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Lust for Life
Burning Desire
"Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul." -Charlie Chaplin
"S-sensei?" Sakura shot straight up in her bed when she recognized the familiar voice, hair sticking out in every which direction.
He paused over the phone, and she glanced at her cell to make sure she didn't accidentally hang up when he didn't respond right away, "uh—"
"Sorry, did I wake you? I didn't look at the time," he apologized.
"Y-yeah, but it's ok! Is everything alright? Did something happen to Tsunade-shishou?" Sakura worried, there could be no other reason why Tobirama would call her this late at night, and dread crept in her peripherals. Besides, how else would he have found her number?
His silence perpetuated her fear further until he spoke up, "no — everything is fine. I'm sorry…I shouldn't have called."
Sakura blinked away her sleep, trying to understand what was going on. The shaky nature of his voice was a good tell, and she softened her voice — call it intuition, but she knew that something must have happened, "…are you alright, Sensei?"
Tobirama waited, perpetuating the silence until he took a deep breath over the phone, "Mei left."
Her body chilled, he sounded so broken — her heart hurt for him, "…Sensei, I'm so sorry. I…" Sakura couldn't pin what to say in a situation like this, and she glanced over at Karin's sleeping outline on her bed, nearly forgetting about her nosy roommate. When she heard the steady breathing, Sakura snuck out from her covers and padded into their joint bathroom and closed the door.
He stayed quiet, and Sakura pursed her lips before whispering, "…do you want to meet somewhere and talk?"
His silence sounded like he hung up again, but finally he relented, "I have Toneri…I wouldn't want you traveling here by yourself this late."
That meant he wanted to talk, she assumed — but couldn't pick her up. Sakura glanced at her phone's clock and debated within herself, it was almost midnight, "…the last train leaves in thirty minutes, I can go over…If you want me to?"
Her sensei waited a second before responding, "come. I'll send you my address."
When they murmured their goodbyes, Sakura sunk against the bathroom door to her butt — heart racing as she clutched the phone to her chest. Part of her didn't believe this was happening, but her stomach twisted — what could she ever possibly say that would make him feel better?
xox
When she arrived to his modest home in a nice suburb outside of Tokyo — only ten minutes away from both her shishou's and Hashirama-san's home. They all must have chosen to live close to one another, and it warmed her heart to see how close they were as a family. Sakura found him smoking a cigarette on his porch hidden away by a thicket of bushes. Her light footsteps caught his attention, and he snuffed his cigarette — unsure about anything at this point.
Sakura could see the dark circles around his eyes from lack of sleep and the way his face sunk from stress. She frowned, wondering why he chose her to relate his problems too — but being the kind girl she is, she wanted to help him.
"Sensei?" her soft voice reached him, and he motioned to the seat beside him once she reached the top of the steps.
"Sakura," he greeted, questioning his sanity. Why did he call for her this late at night? A heavy wave of guilt hit him, something could have happened to her.
"Were the trains ok?"
She nodded and sat herself next to him, careful to keep their legs from touching, "they were fine…Although there was this really funny old man and his wife — they were talking to me about my hair and kept bickering about whether or not it's real," she half-laughed to herself.
Tobirama put on a withered smile, having thought the same thing to himself once, "well…It is real, right?"
She looked appalled and gently slapped his upper arm, "of course it is! I got it from my dad…Although my grandparents were from Europe so maybe that's why."
"Or you're just odd."
"Mm, but odd can be good?" she defended herself, "this is coming from the man with white hair, though you're really odd, too."
"Me? I'm not odd." Tobirama defended himself, enjoying their light banter.
"Ha! You're worse than I am. You always have your watch on your left wrist, your sleeves are half rolled with the pins on the outside, and you always keep your coffee mug centered left on your desk," Sakura pointed out, almost giggling to herself, "or maybe you have OCD."
"So that means you've been paying close attention to me," he mentioned casually, part of him wanted to keep up with the light conversation - but everything in his life weighed him down, and he didn't know how much longer he could keep it together.
Sakura beamed scarlet.
She sold herself out and bit her lip, instantly averting her gaze in embarrassment, "…no!"
Somehow, she managed to make him forget the events of the day.
Somehow, this girl's presence and voice relaxed him.
He leaned closer, enthralled by the simple way she easily became flustered around him, "you don't have to lie to me, Sakura. I paid attention to you too." It wasn't a lie, and he would have rather openly admitted this under better circumstances, but would there ever be a good time?
Sakura swallowed, heart pacing wildly in her chest, "uhm…Sensei, isn't there something you wanted to talk about?" she added nervously. As much as she wanted to know what he noticed about her, she felt inclined to actually help him.
Almost instantly, his previous mood replaced his momentary light nature and he looked away from his student. Mentally berating himself, Tobirama habitually reached for his cigarette pack, "what's there to talk about?" he murmured, plucking one of the cigarettes with his fingers.
"—I'm sorry for making you come all the way out here, it was stupid of me. I shouldn't be doing this to a student, especially someone as kind as you. I should know better."
Sakura frowned, "it's ok to lean on people sometimes, y'know. I told you that already. I know I'm not a family member or anybody close to you, but I do want to help," she paused, unsure of what to say next, "and I think you need to talk to someone that won't judge you."
He brought the cigarette to his lips and lit it, but her words made him halt — forcing him to register the maturity in her thinking, "….you're right," he admitted, "but what the hell am I supposed to do?"
Here it came.
The anger.
The years of discontent with his marriage.
Months of arguing.
He never cried, much to Mei's dismay — and he didn't feel sad even now, but the revolting anger that threatened to take him and pain he felt for his son would never allow him to forgive her for this.
So why?
Why did he find himself caring so much?
"I've done everything for her. I married her to save her reputation, I fell in love with her and catered to her. I tried to be there for her! I did everything a good fucking husband does and she still spit on my face and left! She left my son!" he was beginning to shake again, and he forcibly held down his fist by his side.
To calm himself, he took a long drag on the cigarette — careful to blow it away from her.
Sakura tilted her head, if she could shoulder his pain she would. If she could take the hurt from his eyes and burden herself with it, she would do it in a heartbeat. Reassuringly, she reached forward and placed her hand on his forearm, gently touching him to calm him down.
He didn't notice.
"What the fuck do I tell Toneri in the morning? I already signed the divorce papers, I did what she wanted and she did this to him!" he growled, trying to stop himself. Maybe if he hadn't been so blunt earlier, maybe if he took back what he said and apologized sometime throughout the day — maybe if he spent more time trying to fix things.
Maybe.
