MadaSaku

This is from a modern AU where Madara is a 27-year-old hitman, and Sakura is a 21-year-old college student that recently learned they're next-door neighbors. First, they become friends, but it quickly turns into something else.

If you like this chapter, feel free to check out the story called Testing Fate. This is from Chapter Nine.

Enjoy!

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"You're kidding! I'm going to school in Kiri. We should link up once you get there." A familiar voice piqued Sakura's attention, and she looked across the bar to see Ino flirting expertly with a handsome black-haired man. Though his face was bare of emotion, he stared at her like she was the most interesting thing on the planet.

'Yeah, she tends to have that effect on men.'

She watched with a deadpan expression as the blond laughed prettily, using the moment as an excuse to touch his arm. If Ino were a man, she'd definitely be categorized as a playboy.

The pink-haired woman wasn't faulting her for her sexual prowess and appetite, of course, just acknowledging that they were much higher than everyone else. You'd expect others to call her a slut, or think she's a whore, but the truth is the opposite. Confidence is respectable and impressive. Even most women around Ino fall for her charm, sexually or not.

'Wait a minute…. What's she doing here with that guy when things seemed to be going well with Madara?' Ino chose that moment to notice her friend and walked around the bar, dragging her companion along to sit beside her, "I'm disappointed. I thought you had more backbone than this."

Sakura's brow furrowed, "If he likes you, it's not my place to get in your way."

Ino flicked her nose, making irrational rage pool in the pit of Sakura's stomach, "You dumbass. He turned me down the moment I tried to make a move."

'He…. what?'

The news set the thin woman in motion. Her mind went blank. Without sparing her friend and the pale man another word, she crossed the club to search for Madara.

When she found him, a small smile met her lips. The slightest hint of red dusted his nose and cheeks, and he almost appeared to be pouting, if she could fathom that. Whether he noticed or not, a small group of women on the other side of the bar were eyeing him, whispering to one another and giggling. One would likely shoot their shot by the night's end if nothing was done to prevent it.

Bravely, she slid her hand atop his, her heart fluttering in her chest when his eyes darted coldly onto her, only to warm when he realized it wasn't some stranger acting too casually. On instinct, she guided him out to the floor with her, their eyes not straying for a moment.

'Stop hesitating and just enjoy yourself.'

They danced.

They received a message from Ino saying she was ditching them.

They returned to her apartment.

Madara allowed her to guide him, following behind her like a puppy as she held his hand. If she glanced back, she'd see the warm and dark look in his eye, so she kept her back turned as she unlocked the door.

"Hey, sorry about all that stuff that Ino-" "Do you like her?" Sakura cut him off as they walked through the living room. She had to know for sure, or else she was about to make a fool of herself.

"What?"

They turned into her bedroom, and Sakura stopped at her bedside, turning to face him and releasing his hand. This time, she was unwilling to let herself beat around the bush or get too shy, "I asked if you like her. Do you like Ino? She likes you."

'That was a little too aggressive, I think….'

Madara's brow raised, "Would it upset you if I did?"

'What did he just say? Is this a joke? I haven't confessed to him, but he's no idiot.'

The heat in her face became more from blush and anger than the alcohol, and she clenched her hands into fists, "Of course it would!"

Being so blatantly honest was embarrassing, but Sakura stood her ground. She stared at his face as his eyes danced down, seemingly to her mouth. They didn't rise as he tilted his head like a dog trying to understand a master's command, "Why's that?"

'He knows why. He just wants to hear it.'

Madara's tone wasn't curious at all. By now, if he only had suspicions, they had to be confirmed. He still waited for her response, though.

"Because….Because who does she think she is, showing up out of nowhere and telling me she's gonna steal you away? God, I could kick her ass, for real!" Sakura's teeth gritted angrily once she was done venting. Though drunk, she knew she'd come to feel humiliated by this conversation in the future.

That's when she noticed he was still struggling not to look at her lips, his eyes dancing between them and her gaze. Ever so slightly, he was coming closer. Sakura mirrored the action, her heart pounding nervously fast.

The Uchiha man's gaze locked onto hers and finally stayed there, "Do you like me, Sakura?"

'He just comes right out and asks. This man….'

Sakura's bravery faltered as he searched her face. If she answers this question honestly, something's going to happen, something she's thought about many times over the past couple of weeks. When she does, though, their friendship will never be the same. By now, she didn't fear he'd be gone when she woke, at least not immediately. What would happen instead? She wasn't sure.

"Do you?"

The man's voice was significantly softer, but the tone was low and insinuating, tempting her to answer.

