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The first time Obito had bitten you during sex, you’d thought it was just an accident. It had been pretty painful, but nothing you couldn’t handle.The second time he bit you, you were caught a little off guard at the sharp pain, but assumed it was some sort of kink.The third time, he drew blood. And that hurt like a bitch. But it also, for some reason, turned you on. He’d nursed the wound with his tongue as he thrusted into you vigorously.When he pierced you again for the fourth time, you actually let out a loud moan. He took that as an invitation to literally suck your fucking blood. Admittedly, you hadn’t expected that. You hadn’t really outlined that in your agreement when you established your friends with benefits type of relationship. However, when he had done it, it made your head spin and your orgasm so intense that you screamed his name so loud his neighbors called the cops.And now, as he ravished your body with his slick tongue, you promised yourself not to sound so distressed if he did it again. You wanted to feel his sharp teeth penetrate your skin again. How they had gotten so sharp, you had no idea. They looked normal enough, but they definitely felt different. It confused but intrigued you. More than anything though, you wanted to ride that wave again.You’d never felt anything like it in your life.He let out a groan as you slid your hand down his chiseled body and grasped onto his thick cock. He immediately thrust his tongue into your open mouth. His fingers toyed with your clit and he slid the other hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. His fingers brushed over the scar he had given you the last time. His cock jerked in response.“I’m going to have to punish you for those pictures you sent me last week,” he hissed into your mouth, his grip growing tighter. “I can’t believe you fucking teased me like that. You goddamn crazy woman.” You giggled into the nape of his neck as he shifted your legs to wrap around him. You spit into your palm and rubbed it on the base of his dick. He released his hold on your neck to allow you to breathe.“I miss your cock the most when you’re on work trips,” you whispered as you sucked on his neck. “Not even my fingers can replace you.” Your red face began to normalize as you took some deep breaths.“Of course they can’t,” he growled, plunging his fingers into your wet cunt. “You’re made for me. And only me.” You smirked at his newfound possessiveness before pumping his dick even faster, tightening your grip. You let out a loud moan as he entered a third finger. He once again captured your lips in a searing kiss. One of his hands began to flick at your nipple, causing even more heat to pool at your core.You were nearly ready, and judging by Obito’s stiff cock, he had been for awhile.“When will you be ready for me to fuck you, (Name)?”“Bite me first,” you ordered, not stopping your stroking.You felt his dick harden even more.“What did you say?” He demanded, pulling his fingers out of you.You grinned suggestively. “Bite me, Obito.” He cocked a brow, but his ravenous gaze was directed at the spot he’d sunk his teeth in you before.“I don’t think you understand what you’re saying,” he started rubbing your clit again, bringing one of his hands towards your breasts. You took your hand from his cock and placed it at the nape of his neck.“I want you to fucking bite me. What’s there to understand?” He kissed you feverishly and groaned into your mouth as your words truly sunk in.The last time had been an accident - a lapse in his restraint. He had been in the midst of his ecstasy when he sank his teeth into you before, and he had accidentally marked you.If he kept it as a one time mistake, you might be able to combat the blood pact he had made with you. However, if he did it twice…“If I do this again,” he panted into your lips, mind dizzying from the pleasure of your wet hand. “You will be mine for all eternity.”You furrowed your brows, and actually stopped your hand motions. “What the fuck are you talking about?”He used that moment to bury his dick into you. You let out a dramatic gasp that sent warmth down his body. “Oh fuck! Obito!” You moaned as he slammed into again. Your head lolled back as he bottomed out within you. “Fuck it,” you groaned. “Bite me!”He nearly came right then, and in order to stop himself, he lowered his lips to the scar he had left last time. He hesitated for a second, licking the skin and peppering kisses upon it to stall. “I swear to fucking god Obito!” You panted.Your aggression regarding him marking you sent a shiver down his spine as he continued to pummel into you. He waited a second more, and finally he bit down.You let out an erotic scream as his sharp teeth pierced your skin. You gripped his forearms and noticed his body temperature had gone unnervingly cold. Your mind was too hazy to linger on the sensation of his skin; he began sucking, lapping, and damn near whimpering in pleasure as the taste of copper hit his tongue. Your sounds of desperation were bringing him closer to the edge sooner than he had anticipated, so he slowed his pace.The pain of his bite mixed with the pleasure of the licking and sucking drove you mad. Somehow, all thoughts of anything else had emptied your mind and all you could think about was how well his cock fit your pussy and the tingling sensation that spread throughout your body. He was now thrusting agonizingly slow, but your climax grew ever closer. Your clit felt as if it was being stimulated without his touch, and your body twitched and jerked at each of his movements. You never stopped moaning.He continued to suck. Like you, his mind was blank except for the hunger he felt for you and your body. He sped up his thrusts, filling you completely each time. Your moans were driving him wild, and your fingers flew to his back to rake your nails across the pale flesh.He was getting carried away - he knew that. You started panting heavier than normal, and he struggled to tear himself away from you.And ultimately, he failed.Obito’s fingers flew to your clitoris, his other hand palming at your breast. He picked up his pace once again, chasing the orgasm he craved. He never broke from your neck, sucking all he could and soaking in the sounds it brought from you.It happened in the span of seconds. Your body jerked and your cunt tightened on him. You let out shrieks of his name. He managed to rip his teeth from your flesh and pound into you as he felt himself on the brink of climax.You screamed as he slammed into your cunt mercilessly. The hand that had been tending to your breasts moved back around your throat, and with the lack of oxygen and loss of blood you began to feel dizzy.And then you came again, clawing at his back and screaming his name.Obito came undone with a groan, using the hand on your throat to prop himself up. His hand was now covered in your crimson, and when you weakly opened your eyes, you could swear his eyes glinted red.He collapsed, rolling over next to you. You panted heavily and your vision blurred. Obito let out a deep breath before taking your pulse.He almost sighed in relief. You would be fine.“What… are you doing?” You nearly slurred. Your vision blurred again. You assumed your eyes were playing tricks on you as you noticed the red color in his eyes once again.“Making sure you’ll live,” he muttered. “I got a bit carried away.”“What do you….”Your eyes slid shut. You assumed it was from slight asphyxiation and maybe exhaustion.“(Name).”“Yeah…” you breathed. Obito pressed his lips softly to your own, the first gentle thing he had ever done.Gentle wasn’t like him. You felt your stomach drop from uneasiness as you slipped into unconsciousness.“I’m a vampire, and now you’re mine.” He eyed the small pool of blood that now stained the otherwise purely white sheets. “Forever.”

