The next morning, Sakura needed to let out some steam so she decided to train early. An hour into her training, she felt his presence.
"Tobirama, I know you're there," she huffed, crossing her arms. He stepped around the tree and smirked.
"For someone who's not a sensor, you're not bad," he teased.
"I guess my body just knows when you're near" she answered without thinking. Tobirama's gaze darkened and he stalked forward. Sakura uncrossed her arms and stood up straighter, feeling the air around them change. She swallowed and creased her brows.
"What are you doing here," she asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing, his proximity making her squirm.
"I sensed your chakra and wanted to ask if you'd like to spar with me," he said, his voice deep and low.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she replied softly, biting her lower lip. He stepped into her space, forcing her to tilt her chin up a little to look at him.
"And why is that, Sakura," his crimson eyes were glued to hers. Sakura swallowed. There was always tension between them when it came to Tobirama. At first it was because he didn't trust her, but now because his eyes hold so much heat and desire he doesn't bother trying to hide that it never fails to send shivers down her spine.
"Because it's still early enough that people are still asleep. It would be rude to wake them up with our sparring," she answered.
Tobirama hummed but stayed silent. "Is that all?" Sakura widened her eyes slightly, then narrowed at the younger Senju.
"Fine, if it's a spar you want, then a spar you get. But taijutsu only," she scoffed.
"No chakra," he added, arching his brows. Sakura grumbled but agreed as they got into position. After watching him spar with Izuna, Sakura knew she had no chance of winning against Tobirama. But that doesn't mean she wouldn't give him a hard time. She was beyond frustrated and really needed this outlet so she didn't hold back. Even without the use of her chakra, her punches still hurt and she smiled when her foot connected against his abdomen, causing him to jump back. As Sakura thought, Tobirama was fast, and after a while her movements started to slow down, giving Tobirama the opening to get her back by kicking her against a tree and following through by pushing his body against hers. Sakura gasped from the impact and the feeling of Tobirama's thighs wedged between her legs. He stared down at her, his red eyes gleaming and Sakura whimpered at the heat in their depths.
They stared at each other for a moment. This time, it was her who initiated the kiss, pulling his head towards her to slam her lips against his. Tobirama groaned and kissed her back with the same passion, both hands gripping her waist in a bruising grip. It was a heated kiss the moment their lips touched, and Sakura moaned when he bit her lower lip. Sakura gripped Tobiramas shoulders, moaning into the kiss and Tobirama continued to press his hard body against hers. He pulled back abruptly, red eyes dark and gleaming with desire. His lips were shiny and swollen, and his cheeks were flushed with color. Sakura must look just as disheveled, and she had to swallow back another moan as she unconsciously ground her hips against his thighs, her core clenching from the friction. Tobirama pressed his forehead against hers, groaning as he fought for control. He hated the fact that every time he was around Sakura, he lost control of his body and mind and all he could think about was her.
"Sakura," he breathed, his eyes closed as he tried to get his breathing under control.
"Tobi.." she whimpered, and she felt him tighten his grip on her waist. With a growl, he kissed her again, his hands scooping under her knees and making her wrap her legs around his waist. The bark of the tree dug into Sakura's back but she didn't care. She felt his hands pull the knot of her yukata loose, and she arched her back, encouraging him to touch her heated skin. He broke the kiss to part the yukata, his eyes darkening as he could clearly see her hard nipples through her bindings.
He dipped his head down, nipping one hard nipple through the binding, making Sakura scream out and arch her back, her head knocking against the tree. Her hands threaded through his white hair, pulling when she felt one of his hands pinch her other nipple. She could feel his erection rubbing against her, the cold metal of his happuri causing goosebumps to form on her heated skin. She gasped when she felt her bindings rip in half, her eyes flying open to see Tobirama smirking down at her as he threw away the kunai he used. The smirk didn't last as his eyes traveled down her exposed chest. "Beautiful," he murmured before dipping his head down to lick at her erect nipple, the feeling of his rough tongue causing her to arch and moan out loud. She was writhing against him now, her hands gripping onto his shoulders so tightly at the sensations he was eliciting out of her and making her head spin.
