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Sakura, like many others, have hidden desires. But this desire, as she would believe, is shameful, even when she's already a grown adult. It's naughty, dirty, sinful, yet indulging, that she would never dare tell anyone about it. Not even her best friend, Ino.
Especially not Ino. Her loudmouthed best friend can never keep secrets, what more if she found out about her most dangerous desire? Her telepathy abilities aren't helping either.
It's not like she had not talked about sex with her friends before. They have, multiple times. Especially with Ino and Hinata. They've talked about their experiences with their boyfriends, and it always made her curious and horny, but she pretended that she doesn't care about sex.
She just doesn't want anyone to know that she's been lusting so much over someone who is over a decade older than her. And she definitely doesn't want to reveal who it is.
She's not exactly ashamed of this person, he is fucking perfection! But his honorary status in the village, and him being related to her ex-crush, is what's making this so difficult for her.
Unfortunately for her, that person is in front of her right now, she could just crawl to the table to reach him any minute now if she was just insane and had no self-control. That sinister-looking mane of his, she wonders what it would feel like to brush her fingers through his long dark hair while feeling his lips on hers, and her other palm examining his chest and abdomen.
She badly wants to see him shirtless again.
She could feel her stomach burning from just the thought of it, and her dampening core.
Uchiha Madara, the head of the Uchiha Police Force of Konohagakure, is sitting right in front of her, with only this long rectangular conference table distancing them from feeling each other's body heat. His left elbow is positioned on the table lazily while his jaw is resting on his fist, facing the front of the room. He's only pretending to listen to his best friend slash rival, or so others would call him the Hokage, Hashirama, discussing the current matters of the village. He rolled his eyes at him when they made eye contact, which just made Hashirama smile at him sympathetically.
Oh for Kami's sake, Madara's just gorgeous as fuck. Sakura thought.
Sakura is not alone, with the Hokage and Madara, however. All of the department heads and clan leaders have gathered in the Hokage's conference room. It's a monthly meeting, that Sakura has to attend to for the very first time today since she just became the new head of the medic department recently, when Tsunade-shishou announced her retirement. On her left sitting right next to her is Shikamaru Nara, now the new leader of the Nara clan. And on her right, is Choji Akamichi, the new leader of the Akamichi clan. Both of which are her old friends since the academy days. The rest of the leaders and heads here are familiar to her but don't know most of their names of. She should know them all, she's ashamed that she doesn't, but that can wait, she thought.
She gives her full attention to Madara unintentionally, again. As if he is the real reason she is here, forgetting again that the Hokage is talking in front of the meeting.
She imagines him kissing her again, passionately while caressing her right breast with his strong hand gently. She has a very vivid imagination, she can just imagine him doing anything to her and it would feel like a real memory.
But sometimes, she just wants more. More than an imagination.
Madara suddenly looks at her direction, with the expressionless calm face that he usually displays when he is bored.
Her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. She looked straight away from him at the speed of light and realized the indecency she's been daydreaming about during this time. She could tell from her peripheral vision that he is still staring at her.
She forces herself to focus on the Hokage's discussions, which she shamefully admits she hasn't been doing since the beginning of the meeting.
Damn it, she curses to herself while her heart still racing in her chest as if she just went on a marathon. Now she doesn't know where the discussion is going as she had not been following it from the start. She could ask Shikamaru after but he seemed to be just as inattentive as she was. Choji is no better. She could hear his stomach growling. He's definitely distracted.
Why is she being so irresponsible in this very important meeting? It's her first time too! For Kami's sake, Sakura! Get a grip! And have some decency! Be professional! You're 23 years old, not a hormonal teenager anymore!
She can feel her cheeks starting to burn even more from embarrassment and self-annoyance.
If her shishou was here and noticed that she wasn't paying attention, she'd be dead by now. How irresponsible of her.
She knew she would be seeing Madara under the same room, but she didn't expect that she'd be this close to him. Why did he have to sit right in front of her? There were too many seats available, and as far as she knows, the seats aren't labeled. So why in front of her?
But that shouldn't matter at all! He just happened to sit right in front of her, for no reason! He's not doing it on purpose, why would he? This shouldn't even be a big deal! She should think professionally no matter who is right in front of her! She's a professional! She's the new head of the medic department!
She should only have these thoughts when she's in her bedroom, late at night before sleeping.
But she cannot help it when her dream man is literally right in front of her. She rarely sees him, and when she does, it's very brief and she could only greet him before he leaves again. Today, his physical presence is just there. And he's very near to her. She feels like she's going crazy.
Oh Madara-sama, the things you do to me.
Please do me.
Wait.
Stop it, Sakura. Enough. Focus.
"Alright! Meeting's over! You are all dismissed." Hashirama says.
What? Sakura thought. It's over?
She glances back to Madara, who in return give her another glance before leaving the conference room.
She swears she just saw him smirk at her. She feels blood rushing through her cheeks again.
Maybe she was just daydreaming. Again.
"Oi, Sakura. Are you staying here?" Shikamaru asks.
"What? No! S-sorry I was just, I. Never mind, let's go."
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It's already late at night, and Sakura is just laying in bed waiting for herself to finally fall asleep, but she starts pondering about Sasuke, the man whom she had feelings for since she was a toddler.
