overdrive. Spots danced across her vision and she wouldn't be surprised if she actually passed out for a few seconds during her euphoria. Shisui's mouth went back to her ear and he whispered a three-worded command. Sakura could do nothing but obey, all thought having left her. "Cum for me." She came around his fingers, screaming his name to the Heavens like a prayer as her entire body trembled against him in exhaustion.
She looked ethereal, all glowing, purple markings spreading over half of her body making her look almost deity like as she was writhing against the crumbled rich navy sheets under his precise touch. A light sheen of sweat lingered over her flushed skin, loose strands of hair stuck to her like there was no tomorrow, forming a halo effect around her.
Shisui continued pumping his fingers in her juices, riding her down on her orgasm until he pulled out his fingers with a wet sliding sound. Sakura watched wide-eyed as he bought them to his lips, not once looking away from her, and licked her juices off with a soft moan escaping his parted lips. Her stomach flipped and the poor girl desperately tried to rub her tights together, to bring those amazing feelings back, but his knees between her legs prevented her from doing so. Shisui tutted at her. "Soon." was all he said.
His boxers had somehow gotten off along the way so now he was before her in all his naked glory. And a glory it was. This man was a god, were the only words running through her mind before all forms of thought process seemed to abandon her when her eyes fell on his bulging member, proudly standing up against his stomach.
A hum came from Shisui before the man crawled over her and claimed her lips once again in a heated kiss that made her toes curl in pleasure. One of his hands was around his member, giving it a few powerful strokes in preparation for what was to come. He pressed his cock against her throbbing sex, rubbing it against her and coating it in her juices, but not entering her just yet. Sakura could do nothing but moan and gasp against his lips, wiggling around impatiently and trying to grind against him.
Shisui seemed to let out a sound that was a mix between a laugh and a moan before he gave in and threw all caution to the wind. He entered her with a mighty and fluid push of his hips, his entire length sliding into her folds all at once. Sakura screamed at the sudden intrusion and the flare of pain of having her maidenhood pierced, her arms went around his shoulders tightly and she held on as if her life depended on it, their naked bodies pressed flush together.
Shisui panted above her, keeping himself completely still as he waited for Sakura to adjust to him. She could hear and feel the beating of his heart against her and the scent that always hung around him - of rain and storms - seemed to overpower her very senses, it made her gasp against him. Shisui nuzzled his face against her neck in reply, placing a gentle kiss there.
"Good girl, just a little bit more." He coaxed her, his voice velvety, reverberating against her neck, against her very own being.
Having him inside of her didn't hurt per se. Or not as badly as she expected at least. It was rather doable, it just felt strange to be so filled up and be so close to another. It was a feeling unknown to her. Experimentally, Sakura twisted her hips around, which resulted in a groan from the man above her. Yet, he still did not budge. Sakura dug her nails into his skin. "Move." she told him.
Having her permission Shisui removed his face from her neck and propped himself up above her, staring her deeply into her eyes and he placed both of his hands on either side of her head to keep himself up.
The glowing purple markings on her skin seemed to slide down even further down her body, now reaching just below her hips. He looked at her in awe, more than anything mesmerized by the image beneath him. This was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Unconsciously his eyes turned red again, fading into a four-point pinwheel, taking all of her in.
Sakura held on to him in anticipation, and then he lifted up his hips until about halfway before slamming them down again. Sakura gasped, digging in her nails as he set a slow and steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her with the occasional groan slipping past his parted lips. They never looked away from each other, seeing their own feelings mirrored in the eyes of their partner.
Soon Sakura grew used to the filled-up feeling and her lips parted open, moaning out his name. Shisui saw the change in her eyes and picked up his pace ever so slightly, making Sakura throw back her head against the mattress in pleasure as she moaned and panted underneath him.
"Sakura," Shisui groaned. The petal haired woman opened her eyes again and barely managed to make out the man above her. Shisui was gazing down at her with crimson red eyes, his look both fierce and gentle at once. He growled. "Fuck," he muttered. "I- I want to tell you something."
Sakura stilled just for a moment, afraid that he changed his mind or got reminded of the fact that he already might have been regretting all of this. She didn't want to talk about this now, she didn't want to hear another rejection, so before he spoke out again, she was kissing him, heated and passionately, the pace similar to the thrusts of his hips.
