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Lust for Life
Meet Me In The Pale Moonlight
A polished, manicured hand gripped the hair of the male between long legs. Brown hair tossed back with a loud moan, curling said fingers as the male happily lapped between pink folds. Situated in a high rise above Tokyo; finished glasses of wine sat beside the bedside along with a cumulated array of designer shopping bags.
"Yes, yes — like that!" The male, all too happy to oblige, continued to suck and swirl on the decadent woman's clit.
The last name Terumi belonged to the dignified class within Tokyo, an old name with even older pockets of deep, posh money. Since her birth, Mei knew wealth and knew men that would fall to her feet. Wealth and beauty went hand in hand, only glamorized even further by her family name. Leave it be to her to rebel against her own kin, determined to caste aside everything that had been given to her to indulge in herself.
Which is how she ended up pregnant by a man studying to become a professor of all things, tied down by a miscarriage, marriage, then a child. For a time she played house, welcomed the idea — pushed aside her family to make things work. In the beginning she loved him. Deeply loved him, so much so that it was clear she loved him more than he loved her. She tried to set them up with a good life. Began talking to her family again. Perhaps she could make a name for herself even if she worked for her father's company. She fell in love with a man that came from nothing. Mei faked the happiness due to this love until she believed it herself, but the resentment for her husband swelled long before their miscarriage.
How could he, someone who should put her on a pillar, become distant with her? How could he prioritize studying and work before her? And their unborn child?
"Oh, yes yes yesss!" Her orgasm rippled through her, making her toes curl and breasts heave high in the air. When it passed and left her body twitching, a sudden revulsion shifted in her face at the man between her legs, readying himself to fuck her.
"Stop," she said with a fretful sigh, "pack your things and leave."
It wasn't a suggestion, it was a command. The man, who was somebodyoranother in her father's company — frowned, "…what?"
"Go!" She yelled, closing her legs, "or should I tell your boss what you're doing to his married daughter?"
Nameless nodded his head mutely and grabbed his things, quickly dressing himself with a thick hard on straining in his pants. "…Can I come back tomorrow?"
Mei lit the cigarette between her lips, putting on her silk robe over slender shoulders, "sure. Now leave."
The man scurried away.
The temporary satisfaction was only that — temporary. The only thing that seemed to continue to give her any satisfaction was being a mother, but even that felt detached. More so — it gave her a semblance of normalcy, but her postpartum depression never left. It consumed her, her detachment for her family killed her. She loved them, she would die for her son - but the hollowness within her would always be there. The quaint life wasn't for her, and as much of a good fuck her husband was…It wasn't enough anymore. When he made the decision for her to confirm the divorce instead of beg at her feet, the rage was enough to send her away. It was an easy decision, it hurt to leave Toneri — but she would be back. She needed time to herself, for the last three years she dedicated herself to that family, and for what?
"…Are you going to come with me to my check up?" Mei asked Tobirama, sitting up in his bed. He was getting ready to get to class, already running late.
"Fuck," he pulled up his pants, looking back at her, "that was today? You said it would be on Thursday."
She pursed her lips, "no, I said Wednesday. You told me you even spoke with your professor and he would excuse you, or did you lie to me?"
Five months into this pregnancy and it was already beginning to take it's toll on them. They had only known each other for a month more than that, but after discussing it at length they decided to keep it. Shortly after he asked her out — two more months and they were engaged.
It was sweet, really.
In the beginning.
"I wouldn't lie," he shot back at her, "I just really can't miss today's lecture. I'm a few months away from finishing my credential program. You understand, right?"
Mei sighed, she did understand, she understood that it would benefit their family in the long run…She just didn't want to go to the appointment alone. "Yeah, I understand."
Tobirama beamed before giving her a kiss goodbye.
Alone in his apartment, she chewed on her inner cheek — wrestling with her igniting regret to go through with this.
—
"I can't go with you to your father's birthday. You know they don't like me."
"What?" Mei turned to him, "but you promised you would go."
"Just go without me, they'll like it better that way anyway."
"I want you to come with me, I love you so they'll just have to deal with it."
"No, Hashirama invited me out — it'll just be a fight and I'll feel awkward."
"So you're not even going to try?"
"Why should Itry? It's them! They know I don't come from an established family, I hate feeling like I'm less than them."
"Ok fine," she relented, "then I'll just go with you? I want to spend time with you before your classes start again."
"No," he shrugged on his jacket to leave, "you made a promise to them. I'll see you tomorrow."
He left her apartment without so much as a kiss.
—
That day was a particularly good day for them. They went on a date, they ran some errands, and that night they were cuddled up on the couch watching a movie when he dismissed himself to go study. Already half-asleep, Mei didn't mind when he pulled himself away from her to leave to his office. Six months in, everything was going well. They were newly married, recently moved in together and spending a lot of quality time with one another. She was happy.
It was the wetness between her legs that woke her up.
It was the dull backache she experienced all week.
It was the pain igniting in her lower stomach.
It was the way she had been spotting but the doctor said she was fine.
It was the moment she ran to the bathroom, already feeling lightheaded.
It was the blood, everywhere. It was her screaming for him. It was the fact that he didn't like to be disturbed so he would study with headphones on.
It was when she looked down to see clots, so many blood clots.
The pain didn't process until she was passed out.
It was waking up in the hospital, expecting Tobirama to be by her side, but instead it was her parents holding either one of her hands.
"You've been in the hospital for a day—"
"Where is he?"
It was the way her father and mother looked at each other, their distaste for him apparent.
"He's taking a test, said he'll be back later tonight."
It was the fact that even after knowing she woke up, he didn't come to her — but chose to stay away for an entire day. How is it that Hashirama and his wife made it to her first? When he did come to the hospital with flowers, it was probably at that point she should have let the whole thing go. Blindly, like a dumb girl she wanted to believe in soulmates. She wanted to believe that they could have a whirlwind romance, it would be them against the world.
Really, it was them against each other.
Mei blinked away the memories, scowling.
She took another heavy drag of the cigarette, quietly looking at the twinkling skyline of the city. It was a habit she picked up from Tobi and kept it a secret. She hated the disgusting things before, but they worked to calm her down.
This was getting boring, she contemplated on going back — but it meant dealing with that petulant, cold hearted man. As much as she loved to fight with him so they would have amazing make up sex, this time was…different?
Call it intuition, but Mei had an inkling suspicion it had to do with that pretty pink haired student of his. There was no evidence…But the flushed look on the girl's face was clear when she made that surprise visit to Tobirama at the university. It was the look of a girl in love. It would also explain the deer in the headlights face and lame recovery of her husband when she entered through the door. Him not trying to get her back was indicative of someone else, because as much as he may hate to admit it — Tobirama loved the toxicity as much as she did. Ugliness was in his heart, just like hers. A disgusting hollowness existed in him just as much as it did her. They disliked the world, but loved each other.
A slow burning pit of jealousy ignited in her stomach.
Flicking the ashes on the tray beside her bed, Mei stared at the completely signed divorce papers.
Tomorrow she planned on heading to the county office and dropping them off. It would be the end of it, she would be free — except. She refused to be left like this. She would end this little scandalous affair with his student, ruin him, take their child — and it would be the end of it. Just like the ruin he brought upon her life when he got her pregnant, she would ruin him too.