The sound of distant voices froze them in their act. They both stared at each other for a few moments, eyes wide, before Tobirama stepped back to let Sakura down. With a slight blush, Sakura retied her yukata and turned around.
"I have to go," she said quietly and walked the opposite way, not daring to look back. She wasn't sure if she would be able to walk away if she did and see the hunger in his eyes.
Sakura made her way through the Uchiha compound, Izuna's gift wrapped nicely in her hands. She found out from Kagura that Izuna's birthday was the day before, and she wanted to give him something. She spent the better part of her free time yesterday before her shift trying to figure out what to get him. She was let in by one of the staff and was directed towards Izuna's quarters. She knocked on his door and waited. After a few minutes of silence, she could hear him grumbling on the other side of the door. Sakura had to suppress her giggle at the sound. Seems like he had a good celebration of his birthday the night before. Sadly she was too busy at the hospital that she couldn't make it, which is why she made her way over that morning.
Izuna opened his door, rubbing his eyes. "Chiiii, you should know better than to wake me this early after a night out," he yawned.
Sakura blushed as her eyes trailed down his body. Izuna was shirtless, wearing only trousers that hung quite low on his hips, showing off his v-cut. He stopped rubbing his eyes and blinked, only for them to widen as he finally realized who was standing in front of him.
"Sakura!" he said with a shocked expression.
"G-good morning, Izuna," she stuttered. She tried to hide the gift behind her and looked away, trying to calm her blush down.
Izuna stepped aside, scratching the back of his head with a goofy smile on his face. Sakura walked in tentatively, looking around Izuna's room. It was cleaner than she thought, with a few scrolls half opened to the side.
"Forgive me, I thought you were Chisako," he chuckled awkwardly. Sakura turned around to see Izuna walking up behind her, trying to suppress a yawn with the back of his hand.
"Had fun last night?" she asked with an amused smile on her face.
"The whole clan wanted to help me celebrate…" he grimaced when he shook his head slightly. Chuckling, Sakura placed one glowing hand on his forehead. Izuna sighed and closed his eyes, his body instantly relaxing.
"You are a lifesaver" he hummed, leaning towards her hands. She giggled, and removed her hands a moment later. Izuna blinked his eyes open.
"I'm sad you couldn't be there," he whispered. She smiled at him, her heart beating double time as he looked at her with the cutest pout she's ever seen. Bringing the gift around in front of her, she held it up towards him and smiled genuinely as she watched his face light up, his eyes darting back and forth from the gift to her face.
"I know, I'm sorry I couldn't be there also. Will this make it up to you?" she asked with a teasing smile. Izuna happily took it from her and sat down cross legged on his futon, carefully unwrapping the gift. Sakura bit her lips and nervously sat down next to him. She watched as he froze when he saw the paint brush set, his eyes wide. When it looked like he wasn't going to move or say anything, Sakura nervously cleared her throat.
"I-i'm sorry, I wasn't sure what to get you. I wish I knew earlier about your birthday so I had more time to think-"
"I love it," he breathed out, finally looking up towards Sakura, his eyes looking a little misty. Sakura let out a sigh of relief, smiling fondly at him as he carefully looked over the high-quality paint brush set in his hands. Izuna knew at that moment that he was in trouble. He looked back up at her and was taken aback by how beautiful she was, in so many ways. She has a kind heart and it surprises him how deeply she cared for everyone, no matter who it was. He knew she had lived through war; he's seen her a handful of times with that faraway look in her eyes, yet she was still able to smile and laugh and care so deeply. With a sigh, he carefully rewrapped the gift before placing it to the side. He turned back towards Sakura, smiling softly at her as he gently reached for her hands and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. Sakura's breath hitched, her face flushing as she suddenly remembered his state of undress.
