Sakura rolled her shoulders back, tilting her head to the side to stretch the growing tension in her muscles. She hissed when she felt the familiar ache all over her body. A small blush crept up on her neck. She smiled softly, her fingers on her lips as she recalled her very rough and intimate moment with Izuna.
"What are you thinking about, Sa-ku-ra"
Sakura jolted in her seat. She turned around to come face to face with Madara, a knowing smirk on his face. Her blush deepened at having been caught once again daydreaming about inappropriate things. His eyes briefly looked down to her lips then back up to look into her eyes. It gleamed with fond amusement as he leaned in slowly to place a soft kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered close, leaning into the kiss. She felt him pull back slightly as both their eyes fluttered open to stare deeply into each other before going back to kissing, their heads tilting in opposite directions to deepen the kiss. It was a gentle and languid kiss and Sakura couldn't help the hum of contentment from escaping her as Madara's tongue swept over the cavern of her mouth. All too soon, Madara was pulling back and broke the kiss, smirking when Sakura made a small whining noise as she opened her eyes and pouted up at him. His one hand cupped the side of her neck as his thumb caressed her pouty lips. His eyes darted down to her collarbone, his hands slowly sliding down to push her yukata aside to reveal her skin. Sakura saw the flash of heat in his gaze as he stared back up at her.
"You've been busy," he smirked, chuckling as Sakura blushed and covered the spot he was looking at. Madara stood up to his full height and smiled down at her. "Still acting shy after everything?" he teased.
"Mouuu," Sakura pouted again, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
Madara cleared his throat before he held up his other hand holding a bag in front of Sakura. Blinking, she looked at the bag then back up to Madara, surprised to see him blushing, his face turned away as he waited for her to take it. When she didn't, he creased his brows and turned back to look at her before he set the bag down on her lap.
"What is it," she asked as she began to open it and rummage inside.
"I assumed you haven't eaten yet," he said softly, watching her eyes widen as she saw the contents inside the bag.
"You got me my favorites," she looked back up at him with the biggest smile on her face, causing the Uchiha clan head to splutter and blush profusely. Sakura bit her lips, feeling like her heart would explode from witnessing this new side of him. She had to admit, she didn't think she would fall in love with Madara, of all people, after her experience with him in her old time, but after getting to know him and seeing him in a different light, she found that he was just a normal man. If anything, after getting to know him, she couldn't help but love him even more. He's protective and very loyal to the people he cares about. She can feel the love through his actions, at the way his face softens when he speaks of Izuna, and the way she would catch him watching her from across the room when he thought she wasn't aware. She wanted to cherish him and make sure he does not end up becoming the monster she knows he can be.
When Madara got his blush under control, he looked back at the pinkette, his eyebrows arching as she just continued to stare at him. She shook her head slightly and brought out the pack of dango from the bag.
"You even remembered my favorite dessert," she smiled.
"Tch, how could I forget. The first time you ate that in front of me, you made such an enticing noise. That was the first time I wished I could switch places with the blasted dessert," he chuckled. Sakura giggled at his confession.
"I shall take my leave. I wouldn't want to take up any more of your time, otherwise you'll be staying longer than necessary, am I correct?" Sakura nodded, smiling sheepishly at him.
"Don't overwork yourself too hard, and make sure you eat," he said, gesturing to the bag. Sakura nodded. Madara turned and began walking towards her window but stopped when she called out to him.
"Madara," she said. He looked over his shoulders with an arched eyebrow.
"I love you," she said softly, her face softening as she said it. Madara's eyes widened before he turned and walked back to where she was standing in two strides, gently grabbing her face in between his hands so that she couldn't look away from his intense gaze.
"Could you repeat that," he whispered, his eyes boring into hers. She smiled softly and covered his hands with her own.
"I love you," she repeated. Madara's eyes bled red, his sharingan activating as his pulse quickened and he took a deep breath.
"One more time," he whispered again, leaning back a little so he could see her entire face. She blushed but complied.
"I love you, Madara Uchiha," she smiled. He hissed, his sharingan spinning as he recorded that moment in his memory forever before he covered her mouth in a bruising kiss, his one hand cupping the back of her neck and the other snaking around her waist so that he could pull her flush against his body.