A small, cruel tilt of her lips lit up her damningly beautiful face. Mei lifted up the paper coffin to their marriage. Trailing to the patio, she grabbed her lighter and set the papers on fire. It lit, slowly. Just like her patience to ruin a good man. Holding it by the tips of her fingers, she waited until the entire document was lit ablaze before tossing it over the balcony, small rains of ash and fire falling into the night sky high above the quiet streets.
—
Tobirama Senju was no romantic. Each woman before would ask him why, and only until Mei did he start to understand romanticism and the drive to want to make someone else happy. Day in and day out, when his thoughts weren't convoluted with his ex and child, he envisioned ways to make Sakura smile. What would she like? Did she like flowers? Could he take her here? These questions usually made him stray from ever trying with a woman, but with her it felt natural. Her natural cadence to happiness and graciousness in everything and everyone made him want to try harder than he ever did before.
They pulled up to the beach, a good thirty minutes from his home and her dorm, but they would be staying elsewhere tonight.
"Sens-?"
The professor smiled to himself, knowing about this spot only through the ravine of the other science professors within the university. He turned the car off, keys jingling in his hand, "have you ever been to the beach before?"
Sakura pursed her lips, suddenly shy at her lack of experiences in the world, "no…"
"Good," he got out of the car and walked around the open her door, "close your eyes, and don't open them until I tell you to, ok?"
Her trust in him was unwavering, she stood promptly with her eyes closed. Tobirama grasped her hand to lead her to the beach, helping her out of her sandals and taking his shoes off so they could tread through the sand. He noted the way her toes first wiggled in the sand, how she inhaled the beach air to take the time to appreciate the rolling waves that hit the shoreline. He felt fascinated by this woman, captivated by her simple way of appreciating and breathing life into the simplest of moments.
Hand in hand, he led her to the water's edge.
"We're almost there," he guided her, making sure she didn't trip over herself. She squeezed his hand reassuringly, excited to see where he brought her. When they reached a clear spot, the waves gently crashed against the sand, wiping out their senses, drowning out the city far beyond them.
Twice a year every few years, a bioluminescent algae collects at certain beaches throughout the Pacific Ocean, and for a short time when the algae is disrupted by the sand or water, it lights up in a cerulean green-blue color that glows in the night. Even now, the subtle movements of their feet lit up the sand, creating a ripple effect of color that lit up the night.
Goosebumps glided over her skin like a trapeze artist, all too excited to see her surprise. The fresh ocean air cleared her nostrils, so when her sensei leaned close to her and whispered a deep, "open your eyes, Sakura." —nothing prepared her for the sight in front of her.
Together, their breaths hitched — stolen by the rolling waves, their crescent tops lit by the bright glow of pretty arrays of blues and greens. The young woman, having only a finite of typical experiences in her home village, let her mouth slack open — lips parted in awe at the artistry that nature created.
"It's…It's glowing!" she breathed, "oh god — Sensei, it's…." her words dropped, because he pointed at their feet.
"Watch."
Kicking sand around them, that same glow that befit the raging water surrounded them — and she wasn't afraid to admit that she giggled, giggled and kicked along with him. The air around them was magical, the duo stowed away at a hidden beach — experiencing something so little ever would.
"I've always heard about this place, I thought that this could be a first for the both of us," Tobirama offered, feeling slightly off kilter for a man that dreaded conveying his emotions. Sakura's heart bloomed, falling further and further into the endless ocean that this man was, "you picked this spot because you wanted to experience it with me?"
It felt like madness, the sudden head rush they both felt, dizzying a spell over them.
Tobirama never let go of her hand, intertwining their fingers to pull her closer, "I want to experience everything with you."
Moon hung high in the late fall night, they should feel cold, but the air between them was warm and all too comforting. The pinkette looked up into the beautiful cerise eyes she fell in love with in class, "…everything?" her question was a sliver of a whisper.
Tobirama geared himself, gripping her other hand — this was crazy, he was crazy, "everything."
Alarm bells should have been going for the pair, how could he, a stoic, soon to be divorced man with a kid find love so quickly? Find comfort in someone else that felt right? In his life he made many mistakes, but this wouldn't be one of them. The backs of his fingers brushed against her cheek, and Sakura readily leaned into his touch.
"I want you, all of you. I think about you all the time, I want you with me all the time, and the only thing I can think of lately is making you smile."
Sakura — in all her innocence for affairs of the heart, drank his words in — his confession mimicked the one like on the ferris wheel, but god she loved him so much. She fell in love so long ago she wasn't sure what direction the sky was in, just that she had a love for him so deeply wound that she would do anything to keep him happy.
"I love you," she hugged him, voice quivering. Afraid to cry again, she hid her head in his chest, overwhelmed by the moment — her skin tinged with a furious blush. Why couldn't she keep it together in these moments?
The older male lifted her up, her legs wrapped around him. Her dress hiked to her waist, lips sealed onto his own. Hands on either side of his face, her thumbs gently rubbed over the red markings on his skin. They kissed, gently like tender lovers that just got engaged.
Dizzying, frivolous seconds passed that went to their head— as much as Tobirama would have loved to lay her on the sand and take her here, he wanted to learn more about her.
They pulled away, foreheads touching to gain some of their sanity back. Her hair cascaded around them, the cold professor was sure his world was nothing but a mixture of pinks and blues and green — of spring, the essence of her.
Time passed on the beach, the moon now high in the sky. Sakura wet her feet in the frigid waters, yelping and shrieking when a wave would wash higher on her skin. Excited to be in such a wondrous place, she didn't even care that her sheer tights got wet. She played in the ocean for an hour, it looked like a dance of color when she splashed the glowing water. She danced in the sand, letting go so the sand would fly in a flurry of color around her. Tobirama watched, enraptured by her kindling innocence as she brought color into this world, into his world. For a brief moment she convinced him to roll up his pants and join her — together they enjoyed the simplicity of nature.
When they tired Tobirama ran to his car to grab them towels to dry them off. The full moon graced them tonight, their words and laughter a whisper lost to the energy of the water beyond them.
A lover's conversation that could only be pried apart by their own volition, they sat close together, Tobirama's curiosity got the better of him. "Why do you always wear this ribbon?" Large fingers toyed with the edge of the ribbon, it must mean something to her to always wear it each day.
"Mm? Oh, one of my best friends from home gave me this ribbon, her name is Ino…" Part of her didn't want to victimize herself with her history, but he would understand. They were both cut from the same sad clothe in life, "I was bullied a lot in school, and she was one of the smartest, prettiest girls that everyone loved. I think she in a way saved me when she gave me this ribbon." A fond look crossed pretty features.
"Kids can be awful, I worry about that for Toneri too. Did things ever get better?"
Back pressed to his chest, Sakura sat warm between his legs — his larger frame covering her own from the wind. "Sort of. They left me alone. I think that was only because they knew Ino or Naruto would defend me, though. I've never been too loud or assertive — so I think people assume that I won't defend myself, or that I'm an easy target or something. I guess I just rather be left alone, I don't know. It's hard for me to say what I want — even harder for me to gather myself when someone yells at me. I usually end up crying."
The night where Karin yelled at her was quick to remind her that although things were getting marginally better, it was the same repeated pattern. Briefly, she traced the scar on her forehead, remembering how cruel everyone was to her. It seemed like a lifetime ago that she was sitting there in the courtyard of her school, hair half-hazardly cut from when a group of her classmates held her down to cut her hair, screaming at her that it was fake. Only because Sasuke Uchiha complimented her on it that morning.