Shisui happily kissed her back, completely distracted by everything else that was going on. This could wait just a little bit more, he thought as Sakura parted her lips with a gasp when he slid deeper into her than before.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, giving him a new angle which he eagerly took. "F-Faster," she panted out. Their moans rose in volume around them as he did so. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room as the windows became foggy from the rising temperature inside, despite the pouring rain outside.
"Shisui!" Sakura screamed out when he hit a spot that had stars dancing before her vision. She could almost make out her beloved constellations.
The Anbu captain hit the same spot again in rapid succession, speeding up with every thrust he took, going deeper and harder and faster until he was roughly pounding into her without abandon, making the petal haired woman scream out even as she was nearly breathless.
But she wasn't in pain, more like the total opposite. The bed creaked under the Uchiha's savage display and the headboard slammed against the wall with each rocking motion. Sakura's breasts bounced back and forth in sync with the headboard, almost hurting her. "Yes. Yes!" Sakura screamed in a purr, clawing at his back and shoulders with her nails.
The pleasure she felt was intoxicating, accompanied by the unusual feeling that persisted on her forehead almost annoyingly, but seemingly only adding to the sensual mix as a whole.
The man groaned. His black hair sweaty in his face but he did not care. He roughly took hold of her legs and placed them over his shoulders, lifting her ass up as he did so. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, burying himself completely into her warmth and losing himself in her intoxicating scent.
One look told him she was close, if the markings that spread near to the tip of her toes were anything to go by. The image alone had his hands feverishly groping at every inch of available skin and their chests pressed flush against each other, as if they could melt into one person if they just got close enough. Heat built up in the very depth of their beings, bringing them closer to their orgasm.
As one they came.
Shisui roared as he came deep within Sakura's folds, her walls clenching around him. The lights in the room flickered and went out, combusting from the overflood of chakra radiating off the man, and Sakura found herself lost within a strange, unfamiliar feeling that overtook her own body with a surge of unexpected power.
Something within her shattered like glass, leaving only broken, crystal clear shards apart. At that very moment something within her awakened.
The seal on her forehead solidified into a small purple mark, the markings all over her skin lazily dissipated away.
"That," Sakura gasped, chest heaving as she leaned her head against Shisui's chest, snuggling into the warmth of his toned body. "That was more than I ever could've imagined." She confessed; voice hoarse from all the screaming she participated in previously.
Having said that she got herself comfortable against him, finding herself being slowly lulled to sleep by the deep content purr coming from Shisui and his hands slowly massaging her back. Something she would be sure to pester him about after her nap. "I know," the man holding her spoke, placing a gentle kiss against her forehead, "now go to sleep. I will be here when you wake up." He reassured her.
Shuffling around to get more comfortable, Sakura did just that, too tired to argue any further.
The tender look that swam in his eyes was the last thing she saw before finally falling asleep.
Shisui was sure he would finally be able tell her about his feelings once and for all after they would wake up. He couldn't wait, especially after finally having claimed her for himself. Everything that happened just a mere moment ago was more than enough to solidify his own feelings.
This time he wasn't letting her go.
"My Lord." Zetsu said politely, his knee digging into the cold ground almost painfully as he paid his respects to the fullest, his form almost quivering in front of the said man as he kneeled continuously.
"Any news?" The man in a white robe asked calmly, despite the deep frown that was settled onto his face almost permanently, as if showing his clear dissatisfaction with any of the results that were presented to him thus far.
"We found her, My Lord."
His eyes widened for the briefest of seconds, having his chakra flare up, reaching every corner and crack of the room he resided in.
"Are you sure?" His eyelids fell over his eyes briefly, as if contemplating if the source of information was credible enough.
"I wouldn't dare lying to you, My Lord. It's hard to miss someone with such distinctive chakra, even if the said person was doing an excellent job at hiding it. Besides, the lady had long pink hair if that is of any help." The man in black and white answered truthfully, his long, black cloak fluttered against the sheer pressure of his Lord's chakra.
The Lord's eyes widened in surprise before he carefully concealed his demeanor.
"Fine. Bring her to me, unscathed. Understood?" He glared over his shoulder at Zetsu, eyes swimming with pure and unfiltered killing intent.
"I will serve your orders to the fullest, My Lord." The man in black and white said as he slowly dissipated into the ground beneath him.
"Don't disappoint me, Zetsu." He stated coldly, leaving no room for further discussion.
Author's note
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