"You have no idea," he growled, biting her bottom lip, "how much" he began to trail kisses down her jaw, "I've longed to hear you," he lapped at her neck and trailed up to her earlobes, "say those words," he finished by blowing lightly to her ear, causing the pinkette to shudder. She placed her palms flat against his chest to push him back so she could look at him.
"I spoke with your brother," she began. Madara scoffed playfully.
"So that's who you've been busy with," he gestured to the mark on her collarbone. She playfully slapped his chest, rolling her eyes.
"I want to hear it from you too. Is it true that you all have come to an..agreement about me?"
Madara chuckled breathlessly, pulling her waist towards his own and making her feel his growing erection. Sakura hissed, causing the Uchiha to smirk.
"You think I would allow the others to fuck you in front of me if I wasn't okay with it?" he said, his voice raspy with his growing desire. Sakura swallowed. She looked down to her hands on his chest.
"You didn't say it back," she whispered softly, averting her gaze. She didn't see the way his eyes softened and the soft smile on his face. Letting go of her waist to clasp the hand on his chest, his other hand tilting her chin up to make her look at him, Madara stared deeply into her eyes.
"Sakura Haruno, you have stolen my heart and you now hold it in the palm of your hand," he squeezed the hand on her chest to emphasize his confession. Sakura's breath hitched at the love shining in his eyes. She pulled on the front of his yukata and kissed him hungrily, maneuvering them both so that she could push Madara down to her chair. Madara smirked into the kiss, letting the pinkette guide him, groaning when she climbed on top of his lap as their kiss turned more heated.
*knock knock* "Sakura-sama, I have the reports you asked for," came a muffled voice. Sakura groaned and broke the kiss, glaring at the closed door.
"Shimizu, do not bother me for the next hour. Tell the others! If I so much as hear a knock on my door before the hour is up, I will make all of you do bedpan duty for an entire month, got it?"
"H-Hai!" she heard the poor medic scramble away from the door in hurried footsteps. She scoffed and looked back down when she heard Madara chuckling and watching her with mirth in his eyes.
"What?" she huffed.
"Nothing, I'm just glad there won't be any interruptions for the next hour," he answered, looking up at her with a mischievous smile on his face. Sakura smiled slowly at him, her eyes gleaming. She went back to kissing him, grabbing his hands to place it on the armrests of the chair.
"Make sure these stay here," she said against his lips before biting down on his lower lip. Madara groaned, his hands clenching and holding on to the armrests tightly.
"I make no promises," he growled, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as Sakura kissed her way down to his jaw, her hands untying the knot of his dark blue yukata and opening it to expose his chest. She placed both hands on his skin, humming softly as she raked her nails down his chiseled abdomen. She smiled when he cursed softly, continuing to kiss her way down his body and taking a nipple in her mouth. Madara hissed, his eyes opening to watch her, his sharingan activated. He placed a hand on her head, causing the pinkette to stop and look up at him.
"First warning. If you want me to keep going, you know what to do," she drawled, her lips turning up into a coy smile. Madara clenched his teeth, placing his hand back on the armrest. She hummed and went back to kissing his chest. Her hands began to wander lower, feeling the outline of his erection through his undergarment.
"Kuso," he cursed as she squeezed his length. Sakura continued her torture, kissing a path down his abdomen while her hands pulled down his undergarment. Madara's breathing was ragged, his eyes half lidded as he watched her come face to face with his member. He scooted forward to help her remove the rest of his clothes, his erection springing free. Sakura eyed it with lustful eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Madara's erection twitched at the sight. She looked up at him with a smile on her face, and he had never been more in love at that moment.
"My second favorite dessert," she teased before taking a hold of his cock and licking the side of it, starting from the bottom all the way to the top like she was licking a melting ice cream off its cone. Madara let out a deep groan as he felt Sakura's wet tongue glide along his shaft. She set a slow, torturous pace, only just licking but never fully putting his cock in her mouth. When he felt her tongue lick his balls, he jolted off the seat.
"Sakura," he ground out through clenched teeth, his knuckles turning white against the armrests. Sakura decided to stop torturing him and opened her mouth, getting as much of his length in as possible until she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She heard Madara moan, urging her on. She began to bob her head up and down, making sure to relax her throat so that she could get deeper each time, loving the way Madara seemed to lose control and began to moan and curse repeatedly each time she sucked him hard.