Tobirama kissed the top of her head. It made sense now why she carried such a quiet demeanor. There were brief moments where a strong confidence would shine through, or a spark of a self-assured woman that knew how wonderful she was made a quick appearance. He wished he could take the awful memories away from her, "I think people try to hurt others that they know have kind hearts. It's easy to pick on them or be cruel to them. They try to make them as miserable as them."
Sakura worked tirelessly to regain her confidence, to gather a backbone. The cruel parts of her were conditioned for so long it felt like it was her own fault. Her toes curled in the sand, all around them the sand lit up in a ripple of color, she sank further into him — blissfully happy. Tobirama held her hand, threading their fingers together with his palm atop of hers.
"Maybe…You have a kind heart, Sensei. I know Tsunade-shisou may disagree, but I think you're one of the kindest people I've ever met."
The professor held his breath — a memory he lodged away into the pits of his mind surfaced.
"You're a kind boy, Tobi."
His mother pulled him into a tight hug, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment with her middle child, "I love you so, so much. You know that. With that kind heart, you'll get far in life — I know it."
At the time, he pulled away with a scowl. He was in a stupid fight with Hashirama, questioning his mother's favoritism. His mother always claimed he was the kindest of her three boys, but it only ever hurt him in the end. Being taken advantage of was no fun.
His parents died three nights after that moment, and here on the beach the suppressed memory made him want vomit. It made his skin crawl, he didn't think he could remember his mother's face without a picture — and there she was. He must have started to hyperventilate because Sakura whipped around, concern apparent on her face.
For a time, he tried to make his family as miserable as him after their parents untimely death. He wanted the world to feel as awful as him, so he did everything in his power to stop his remaining families' happiness. It wasn't until his high school graduation that he realized they were grieving, too. His parent's memory was that — a memory. A blip in his life. Their faces were mirages, their voices long gone. Tobirama stuffed down whatever he could that would hurt him. If he let that vault of that trauma unfold, it would ruin him. So he kept it away, kept them away. If he could forget them, it wouldn't hurt anymore.
The pain in his chest would go away.
"Sensei? Are you ok?" Quickly turning to him, she pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, "we can go. You're burning up."
The older male clenched his eyes shut, willing his mother to go away. Her smile, her hug, her scent assaulted him — something he had forgotten for so long.
"N-no, I'm fine." He gathered himself, taking a steadying breath, willing the memory to leave. "I just remembered something."
It was Sakura's large emerald eyes swimming with unbridled love for him that brought him back, " we don't have to…but do you want to talk about it?"
Normally, he would shut down any and all attempts to speak about his parents. He couldn't handle it, yet her calm comfort eased him to relax, "it was just a memory of my mom…I haven't thought about her in years."
Kami, the years of anger he harbored towards his parents for leaving them. It took until his early twenties to understand that it wasn't their fault by no means, but how could the world be so cruel to his family? They had the fortune of living nicely with their aunt who became a mother figure, but he missed them so much for so long.
"Tsunade-shishou told me about her sister before when she was training me. How she was beautiful and much nicer than her… That everyone loved her. I can't even imagine. It was the only time that she's ever teared up in front of me. I'm sorry you had to go through that, Sensei." She caressed his cheek, "I think any person like that would hate to have left their family, but I'm sure if she were here she would be proud of you."
How was this girl so much younger than him but had a simple understanding of things that he took years to process? "I almost forgot what she looked like…" voice raspy, Sakura almost missed what he said from the quiver in his voice.
Pause.
The words sank in, his student looked towards the sand — her mind trying to formulate a way to make him feel better.
Sakura did something that he would never forget — she tilted her head sadly and got on her knees to pull him into a soft hug. It was such a simple gesture, it was enough to ease the tension in his shoulders. Slowly, tentatively, he returned the hug, head into her hair. He clutched the material of her dress, bringing her as close to him as possible so he could relish in her. Never before did this subject get touched on in his life. No matter how hard his brothers, aunt or therapists tried, he closed himself off.
"I don't know the sort of pain you went through, but I'll help you remember her. I promise."
This girl was going to be the end of him, he was sure of it.
—
Leaving the beach was difficult, it was their small paradise for a brief moment in time. Sakura halfway assumed they would be returning to his home, but they arrived to a small hotel along the beach a couple of miles away. When they pulled up, it was clear as day what kind of hotel it was.
It made her thighs clench pleasurably.
"If you're not comfortable staying here, I can take you home or you can spend the night at my house," he offered, gauging her reaction.
It was a love hotel.
Quaint and cute, it made her heart thunder like the incoming waves. Part of her didn't believe they were real, but the sign on the front clearly read 'Sea Side Love Hotel.' Her throat dried at the thought of what her sensei planned for them, "I don't mind, I just —" her cheeks must have been bright red, envisioning him inside of her again.
"I've never been a place like this before." She stuffed her hands between her legs, trying to calm her raging nerves.
"I'll take us home—"
"No! I-I want to." Gathering her courage, Sakura followed her sensei's lead into the front of the hotel.
"Ohhhh, what a cute couple!" The old lady at the front was a character, wearing wide-rim glasses and vibrant red hair. "Are you newly weds? Taking time to visit the beach on your honey moon?"
Sakura was red as a tomato, hiding behind her sensei — unable to speak. Tobirama laughed hesitantly, gripping his student's hand to calm her, "we actually just started dating."
The woman looked between the two of them, sizing them up before her face lit up into a smile, "well if you're a smart man, you'll marry her soon. I'm sure she has plenty of others chasing after her. Don't you, hun?"
Sakura peeped behind him, training her eyes on the floor, "uhm—"
She still hadn't told Tobirama about her kiss with his brother. The days' events took the forefront, and it seemed like a lifetime ago that he kissed her. God, she was awful. How could two different guys kiss her within two days? Brothers, no less? If she could will herself to melt into the floor, she would have. "Not really," she finally answered, voice squeaking at a higher decibel.
"Nonsense! I don't believe it. You better treat her right!" She goaded Tobirama, "because I have a son that's about your age who would love you."
This made the trio laugh, even though internally Tobirama wanted to bring her closer. Sakura was his, even the mention of that Naruto kid earlier made his jealousy spark — but he would never admit it.
"Now," she pushed her glasses higher up on her nose, "one room, I assume?"
"Yes, please," Tobirama answered. The woman grabbed a room key and led them far into the back of the hotel. It almost resembled a seaside cottage, with soft hues of blue and oceanic decor following them. When she brought them to the room and bade them a goodnight with a wink, the view from their window drew Sakura in. Tobirama set their bags down, following silently behind her.
"You two have a wonderful night. Call the front desk if you need anything." She winked, her message loud and clear before disappearing behind the closed door.
The hotel was built upon a soft hill, this high up they got an even better view of the bioluminescent beach. The large window took over an entire wall, cracked open to let fresh air in. The waves seemed to calm down, meeting the sand in a gentle back and forth dance. They could see the moon light up the deep waters, nearly making Sakura forget where they were.
At first look, you couldn't tell it was a love hotel.
Other than the lubes and lotions by the bedside, it looked like a normal hotel room. Her heart paraded like a champion marching band, threatening to jump out of her chest. She needed to tell him, she couldn't let them continue without telling him about the kiss with his brother.
"Uhm, Sensei?" She murmured hesitantly, sitting on the lip of the bed.
'I hope he doesn't get mad.'
"What is it?" His voice hardened marginally, noticing the way her demeanor shifted. It was the same way she acted the night prior when he dropped her off. Being the intelligent man he was, he already assumed it had to do something with Itama.
