The hotel bar was not nearly as empty as Tsunade had hoped. Scanning the clusters of friends and couples from the doorway, she was relieved to not see any of her employees. She strode into the room, tentatively at first but then picked up her pace as the bar drew her in. She deserved a drink, and drinks were free for hotel guests after 10.
The warmth of bodies hit her as she weaved through the crowd. It was getting late, well past 11, but Konoha just doesn’t sleep.
Approaching the barstools, now standing tall, a flash of light pink from the other side of the bar caught her eye. She did a double take, confirming her suspicions.
There, looking terribly out of place, sat Sakura Haruno in her pink vest, white blouse, and slacks, headband securing her flowing blonde hair, taking a shot of tequila.
Tsunade couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The contrast was equally amusing as it was concerning.
Sakura nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard that familiar, husky voice from behind her.
“Dr. Haruno?”
She whipped her head around. Her face went white as she saw her boss, arms crossed like she was going to discipline her. Her eyebrow raised, a quizzical look on her face.
“D-Dr. Senju!” Sakura’s mouth hung open as she searched for words to say before giving up and forcing her face into a friendly smile.
“Relax, you’re not in trouble, we’re not at work,” Tsunade laughed.
“I know, I just- I wasn’t expecting to see you… here,” Sakura motioned to their surroundings.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here… alone at least,” Tsunade studied the woman in front of her, searching for any giveaways as to what was going on.
Sakura smiled at the floor. She looked like a teenage girl who’d just gotten caught getting drunk by her parents. She took a deep breath and met Tsunade’s gaze.
“I’m an adult. I don’t need a babysitter,” She watched Tsunade smirk, “But if you wanted to join me, you could’ve just asked.”
Tsunade nodded approvingly, hopping up onto the barstool next to her. She flagged down the bartender to order a glass of red wine, who looked back in confusion at her choice.
“How many shots have you done?” She turned to look at Sakura.
“Just one…” She lied.
“And can we get another shot?” She called out to the bartender who nodded as he diligently grabbed a bottle of wine. Sakura flashed Tsunade a shy, appreciative smile.
The women sat in silence for a moment before their drinks were placed in front of them.
Tsunade thanked the bartender and immediately took a sip of wine. She felt relief washing over her as the warm tingling of the alcohol in her throat moved down to her stomach.
“You kicked ass today, Dr. Haruno.”
“Yeah, I almost kicked your ass today,” Sakura scoffed, finally turning to meet her gaze, stone faced.
Tsunade exhaled through her nose.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time…” Her eyes wandered, looking for a bartender.
Sakura quirked an eyebrow, a smile threatening to spread onto her lips. She ran her tongue over her teeth as Tsunade ordered more shots.
“You’re very kind, Dr. Senju,” Sakura said sarcastically. She couldn’t deny she wanted to drown in shots tonight. She was here, after all. She watched as the bartender slid Tsunade a few shot glasses. and refilled the wine glass. She took a sip as soon as she could.
“You can call me Tsunade.”
Sakura looked up from her glass and made deliberate eye contact.
“Sakura.”
Tsunade held out her drink to Sakura, who reluctantly clinked her glass against hers’. Tsunade’s arched eyebrows and frisky smile made everything seem like an innuendo. Sakura felt her lips curl into a smirk, which made Tsunade’s teasing expression turn into a coy, sweet smile.
“If you’re trying to get me drunk just to get in my pants, it’s not going to work,” Sakura challenged.
“I’m going to get you drunk because you want to get drunk. And you’re wearing a dress,” Tsunade quipped back. That sly smile, the same one she wore at the conference, returned to her face.
“Tsunade…” Sakura started, but lost her train of thought beneath the gaze of the older woman. Those hazel eyes pierced through her. Her sharp, structured cheekbones and jawline… Her white collared shirt with the first few buttons undone revealing the smooth skin of her chest…The blush that matched her full pink lips… She was so gorgeous it was excruciating. She couldn’t think.