"Would it matter?" he relented, breaking. "Nothing I did would help us, but I guess it didn't matter since she doesn't love me anymore."
The young student couldn't find the correct words to try and help him, but could only be left agape, "she said that?" Sakura gasped.
His silence answered her question, and she felt for him, "I'm so sorry."
What else could she say?
"Don't be," he sighed, rubbing his face with a tired hand, "this isn't your fault."
Sakura pursed her lips, furrowing her brows in frustration, "it isn't yours either! Stop blaming yourself for this, Sensei! I hate seeing you like this. If you truly did everything you could, then she's a horrible woman. Nobody can blame you, and it isn't anybodies business."
She lightly gripped his arm, connecting them.
Sakura couldn't possibly imagine ever leaving her child with their father, let alone simply pack up her stuff and leave her life behind. It made her heart ache for the delicate boy who had a heart of gold and for the man that tried so hard these past few years.
For some reason, she appeared so much older in the glow of the ashen moonlight.
Tobirama felt lost in the deepness of her eyes.
So they talked. For an hour or hours - they lost track of time, he explained himself and ranted to his student. He killed two cigarettes without realizing it before he finished, his anger and frustration palpable.
"I'm sure she'll come back. Women like that usually do. I don't think she would leave Toneri for good. Maybe for now you can calmly explain the situation? He's a really smart kid, more than I think anyone gives him credit for — and I'm sure he would understand," Sakura explained, trying to ease his problems with a temporary solution.
"Tell him what? That his mother left us?" he snuffed sardonically.
"Tell him that you guys got into an argument for now and need time apart before things can get better."
He inhaled, chest aching, "things won't get better. I'm sure she's already submitted the papers by now, she works fast when she wants to."
Sakura kept her gaze trained on his face, trying to read him, "…do you want the divorce?" she asked gently.
Did he? So many unanswered questions ran by him that he couldn't catch up to, but she asked the one question that plagued him for the last year. He loved his wife, he loved what they had. Part of him wondered from the beginning, he wondered how deeply he fell in love with her — but her words never reached him. He couldn't cry with her. When she closed herself off, it was easy for him to shut down — and Mei probably noticed that.
He imagined a long life with her, and for a time he was truly in love with her.
That felt like decades ago.
"Yes," he answered.
It hurt him to say it, because he would do anything for his son — which is why he stuck it out this long. Toneri needed a mother and father together. Who was he to take that from him? With his parents gone, he didn't want that for his son. The absence of a parent, whether intended or not had been the most painful experience he went through. Fortunately, he had his aunt and his brothers - who did Toneri have besides an angry dad and a mother that left?
He wanted to break something.
"For a long time now. The fighting was so bad, I don't know how we could put Toneri through it. We've both been selfish, but I don't think we were ever compatible to begin with. I pushed it aside for so long, but eventually it would come back, I should have known better."
The mantra of his life.
Why couldn't he proceed his mistakes by actually thinking?
And here he was, confiding everything in his life to one of his students.
"You wanted to make things right. Most men wouldn't do that in this type of situation. You're obviously hurting and feel guilty even after she left…You're a good man, Sensei — anybody can see that," Sakura confessed, she rubbed gentle circles into his forearm in hopes to makes him feel better. Naruto liked this once, and sometimes it would be the only thing that calmed him down.
Or she would bop him over the head, whichever came first.
Tobirama didn't know what to do. Anger still sifted through him, confusion scourged him, and now this girl sat here next to him and offered him sound advice that made sense. She managed to make him feel better. He wanted to reach out to her and thank her, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to know why she understood his thinking without having to try.
"Then I think you can handle this, Sensei," she beamed at him encouragingly, "I know it may not mean much coming from me—"
"Stop that."
"Huh?"
"Stop degrading yourself like that. I value what you have to say. I wouldn't have called you if I didn't. You…You understand me," his deep voice took over, he wanted her to understand what she meant to him.
Sakura gnawed on her inner cheek, trying to stop the heat from rushing to her face. The way he looked at her pinned her to her seat. His cerise colored eyes were so intense that she forgot to breathe sometimes, and even now she found herself stuttering from his proximity, "I…Thank you," she managed to whisper.
He grabbed her hand on his forearm and threaded their fingers together.
Her skin tingled with fresh goosebumps, and he brought the back of her hand to his lips, "I should be thanking you," he murmured against her knuckles, finding an oddly fascinating amount of comfort in her touch.
He could kiss her right now.
The two sat bathed in the glow of moonlight — he looked devilishly handsome to her, the red stripes on his face were more prominent and looked more like faded scars by now, but added an air of attraction to his chiseled face. His mop of white hair looked silver at night, only adding to her longing for him.
Tobirama leaned closer, eyes trained on her delightfully pink lips. He wanted to taste the innocence and warmth she had for him, just once. She brought something from within him he hadn't felt before. The simple way she analyzed things and managed to calm him down in the face of what happened amazed him.
It was unfair how much she loved him and wanted to do everything she could to help him.
But she had to wonder if this was right.
She hated herself after almost being caught…And if there were a possibility of her ruining any chances of them fixing their marriage, she couldn't handle it. Sakura pulled her hand away to her lap, "I think I need to go."
Tobirama stopped, clearly confused, "why?"
"Because I don't want to be the reason you and your wife don't get back together," viridian clouded with unshed tears, "I…I love you so much! But I can't help you. It's selfish of me, but I can't help you when I'm not anything to you! I want to stand by your side and support you no matter what, but who am I?" Sakura lamented on all the trouble she normally brought people, stuck in her own mind as a nuisance, unable to make the right decisions.
"I'm an outsider and burden to everyone, and I don't want to be a burden to you or your family." As much as she loved him, she couldn't do that to him. Fresh tears washed down her wide cheeks, because her heart and soul hurt for him and herself.
She moved to grab her purse and leave.
Quietly, she stood and murmured a small goodbye.
Sakura didn't want to wait and change her mind.
She didn't have to, because Tobirama shot up and grabbed her shoulder to spin her towards him. He hugged her close to him, refusing to let her go. Something innate within him couldn't see her leave.
In his dissolving world, she entered and made sense.
The young student remained stiff at first, shocked by his action — this time it wasn't her initiating their contact, but him.
"What if I told you…You are somebody to me. What if I said your smile means so much to me…You mean something to me," Tobirama confessed. Even if the rational part told him to stop, he couldn't.
Sakura shivered in his arms, slowly easing herself to his touch and wrapping her dainty arms around his torso. She could feel his heartbeat erratically racing, and his words touched a deep, sensitive place that made her choke. She clenched the back of his shirt and pressed her face to his chest, staining his shirt with elated tears.