Sakura pressed her hands to her thighs, gripping the edge of her dress, "last night…I, uhm."
There was no way she could spit out her confession. Was she no better than his ex wife? Was this cheating? It nearly brought tears to her eyes. The thought that he might end things because of this terrified her. The only other time this paralyzing fear took hold of her throat was when she broke up with Shisui, but more out of pity than fear.
Her sensei paused, cerise eyes narrowing dangerously, "what happened? Did my brother do something? If he did you need to tell me—"
"We kissed!" Sakura spit out, hanging her head in shame. It was beautiful, really. Amongst the lights of Tokyo she was the one who edged on the kiss…"I'm so sorry, I'm not going to blame the alcohol because that's not an excuse. It won't ever happen again! It happened so quickly—"
'So that's it. They did kiss.'
The pins and needles that pricked his skin the night prior wasn't unfounded. He sighed heavily, turning away from her. A sharp stab gutted him, it almost hurt. Just the thought made him sick. Could he be mad? He was the one to encourage his brother to take her on the date, and he was the one that picked out the flowers for her. Knowing his womanizer of a little brother, he should have known better.
"Did you like the flowers?" He asked her, voice tight.
Sakura looked up at him, eyes wide in realization, "how did you know…?"
"Because I picked them out," he fell flat. In reality, he knew he couldn't be mad. Each day he went through an array of emotions, decisions, and thoughts. In that moment, he figured it would be best so his intuitive younger brother wouldn't get any ideas about them. The guilt rolled off of her in waves, and those shimmering emerald eyes searched him for anger.
"You did?" Sakura's voice shook.
"Yes. Itama asked me for help. I didn't want him to get suspicious if I were against it." He heaved another sigh, running a frustrated hand through his wild hair. "—I can't be mad at the fact that you went on a date, my divorce isn't finalized yet. We haven't spoke about becoming official until today, and earlier you decided that once my divorce is final we'll be together."
Sakura chewed on her lower lip, the pink of her lips turned a puffy red, catching his eye. "So then we'll still be how we are?"
Tobirama turned to her, "are you guys going to kiss again?"
Against the backdrop of the bed, she looked like a morsel of food. He stood over her, peering into her eyes to hold her there. Sakura gulped, chest rising and falling with her nerves, "no."
He took a step closer, a predator in the small room.
His large hand framed her face, trailing until his thumb tugged on her lower lip, "did you like it?" The respectable cardinal color of his eye morphed into a dark shade of red.
It scared her, the way his entire demeanor shifted. Yet, she pressed her thighs together to stop the ache that matched her heartbeat. There was a part of her that was growing mischievously, maybe it was because of him — or maybe it was in her all along, but she wanted to see him lose himself, even just for a moment. Instead of meekly answering no, of course not Sensei — Sakura looked up at him through thick lashes, tilting her head prettily to tease him, "and if I did?"
—
Itama sneezed.
From the kitchen, his aunt was washing their plates from dinner. He visited her later in the day to help take care of Toneri. It had been a while since he had last spent quality time with his nephew. Said kid was running around with a cape on, they were playing hero and villain — and the ball of energy jumped off the couch and onto him. "Hey! Hey!" lifting him up, Itama spun him around before launching him back onto the couch.
"You two better not break anything!" Tsunade yelled from the kitchen, hard scowl on her face. The duo tried to quiet their laughter, but their manic giggles could still be heard throughout the house.
"Hey, why don't you take Bunny and play hero with Ton-Ton, sound good?" Toneri nodded, blue bunny clutched in his hands before running to go find the stuffed pig that Tsunade expertly hid away.
Itama crept up next to his aunt once his nephew was out of earshot, "well this is different. I don't remember the last time you've been gambling. No itch for it yet?"
His aunt's eyebrow twitched. Scowling she said, "yeah, well if it weren't for that dumb brother of yours — I would be able to go. It doesn't feel right spending time away when something or another could happen and he needs me."
Itama's lips spread into a thin line, because unbeknownst to their cold and calculating family member who felt that the entirety of the world was against him at times — their family as a whole worried about him. Between his aunt, himself, and Hashirama — the trio would try to figure out ways to help Tobirama. Or at least make his burdens less heavy on his shoulders. "I can't believe she up and left like that…But him and Toneri seem to be doing ok."
Tsunade snorted, flicking soap off of her hands, "probably because he's on a date."
Itama blanched, his brother? The pissy professor that never had time for fun? The same man that had a perpetual scowl on his face? The brother that he couldn't imagine ever conversing with another woman besides Mei?
"Liar," Itama tuffed, akin to his aunt. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Toneri wasn't torpedoing down the hallway, "….do you know who it is?" He whispered, leaning closer to her — suddenly curious.
Tsunade would have laughed if she wasn't so curious herself, "no! That bastard is always so obtuse. I would think he taught poetry if he didn't always have that stick up his ass."
A quiet settled over the kitchen, the duo now scouring their brain to think of someone that might have caught his attention, "he's never even around any women! And he was completely obsessed with Mei, I can't see him moving on so fast."
Tsunade shrugged, drying off her hands and throwing a pigtail over her shoulder, "well whoever it is must be pretty special. Said she reminded him of 'spring', whatever that means."
"Spring?" Itama parroted, dumbfounded. Spring…Spring….Spring?
No one came to mind.
"Well…As long as he's happy, it sucked seeing him so upset. I think Mei being away changed him for the better. I'm kind of scared for when she comes back."
His aunt bristled unhappily, loathing the woman since she came into her nephew's life. "She better not. She can't abandon her family and screw up Tobirama's head even further. He needs to get those papers processed and take full custody of Toneri so that witch can be out of their life forever."
By now, her face was starting to turn red — so Itama changed the subject. "Come on, Obaa-chan, let's get Toneri to bed."
—
Tobriama froze, body caught in her web — just like when they were in his office, she had moments of teasing him that made his cock swell dangerously hard. The idea of her willingly liking his brother kissing her made him see red. "If you…What?" He said darkly, pushing his thumb further down her lip, putting enough pressure that her lip turned a dark red.
"What if I..I liked the kiss?" She faltered, swallowing.
Inwardly, her heart might give out any second, but outwardly she crossed her legs defiantly — hiking her dress up higher.
The room seemed to grow dimmer, only lit up by the moonlight that showered over them. Silence swept between them, their eyes unwavering.
Too bad for her, he was much more experienced.
Tobirama crouched down suddenly, one hand wrapping around her neck. Now eye level with her, his thumb hooked on her cheek - forcing her to look at him. Sakura shivered, realizing how much this dark anger excited her. "I'm going to tell you this once," he applied more pressure to the sides of her neck, "if you want me to stop, you say stop, Sensei. If anything is too much, you tell me, understood?"
Sakura meekly nodded, eyes wet with undiluted excitement.
"Good girl."
Her body hummed to life, the ache in between her thighs turning into a painful throb with his praise.
"You like that, don't know?" his thick voice sounded like a purr, "you like knowing that I get jealous."
Somehow, she nodded again.
"Kissing my brother," he spat, slowly standing, "I could call you a whore right now, but I think you would like that, wouldn't you?"
Her throaty moan surprised even her.
"Tch, I knew you were a whore the day that you came into class purposely flashing your panties so I could see."
The burn of realization that she did in fact do that flooded her with shame. Her cheeks must have matched her hair because he shook his head, "you do it on purpose. You know the other professors look at you and call you an easy fuck?" Tobirama kept his heavy gaze trained on the way her chest rose and fell, the roseate of her cheeks, and the way she squirmed with each thing he said to her.