Sasuke was the most handsome boy in her class, and she was so lucky that she got to team up with him along with Naruto, during their genin days until their very last mission as a team just 4 years ago. She got to spend so much time with him compared to his other fangirls who's been dying to get to know him. She was the only girl who he became close with over the years.
Sasuke is very asocial, he doesn't really like getting close with other people. He would rather spend time training or studying on his free time. She found him so cool for that.
He is talented, powerful, intelligent and a strong shinobi, as what you would expect from an Uchiha.
She has repeatedly confessed her feelings for him over the years, and never getting anything in return. He even called her annoying for it, which hurt her at first but didn't care about it as much later on. Naruto, her teammate and close friend, told her that she should never give up on him, and that he knows Teme.
"He just doesn't know what to do with his feelings for you! Swear he likes you back, he just doesn't know romance!"
Sakura laughs at his words, remembering that he was just the same, when it took him years to realize that he harbored romantic feelings for Hinata, the Hyuga heiress, whom is now his girlfriend of 3 years.
She doesn't really care much about whether Sasuke really likes her back or not anymore. She got tired of waiting for him. She just wanted to find someone who is not afraid of showing his feelings to her. She's already in her early 20's yet she hasn't experienced being in a relationship.
She had several suitors over the past years though. Lee, being one of her biggest admirers. Unfortunately, none of them are just her type, and she kind of felt bad about it. Maybe this is her karma for not giving one of them a chance and just kept waiting and waiting for Sasuke to finally return her feelings.
But her crush for Sasuke just molded onto another Uchiha, a more impossible, unattainable man to be with. She didn't mean to be attracted to him. It just happened.
She saw Sasuke's uncle, Uchiha Madara up close, shirtless and all.
Damn, why are all Uchihas so fucking hot? And why does Madara have to be the hottest?
It was three months ago when all the shinobis were having their annual health checkup at the hospital, and Sakura was assigned to examine the almighty Uchiha Madara this year.
They had never really met each other before, she only heard stories about him from Sasuke, Tsunade-shishou, and other elite jounins she teamed up with during missions, about how he is the powerful shinobi in current time besides Hashirama Senju, the current Hokage and his rival. People loved to talk about how crazy his fighting style is. He is a rare genius. He was able to defeat thousands of jounins with Taijutsu alone, and is able to create clones of him that can produce their own Susanoos, none of which the living Uchiha's could do. Not even Itachi-san, Sasuke's older brother, whom is known to be another prodigy of the clan. Only Madara could do it. Everyone simultaneously fears and admires him.
She expected him to be arrogant, rude and act all superior towards her when he arrived in the exam room for the checkup.
But he wasn't. He was actually very polite, kind and a pleasant patient, and not to mention, very handsome. She didn't notice his attractiveness before until she got to see him closer.
She told him to remove his shirt so she could examine him better, but she still stiffened when he did and witnessed just how perfectly toned his body is. There are many scars all over his body, but he is still sexy as hell. No, those scars added to the appeal.
She's seen multiple naked men in her life, she's a medic nin after all. Many of them have toned bodies like Madara's, but no one just compared to his. He's just different, to the rest of them.
There's just something about him that she couldn't pinpoint, just something about him that makes him so extraordinarily seductive to her. Not even Sasuke could make her feel this lustful towards a man.
She liked Sasuke's body, but she wasn't exactly dying to have sex with him.
Madara, however, just makes her feel so different, and a little too sensual.
According to the record she received about him, he's already 35 years old, which she didn't really care about initially. He doesn't look old to her at all, plus his very mature look just makes him more handsome and alluring to her eyes.
She didn't think she'd ever be into older men, yet here she was.
The record also says that he is unmarried. He is unmarried. That made her jumped for joy. In her mind, of course.
Present Sakura wonders why he's unmarried though. He's the full package, any woman would want to marry him. What if he's actually gay and never interested in women?
She frowns at the thought, but who was she kidding anyway? Even if he's attracted to women, she'll never have a chance with him anyway. She's way younger than him, he probably doesn't want to associate himself with naive girls such as herself.
Nevertheless, she still wants to be close to him. She wants to get to know him more, personally. She just doesn't know how.
She touches herself to the thought of him underneath her blanket. She already feels just how moist she is under there.
She imagines him kissing her so hungrily, as if there's no tomorrow, fondling every sensitive part of her body with his hands aggressively like how she wanted it. She wants him to pound on her, like they're wild animals. She wants to see how big it is, and how good he is in bed. She wants him to take her virginity, she wants him to have all of her. She just wants him so bad.
She rubs her clit vigorously until she reaches her climax, losing her senses and her thoughts. Her free hand clutching her pillow, as if holding her life to it.
"Madara-sama!" she lets out a loud moan, then feeling very exhausted from masturbating. It felt really good, it's one of her best climaxes so far, but, she's just not as satisfied anymore. She wants more. She wants to feel more. She wants to be touched. She needs someone. She needs him. But how?
She doesn't know how she will attract him, but she will do something about it. She figures out how she could meet him tomorrow. She just wants to see him again and talk to him a bit. Even if it's just about work. Even if it'll be a slow process of learning about each other. She needs to start somewhere anyway. She has a plan.