Izuna looked into her eyes, his irises turning dark and heated as they stared at each other. She felt him tug her forward, just lightly enough so that she knew what he wanted from her but not forceful. She willingly moved forward, now kneeling in front of Izuna, swallowing past the nervous lump in her throat. In her kneeling position, she was looking down to his face, her hands on his bare shoulders, his own hands gripping her waist. Sakura knew her face was flushed, but she didn't let that stop her as she cupped his face with shaky hands and slowly initiated the kiss. They kept their eyes open as she slowly descended, and only when their lips touched did they both close their eyes.
Sakura sighed into the kiss, the feeling of Izuna's lips sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She moaned when she felt him pull her closer, his hands snaking around her waist as he deepened the kiss. Sakura threaded her fingers in his hair, which was already a little tangled due to him having bed head, and she smiled into the kiss as she absently undid a knot for him while their tongues battled for dominance. Eventually the kiss became more heated, and Sakura found herself sitting snugly into Izuna's lap. One of his hands threaded into her hair and tugged her head back. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her head tilted as he began to kiss the side of her neck, her hands tightening their grip on his hair. He groaned, increasing the pressure of his kisses on her neck and possibly leaving a hickey for her to find afterwards, which at that moment she couldn't care less.
"I-izuna," she mewled, absentmindedly grinding her hips against his erection. He growled and stopped kissing her neck, looking back enough so he could see her face. His sharingan was activated and his jaw was clenched. She could clearly see the reflection of herself in his eyes, how her eyes were blown wide with lust and her lips were swollen from their kisses.
"Kuso," he cursed as he went back in to kiss her, hard. He moved them so that she was now laid flat on her back, his body towering over her. Sakura loved the feeling of Izuna's skin, her hands roaming the expanse of his bare back, relishing the groans he made. Izuna's fingers easily undid the knot of her yukata. When she didn't make a move to stop him, he pulled apart her yukata, breaking the kiss long enough to look down at the pink-haired girl pinned under him. He cursed again as the image of her pink hair sprawled out, her lips swollen, pert breasts flushed and emerald eyes looking up at him expectantly seared into his memory forever, thanks to his sharingan. Without hesitation, he cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her hard nipple, causing her to arch back and hiss, her eyes closing. Without warning, his mouth descended on her other breast and Sakura couldn't help the sound that came out of her, covering her mouth at the last second to muffle the sounds. Izuna smiled against her skin, loving the way she writhed and pulled at his hair as his tongue continued to tease and stroke her nipple, while his other hand pinched and groped the other. He thanked whatever Kami was up there for giving him this chance with her. There was a slight moment of thought as he wondered that perhaps he was dreaming all of this, but decided not to let it ruin anything. Dream or not, this was something he's been wanting for so long, and he wasn't going to let this opportunity go.
She had opened her legs instinctively and wrapped her legs around his waist. He was painfully aroused, his erection hard and heavy against her core. Her panties and his pants were thin enough that he could practically feel her wetness seeping through, causing him to growl against her breast. His hand began to trail down her stomach and her outer thighs as he let go of her nipple with a pop and went back to kissing her mouth, his other hand intertwined with hers and placed next to her head. When his fingers brushed her core and felt the wetness seeping through her panties, he stopped kissing her and placed his forehead against hers, his fingers tightening around hers as he looked pleadingly into her eyes. She looked back at him with dazed eyes as she smiled softly and nodded. Just when he was about to move his finger, he tensed, his teeth clenching and his eyes shutting so hard, Sakura could see the veins pop out on his temples. In the blink of an eye, he got off of her and helped her to her feet, pulling her yukata closed for her and raking a hand through his messy hair. All Sakura could do was blink at him until he met her eyes and he gave her an apologetic smile.
"Madara," he mouthed. She then felt his chakra making its way dangerously close to Izuna's room. Sakura blushed as Izuna let out a shuddering breath, his fists clenched as he looked at her intensely.
"You should, um," she swallowed and took a deep breath in, avoiding his penetrating gaze. "You should get cleaned up, I will see you later," she said softly, already walking towards the door. He caught her wrist and she tensed.
"Thank you, for my present," he said after a beat and let her go. Sakura nodded, still blushing profusely as she made a hasty exit.