Tsunade could listen to her name being spoken by Sakura’s voice all day. She imagined her saying it again, this time more breathless, then panting, then screaming. It sent a shiver down her spine and she felt a warmth bloom in her core. Between that and the warmth of the alcohol now in her system, she didn’t care what came next. She’d already won.
“You know, I’m old enough to be your mom.” Tsunade joked “I’m at least ten years older than you.”
“I know,” Sakura answered, swirling the ice around in her drink, cool and collected
”That doesn’t Seem… off putting?”
“No,” Sakura grinned, “I know what you’re going to say. You’re going to say that I’m so young and pretty and I could have anyone I want so why am I wasting my time flirting with my boss…”
“Honestly, no, I think you’re a cute little thing.“ Tsunade says as she leans in closer, her voice low and intentional. “The type of thing I’d love to try out.”
Sakura’s eyes widen in surprise as her cheeks blush a light red. She sat, eyebrows raised, shocked by the audacity of the woman beside her. She shouldn’t like this as much as she did….She pressed her legs together tightly, trying to contain the heat that stirred within her. She couldn’t look away from those goddamn hazel eyes.
“You’re beautiful…. You’re smart…. You’re classy… and I find that incredibly sexy. I just want to play around with you, see how your body ticks… wanna take you apart and put you back together.”
Sakura felt herself practically melting, Here was a woman who was blessed by Aphrodite herself, telling her, a common girl, that she was sexy.
“God look at you. Pretty little thing getting all flustered. You tempt me.” Her eyes trail over the pinkette’s figure, she wondered if she got flushed all over.
The buzz she felt from the shots and the weight of Tsunade’s words sent a wave of desire washing over her. She felt the blood pumping through her body. The heat between her legs was becoming too much. She tried to restrain herself. All she could do was stare into those eyes that weighed so heavily on her mind.
“Fuck, Tsunade.” Sakura groaned as Tsunade took her jaw in her hand, holding their simmering eye contact before leaning in to close the distance between them.
Sakura’s lips met Tsunade’s. Her heart felt like it was going to burst. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She froze for a moment. This was insane. She was insane! Tsunade pulled back, searching Sakura’s face for a sign to continue.
She should stop this.
She should pull away.
She should leave.
But she was high on the rush of adrenaline, the sweet taste of chapstick on the woman’s lips, and the musky scent of her perfume. Sakura couldn’t deny it any longer. She wanted her. She leaned back in, cupping Tsunade’s flushing cheek in her hand and their lips collided. Sakura started to move her lips against the older woman’s, who eagerly accepted her advance by running a hand through her short pink hair.
Tsunade pulled back, chest rising and falling rapidly with her breathing. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for any of her employees. Nobody. She turned back to face Sakura.
“How about we take this upstairs?”
She said as she stood, grabbing the other woman’s hand and pulling her out of her seat.
“Please.”
—
The two women stood silently in the elevator, arms pressed against each other and fingers interlaced. Tsunade studied Sakura’s determined face. The warmth of her body pressed against hers was unbearable. The elevator seemed to move painfully slow.
When the doors opened to the fifth floor, Tsunade immediately dragged her down the hallway. She rushed Towards the door of her room, Sakura’s eyes shift around the hall. She prayed that no one burst out of their rooms, catching her hand in hand with her boss as she fumbled to unlock the door. Finally, it clicked and swung open. Sakura nearly shoved her inside.
The older woman slammed the door shut, bolting it before she turned to face Sakura. Her eyes darkened with lust as she pushed Sakura lithe body against the door. Sakura let out a soft gasp when Tsunade gripped the collar of her shirt as she kissed her fiercely. She resumed entangling her long fingers in the curls of Sakura’s hair and wrapped her other hand around her waist.
Sakura pressed her body harder against Tsunade’s. She felt the other woman’s hand wandering. First down the curve of her slim waist, then onto her hip, and then a possessive squeeze on her ass. Both women smirked into their kiss. They had both been waiting for that moment longer than they’d like to admit. Sakura returned the gesture by taking Tsunade’s bottom lip between her teeth, biting down softly at first, then hard enough to hurt. Tsunade let out a deep moan at the sensation.