----- CHAPTER BREAK -----

Feminine laughter came from the speaker of his phone as the screen lit up with a video of you sitting on the couch. You had a beer in hand - an 805 to be precise as you refused to drink beer that wasn’t up to your standards taste wise, he knew that about you - and a lopsided grin on your face. More laughter came from your lips as the camera zoomed in on you. You were sitting in a circle of your female friends, each one of them holding their respective drinks.

It was obvious that you had just gotten back from clubbing. You were all dressed well with faces full of makeup.

Dark brows furrowed. Why had Anko sent him this?

“Alright, alright!” You started. “Your turn, Ino. Fuck, marry, kill: Deidara, Sai, and Kiba.” Ino’s face crinkled up.

“Seriously, (Name)? Deidara is like a brother to me!” The group erupted in laughter again. “Ugh, fine. Fuck Kiba, marry Sai, and kill Deidara.” The next couple of seconds of the video were taken by loud laughter and yelling by the women in the room.

“Your turn, (Name). Fuck, marry, kill: Shisui, Naruto, and Neji.” You grimaced in a similar fashion to the girl before you. At the mention of his name, his brow cocked.

Now he understood why Anko had sent it to him. But he was your best friend, of course you were gonna choose to “marry” him. There was no way you’d “fuck” him, or “kill” him. As you took a minute to contemplate, he felt himself smirk at the ridiculousness of the situation. He might have a word with you if you chose to kill him.

“Kill Neji, marry Naruto, and fuck Shisui.” His eyes widened and the various expressions of surprise in the video echoed his own thoughts.

“Are you serious? Aren’t you like best friends?” Sakura asked as she poured some dark liquor in a small glass, handing it to you.

“Well, yeah,” you started, a slight slur to your voice. “From what I’ve heard though, he’s like really good in bed. I can’t say I haven’t wondered what it would be like.”

“To be frank, she wants to fuck him!” Izumi spoke as she took her own shot glass from Sakura’s hand.

You laughed in response.

“I’m not saying that. I’m just saying that if he if he suddenly got the urge to fuck me raw with my head pushed into the mattress, I wouldn’t say no.”

As the other girls in the video expressed their surprise at your crudeness, the camera flicked back to Anko’s cheeky expression.

“You’re welcome,” she whispered into the camera.

Shisui brought his beer up to his his lips as they were pursed with a smirk.

He slid down and went to Anko’s name, replying to her message.

Well damn. Does she know you were recording her?

Anko’s response was practically immediate.

Nope. We’ve been playing this game since we got back. They keep giving her your name now. ;)

Send me more.