He tilted her head back with his hand, he had never been a man good with words, but he hoped that he conveyed what he felt for her with the sweep of a kiss.
Their lips brushed tenderly at first, nearly hesitant.
It was sweet and innocent, but it gripped them both.
Tobirama licked at her lips, and Sakura melted in his arms. He tasted like cigarettes, but she didn't care. Her arms gingerly wrapped around his neck so her body pressed flush against his and she opened her mouth. They eagerly battled each other and swept the caverns of their mouth. Their tongues glided against one another, and he grunted into her mouth — a man tethered to how sweet she tasted.
Her body felt like it was on fire, and when he bit her lower lip she softly gasped.
They pulled away from each other long enough to look at one another. Tobirama thumbed away her stray tears before he kissed her again, harder this time. He possessed her body, and she kept up with him — lacing her hands around his neck, "mmf, Sensei," she squeaked when the sound of a car engine revved to life from down the street.
Right.
Neighbors.
He broke away and stared down at her pretty face, her size compared to him made him loom over her, "inside," he breathed heavily against her lips.
Sakura let him lead her through house house. They were careful not to make any noise, but he didn't stop roaming his hand over her body. Her fingers fumbled to grasp either side of his face, they were a mess of broken emotions and attraction, but she loved him.
It scared her how hard she fell for this man.
Those thoughts were lost when they reached his bedroom.
She entered and swallowed, nervousness creeping into her body.
He didn't give her time to think because his lips attached to her neck, sucking on the dip of her collarbone, lapping at her pale skin and forcing her head to lull to the side. She bit her lip to keep from moaning, and this only made him more aggressive.
His hands snuck up the lithe curves of her waist that blossomed into a full ass hidden beneath her jeans. The green sweater that clung to her body hid her modest breasts, and he snaked his hands beneath the material of her top, his fingers tickled her abdomen — and she smiled into the air.
By now they were both panting, and he continued to suck on her collar bone — claiming her.
Tobirama knew what he wanted.
He wanted all of this girl that was beacon in the storm.
Her smile, her humor, her comfort — everything.
Sakura felt the bed hit the back of her knees on the bed and before she could say anything they fell together. He held himself on top of her, pausing to stare down at the pretty pinkette beneath him.
The intensity of his stare made her blush and bite her lip, "…what is it?"
Her demure nature made his member harden, contrasted by the sinuous way she tugged on her plump lower lip, his eyes narrowed and he growled low in his chest before leaning down and whispering in her ear, "what did I tell you about biting your lip?"
She froze, a new dampness built between her thighs.
Tobirama grabbed her chin between his fingers and turned her cheek so he could bite at her lip, "…you make me want to fuck you."
For the first time, an insatiable ache made her throb between her legs — and she whimpered in response.
Except.
An odd bravery overcame her and she purposely stared into his eyes and bit her lip again.
His balls clenched and he quickly worked his fingers over her jeans, pushing her legs open with his own. He was rock hard pressed against her, straining against the material of his pants. He ground down against her, his heavy body enveloped her own — and part of her couldn't believe this was happening.
Tobirama kissed his student again, possessively growling into her mouth.
Sakura generously lifted her hips so he could pull off her jeans. Lacy white underwear revealed themselves once she kicked off her pants and a maddening pink tint rose to her skin, Tobirama snickered and let his hand glide up her long leg.
The strength of his hand gripped her toned legs, he squeezed her thigh — groaning low in his throat. He was a legs and ass man, and this girl managed to tease him each day with her thigh highs and short skirts. He delved in and sucked at her neck, leaving harsh red marks on her skin.
He wanted to possess her. Fuck, he wanted her so bad. It was wrong, but he was far too gone in her to think of anything else.
Sakura squirmed beneath him, panting as the heat built between her legs.
She was so wet it was almost unbearable.
Her panties were soaked, and she needed some sort of friction. Panting, she moved her hand between her thighs as he ravaged her neck, rubbing her clit through her panties while her free hand tangled itself in his hair.
He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips — everywhere his lips could taste her, he planted wet kisses — she had a sweet taste of her own.
"S-sensei," Sakura breathed, tilting her head to the side to catch her breath.
"Mm?" he murmured against her skin, leaving another red mark on her collar bone. His free hand reached under her sweater to cup a full breast — he realized she didn't wear a bra and his cock twitched, he was painfully hard by now.
Fuck, what is she doing to me?
They worked together to pull her sweater off of her and toss it aside. With her body almost fully exposed to him, he took a second to take in her petite frame. Gentle curves sloped for her breasts, a tiny waist, and rounded out hips made his mouth water. She tried to cover her breasts, but he held her arm down, "no," Tobirama ground out gruffly, "don't hide from me."
It was an order, and Sakura swallowed — enraptured by the way he held her down and slid down her body.
She watched as he fit himself between her legs, eyes wide.
Was he…?
Slowly, he hooked his fingers on her panties and slid them down her legs.
They were discarded among the growing pile of clothing and he licked his lips.
He hissed to himself when the beautiful sight greeted his eyes. Her pink lips were puffy and wet, and he gently kissed her inner thigh, nipping and heightening the sensation between her legs.
Her thighs quivered from anticipation, she had never done…This before.
The heat on her face felt like a furnace, and his red eyes savagely took in the entirety of her exposed slit.
His lips made her thighs clench, and Tobirama ghosted his mouth over her dripping cunt. Sakura bit her finger to stop from crying out — his breath tickled her, and she readily squirmed for him.
Tobirama smirked.
He tasted her, dipping his tongue between her nether lips. He pulled back her hood to expose her clit and latched onto the sweet nub. He groaned internally when she arched off the bed, she tasted sweet like honey and he lapped at her clit, sucking on the engorged nub.
Sakura gaped.
A swirl of pleasure made her body arch, and she gripped the sheets trying to root herself to the bed. Her eyes closed as he ate her out, driving a new sensation through her core. She felt extremely hot, and she bit her lip to stop the sweet noises that leaked from her mouth. "Sensei!" she whispered in vain when he generously probed her entrance with one of his fingers.
Her knuckles turned white trying to contain herself.
He showed no mercy and continued his assault, swirling his tongue around her clit and watching her face twist in pleasure. Her breasts heaved as she nearly rubbed against him, and he licked from her slit to her clit again — his index finger entered her and he almost stopped to feel his dick twitch — she was tight.
Extremely tight.