'What if things don't go well? I mean, I've only ever slept with one man. I barely know what I'm doing when I'm sober, and I'm drunk as hell!'

Long fingers grazed against her neck, and then they were in her hair, gently holding her still as his nose brushed against hers. Her breath stuck in her throat, and she frantically searched his face. It'd never been so close. Madara was so beautiful it temporarily distracted her.

"Answer me, Sakura."

Demanding yet careful, the command sent a flame down her stomach to flood between her legs. Her chest heaved slightly as she struggled to maintain her composure, "I do."

Half-lidded, dark eyes remained on hers as Madara cautiously kissed her for the first time. It was short and sweet, and then he pulled back slightly to ensure she wouldn't shove him away.

Sakura was lost in his eyes, his scent, his aura. He was a flame, and she was only too happy to be burnt. Her lips moved with a breathy voice unfamiliar to her ears, "Can I…?" The woman wasn't so drunk that she'd forget how rare it was for them to touch. He's a careful person.

Madara nodded, his lips brushing hers in another soft kiss. She could feel the sexual energy crackling under her skin, but she didn't want to make a mistake by setting it free recklessly.

Her hands lifted to his abdomen, running slowly upward until one rested on his shoulder and the other continued up to his neck, where she searched his eyes for a moment before pulling him closer with less hesitance.

His lips captured hers with an attractive mix of expertise and passion, barely in control. When he grabbed her hip, arousal waved through her from the point of contact. Though he was doing everything right, Sakura knew he wasn't acting entirely freely. The fire igniting his gaze was much too hot for the tepid nature of his actions.

The hand on his shoulder ran up his neck, and she brushed her thumb along his jawline while speaking against his lips, "Stop holding back."

Those gorgeous black eyes opened to meet her gaze as they pulled away slightly, confirming she meant what she said. Then what was once a campfire turned into a volcano.

Nails grazed her scalp as his grip in her hair tightened, and she accepted his demanding kiss with equal energy. His tongue was in her mouth, and her hands were unbuttoning his shirt, pausing when the arousal in her loins became too much to bear. The overwhelming man hoisted her up, guiding her legs around his hips as he moved to the bed.

When her head hit the pillows, Sakura arched her back, never parting their kiss even once, so he could reach around and unzip her dress. They took a millisecond to breathe, Sakura fumbling to slip the dress off over her head and Madara tossing his shirt away and removing his belt.

A strange, desperate moan sighed through Sakura's throat when he kissed her again, as though one or both would suffocate if they were apart for too long. Hurried hands unhooked her bra, tossed it away, and explored her chest.

"You have no idea how badly I've wanted to do this," Madara's raspy voice met her ears between kisses, sounding just as frantic as she felt.

Sakura's hands felt down his toned torso until her fingers found the button of his pants, unzipping them next to slide her hand beneath the cloth. He was hard as a rock. The realization heightened her urgency, and she parted her legs further, pressing against him as she removed her hand from his trousers, allowing it to travel around and press against his lower back.

Madara seemed to pick up on it because he hooked his fingers under the hips of her underwear and quickly removed them. When he pulled his body away for a few moments with the intention of removing the remainder of his clothing, Sakura watched him with heated eyes, "Hurry!"

A moan of some sort left his chest, and he gave up on removing his pants, simply lowering them enough to pull himself from the clothing. One hand on his cock, Madara dipped his head to press kisses into the crook of her neck, rubbing against her entrance a bit to make it slick with her fluids.

Sakura's eyes shot open to stare at the ceiling in shock when he finally thrusted in, a gasp passing her lips. She was right. It was nothing like how it'd been with Sasuke.

Madara's nose brushed against her jaw as he returned to look her in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he began moving. It was like their minds connected when their bodies did because they moved simultaneously. Sakura looked between them to see what it looked like where they were becoming one, and Madara sat back on his knees, his arms hooked under her legs as he continued moving.

Her breaths came in pants as the familiar sting of pleasure developed more with each thrust. The man slid his hands from her thighs, making her lift her gaze to meet his, and he leaned slightly forward as he gripped her bottom, making her legs part further.

The first uncontrollable moan of the evening passed Sakura's lips, her eyes squeezing closed, "Oh!"

Maneuvering his arms so they were no longer beneath her legs, one of Madara's hands traveled up her back until it met the middle, and he pressed his chest to hers as he picked her up, sitting back so she was straddling his lap, and he was on his knees. Pink hair came forward over Sakura's shoulders as she attacked his neck.

'It's like I weigh nothing, the way he's holding me up like this.'