Aye aye, captain!

“Oi!” Naruto yelled, gathering Shisui’s attention. Shisui looked up from his phone. “Tonight is a no phone night, asshole! Put it away.”

“Sorry.” Shisui slipped his phone back in the pocket of his jeans slightly reluctantly and picked up the ping pong ball. He looked to his left, and in the next room Sasuke and Kiba were clicking away on their PS4 controllers, beer bottles forgotten.

“Are the girls having fun?” Itachi asked as he watched Shisui toss the ball into the solo cup across from him effortlessly.

“I’d say so,” Shisui started, a smirk on his face as Naruto groaned loudly.

“What was that video?” Itachi inquired, noticing Shisui’s change in demeanor.

“It’s nothing, cousin.” His phone dinged as Itachi finished his turn.

Shisui slipped it out of his pocket again, voicing an insincere apology to Naruto. Itachi joined him as he opened the next Snapchat.

“Okay (Name),” Anko’s voice came from behind the camera. She was holding it an an inconspicuous angle, but he could still see you lounging on the couch nonchalantly. “Fuck, marry, kill: Shisui, Lee, and Kakashi.”

There was no hesitation in your response. “Kill Lee, marry Kakashi, and fuck Shisui.” Itachi made a hum of surprise at your answer and Shisui couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“This is the third time you’ve chosen to fuck Shisui. Can someone tell him, please? We’ve gotta get this girl some dick!” Tenten exclaimed with a drunken laugh.

“Yes please!” You agreed, standing up one excitement. “Get me some of that Uchiha dick. It’s apparently so good that it’s got Izumi totally dick-whipped.”

“I am not!” She protested, standing and pointing her finger at you. “You’re already dick-whipped and you haven’t even fucked him yet!” This little argument caused both Uchiha boys to laugh.

“If I haven’t fucked him how is that even possible? Admit it, you’d dip out right now if Itachi texted you for a quickie.”

“I-“

The video cut short at that point.

Sorry boss. Hinata started watching me so I had to cut it short.

No problem. Thanks, Agent Mitarashi. You’ve exceeded expectations.

Just trying to help a couple of friends out ;)

Shisui laughed and exited out of his app, ignoring Naruto’s irritated expression as he put it back in his pocket. Itachi took out his own phone as Shisui shot his turn.

Shisui figured it was to text Izumi for a quickie.

The rest of the night passed with Anko sending Shisui a total of four more Snapchat videos.

In one video, you proudly and drunkenly stated that you would, with 100% certainty, suck Shisui’s dick. Another video was sent with you describing your favorite sex positions. The third video contained a rather coarse way of you saying that you wanted him to go down on you, and the last video was you jokingly talking about calling him daddy.

By four in the morning, he had passed out on the floor next to Sasuke whom he had been playing against in Super Smash Brothers. Itachi was asleep on the couch.

When he woke up, he found his phone had died and Itachi had left.

“Oi,” he grumbled, shaking Sasuke awake. “Do you want me to drop you off at home or are you gonna get a ride later?”

“I’ll just stay here,” Sasuke grumbled. “We’re just going to come back here later anyways.” He rolled over, signaling the end of the conversation.

Shisui ignored his slight headache and searched for his keys. Twenty minutes later, he finally found them - they were on Naruto’s kitchen counter in his hat, where he had specifically put them in order not to forget them.

He let out an annoyed huff as he shoved his hat on backwards and trudged out the door. He turned on his car and plugged in his phone. He started backing out of the driveway. His heart jumped and he quickly slammed on the brakes as a car sped in front of the driveway.

He almost got irritated, but he quickly realized it was you. Your words from last night came to mind as you rolled down your passenger window.

“Hey! I forgot my house keys!”

How you could even look him in the face without blushing right now was beyond him. You had gotten pretty graphic last night.

“Well I’m obviously leaving, genius. I could’ve slammed into you!” He called back.

“I didn’t know. Your phone kept going to voicemail.”

“I forgot to charge it last night. Get out of the way and we can go home!” He bellowed, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Yes, father,” you mocked, rolling up your window and pulling away.

Shisui was positive that you weren’t aware of how ironic it was that you’d called him that.

A couple of minutes passed before he pulled next to your car in the driveway of your shared house.
You got out of your car, still in your dress from last night. Your makeup was half off and your hair was pulled into a tight ponytail. You were holding your heels in one hand and walked on the tip of your toes to avoid the hot concrete.