He slicked his finger with her juices and pumped his finger into her.
Sakura mewled at the new sensation — remembering this happening only once before she had sex with Shisui years ago.
It felt entirely new, and she couldn't believe his single finger felt like he was stretching her entirely, "ungh!"
He latched himself to her clit again, flicking his tongue over her and moaning to himself like a hungry beast devouring it's fresh prey. Sakura's blood pounded into her ears, and she covered her mouth to stop herself from crying out.
He added another finger, working his middle and index finger within her to get her ready for him.
Fuck, he wouldn't last long.
Pre-cum stained his pants, and each soft breath from the beautiful girl had his cock hard. He continued, generously pumping her with his fingers whilst swirling his tongue over her clit. Expertly, he rolled the nub and had her careening off the bed when he felt her thighs begin to quiver.
She was close.
Sakura could feel the unusual feeling suddenly swarm her.
It built in her abdomen, orchestrated by his tongue and fingers as he worked her.
Her toes curled and it hit her all at once.
"Yes, yes, Sensei!" she silently screamed into her hand, biting down on her skin when her orgasm hit.
It rippled through her like a popped corkscrew. The wave of her first orgasm took her in large, loud rolls of white that left her like a puddle. Her walls tightly squeezed his fingers, and he sat between her legs thoroughly amazed by how responsive she was to him. A wolfish smirk crossed his features when he felt her clench around his fingers. He watched her walls contract around his finger as he continued to pump his fingers, drawing forth her needy whimpers.
Her body twitched in the aftermath of her orgasm, leaving her a hollow mess.
Tobirama kissed her sensitive nub — soaking in and lapping up her juices. She tasted divine, and he was sure he would get addicted to the taste of her. Slowly, he finished stretching her with his fingers.
He couldn't take it anymore.
His cock threatened to break through his pants if he waited, and he left her with a final kiss before working his pants off.
Sakura barely had time to recover, and she limply brought herself onto her elbows to look at him take off his pants.
When he dropped them and stood in front of her, she choked when she saw the size of him.
A beautiful trail of silver led to the sharp V of his hips, joining the thick patch of white curls surrounding his cock. Sakura subconsciously licked her lips, he stood there like some unfair god — and she couldn't help but unbashfully stare at…Him.
There was no way.
He was huge.
Thick and veiny, he was way bigger than her ex boyfriend — and nearly double the girth. His member looked perpetually smooth as the head leaked with pre-cum and dripped down onto the floor. He was beautiful, really, — but it wouldn't fit, it couldn't fit. His fingers alone felt like she reached her limit, it would be impossible for him to fit inside of her.
Tobirama titled his head, ready to laugh at the way she stared at him.
Briefly, he wondered if she was still a virgin.
The way she suddenly flushed when she noticed his size and nervously gnawed on her lower lip were strong tells.
"Staring isn't polite, Sakura," his husky voice cut through her daze.
Before he could climb over her again, Sakura sat up and put her hand on his chest to stop him, "I wasn't staring!"
He raised a doubtful brow, "weren't you?"
Sakura couldn't be more red if she tried.
Mustering up her courage, the young girl tentatively looked up at him, "wait…"
Tobirama paused, scared he might have done something, "what?"
She pushed him back away from the bed, demurely pursing her lips and glancing down at his member, "I want to help you too…Sensei."
Sakura gathered herself and dropped to her knees, innocently staring up at him and his cock. Gently, she reached forward to wrap her fingers around him.
He could cum right now.
It had been so long, and it wouldn't take much for her to get him to finish right here with the way she was shyly staring up at him, almost unsure of herself. Mei never wanted to give him a blowjob. She did every so often in the beginning of their relationship, but soon enough she would tell him it's degrading and that she didn't like to — so he never asked.
Now with this beautiful girl and her emerald eyes hungrily looking at his cock, his thighs already felt weak.
Tentatively, Sakura licked his head — tasting him.
Salty, but not bad. In fact, she kind of liked it. Tentatively, she put him in her mouth. Her pink lips wrapped around him, swirling her tongue around his tip — trying to figure out a way to take him completely.
He filled her mouth, and Tobirama hissed at the wet contact of her mouth, "fuck," he groaned gravely, trying to keep his voice down.
Sakura took that as a good sign and continued to navigate her way through her first blowjob, her tongue ran up and down the length of his member, popping her mouth off the tip only to try and take him as deeply as she could. It was impossible, and when he touched the back of her throat it took everything in her not to gag and cough.
He laced his hand in her soft hair, urging her to pick up speed.
She obliged, readily sucking as much she could — when his hips reflexively snapped forward. Sakura gagged, but held it in. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and she worked her tongue on the underside of his shaft.
From his view, she looked gorgeous.
Flushed cheeks and a look of determination on her face — her throat vibrated around him when she softly moaned and reached between her thighs to play with herself.
"Oh fuckk, yess," he hissed.
His hand twisted in her hair and he lost control of himself. He thrust himself into her mouth, she could barely handle an inch or two after his head but it was enough. He felt the contortion in his thighs as his balls tightened — he wouldn't last much longer.
She bobbed her head once, twice, her tongue lapping around his head. He pushed himself further into her mouth and she sucked - hard.
His knees almost gave out when he came.
It bolted from his base and he clenched is hand tight in her hair, keeping her on his cock. His cum filled her mouth and she tried to relax her throat, sucking on his pulsing member. She wasn't prepared for how much filled her mouth, the bitter substance ran down her throat with each spurt, and he kept her there — his silent groan made her walls clench in delight.
The way his mouth silently parted and face twisted in pleasure made Sakura momentarily proud of herself.
Seconds dragged by when he finally finished, and she sucked him off — making sure to not drop any. His legs still trembled after his orgasm, and he had to catch his breath in wonderment of the girl on her knees in front of him.
Some of his cum trailed off her lip when she let him go — only to see him hungrily stare down at her. Sakura licked her lip — the saltiness of his cum felt fresh on her tongue, and she wiped away the tears that leaked out of her eyes.
She didn't know what she was doing to him - she didn't know how fucking gorgeous she was.
He was a man gone.
Without hesitating, Tobirama lifted her up and kissed her. His mouth consumed her heady moans before he threw her on the bed. He was still hard after that to her surprise, and she opened her legs — ready for him.
He positioned himself at her entrance, holding himself up with one arm and using the other to guide his cock to prod her entrance, he flicked it a few times over her clit, making her pant at the raw and dominating masculinity this man possessed. He slid himself against her to lather himself with her juices, and Sakura whimpered in response, "Sensei!" she hushed.