“I- didn’t peg- you as a- biter,” Tsunade said breathlessly between rough kisses.
“I didn’t peg you as a masochist,” Sakura teased as she sank her teeth deeper into her supple, swollen lip, earning her a helpless whimper.
Sakura felt Tsunade spin her around from her waist. She paused for a moment, catching her breath and pressing the younger woman into the door. Their faces were again inches apart, noses almost touching. Tsunade looked deeply into Sakura‘s longing eyes, her own eyes wild and hungry. She leaned down to kiss her neck, sucking softly as her teeth grazed her skin. Sakura stifled a throaty moan as she ran her hands through the woman’s silky hair. Tsunade continued sucking on her neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make Sakura shudder.
Sakura gave Tsunade’s hair a slight tug before removing her hands to start fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. She took the opportunity to reach her hands around her back, working at the zipper of her dress. The sleek green fabric gave way and pooled around Tsunade’s heels, revealing the black pushup bra and matching thong beneath.
Sakura took in the sight before her as Tsunade ripped her shirt away. She bit down on her lip to suppress the giddy smile that spread across her face. Her eyes traced over her toned stomach, her smooth thighs and strong calves in those goddamn fuck me pumps…The elegant curve of her waist in contrast to her splaying hips creating an hourglass figure… And of course, her ample breasts that spilled out of the lacy cups of her bra…
“You’re fucking perfect,” Sakura said in a breathy whisper as she pulled Tsunade into a more tender kiss.
Tsunade smiled against her lips, undoing the button and pulling down on the zipper on her pants. She broke the kiss as she slid them down the other woman’s hips until they fell to the floor. There was Sakura Haruno, standing in front of her wearing nothing but white lace panties. Her small, perky breasts and willowy form… Her long legs, her sultry eyes and teased pink tresses…
“So are you,” Tsunade nearly moaned at the sight of her.
Sakura captured her lips again, squeezing one of Tsunade’s breasts. Then, she wrapped her other hand around her waist again, guiding her gently towards the freshly made bed as their tongues danced against each other.
Tsunade spun so that she could playfully shove Sakura onto the bed. She sat on the edge, looking up at her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, eagerly awaiting instruction. The blonde swung her leg around to straddle the woman beneath her, pressing her center into her lap. She leaned into her chest first, much to the other woman’s delight. Sakura continued feeling her up with one hand, running the other along her jaw and then the back of her neck to pull her into a kiss. Her short nails ran through light, messy waves of hair once again. Sakura’s hips rocked against the woman involuntarily as she tugged on her hair and Tsunade moaned at the stinging pain. Then, fingers running down her back, tracing her spine, and undoing the clasp on her bra. Sakura tossed the fabric away, grinning foolishly at the white breasts that bounced as they settled. She ran her hands over them, taking a hardened pink nipple into her mouth and massaging the other with her fingers.
Tsunade let out a husky gasp at the sensation of Sakura’s tongue running over her. She felt the warmth of arms wrapping around her and a firm grasp on her ass, another on the crease of her opposite thigh. she kept one hand on her ass as the other trailed inward, teasingly slowly. Her fingers swept closer to her heat. She burst into a wicked smirk upon feeling the slickness already coating the older woman’s sensitive inner thigh. Sakura shuddered at the touch, a needy “please…” escaped her lips.
“I don't even have to touch you to make you come…” Tsunade taunted.
“P-please,” Sakura whined, “Tsunade, I need you to-”
She traced a single, languid finger across her wetness. Sakura’s breath hitched in response, blood rushing to her center.
Tsunade studied her flushed face. Her pupils were blown, makeup smudged, lips parted in desperation. Her body screamed out for her touch, impatiently thrusting into her lap. Sakura stared back, admiring the goddess before her as she fell apart underneath her.