Shisui scoffed. “You didn’t even take your makeup off?”“Shut up, jerk.” You grumbled as you shifted from foot to foot, trying to avoid the scalding hot pavement while he unlocked the door.“Could we call this your walk of shame?” He teased you as you rushed by him to get into the house. You sighed in relief as you felt the coolness of the air-conditioned entryway.“I didn’t leave with anyone last night, so not really. I thought you knew that type of stuff, Shishi.” You threw your high heels into the pile of shoes you and Shisui had next to the door. He slipped his own off and placed them neatly besides yours.“More than you. It was a joke, (Name).” He followed you into the kitchen. You immediately searched through the fridge, grabbing a carton of eggs.“Hungry, Shishi?” You asked, reaching for the loaf of bread and popping two into the toaster.He almost responded with a cheeky “yeah, for you” but settled on a simple “yes” due to the fact you were completely unaware that your not-so-subconscious attraction for him was mutual. He also ignored that annoying nickname.“I’m gonna go take a shower first,” Shisui spoke as he removed his hat and set his keys on the table. “Don’t worry about it if it gets cold.”“Suit yourself,” you spoke with a shrug. You began to hum a soft tune as he exited the kitchen and walked towards your shared bathroom. He took his shirt off, took a short glance at himself to admire his gym progress, and stripped down. He started the water and made sure that it was luke-warm before getting in.His mind started to wander.You two were the textbook definition of best-friends. You hadn’t met each other until high-school, but you had immediately clicked. The three classes you two had together became his favorite, and when you joined the track and field team, he was ecstatic to train with you. You rarely spent time apart after school or on the weekends, and when you had both graduated, you’d moved in together. You even took the majority of your college classes together. Many people along the way had assumed you were dating, and he had always found you attractive, but it just hadn’t gotten that far because neither of you were single at the same time.You had seen each other through break ups and makeups, one-night stands and summer flings. He’d actually fist-fought your most recent ex-boyfriend at a party last week for making objectifying comments about you after you had broken up with him. Not to mention the fact that you’d broken up with him because he demanded you move out of your safe haven with Shisui. You loved living with him, and if anyone wanted to be with you they’d just have to accept that.Hence the reason why both you and him were single now.The more he contemplated over it, the more he realized that there was no better time to make a move. It was obvious now that everything between the two of you was mutual…A loud knock at the door caught his attention.“Dude, get the fuck out! Stop jacking off. I need to get a shower too you know!” He laughed and once again refrained from making an inappropriate comment - “How about you join me?” -
and finished washing up. He turned up the heat of the water cause he knew you liked it hot enough to scald your fucking skin - he had drawn a couple of baths and showers for you in the past - and wrapped the towel around his torso after drying off his hair.He opened the door and called your name and informed you that he was finished and began the trek to his room. You were coming out of your own room at that moment, and your eyes flickered down to his muscular chest.“You’re finally making some progress on bulking up.” You patted his right pec. “Good job, Shishi.”“Haven’t I told you about a thousand times that I’ve outgrown that damn nickname?” He ran his fingers through his damp hair.“What would you rather me call you, then?”Having a conversation with one of you clothed with only a towel wasn’t abnormal for you two. You were housemates after all - things that were odd for typical friends weren’t to you.You were practically setting him up for this shit. “How about daddy, (Name)?” is what he wanted to say. It took all of his goddamned restraint not to - but he didn’t want to necessarily get Anko in any shit with you, so he simply settled for a smirk and patted your right cheek gently.“Not sure you’re ready for that one, (Name).” He sidestepped and opened his bedroom door.“What the fuck does that mean?” You demanded, your hand placed on your hip.

“It means whatever you want it to mean,” he started, shrugging. “The ball’s in your court, babe .” He retreated into his room before you could respond.You grimaced and walked to the bathroom.Thank God you had gotten to his phone before he'd seen your messages. It had kinda sucked in the morning that you hadn't had a way in the house, but it was honest to God better off that his phone had died. In your drunken state, you had sent him dozens of messages about what you wanted him to do to you and vice versa. It didn't help that your friends had been egging you on. You were a bit worried that he had seen them due to his last statement, but you guys were occasionally pretty flirtatious, so it wasn't completely abnormal. Plus all of the texts had been unread when you went to his messages to delete them. You were probably safe.