Before he entered her, he looked down at the beautiful girl beneath him and paused, "…Sakura, are you a virgin?" he asked her seriously.
If he took this from her, he didn't know what would happen. If she wanted it with someone truly special to her, he couldn't do this. He wasn't so selfish of a man to take something special from her.
Breasts heaving, she looked up at him — face ashen with lust, "…no, Sensei."
His brows furrowed — a small, fickle part of him riled up with jealousy wondering who she slept with.
Then it dawned on him that she was a dangerously pretty girl and she must have dozens of boys lined up to be with her. It made sense that she would have an ex-boyfriend or male in her life before this. Part of him didn't like it, and he would need an answer later.
Briefly, he wondered if it was that Naruto kid — and he flared with jealousy.
Sakura noticed the look on his face and brought her hand up to cup his cheek, that knowing smile on her face, "just once…And I didn't finish."
He flashed his cerise eyes over her rosy tinted body.
His nostrils flared.
Of course. Young men didn't know how to pleasure a girl, let alone did they really care.
So he would take it upon himself to mark her forever.
Tobirama dipped his lips and kissed her again. Sakura closed her eyes and felt him position himself at her entrance — she held her breath when he started to enter her. It hurt, he pushed his head in and she already felt like she was being split apart.
Face twisted in pain, she bit her lip to stop herself from voicing her pain — why is he so big?!
"Oww," she sniveled, trying to keep a brave face.
Another inch and she clung onto him — her nails dug into the soft skin of his back while he peppered soothing kisses along her jawline, "are you ok?" he breathed, trying to hold himself back.
Determined, Sakura nodded her head — eyes clenched shut as he continued to stretch her walls.
It felt like an eternity as he filled her, she felt like she was being ripped in half and whimpered into his shoulder and bit down. 'It hurts!' Inch by inch he slowly penetrated her, leaving her squirming and trying to bottle her pain.
"Shhh, baby girl — almost there."
Fuck she was tight.
He wasn't even halfway and her tight cunt clung to him like a vice. He continued to gently ease his length into her and lather her with affection to distract her, but he knew she was in pain. It took every ounce of self control to not completely fill her in one thrust.
Part of him was grateful she already sucked him off because he wouldn't have lasted longer than a minute.
Tobirama canted his hips and used his free arm to hook it under her leg so he could position himself better.
Inch by inch he slowly stretched her until he finally hilted her.
She felt her heart race once the thicket of his hair tickled her nether lips, and she stayed completely still. This was almost worse than losing her virginity — other than the sharp pain it brought and the blood - Tobirama was far, far bigger.
He waited until she stopped biting down on his shoulder to gently kiss him before he moved again.
Her face was flushed and she tested the waters by moving her hips.
The pain subsided as he stayed still inside her, waiting for her to let him move.
Sakura moved her hips again — the unfamiliar feeling of being completely filled with his member was strange, but she kissed his cheek and nodded her head, "I think…I think I'm ready," she murmured.
Slowly, he withdrew himself halfway before gliding himself in again, moaning low in his chest — she felt fucking amazing — her responsive body arched off the damp sheets as her legs wrapped around his hips when he hilted her again — this time drawing forth a moan from his student.
"You feel so good," he breathed heavily into her ear, thrusting again. Her tight walls felt like sweet velvet against his cock, and she sucked him in — gripping him to be seated completely inside of her.
Sakura heaved and adjusted herself, lying on the bed and gripping the sheets to anchor herself.
He picked up his pace, melding their hips together he hit a deep spot that made her see stars, "mm, more!" she pleaded.
Tobirama didn't need to be told twice.
He angled their bodies to lift her hips further into the air and began to thrust into the small pinkette beneath him. Their hips rolled together and the sound of their skin slapping together echoed in his room. His length disappeared into her tight cavern, and all Sakura could do was cling onto the man and drag her fingers across his back.
Low, animalistic grunts escaped him as he fucked her into his bed — a generous layer of sweat built on his skin, and he leaned down to capture her lips in another kiss.
Everything about her was sweet.
He would become an addict to the sound of her soft moans, the way her lips parted in a silent gasp each time he entered her passage, the delicate bounce of her breasts, and how she lost herself to the pleasure he brought her.
"You're so fucking wet," he ground out, each time he hilted himself in her the sound of her cunt slopped and she arched for him, his words making her pulse and tighten around him.
She cried out when she felt her body start to tighten and her thighs. Senseless, light-gasped moans surrounded him, but he put his hand over her mouth to quiet her. He didn't want Toneri waking up and walking in. Sakura clenched her eyes shut and whined into his hand, unable to take the building pressure in her abdomen and the way he spread her body, nearly splitting her in half.
She had never felt like this before.
The dull ache of his width was still there, but he was bringing forth a pleasure she had never even gotten close to by herself. White brimmed on the edges of her vision and she muffled her moans into his hand, forgetting that his son was down the hallway.
Sakura looked down between them and felt her body getting closer to the edge as he fucked her, watching as his cock disappeared into her folds and touched her g spot. Gods, she was so close, "oh my god," she muffled, "Sensei!"
His cock twitched.
Part of him got sickeningly turned on by the fact he was sleeping with his student.
Or in particular, this student.
He wanted to bring her to the end, and he increased his pace — their bodies conjoined in raw bliss. The teacher dominated her small body, plunging himself deeper into her until she was crying into his hand, her sounds and breathing muffled - only the sounds of his harsh groans and her heady pleading could be heard.
"Sensei, sensei!" she couldn't breathe. She couldn't think. Sakura lost sight of herself and could only see the man she fell in love with through half-lidded eyes. His gruff panting and low -masked moans made her walls clench as he drew pleasure from her core and to the tips of her toes.
Sakura couldn't hold on any longer.
Tobirama felt her body begin to quiver, and he didn't relent. He ruthlessly pinned her hips to the bed and sunk his length into her, pumping himself into her and whispering huskily in her ear, "cum, baby."
One last plunge into her cunt and she shattered.
Sakura sobbed into his hand, her body convulsed as her orgasm tore through her.
Like a spring, her cunt spasmed around him — trying to urge his own peak. Sakura's body violently shuddered, and he consumed her moan with his mouth — she couldn't kiss him, all she could do was ride out her second orgasm. Her walls contracted around him, and he watched in fascination as the young girl beneath him contorted pleasurably.
He didn't give her time to recover.
Her pussy still clenched around him when he pulled out — eliciting a small barge of protest from his student when he scooted himself off the bed and stood up. Grabbing her hips, he forcefully dragged her to the edge so her ass touched the lip of the bed.