She tugged at the delicate lace of her panties, sliding them down around her thighs. Two of her fingers traced lazy circles around her clit. Sakura let out a string of pleading, raspy groans. Slowly, she pressed down on Sakura’s clit with her thumb, applying more pressure gradually. Sakura hummed with pleasure as she let herself come undone beneath Tsunade’s touch.
Suddenly, Tsunade thrust her two fingers into Sakura’s slick heat. She gasped at the unexpected touch. She looked up and cupped Tsunade’s face. She wore a focused, naughty smile as she began pumping her fingers inside of her. Sakura rolled her hips, finding the rhythm of Tsunade’s strokes and quivering when she brushed the spot that was just right.
“Tsunade- more- please…” Sakura panted.
“Use your words,” Tsunade raised a teasing brow, pretending she didn’t know what was being asked of her. She squeezed her ass with her free hand.
“I- need… more- harder-” She cried as she scratched her long nails down her lover’s back. Tsunade slipped a third finger into her, core muscles tightening as she quickened her pace.
Sakura let out a pathetic whimper as Tsunade’s thumb returned to her clit, massaging it as Sakura rutted against her relentless fingers. She watched as the younger woman admired her body, now glistening with sweat. Her hips bucked and her limbs trembled as Tsunade fucked her mercilessly. She choked back guttural moans, remembering just how wrong this whole situation was. No one can find out. No one can hear. But the all-consuming lust she felt and the way Tsunade held commanding eye contact while her skilled fingers worked inside of her was making that really difficult.
Tsunade stretched a fourth finger inside of the pinkette who threw her head back as she pressed up into her walls. She felt her body contracting, clenching, dripping onto her hand, crying out for release. Sakura clutched the woman on top of her, head reeling. The aching between her thighs was becoming too much to bear. Her stomach knotted with desperation. She felt Tsunade’s free hand forcing her chin down to look her in the eye.
“Do you want to come?” She asked cruelly, slowing down the thrusting of her fingers.
“Y- yes! Please- I need-” Sakura begged, cutting herself off with her own frenzied gasping.
“Come for me, Dr. haruno,” Tsunade ordered, returning to her finger’s dizzying pace immediately.
That was it. Sakura nearly screamed out. She trembled wildly, surrendering complete control of her body to the other woman. Her thighs tensed suddenly, back arching, then she felt herself go stiff. Her walls spasmed around Tsunade’s fingers, which continued to coax her through her orgasm. The heat that coiled in her abdomen released, spreading through her body.
She collapsed onto the bed, shaking and breathing in pants. Tsunade stroked her tousled hair as she rested her head on her shoulder. Sakura felt herself relax at the unexpected tenderness. She couldn’t believe what just happened. She’d just had sex. With a woman. Not just any woman, but Tsunade fucking Senju. And it was amazing.
Sakura took in one last deep, satisfied breath and sat up to face her. She stared at the other woman’s flushed face. Her accomplished smile beaming up at her. She tucked a strand of Tsunade’s hair behind her ear and pulled her into a warm kiss.
“Thank you Dr. Senju,” Sakura teased, voice sensual and thick.
Tsunade chuckled softly, smirking at her own performance.
“You’re the one who gets off on the titles.”
Sakura bashfully broke eye contact, smiling at the floor.
“Well, is it okay if I… returned the favor?” She leaned forward, looking longingly into Tsunade’s eyes.
“It’s only fair…” Tsunade said playfully, “But not with those nails.”
“I had something else in mind…” She toyed with a tendril of the older woman’s hair.
Sakura captured Tsunade’s lips with her own, smirking when she moaned into the kiss, placing her palm against Tsunade’s chest, switching their positions so that she was on top now.
“Lie back for me.”
She said, straddling her hips. It did not take long for Sakura to take charge. She was more than ready to claim her prize. She kicked off her heels and backed Tsunade into the pillows, running her tongue along the Older woman’s teeth and pinning her hands together above her head. She was ready to devour her.
Tsunade’s moans were deep at first as Sakura nipped at her neck. Then, she sank her teeth in and sucked fiercely, causing a higher pitched whimper to escape her lips. Sakura let out a satisfied moan as she thought about the purple bruise she’d marked the woman with.