Each time his cock fully thrusted in, the woman saw stars, and some kind of sound would leave her lips. This was the quickest she's ever been brought to the edge of climax. The closer she got, the more her body tightened around him, and her nails unintentionally dug into his skin.

It became too much to bear, and she cried out, giving up on kissing his neck and tossing her head back as she held onto his shoulders for dear life, "Fuck, I'm close!"

Sweat dusted both of their skin, and when Sakura lifted her head to meet Madara's eyes, he shoved her back down against the mattress and kissed her passionately. With each thrust, his chest pressed against hers, and one of her arms slid around his side to cling to his back and feel the muscles contracting under his skin.

One moment it was like the fuse of a bomb had been lit, the anticipation killing the woman, and then the explosion finally came. The Haruno girl's legs trembled and tried to squeeze closed, though they couldn't because of the man between them. A breathless moan forced her to pull away from their kiss, and her middle pressed against his body.

Madara didn't pause, instead watching the woman beneath him with a look of arousal and intrigue.

When the waves of climax stopped debilitating Sakura, she wrestled her way on top so she was straddling his hips. At first, she was leaning forward, one hand holding her weight and the other gently encircling his neck with her thumb under his chin to make him meet her eye.

When the man's surprise passed, though, he slid his hands up her thighs, body, and arms to interlace the fingers on both of their hands. Using the support his grip gave her to move while entirely upright, Sakura straightened her spine. Her eyes trailed over the gorgeous man's body as she moved, glancing at his face every other second to admire the tortured, pleasured expression he was offering.

'He's huge. Ino was right.'

If she were any less aroused, it'd likely be painful to take all of him in, but it was impossible not to feel at least a little feral with a body like that beneath her. Her hips jerked slightly when the angle lined up perfectly to rock her to the core, and Madara moaned, his teeth grit and head thrown back.

"Like that. Do it like that."

Sakura adjusted her legs so her feet were against the mattress, crouching so she'd have better control over her movements, then she tried to replicate what her body'd naturally done, "This way?"

"Mm…." His voice was deep and low. Before he even responded, she knew she'd gotten it right because the same shock of pleasure came over her.

Tearing her hands from his, she reached behind her to hold herself up with a hand to his thigh, reaching down to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. Madara gripped her hips, aiding her in moving more quickly as they both approached their finish lines.

She straightened her head from it having been tossed back and held the man's gaze, her brow furrowed as she moaned softly.

The Uchiha man surprised her by reaching up to brush his thumb across her bottom lip, pressing it past with heated eyes. The woman's lips closed around the digit, tongue flicking against it as though it were a different part of his body.

Then Madara's eyes were closed, and a strangled sort of groan left his mouth as he pressed into roughly, once, twice, and then Sakura felt a flexing feeling of his member twitching, followed by a hot sensation pooling in her lower abdomen.

Her insides fell into convulsions around his member, and she came forward to press her forehead to his shoulder, her fingers still between her legs as she climaxed. This time, all the air in her body left, and no sound came out at all. Madara quickly removed his hand from near her mouth, instead holding her waist with one hand and wrapping an arm around to keep her tightly against him with the other.

When the sensations faded, the pair was left breathless and tired. Sakura slowly slid her hand out from between them, running it up the man's side. His left her waist to grasp onto it, lifting it up so he could kiss the back of it softly. Slowly, he rolled them over, holding himself up with the arm that'd been wrapped around her.

The pink-haired woman's head hit the pillow, and she opened her eyes to lock onto his. Only then did he pull out, lips still pressed to her hand.

Drunk and uninhibited, Sakura spoke in a raspier-than-usual voice, "I hope I did alright."

Madara released her hand, instead cupping her cheek as he kissed her, "You were incredible."

Tipsy giggles softly passed her lips between each touch of his lips to hers. When he pulled back, a slight grin on his mouth, she hissed, "You're way too big, y'know that?"

The Uchiha man chuckled, kissing her repeatedly, "And you're way too tempting. Stop pressing against me like that, or I won't let you sleep tonight."

Guilty blush met her cheeks, but she simply tilted her head, searching the rugged man's features, "Can you even manage that, old man?"

His grin disappeared, and he furrowed his brow with a frown, "You know what?" Then he was flipping her around onto her hands and knees, lining himself up.

Sakura looked at him over her shoulder, smirking knowingly, "Did I hit a nerve?"

Then he was inside, bending over the woman to grab her jaw and speak into her ear, "I don't want to hear a single complaint from you tomorrow."

An amused hum rumbled through Sakura's throat, but she didn't verbally respond. Instead, she pressed back against him so he'd stop talking and start moving.

Madara obliged.