Remembering Madara and the way his eyes roamed over so easily made his stomach churn unhappily. He nudged his knee between her legs, forcibly opening her legs. "The first night you came over, you knew we would sleep together, didn't you?"
Sakura leaned into the way his thumb guided her mouth, leaned into the large hand that cradled her face. He applied more pressure on her neck, and she nodded unashamed. "Y-yes!" she squeaked out, eyes fluttering happily when the cool air kissed her thighs.
Her Sensei knew what to say to her, how to lead her, he dug out a sick desire within her when he gently slapped her across the face. The unexpected motion made her cheek sting, she opened her eyes — shocked. It wasn't enough to actually hurt, but it drenched her body — stinging just enough to collate in her core.
"Sensei—"
The moon reflected off viridian eyes, and the absolute trust she held in him was enough to break him. Part of him wanted to drag her with him, down into the pits of his self-loathing and annoyance for this life, just to wipe the beautiful smile off her face. The look of innocence in her eyes even after he slapped her made his cock strain against his pants.
"Shut up," his deep voice made her sit straighter, the blood rushing to her head didn't help her. With her legs spread open for him and her throat constricted, all she wanted was him — now.
"Sakura — I'm going to fuck you until you're crying-" His knee pushed higher, he started to lean forward, completely hovering over her. His hand let go of her neck to hold himself up, and he gently caressed her face with the other, "what a pretty little whore."
He slapped her again, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure that jellied her legs.
Her body careened off of the bed, arched so she could gather some friction. "Sensei," she mewled, "sensei, please." It hurt. It hurt so bad she couldn't stand it anymore. "Please," she was already a sobbing mess, his words alone were doing something to her, "I need you."
Tobirama whispered into her ear, the air curling around her skin, "what do you want, baby?"
With his free hand he reached between them, her tights were the last barrier between his fingers and her cunt. His hand skimmed her ticklish thighs, trailing delicately to tease her.
"You, you — please, Daddy," she bat her eyes up at him, scarlet cheeks illuminated by the moonlight.
It made him feral, that one word. Tobirama ripped through the center of her tights, exposing her cunt to the cool night air. His face hardened, his cock twitching when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Sakura," he kissed her thigh, soft gentle kisses — groan in the back of his throat, "why aren't you wearing any panties?"
Sakura squirmed, the implications clear in his voice, "I…I don't know."
"Yes you do, baby. You know." He gripped her hips harder, banding his free arm around her thighs to drag her ass to the edge of the bed. Seated between her toned thighs, "you wanted me to see your pretty pussy. You wanted me to bend you over and finger you through these tights."
The student shivered, his words making her toes curl. The thought that they went through a whole day with her cunt potentially displayed for the world made him grip her harder — he could have taken here anywhere, he could have fingered her on the ferris wheel, all the possibilities ran through his imagination.
"Mmf-no, I-"
He spread her lips, revealing the sweet bud. Tobirama took one long lap, from her slit to her clit. "Don't lie," he muffled against her skin. "God you taste so good."
Sakura gripped the sheets, trying to anchor herself as he assaulted her core, "Daddy!"
Like a man starved, his tongue swept over her sweet cunt. Honeydew met his lips, and he drank in her slick. Her wetness covered the stubble on his chin, drenching him. He latched onto her clit, swirling his tongue over the engorged nub. Sakura's body tensed, fingers getting lost into his wild mane.
He's going to kill me.
She was sure of it, her thighs trapped him between her legs, her body climbing higher and higher. "Daddy, yes - yes, please!"
Tobirama moaned deep, headily lapping her essence. His large hands nearly gripped the entirety of her thighs. Legs splayed into the air, he bent her back further — spreading her further for him. Her body began to quiver, her thighs shaking uncontrollably around him. He was surrounded by her, and he would be a man damned if he ever let this go.
"Sensei! I'm gonna come!" Her voice echoed around them, her body grinding against his delicious tongue. The muscle dipped into her cunt, tongue fucking her until he licked at her clit again.
Sakura broke.
Her body arched off the bed, a silent scream tearing from her lips. It left her body numb, the orgasm rippling through her limbs until it reached her toes. Tobirama drank her slick, smirking against her pussy. As she came down from her high, he kissed her lips. Sloppy, wet sounding kisses — appreciating the pink beauty in front of him.
"You're so pretty for me," he growled against her. Sakura let her thighs lax, legs still held up by his shoulders. Before her, he looked like a complete savage in the moonlight — his smirk goaded by her wetness coating his skin. A clear sheen of sweat covered her skin, she tried to gather herself — but he wasted no time.
"Mmf — Sensei," she purred, glowing in the aftermath of her orgasm. Like a goddess bathed in the moon, she sat herself up to her knees. Now in front of him, she looked down on him, hands winding in his white hair, "can you make love to me?" She wanted the sensitivity, wanted the shallow breaths and easy gasps. Just like in his office, she wanted them to both teeter on the edge of oblivion.
Tobirama lathered her body in kisses. He kissed her hips, kissed the patch of pink curls, kissed her waist, his hands massaging her butt — when he looked up at her, darkness perpetrating his normally light eyes, "what makes you think a whore gets what they want?"
Sakura froze, not expecting that answer. "Did the slut think that she would get anything else?" he rose in front of her now, unbuckling his belt and slicking his belt onto the floor.
She sat on her haunches, embarrassed by her question. It made her want to cry, but there a was delirious undertone in the way he spoke, it made her clamp her thighs shut again. He kissed her then, her taste coating their mouths. She tasted nice, she decided. His tongue assaulted her mouth, distracting her as his cock sprang free from his pants. Pants bunched at his feet, he pulled away and pushed his fingers into her mouth, fucking her mouth with his fingers for a few moments, watching the way her cheeks would invert and eyes would close around his fingers.
Pre-cum leaked from his tip.
He pulled away, her face level with his jutting member.
Sakura gulped, still wary of how this ever fit in her.
He was huge.
Sakura tucked a shy piece of her hair behind her ear, suddenly scared. "Suck me off," he threatened. Timidly, she reached forward. Gripping him at the base, she swallowed him slowly. Sucking the tip at first, Tobirama hissed — he pushed her hair over her shoulders, pulling it into a ponytail so he could grip her and control her movement.
The pinkette tried to take him whole, but just like last time— he hit the back of her throat, making her gag around him.
"Sakura," he gripped her hair tighter, "I'm going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."
With little time to brace herself, he pulled her all the way onto his member. Holding her breath, she gagged around him, tears pricking her eyes. His other hand held onto her face, pulling his hips away only to push down her throat again. Even though she couldn't breathe, his roughness made her ache for him all again — her cunt gaping and throbbing.
Her saliva mixed with his precum, drool leaking from the sides of her mouth as he began to a brutal pace into her mouth. She moaned around him, looking up at him with tears staining her cheeks. Tobirama looked down and groaned, his head lulling back. "Just like that, good girl." Sakura gripped his hips to hold herself steady, her mouth a vessel for him.
His praise made her try harder, her tongue lapping at his head — trying to take all of him but sputtering around his cock.
Trying to breathe through her nose barely worked, it wasn't graceful by any means but he continued — holding her nose to the hair around his cock. "If you ever let my brother touch you again," he ground out, pulling away to let her suck in a large gulp of air — cheeks red and puffy from crying, "I'll ruin you."
Goosebumps kissed her skin.