Sakura brushed her lips across Tsunade’s sharp jawline as she straddled her stomach this time. Tsunade grinned when she felt the familiar wetness press into her abdomen.
“Gonna make you feel good.” She cooed into her ear.
Tsunade shivered as Sakura imposing form shrouded over her, eyes hovering on the faded color on her lips.
“Mmm, we’ll see” She replied defiantly.
“I’ll make sure of it,” Sakura rasped, eyes narrowed. She was desperate to make the woman below her feel good. Tsunade couldn’t help but smile at the younger woman’s desperation, It made her shudder with anticipation. Sakura relinquished her grasp on Tsunade’s wrists. She felt those sharp nails dragging across the skin of her chest. Sakura grasped her breasts firmly, running her fingers over Tsunade’s pert nipples. She sighed deeply at the touch.
Sakura pressed messy, hungry kisses onto the doctor’s collarbone… then down between her breasts… over her taut stomach… her hip bone. She felt Tsunade’s skin prickle as she inched closer to her sex.
“Can I?” Sakura tugged at the black cotton of Tsunade’s panties.
“Go ahead Darling,” She replied, biting her lip as she watched.
Sakura smirked as she noticed the wet patch in the center. Tsunade followed her gaze, Sakura flushed, tearing her eyes away from the entrancing sight of the woman.
“So shy.” Tsunade cooed as Sakura slid the cotton down her legs. She reached her hands down to Sakura’s face, forcing her to make eye contact with her “Come on baby, you can do it.”
“You’re just… just so fucking gorgeous… I just want to worship you…”
“why don’t you?”
“You’re a goddess. Inhumanly beautiful. Every inch… is so fucking perfect.”
Sakura kissed Tsunade’s inner thighs, making her way to her cunt, looking up at her like she was the most important person in the world as she sucked her clit into her mouth.
“fuuuccck, just like that.” She said in a breathy moan, Sakura relished in the fact she made her moan.
Her tongue began to lap up and down her clit, worshipping it as she moaned against it, Sakura watched in satisfaction as the woman’s muscles tightened in response to her. She flicked her tongue faster, suckling her more vigorously. The sweet sound of Tsunade’s moans only aroused Sakura further.
The blonde gripped the white linen beneath her. The pressure in her core made her hips twitch and grind against Sakura’s tongue as she whispered out praises. Her other hand entangled itself in Sakura’s hair, pressing her face harder against her sopping heat.
Sakura felt her heart swell with confidence, her pulse quickening as she tirelessly worked at the woman beneath her. She met Tsunade’s hazel eyes and watched as her face twisted with pleasure. she watched adoring as the gorgeous woman fell apart on her tongue. The sight chipped away at what was left of her composure. A surge of heat pooled in her center, threatening to send her over the edge.
“Sakura—….I’m-” Tsunade sputtered. Her moans turned to a series of high pitched whimpers. She writhed at the relentless touches, her grip on the sheets and Sakura’a hair tightening even further.
“Gonna cum, gonna cum on that pretty face.” She purred as she used Sakura’s face to get off.
She swirled her tongue, encircling her clit. Tsunade pressed Sakura’s tongue against her harder as she desperately thrust her hips. Sakura sucked on her swollen flesh, grazing her teeth over her most sensitive area, causing Tsunade to cry out as a wave of pleasure rocked through her. She felt herself throbbing against Sakura’s tongue, her muscles contracting, eyes rolling back as she succumbed to the release. Her needy moans trailed off into shattered breaths as Sakura prowled above her. She wiped off her glistening chin before leaning down to give Tsunade a deep kiss. She tasted herself on the other woman’s tongue.
Sakura laid down at Tsunade’s side, resting her head on the younger woman’s chest and gazing up at her affectionately. Tsunade leaned down to press a soft kiss on her forehead. The afterglow of their evening burned bright on their cheeks.
“that was…”
“Amazing.”