Grabbing her legs, he spread her for him again and rammed himself into her — this time having ample view of his cock sinking into her passage. It looked raw and beautiful — his cock stretched her each time he pumped himself into her, her pink nether lips enveloped him, sucking him further and making him toss his head back to grip her legs and fuck her.
Sakura gasped, her sensitized body didn't have time to recover, and she covered her own mouth to stop herself from crying out. She could barely register the new position and angle, her body became a humming mantra of his name.
He kissed her calf, sucking on the salty and sweet skin — he bit down to silence his own loud groan.
His abs contracted in front of her for each thrust, his thick muscles threaded themselves over his body, highlighted by the sweat glistening on his body in the dim lighting of his room. Sakura swept her eyes over his perfect body — his face contorted in pleasure, the hair sticking to his face, his broad shoulders and wide chest, thin waist and toned thighs.
"Yes, yes!" she managed to cry.
She looked gorgeous.
Spread for him, her dainty body beckoned itself for more.
Her glimmering eyes were clouded with lust, and she reached in between them to rub her clit.
The sight in front of him spiraled him to the edge.
"I-I'm gonna cum," he growled, snapping his hips forward at a maddening pace. The sharp clap of their skin and his balls slapping against her ass shot him forward, and he grabbed her petite waist to give him purchase to draw her hips onto his cock.
Sakura threw her head back, pink hair splattered itself over his bed while she furiously rubbed her clit.
"Sensei!" she breathed.
He pumped himself into her tight cunt, using his strength to shove himself into her slick pussy.
They both felt the tip of their orgasm.
His thighs shivered.
Fuck.
It built higher, her engorged clit brought her closer and closer — his thick length spread her further as he brought her onto his cock. Once, twice, his cock started to pulse from the base of his balls when he felt her orgasm tear into her.
"Sak— Where do I cum?" he panted.
"I-inside—!" she managed to choke out, Sakura bit the inside of her hand as she sobbed her release. It hit her sharp and fast, her abdomen convulsed and she helplessly grabbed onto the sheets when it rolled over her. Her vision blacked out as her body succumbed to her third orgasm.
She couldn't cry out.
White danced across her vision. The pleasure was too much, her eager body fell into the pleasure and it made her eyes roll back.
She fainted from the intensity of her peak.
Tobirama bit down his primal roar and grunted his release. He melded their hips together, his grip on her waist tightened and left bruising imprints on her skin when he finished inside of her.
Thick, hot cum released into her cavern, and he silently groaned — face askew as her walls sucked him for what he was worth. His cock pulsed inside of her, filling her with his cum in heavy spurts.
He kept them there until he was finished. The buzz of his orgasm left him lightheaded, and it was a long, intense seconds later when Sakura came to.
Blinking back her daze, she felt Tobirama pull himself out of her. She felt something warm dribble out of her and onto the bed, and she slowly tried to lift herself, but her limbs wouldn't work.
Tobirama watched as his cum leaked out of her exposed cunt, it looked beautiful spilling out of her pretty pink slit, and he tried to gather himself. He was spent, but he looked up to see Sakura almost passed out.
It was probably too much for her.
Catching his breath, he loomed over her and kissed her softly on the lips this time.
Sakura mewled and wrapped her arms around his neck, craving his close contact and the warmth of his body. Tobirama nuzzled her and inhaled the sultry scent of her post-sex and lifted her into his arms.
Too tired to protest, she settled herself in his arms — barely wondering where they were going.
"Let's get you cleaned up baby," he coddled the girl in his arms.
They reached the bathroom and he set her down to stand. Her legs felt similar to jelly, but he propped her against the counter. Sakura felt the loss of his touch, but he ran the shower until it warmed up.
Together, he took her into his shower and dipped her under the warm water. Their bodies were pressed against each other and he lathered up the soap to run it sensually over her body. His hands lathered the soap over the slope of her breasts, tickling her nipples and gently pinching the small nubs. Sakura leaned her head against his chest, moaning softly and in turn pressed her butt against his length.
He grinded against her full ass, taking his time to clean up his girl and memorize the generous curves of her body under the warm water.
His fingers slid over her passage, and she bit her lip to stop herself from getting worked up again.
It was close to four in the morning by now, and they needed to get to bed.
Besides, she didn't think she could handle another round.
He left kisses along her neck, proud of the bruised red marks that littered her collar bone and neck. She was his, and he belonged to her. He had his own matching set on his chest from her biting him, and smirked to himself - hoping that whatever small boy was interested would now know that she was taken.
He took his turn to clean up, and Sakura helped him wash his back — mesmerized by the muscles that flexed on his back and shoulders. Her fingers tickled along his spine, and she ran the soap over his toned butt — thoroughly impressed and fascinated by his lithe body. Her scratch marks on his back were raw and red, and she hoped he didn't mind them, but she felt that they looked hot on his creamy skin.
She bit her lip, feeling like a pervert oggling over him like this.
Once they were done, he dried her — taking meticulous care of his student.
She winced when she tried to take a step, gods — she was gonna be sore in the morning if it felt like a splinter was lodged between her legs now.
Wordlessly, he carried her back to the bed when he noticed the small grimace on her face.
He lied down next to her and pulled her into his arms.
Arms wrapped tightly around her middle — with just the two of them and his gentle kisses to her shoulder and back, they fell into the comforting security of each other's presence. Words didn't need to be shared, the moment was too sweet and tender.
Two hurting souls found a small reprieve in their own world.
It was wrong, and too soon — but neither thought of the repercussions for now.
They fell asleep to their matching heartbeats lulling them into the comfort of oblivion.
For the first time in a long time, they both felt safe and wanted.
And that's all a person really craves, isn't it?
xox
A timid knock woke Tobirama only four hours later.
Sunlight filtered into his room and he blinked back the lack of sleep. His body felt ten times heavier than it should, and there was a tangle of limbs stretched over him.
"Papa! I'll be late for school!" Toneri's voice yelled through the door — his knock becoming more prominent.
"Papa, open the door!"
Tobirama bolted upright, "oh shit," he cursed under his breath — turning to see Sakura slowly rousing herself awake. She was completely naked beside him, the sheets did little to cover her ass and he could hear Toneri wiggling the knob open.
"Sakura!" he hushed, shaking her to wake her.
"Papaaaaaaa!"
His loud yell got her butt into gear and Sakura shot up - gripping the sheet to her chest to cover heself. She looked at Tobirama for help, wondering where the hell she was supposed to hide — "go to the bathroom and lock the door," he whispered quickly, urging her to hurry. He dodged out of bed and grabbed her clothes, quickly pulling them all together in a ball and stuffing them under his bed.
