Day 5: Ice
Author: @the-real-kakashisgf Pairing: ItaSaku Additional Tags: established relationship, dominant!Itachi, canon-divergent
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The icicle in Sakura’s hand was a breath away from the back of her husband's neck when she abruptly found herself facing him instead, her ass on the table, his hips between her thighs. He held her wrist aloft, and she felt the melting ice water drip down her palm as his dark eyes stared into hers.
"And exactly what, pray tell, were you planning to do with this, my dear?" Itachi asked in the low, dangerous tone that had first attracted her. And, just like that time, when she'd found him near death in the rubble, Sakura ignored his unspoken threat.
"You've been working so hard; I thought you'd enjoy the cooling sensation," she answered innocently.
He considered her. "Sensation, hmm?"
His gaze traveled to the ice in her hand, and after a moment, he drew her arm slowly toward her neck. Sakura's fingers instinctively twitched as if to drop the icicle, but Itachi pressed his thumb warningly against her pulse.
"You expect me not to return your thoughtfulness?" he drawled, smirking.
Without awaiting a response, he ghosted the tip of the ice over the skin below her chin. Sakura hissed sharply, automatically tilting her head back to avoid the biting cold, but Itachi didn't allow her to escape—his other hand came up to grip her hip, and as he trailed the ice down her arched neck to the dip of her collarbone, he tugged her closer, close enough that she could feel his burgeoning erection through their clothes.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she accused, even as her fingers snuck under his shirt.
"I am indeed," Itachi murmured, then nipped her ear. "Remove your sweater."
The heat of his breath at her jaw danced with the chill of the ice as it reached her sternum to create a delicious contrast that swirled low in her abdomen, and the added thrill of being in such a submissive position ensured that Sakura didn't refuse his order.
Itachi lost no time using her own hand to anoint each of her breasts with frigid water, and before long, her leggings followed her sweater to the floor. When he finally took the icicle from her, he nudged it past the elastic of her panties. Her breath caught, and he encouraged her to angle her hips upward before sliding the tip down until the cold hovered teasingly over her mound.
Sakura couldn't help looking. Her underwear was wet where the frozen point tented it, but she knew that that wasn't only because of the melting icicle, and, blushing, she felt Itachi watching her as he finally pressed it to her clit.
Cold.
It was so cold, but somehow, with each pass of the hard ice over her sex, her arousal grew. Itachi curled his fingers inside her, thrusting alongside the icicle on her clit, and when he took her mouth in a deep kiss, she was done, falling apart around him.
"Not fair," she panted dazedly against his lips.
"I know," he agreed. "Bedroom?"