He entered her mouth again, giving her no reprieve as he fucked her mouth. His hips would snap forward, Sakura did her best to try and keep up — but it was too much. "Fuck baby," he groaned, "I'm going to come."
Another minute, she felt dizzy. He gripped her to his base, his free hand pinching her nose. Sakura moaned around him, her body fighting for oxygen. His balls tightened and the spring collapsed. He came in her mouth, thick and heavy - it shot to the back of her throat. A wild groan roared into the air. Sakura swallowed as much as she could, whimpering as the saltiness slid down her throat.
When he finally finished, he let her go.
Sakura sputtered, semen leaking from her lips as she breathed — trying to regain her breath. From his view, she looked delectable. His. He crouched down to kiss her forehead, peppering the kisses down to her cheeks so he could kiss her tears away, "are you ok?" He murmured. His student nodded lamely, lips swollen — the taste of him burned onto her tongue.
"Good." His tone softened marginally, tucking some of her hair behind her ears. Like the first night when he noticed her hair drunk in his aunt's office, he thumbed the stray locks, amazed by the color. She leaned into his hand. Maybe it was too much, but she knew when to tell him to stop.
He shifted them onto the bed, tearing off his shirt.
Sakura marveled at the man above her, tears unbidden in her eyes. Her chest heaved, still trying to gather herself. The fresh moonlight carved his body above her, muscles corded up and down beneath his skin — how he managed to stay in such good shape confused her. It wasn't fair. Thick broad shoulders led to defined arms and a muscled back. His hips narrowed to the juncture where his member sprung back to life, touching her inner thigh.
He continued to kiss at her cheeks, her lips, her neck.
"You want me to make love to you?" Tobirama whispered gently into her ear.
Sakura nodded, biting her lip "yes, Sensei." Her legs widened to make room for him.
"Ok baby, just because you were a a good girl."
Sakura's body hummed, he kept them close — his hand pinning her hip to the bed. He lifted her thigh so he could settle between her. Quickly gripping a pillow, he placed it beneath her lower back, giving him better access to her. Slowly, he pushed into her entrance. Sakura bit her lip — even though she was more than ready, the first burn of him stretching her made her feel so full. Tobirama lathered himself with her slick, rubbing up and down against her slit.
Sakura gripped either side of his face so she could kiss him. Her thumbs traced the markings on his face, the scars that almost looked like tattoos. One day she would ask him how he got them. Gently, tentatively her lips pressed against his own. He teased her, prodding her entrance and only allowing himself an inch before he backed out again. Over and over again, completely wetting his member. It was enough to make her whimper, her hips wiggling so he could completely fill her.
He didn't allow it.
"Sakura," he breathed slowly, finally positioning himself at her entrance.
"Mmm?" she cooed, ready for him.
"You're beautiful, baby girl," he kissed her forehead. In one gentle snap, he hilted her. They both hissed in pleasure, holding their breath as she conformed to his cock. It hurt still, it made her see stars — a sharp pain no matter how much he prepared her. Split open like this, he gripped her searching hand with his own, wounding their fingers together so he could press her further into the bed.
She bit her lip to stop her whimper — he kissed away the pain, settling just above her clavicle so he could suck on her skin, biting at her until she adjusted. He left a mark, a red hickey on her unmarred skin. When she started to move her hips, he left her slowly. Together, they rolled into one another's body — soft movements that got tighter and more sensual with each thrust. He would completely fill her, groveling his pleasure into her neck.
Sakura looked up at the ceiling, her eyes hazed over with lust. Her slender fingers raked down his back, leaving an angry trail of red. She tilted her head back more to give him better access as he grunted into her skin. A clear sheen of sweat covered their bodies even with the cool air in the room.
"Oh my god, Tobi - yes," she felt herself climbing. It felt so good, she never wanted it to stop. He made her complete, he made her whole. Her lonely existence before him never made sense, her spot in this world — being an outcast catapulted her to this moment to truly appreciate them and inside of her.
Naivety at it's best, but she didn't care.
"Fucking hell, Sakura—" he went even slower, drawing out their pleasure in long, languid strokes. With her hips pinned down and the pillow arching her lower back, he hit that spot deep within her that made her eyes flutter.
"Sensei," she sniveled, cheeks rising with heat as he whispered all the promises and sweet nothings into her ear. In her time of pining after him for so many months, she didn't believe it could ever come to this. He hit that spot again and she tossed her head back, pink hair a mess around them.
He sucked on her skin, her scent of jasmine and cherry blossoms assaulting him. "You're so fucking tight, baby — you're mine. All mine, you understand?" His voice quivered in his lust, deep enough to send more goosebumps prickling her skin.
Somehow he held the ability to make her feel like the only soul in this universe. "Yes daddy, I'm yours. I promise — ahh!" he was completely in her again, his cock rubbing against her g-spot. He ground his hips against hers, the entirety of his weight suffocating her as his body flexed. It wasn't fair, kami it wasn't fair — how did she get so lucky?
The world faded as her orgasm built. It started in her thighs, they began to tremble — she brought their hands to her mouth, biting down on the back of his hand to stop herself from crying out. She was going to shatter, shatter all around him and be left a puddle of a mess. It was too much, she was too full. Tobirama panted against her, trying to reign back his hips to give them this. It wasn't fucking, it was something that not even he and Mei shared. It tore the words from his lips, "I want to come in you, baby girl."
They both trembled, Sakura wrapped her leg around him. "Yes, please Tobi — please!" she was begging, after one fluid stroke she tossed her head to the side. She couldn't hold it in anymore, her teacher — a man she shouldn't love but loved so deeply had her completely open for him, inviting him to wreck her entirely.
He picked up the pace, tantalizing her cunt with his cock.
"Come for me, come on daddy's cock," he ground into her ear.
It was enough to break her.
Her walls convulsed, her orgasm ripping through her petite body beneath him. She cried loud enough for the neighbors to ear, her nails dug into the skin on his back — her body taut with the pleasure he brought her. Her ears rang from the intensity of her orgasm, breasts jutted high into the air. The straps to her dress were down her shoulders from the intensity of their lovemaking.
Tobirama didn't last another ten seconds before her body lured out his own end. His cock met her sopping core, her walls constricted around him so painfully tight that it beckoned him. From the base of his stomach to the tops of his thighs, pleasure tore from his throat. Spurting into her, he kept her hips pinned to the bed, gripping onto her hand so he could keep himself grounded. "Sakura — Jesus fuck," he groveled into her neck. Reams of his cum filled her, and he kept her there — damning and not thinking of the consequences.
Together, they lie on the bed trying to regain their composure. The room smelled of their sex, but they didn't care. Barely able to keep himself on top of her, it was minutes before he toppled beside her — pulling his soft member out of her. His seed dribbled out onto her thigh and onto the bed.
Sakura absent-mindedly squished her thighs together, trying to keep it there.
On her side, he pulled her to him. Back to his broad chest, he pulled her into a protective hug. "Sensei," she teased him, "how are you still hard?"
Tobirama shook his head, unable to formulate a response. Forehead pressed in-between her shoulder blades. Sakura adjusted her hair away from her back to over her shoulder, giggling to herself. The welcomed soreness already invaded her, but she didn't mind. She could live forever with the soreness if it meant she could be close to him.
"I can't get enough of you," he admitted, still reeling from his previous orgasm. "I don't know how you do it, but I just want to be this close to you and never let go."
Sakura stared out the window at the lit up window, wondering what turns she took in her life to end up here. Their hands were still laced together, and she brought their hands up to her chest — holding him close to her heart.