Sakura scrambled when the door started to open, adrenaline kick started her to run towards the bathroom. The soft 'click' of the lock unlocking sounded like it was on a speaker as he tried to hurry and tgrab a fresh pair of boxers to pull them on.
His intuitive son entered as soon as he was decent, brows forced in irritation — single cheek being puffed out, "why didn't you open to door?"
For the first time in his life, he felt like he was being put on trial by his five year old, "I…Uh, I just slept in."
Toneri eyed his dad, crossing his arms childishly over his chest, "I'll miss pre-school! And Ayuda-sensei will give me a red card!"
"C'mon, we need to get you dressed," he dodged the accusations and moved to pick him up.
This wasn't their routine.
"I need to eat first, Papa. Are you ok?"
He nearly slapped himself, "right, right — let's make you something quick so we're not late."
Swooping his son in his arms, Toneri didn't seem to notice anything out of place.
When they were out of earshot, Sakura leaned against the bathroom door, sighing in relief — heart racing. What would have happened if they got caught? Oh god, she couldn't even imagine the questions or how confusing that would be for Toneri.
And so she was left stranded in the bathroom for ten minutes until her sensei knocked on the door, when she cracked it open he was looking as bad as she was, "sorry," he apologized, "I should have set an alarm…" he rubbed the back of his head, unsure how to put this.
"I have to take him to school…Do you mind waiting here? It's only a few minutes away so I'll be back soon. Then I can drive you, is that ok?"
Sakura could only manage a fierce nod, realizing everything they did last night.
He thanked her and left — the laughter of Toneri rang throughout the house, his incessant talking reminded her of herself when she was little, but she needed to prioritize what she was doing.
Briefly, she looked at the shower and covered her face in embarassment — her face as pink as her hair.
We showered together!
His hands were all over her, his mouth kissed her everywhere last night, and he made her feel...Everything. She padded her way to the mirror and covered her mouth to stop the gasp.
"Oh wow," she breathed — looking at all of the love marks that marred her neck and collar bone.
Even her hips were bruised, and it brought forth all of the memories of him on top of her last night. She bit her lip, unbelieving that it happened. She would need to wear makeup over those for at least a week and her bruises could last upwards to a week - he left his claim on her and didn't hold back. The thought of it made her warm again, but she pushed back her perverted thoughts.
She went to take a step, but a harsh throb between her legs made her stop.
The adrenaline had been hiding it before, but she was sore.
So incredibly sore that it was difficult to walk now that she wasn't preoccupied with not getting caught by his son. Wincing with each step, the pain seemed to get worse. It felt like she was being stabbed and stretched all at the same time, and she wobbled her way to the bedroom — slowly easing her muscles to grab her clothes he hid away and shimmy them back onto her.
Then it came to her.
She stared at his bed, the rumpled sheets, and his discarded clothing.
This was their bed.
Mei may have left, but she was probably sleeping here only a few nights ago…And they had sex on his bed, probably. Sakura felt a sudden rush of shame, and she quickly put on her clothing to distract herself.
Was it right?
They were technically divorced.
He said he had feelings for her…But what if it was a mistake?
She sat on the edge of the bed. The sheets were stained from her, and she internally debated with herself - dreading what might happen once he realized what they did. It was easy to get lost in the moment, but she didn't regret it. It would kill her if he came back and had a talk with her about how it couldn't happen again.
Was this a one time thing?
Sakura whole heartedly loved him, and she knew he might care for her - it was too soon for him to say anything beyond that.
Her mind raced a mile a minute, too consumed by the thoughts of what they did to notice him coming back. When she heard the front door close she snapped out of it and put on a bright smile.
Tobirama poked his head into his room, spotting the pretty head of pink — a white bag filled with two bagels and a cup of coffee in hand, "hungry?"
They ate in relative silence, Sakura still beaming scarlet while he amicably talked about Toneri. His son made him the happiest, that much was clear. Toneri was his focus in life, and it was nice to see him recall their conversations — it made her smile.
It was a sharp contrast compared to the night before, and that was a relief for her to see him in slightly better spirits. Once she finished her food, she tried to stand to throw away her plate and winced, the pain of last night still with her.
"Are you alright?" Tobirama stood to help her stand, concern etched in his face. She shook her head — too embarrassed to say what it was.
"…I'm fine," she lied.
His face demanded the truth, and a shiver ran down her spine, "uh…It's just that…I'm really sore," she murmured, looking away from him.
"Sore?"
Really?!
"Yeah…Sore, Sensei," she huffed, emphasizing.
The look of recognition crossed him, and he helped her sit again and took her plate, "oh…Well just sit," it was funny to see him out of sorts — the usually stoic man she saw each class was much different than this off-guard, slightly nerdy one that was here now.
"Do you need a pain killer?" he offered her, rummaging through his cabinet.
Sakura giggled and put her hands up, "no no! It's ok, I think I'll just take a warm bath later."
In hindsight, one would think the mood would be much more somber — but they both chatted until it was time for him to get to school.
The drive to her dorm was peaceful, she talked about some of her classes and he subconsciously reached over for her hand. Sakura almost died when he brought the back of her hand to his lips as he listened to her — his eyes on the road.
The way the morning sunlight highlighted his face wasn't fair, and she groaned internally for the beautiful man that was doting her with this new affection she had never received before.
"Madara-sensei can be a pain, but I'll admit he's a good teacher," she finished her story, half distracted by the simple way he held onto her hand.
Tobirama frowned, rolling his eyes at the mention of the name, "he's your teacher, too? He's my brother's best friend…For whatever reason."
"Oh, well I don't mind his class," Sakura defended, "…you don't like him?" she inquired.
He shrugged, "he's alright. We've butted heads in the past. His brother is one of my best friends."
"Oh, Izuna-san?" Sakura finished.
He briefly looked at her, wondering how the hell she knew so many people mixed in his life, "yeah, how do you know him?"
Sakura looked out the window, smiling to herself, "before you got to Mito-san's party he dropped off a bottle of sake and a late birthday shower present for the baby. He seems like a nice man. He asked me how it was to be a student of 'three of the most asshole teachers in existence," she quoted Izuna, laughing at the memory.
"—Tsunade-shishou kicked him out after that."
He side-eyed her, unable to stop himself from smiling at her ease and happiness. She was infectious like that — her smile was contagious, and he squeezed her hand, trying to keep that happiness with him, "Izuna is a righteous prick. Don't listen to him."