Madara was in absolute heaven. He fought the urge to release the armrest and hold down her head on his cock, wanting to thrust his hips into her mouth until he came. He knew she would act out on her warning and stop, possibly giving him the biggest blue balls of his life if she did. So he entertained her, keeping his hands where they are as she had her way with him. He growled when she sucked even harder, the armrests breaking off the chair as his legs shook and he emptied his seed into her mouth. Sakura hummed, swallowing as much as she could, while some managed to leak out of her mouth to drip down her chin. Sakura sat back on her heels as she watched Madara sag back into the chair, his eyes half lidded as he watched her back. With her thumb, she wiped away the cum on the corners of her mouth and licked it off, never once tearing her gaze away from his sharingan-activated eyes.
"Not as good as dango, but it'll do," she remarked, her eyes gleaming teasingly at him. Madara blinked and stared at her before he burst out into a full belly laughter. Sakura giggled, loving the sound of his genuine laugh.
"Gods woman," he sighed, before he helped her up to her feet and urged her to sit down on her table. This time, he carefully maneuvered her paperworks aside so as to not give her any reason to stay late at work. He kissed her hungrily as he began to untie her yukata and pull it off her body. Once she was exposed, he broke the kiss and slowly spread his lips into the devilish smirk she had come to love.
"My turn for dessert," he growled as he sank down to his knees and yanked her butt forward, spreading her legs open before diving in. Sakura closed her eyes and hummed, tilting her head back as she placed her hand on top of Madara's head, moaning every time she felt his wicked tongue lick her clit. Sakura began to shake as the tightness in her core began to build. He was exceptionally good with his tongue, learning very quickly what made her lose her mind. She was now lying down on her desk, having lost her ability to keep herself up as she writhe and bucked under his ministrations. When he inserted two fingers inside her, she instantly came, her hands covering her mouth to try to stifle her cries, her back arching off the table as she shook.
Madara delightedly lapped up her juices, his eyes watching the way her perky breasts bounced lightly as she shook with pleasure. He had to hold on to her thighs to keep her from thrashing too much, smirking when she whined as he continued to lick her sensitive core. She slumped bonelessly on the table as he stood up, licking his lips and groaning at the sight in front of him. Stripping off the rest of his clothes, she watched with hooded eyes as she raked her gaze appreciatively down his body.
He pumped his erect cock, smirking when her eyes zeroed in on his movement, licking her lips in anticipation. " Sa-ku-ra, " he drawled, walking towards her and lining himself up to her opening. Sakura got up on her elbows, smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Tell me what you want," he growled, pushing in just a bit so that his mushroom head was barely in. She gasped as she unconsciously brought her legs up to wrap around his backside, trying to push him in even more, but he stood firm. He chuckled when she let out a whine.
"Madara please," she sighed, pouting up at him, grinding her hips and trying to scooch forward to get him to where she wants him the most, but he would pull back when she did so.
"What was that, Sakura," he teased, making sure to shallowly thrust his hips, his head lightly rubbing her folds.
"Nngh, Madara please fuck me. I want to feel you inside me, now, please," she begged. With a growl, he pistoned his hips forward, the force bringing her ass off the table. Madara held on to her cheeks in a bruising grip, her legs wrapped around his lower back as he continued thrusting his hips forward. Sakura was in heaven, her head falling on his shoulders as all she could do was hold on. She vaguely noticed she was being carried until her back hit the wall, her breath knocking out of her in a gasp as Madara continued to fuck her against the wall. The position had her seeing stars,
With his body pressing against her body to the wall, he let a hand tangle in her hair to pull her head back gently until it was against the wall while his other hand supported her underneath her butt.
"You feel so good, Sakura. So tight, a perfect fit," he whispered huskily. He tilted her hips so that he was able to rub her sensitive nub, instantly causing Sakura to scream. She bit Madara's shoulders, which made him pound into her even harder until both shinobi reached their climax together, Sakura's head falling back against the wall and arching her body as she rode her orgasm. Madara slumped forward, his forehead resting against the wall behind her, both panting as they both struggled to come down from the high. Once Madara caught his breath, he pushed away from the wall to look down at the pinkette, smirking at her sated expression.
Just then Sakura's stomach growled, causing him to laugh for the second time that night. Sakura blushed profusely, hiding her face in the crook of his neck.
"Let's feed you so you don't collapse from exhaustion," he said, walking them back towards the table where the forgotten dinner was. Luckily for them, they still had 40 minutes left before they were interrupted again.