—
"And after they climbed to the moon, they knew they saved the world." Itama closed the book, seeing Toneri fight sleep off like a demon. The kid really hated being put to sleep, but it was already nearing midnight. After tiring him out with another round of hero vs. villain, the small child kept yawning, signaling his bed time. He was sure Tobirama had him in bed earlier than this, but they could bend the rules a little bit.
"Onii-san," Toneri yawned, "is Papa coming to get me tonight?"
Itama fluffed some of his nephew's hair from his face, "no. You're sleeping here with obaa-chan, your dad will be here in the morning to get you before school. Sound good?"
The smart kid nodded, snuggling closer to his bunny, "I miss mommy," he lamented, eyes now downcast.
Itama frowned, a newfound distaste for Mei coating his tongue, "I know, buddy. We all do. She'll be back though and you'll get to see her again."
Toneri looked off to the side, as if contemplating something far beyond his young years, "…I think Sakura-chan is like spring."
Itama blinked, taken back by his nephew's words, "Sakura…As in Obaa-chan's student, Sakura?"
The child nodded, "yes!" A new lightness entered his face, animating his features, "she's pink like cherry blossoms, and her eyes are green like leaves."
It didn't make sense why he was bringing her up now…Or comparing her to spring. "Why are you bringing her up right now, Toneri?"
He shrugged, "because Papa told me she looked like spring. I asked if Sakura-chan could play with me, but he said no. Then he kept mentioning spring!" The kid was talking in riddles, Itama wasn't a good person to decipher the vibrant words of his nephew, but it left him confused.
There was no good way to get his nephew off of this topic, he didn't understand him. "Ok Toneri, let's go to bed."
Toneri huffed with a pout, clinging to his bunny closer, "I want Sakura-chan to be my mommy."
Itama nearly got whiplash from the things he was saying, it was so insane that he laughed, "she can't be your mommy, Toneri. I know you like to spend time with her, but she's Obaa-chan's student."
"Then what about my friend?"
Itama ruffled the kids hair, "maybe. I'm sure she'll come over soon. I can bring her then we can all play together. How does that sound?" His words offered next to nothing in comfort, because Itama couldn't figure out what went on in that little brain of his. He couldn't explain to him how he recently took Sakura on a date and kissed her. He couldn't explain exactly why the relationship between his brother and her would be wrong, or how he liked her, or how his brother was too old for her.
"…But she makes Papa happy."
It took some time to process what his nephew was saying, and in that time Toneri felt so content with the thought that he drifted off to sleep, like his internal switch was clicked. Itama tucked him in, making sure to keep the night light on and left the room. When he entered the living room to see his aunt asleep with a bottle of sake on the nightstand, he locked up the house himself.
On his walk to his apartment, hands stuffed in his pockets — he stopped to look back at the home he grew up in, his nephew's words sinking in. "No…" he muttered out loud, "there's no way." The only time those two came into contact was during his class, Sakura could barley speak to him when Tobirama stumbled across them at the cafe. Sure, he gave her a ride the other night, but that was because Itama asked him to — and that was after their date that his brother advised him to go on.
Shaking his head for even thinking of something so left field, he shook off the conversation. It made no sense. Toneri probably noticed a difference in his dad's demeanor when Mei left. The stress of their marriage was too much, so now that she was gone his brother had room to breathe and enjoy life again. At that same time, Sakura happened to get introduced to their family and now Toneri was equating those two things as the same things since they got along so well.
He had to laugh at himself for even considering the thoughts of a five year old.
Then why didn't the sinking feeling in his gut go away?
—
"Shhh, baby. You can do it."
Virile, taut words echoed in her ear.
It didn't take them but fifteen minutes to want to start again. Sakura wiggled her butt against his hardening member, biting her lip to stop the giggle. They were already here, as shy as she was she wanted to get her fill of him before tomorrow. This was their time, and it didn't help that he peppered her back with more kisses. Which is how he worked her dress off of her, leaving her only in her sheer black tights that sat all the way up to her hips. Now bare for him aside from her tights, he gripped onto her cheeks, his hard on pressed between her ass.
Wet and aching for him, she rocked against him.
Tobirama reached for her breasts, twisting her nipples and kissing her neck. "Sakura," he breathed, "I'm going to put it in you…" he sighed low, his erection pressing into her ass, "here."
Sakura stilled, biting her lip to chew on the idea. She knew that eventually she would cave, she knew that she wanted to give herself completely to him. The thought terrified her though. "But…what if you don't fit?"
He shivered behind her, hand caressing her cheeks to spread them.
"I'll fit, I promise it'll feel good. Do you trust me?"
"I do." There was no hesitancy in her words, he held her full, undivided trust in his palms.
The riiiiip! Of her tights spooked her. The rip went from her ass to her cunt, revealing her entirely to him. She would need to throw these away now, but the simple way he commanded her already had her dripping again. "Stay still," he ordered. Sakura could hear him fumble with something on the side of the bed, opening a new bottle of lube. She blushed scarlet when she felt him settle beside her again. He leaned over to gather her gaze, "if it hurts too much, tell me to stop." That look was in his eyes again.
The one that kept her screaming into her hand, begging him for release.
He squirted the lube into his hand, lathering his fingers.
"Stay still." He kissed her shoulder blade, turning her onto her stomach. His knees trapped her between him so he could hover over her — looking at her as if she belonged into a museum. Like an ethereal being carved out of marble.
Spreading her full cheeks, the lube touched her tight wring of muscles. Tobirama hissed in appreciation as she flexed for him, her back dimples dipping right above the curve of her cheeks.
God, he would never get tired of this view.
Sakura tried to relax when she felt his engorged tip prod at her entrance. He lathered himself in lube, hips flexing forward slightly. She gripped the pillow, hiding her face into it. To her it felt like a foot, but he only pushed in a centimeter when she cried into the pillow.
Tobirama stilled, allowing her to adjust to the bare tip of him.
"Shhh, I know, I know." He gently moved her hair from her back, leaning down to lather her back in gentle kisses. His legs shook from holding himself back, but he would wait an eternity for her.
After a minute, Sakura shifted beneath him — trying to help him.
It hurt.
It hurt more than their first time together, and it hurt more than losing her virginity.
"Sensei…" she whimpered, clinging to the pillow for dear life.
He stopped again, fuck he was only a quarter of the way in. Tobirama did this once before, but he should have known to prep her more. "I can stop," he grunted into her ear, sweat collecting on his skin.
Sakura shook her head, "no, I want to — it just hurts."
He waited, whispering sweet words into her ear to get her to relax. Sakura cooed beneath him, in love with the way he entirely surrounded her. Dominated her. Minutes must have passed when she nodded her head, wanting him to continue.
Tobirama slowly pushed forward, his cock aching dangerously within her. Sakura bit onto the pillow, feeling way too full in an area that felt weird. Her eyebrows arched forward in determination, she wanted to do this. She wanted to experience everything with him. Women seemed to like this, it had to feel better eventually.
A loud groan surrounded her when he completely filled her.
For her, it felt like she was being split in half.
Her skin was hued pink from the flush rising to her skin. Her hair was clinging to her skin from her sweat, it felt like she might rip the pillow in half, and it just hurt. Why would people do this?
Tears blurred her vision. Stuffing her face in the pillow, Sakura willed them away.