She started uncontrollably laughing.
"What?"
"He said you would say that!"
Tobirama heaved a sigh — Asshole.
Much too quickly, they arrived to the parking lot of her dorm. He put it in park and Sakura pursed her lips, unsure of how things like this went. Would she call him? Would he call her? Would this be the end? How would it be in class? Was it a one time thing?
She didn't know.
He answered her wired thoughts by tilting her chin towards him and capturing her in a quick kiss.
"I want you to know that I meant what I said last night," Tobirama said, eyes penetrating her own.
Sakura nodded, heart clenching. Her hand drew up to her chest, and she kissed him back — eliciting a storm of emotions that she didn't know if she could control.
"I would offer to walk you back to your room, but…"
The clear rule they broke meant they would need to stay a secret. Between his divorce and her age, and her being his student, they couldn't risk getting caught. Sakura said goodbye with a smile and left the comfort of his car back to her dorm. It was hard because she was still hurting, but right before she entered the building, she turned back to wave at him — a bright smile shone his way.
It wasn't until he made it to the University and in his office that he realized the mistake he made.
The reality of the situation wasn't good.
He had Toneri to think about, he had to find out where Mei was — and here he was not a day after signing the divorce papers sleeping with one of his students. He sat at his desk and pressed his palms to his eyes, suddenly craving a cigarette.
It was true…He found himself drawn to Sakura.
But he had to think of Toneri.
Part of him felt inclined to his mistake, but he did enjoy her company. Something about her made him feel young again, maybe it was her fresh outlook on life or the simple way she understood him. Her appreciation of life made him happy. Even her smile brought a relative ease to his life in only a matter of a few meetings. She was intelligent and well mannered - but their circumstances weren't right.
He was no liar, and he would be the first to recognize that Sakura made him happy.
Tobirama rubbled his temples, he had exams to grade before his next class — he couldn't think about this right now.
xox
"You WHAT?!" came the loud screech from the other side of the telephone.
Sakura stayed silent, biting her lip in unconfined excitement, "I know!"
"Wow Forehead, and this is some guy you met in class?" Ino confirmed, proud of her best friend.
"Yeah," it wasn't a total lie. She did meet Tobirama in class. It was just the truth peppered with some salt.
"Is he tall?"
"Yes!"
Sakura toyed with the ends of her hair, happy Karin had classes all day today so she would have the dorm to herself.
"…Is he good in bed?" Ino pried. This would be one of the hundreds of questions Ino would have for her, and she was prepared to answer them all.
Sakura remembered the way he worked her body the night before. The slight part of his lips and his name ghosting on her lips when he was inside her made her squirm, "….yes."
Ino whistled across the phone, "I didn't think you had it in you out there without me, Forehead."
She rolled her eyes, "whatever Pig, you should have more faith in me."
"Yeah yeah," Ino brushed her off, "did you use protection?"
"Ah—" Sakura paused, the color draining from her face. She couldn't remember if they even talked about a condom — and he didn't roll one on without her thinking, "oh."
"You idiot!" Ino yelled at her, "you need to get emergency contraception, are you trying to get pregnant your first year in university?"
Sakura counted the days from when her period last started and looked at the calendar hanging by her bed. Nine days. Her cycle fell in line on a twenty eight day cycle…Sooo she should be safe since eggs didn't normally fall until fourteen days after someone's period.
That didn't mean it was entirely safe.
"And what if he has something? Why are you so stupid when it comes to boys, Sakura!? The same thing happened with Shisui!"
"Alright! I'm gonna go to the nurse on campus right now!"
"You better you tramp!"
They hung up with Ino's death threat of a promise of losing her best friend to taking care of a kid at such a young age, and Sakura suddenly panicked.
Why didn't she think of a condom?
They were in the moment, and she didn't plan on going over there to sleep with him — it just happened. It hadn't crossed her mind to think of protection, and in the middle of it all she even told him to finish inside of her.
Why am I so stupid?!
Since she had an evening class that night, Sakura packed all of her books so she could study at the library after she went to the nurses office.
After an extremely awkward doctor's visit — she had the contraception in a brown bag tucked to her chest, and she was so focused on reading the directions on the way to the library she didn't see the bike rider barreling towards her in the middle of campus.
"Watch out!"
It wasn't until she heard the screech of the tires that she looked up to see someone launching their bike sideways and yelling at her to move before that same body came crashing into her.
Pain throbbed different parts of her body, and she a wave of dizziness hit her. When she realized that the biker was on top of her, all she could see was a mess of monochromatic brown and white hair.
"Ow, ow, ow," Sakura winced — holding her head. The pain radiated from somewhere on her head and arm, and she wondered if she broke anything because of the fall.
The body on top of her moved and lifted themselves, face dreaded with guilt, "I'm so sorry!" warm, honey brown eyes stared down at her — and she wearily looked up at the rather good looking student on top of her.
He looked familiar, but maybe it was the pain making her hallucinate. He looked like her Sensei, almost eerily similar aside from the difference in his hair color.
"Are you ok?! Why were you in the bike lane?!"
"Uh—"
"I think I need to take you to the nurses office, come — can you get up?" he talked a mile a minute, and slowly he helped her sit up.
Sakura put her hand up to stop him, "no, no — I'll be ok."
The boy got on his knees, crouching to try and keep her upright, "I didn't even see you."
She held her head and played it off, "no, really it's ok. I shouldn't have been walking in the bike lane."
When she finally got a good look at him, she noticed it was one of the student body councilmen.
"Here, let me help you up."
Slowly, they stood up together and Sakura got her bearings, "thanks," she murmured, "I'll be fine — I think I just need to lie down."
"No, I'll take you to my aunt. She's a doctor —"
"Your aunt?" Sakura moved to gather her things, but he beat her to it and handed her her bag and the brown plastic bag that (thank goodness) didn't spill it's contents.
"Yeah, she's a professor here too — Tsunade Senju."
Sakura whipped her head to look at him and suddenly realized that she wasn't crazy or hallucinating, there was a reason why he looked just like her sensei.
He kept his arms around her as she stood, "I would have loved to meet you under better circumstances…But I'm Itama Senju."
His smile was genuine and he pulled away to stick his hand out, "pleasure to meet you, beautiful."
Author's Note:
Well…This is no doubt the dirtiest thing I ever wrote. Forewarning, it's going to be very nsfw from this point out.
Lust for Life.
^ Lust.
Dun dun dun.
And here we have Itama finally making an appearance. What will happen?
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