"You're doing so good baby, you're doing so good for me." His words of praise caused goosebumps to rise to her skin. She felt everything. Her body was sensitive from her previous orgasms that she felt hyperaware of everything touching her, him, and what she felt.
A few more minutes, he started to move.
The splitting pain started to subside with each slow movement.
Tobirama kissed her neck, latching on her lower collar to give her a hickey as his hips reared and flexed forward once more, completely sinking into her. Her soft moan made his cock twitch pleasurably within her, "you feel so fucking good."
It was the soft mewl that let him know to pick up his pace. Sakura careened beneath him, lifting her butt higher so he could reach a part deep within her. She felt so full. It still felt weird, but the throbbing pain started to transform into a hypnotic pleasure. It made her eyes roll back and mouth slack open.
"Yes, Sensei - please, please, it feels so good!" she moaned, rationality gone as he began to truly fuck her.
Tobirama ground his teeth in an attempt to still hold himself back, but the way she completely let herself go for him made him groan. It would be a miracle if the people next door didn't hear them. Setting a faster pace, his balls slapped her cheeks each time he thrust into her, the lube acting as a slick — her ass gripping him entirely. The view alone of his cock sinking between her cheeks nearly had him cum instantly.
"Sak-!" He couldn't get a full word out, couldn't think clearly as she moaned and squirmed beneath him. He turned her head to the side and kissed her, their mouths connecting in a sloppy kiss that had her neck at an angle, but neither of them cared. He gripped the base of her hair, the pink strands pulled tautly so he could ravage her mouth.
"S-sensei!" She moaned into the kiss, lost in her descent to hell.
He pulled away, admiring her bruised lips and the trail of saliva between their mouths.
"You're so beautiful," he managed to say. She could barely manage a response, her eyes glazed over in her haze of delight. He kissed her again, long and hard before letting her head drop to the pillow again. Both hands gripped her hips, he shifted them so that she was on her forearms and knees. Holding her head down to the pillow, Tobirama could feel his thighs start to tighten. He spread her cheeks with his other hand, the glorious sight sinuous enough that it almost made him cum.
"Touch yourself," his dark voice commanded.
Sakura immediately reached between her thighs so she could start rubbing her clit. The change in position brought him in impossibly deeper, enough to almost make her sounds she was making didn't sound like her. But here he was, breaking her and bringing her to precipice of pleasure. She wanted to cry it felt so good.
Jolts of shock tiptoed her impending end.
Tobirama slapped her ass, hard.
Just like the other day in his office, it was enough to make her body shake and cry out. Tears burned and fell across freckled cheeks, she never wanted this feeling to end. Her thighs began to quiver, "I-I'm, oh my god, yes! I'm gonna-"
One more powerful jut of his hips, his cock made her orgasm light up her whole body. She shattered on him, her whole body brimming with pleasure as her cunt spasmed in hopes for him to be there.
She couldn't speak, it was a white rolling wave that overtook her. Drool slipped from the side of her mouth, body encased in one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Tobirama crumbled after her, watching the sight unfold, a virile moan escaping from the base of his chest into their room. Gripping her, he pulled her ass to his pubes, hilting her as he spilled himself inside of her.
Millions of black spots dotted his vision as his cock spurted and spasmed within her. Out of breath, he could do nothing but hold himself there — his own orgasm reached to the tips of his toes.
Together, they stayed like that — trying to come down from the high they catapulted themselves to. It was a drug, she was a drug to him. One he would gladly take time and time again. When he finally found that his limbs weren't jelly, he pulled his soft member from within her and fell beside her onto the bed.
Neither had the energy to say anything.
Without words, Sakura fell asleep in his arms.
When his breathing evened out and it didn't feel like he was close to a heart attack, he kept her close to him. Facing him, the professor took the time to admire her face. She looked angelic in her sleep even though he knew that the faces and sounds she was making earlier were anything but. For a time, since he could never fucking sleep anyway — he watched her sleep.
Admired how the moonlight caressed her. He wanted to apologize for bringing her into his mess, he wanted to make things simple for them.
Maybe he was crazy, but in the silence of his own thoughts, he sighed and kissed her forehead. Giving up the fight, he whispered a soft, "I love you."
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Birds chirped happily outside, singing to one another or squawking as other birds crept into their territory. It was enough to wake the pinkette up. Unlike last time, they were both too spent to wash up when they were done. Sakura tried to move, but the entirety of her lower half hurt. She would need a soak in a bath later. Half expecting to wake up in his arms, she turned to reach behind her and felt the emptiness of the bed.
Now wide awake, Sakura looked around the room — sheet held up to her chest.
Now you want to be modest. Where was that last night?
Batting her intrusive thoughts away, she called out a light, "Sensei…?"
No answer.
It was the smell of cigarette smoke that lured her out of bed. Clutching the sheet with her, she limped her way to the other side of the room that had an attached balcony. He sat there smoking a cigarette, staring off into the sunrise. They both had classes today since it was Monday, so he must have been up early so they could leave on time. Sakura bit her lip, watching the way he sat there without a shirt, his body in a true glow of the morning light. "Sensei?" She called again, poking her head out of the door.
For all the happiness he claimed, it pained her to still see him so sad. She knew that they couldn't fix their loneliness overnight, but this pain that he carried was too much.
"Goodmorning, beautiful," he beckoned her over. Timidly, Sakura looked around. There was trees offering them coverage, but anyone running along the beach could easily see them. Quietly, she padded over, he pat his legs so she could sit on his lap.
"I didn't want to wake you," he murmured against her shoulder, kissing the skin there. He snuffed out his cigarette into the ashtray. There were several, so she wondered how long he had been sitting out here.
"Have you been awake long?"
"Just an hour or so, you barely missed the sunrise. I was going to wake you, but I figured you needed the rest since we have an exam today."
For the first time, the exemplary student forgot that it was midterms week. She already studied what she needed to, but between the commotion of her social life, she forgot it started this week. Slapping her hand against her forehead, she earned a laugh from her lover. "I completely forgot about that."
"I figured. We should probably get going so you can get some studying done. I would say let's wash up together, but I know I'll want to…" he eyed her chest and bare shoulders, "do something to you. Want to go first?"
With the way her body felt, she didn't want him to see how much pain she was in. Even sitting here on his lap she was sore to the point of being uncomfortable, so she shook her head, "you can go first."
He led her back into the bedroom, leaving her with a quick kiss. His pants were half-strewn on his hips allowing her to watch the muscles in his back flex while he walked away. She bit her lip, cheeks rising with heat — she would never get over that the days of daydreaming about him actually came true.
When the water turned on, Sakura gathered her discarded dress with a a frown. Well, this was ruined now. Just like her ripped tights, she threw those away — she could die of embarrassment as the memories from the previous night flooded her. Just like last time, she couldn't believe the things they did. This world of intense sexuality was so foreign to her. Obviously he was more experienced, he opened a pandoras box of possibilities for her.
The alarm on her phone notified her to take her birth control.
Jumping to life, she scrambled to her purse so she could take the little pill. While in her search for water, another ring from a phone startled her. The vibrations against the nightstand echoed around the room. Sakura stared at his phone, it was right in arm's reach if she really wanted to look. Part of her knew better, knew that she shouldn't peak to see who it was. It was an invasion of his privacy. No. No. She couldn't.
An innate sense twisted in her gut.
She grabbed the phone.
Sakura gasped, her heart shrank. She shouldn't have looked. On his screen, with their wedding picture proudly displayed for her to see — the name read 'MEI'.
A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while, it had me in a chokehold for some reason.
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