Probably.

~~~~~~~~

After Shisui ate the breakfast you made him, he sat in the living room and watched TV while scrolling on his phone as it charged. Your ringtone started playing from inside the kitchen, and with a sigh, he got up to retrieve it.
The two of you answered each other's phones often. Sometimes Shisui's mom even called your phone rather than his because it was easier to reach him through you. He didn't always feel like answering his mothers calls.
He looked at the caller ID. It was your brother."Hello?""I swear to God I called (Name) and not you, Shisui."He laughed. "You did. She's in the shower right now but I'll tell her to give you a call later.""Yeah, please do. Mom flipped her shit because she didn't answer her texts last night.""You didn't either, Shikamaru.""Yeah, but you know how my mom is about her.""I'll let her know.""Thanks Shisui."The boys hung up. Shisui went to put your phone back down on the counter but his finger accidentally brushed against your text icon.
He caught a glance of his name and his eyes narrowed as he noticed that he hadn't seen the particular message it was displaying a preview of.His curiosity got the best of him and he pressed the message thread between the two of you.
Wouldn't it feel lovely to have my lips clasped around that cock of yours?

I bet I could give you the best head you've ever had. I could blow your mind.

Oh, Shishi~ I can't even begin to explain how badly I want your head in between my legs. I bet you could make me tremble.

Come pick me up. Let's fuck in your car.

I'll give you pussy anytime you ask.

I really REALLY want your hand around my throat. Choke me while you fuck me and call my name when you cum inside me.

You know I'm on birth control right? I'd totally let you cum inside me.

Every fucking time I see you in a towel I want you to rip it off and bend me over.

Come over here and fuck me, Shishi.

I can't wait to scream your name while you fill me up with that cock of yours.

Come on, I'll even call you daddy.

I know how you like that.

Come on, daddy. Come and fuck me.
Holy shit. Holy shit! Holy shit shit shit shit! Shisui swallowed hard and screenshot those messages. He sent the screenshot to himself, deleting the evidence that he had sent it to himself as well as the screenshot on your phone. He set your phone back down on the counter top. With wide eyes, he retreated back to his spot on the couch. He slipped his shirt off- damn
it had gotten really hot all of a sudden - and let out a heavy exhale, biting his lip. He opened his own texts to search for those incredibly graphic texts you had sent, but couldn't find them. You'd clearly gotten to those texts before he had, which explained why his phone had been plugged in when he came out of the shower.He was sure of at least three things now.One, you definitely had a daddy kink.Two, you talked a good game.Three, you wanted to fuck him.Those were three things he could surely work with. Someone as experienced as he was could undeniably make their way from there to a fling, but he wasn't exactly sure if a fling is what he wanted with you. You were his best friend, that was a fact. But he didn't really know how a relationship would work between the two of you. He knew he wanted to fuck you just as badly as you apparently wanted to fuck him - and this had only made it about ten times worse - but he wasn't sure how to go about it without potentially damaging your relationship.
You surely hadn't hesitated to send him those messages, though. It was true that alcohol was a big factor in you sending those messages, but alcohol made people brutally honest. Considering that, it just meant that you had spoken all of the things that went through your mind while you were sober. Not to mention that look over you had given him earlier.
"You know what? Fuck it. I'm thinking too much," he mumbled to himself as he scrolled through Instagram. From here on out, he'd just make the comments that he had been holding back and see how it progressed.Yeah. That sounded good to him. If it got him laid, it got him laid. If not, he could brush it off as flirting.
The two of you were really
good at flirting.

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As Sasuke had said earlier, all of the boys had ended up back at Naruto's house. The group was preparing to go to the club to celebrate Naruto's birthday. You and your friends were invited along, but you had to join in later. According to your mother, she had something incredibly important for you to help her with regarding your grandfathers will, so you had to take care of it. Shikamaru had gone with you. Both of you promised to come out when your business was finished, so it had been unilaterally decided that they'd have the two of you meet them there.Shisui brushed his fingers through his hair as he scrutinized his appearance in the mirror. He had been pretty meticulous about his outfit - a black button up and some tight, black jeans - because he ultimately came to the conclusion that he was going for it tonight, no holds barred. Itachi watched him as shoved his hands down in his pockets, wearing a red button up himself."Did you iron your shirt?" His eyes shifted to his cousin."No. (Name) did before she left. You know I don't how how to use an iron.""Did you ask her to iron it?"No, she just did it because she told me she didn't want to be out with me looking like a whole ass mess,"
he explained, putting air quotes as he recited your statement from earlier. Itachi shook his head with a crooked smirk."I'm assuming you're going to act on it now?"Shisui looked at Itachi with his head tilted and a mischievous grin on his face as he adjusted his collar. "I'd be stupid not to. Her and I are never single at the same time.""Who are you talking about?" Sasuke asked as he walked in, buttoning up his own shirt.
"(Name), probably," Naruto added, following Sasuke in as he rolled up his sleeves. "He's had the biggest boner for her since he met her." Shisui furrowed his brow."That's-""You can't even deny it dude," Kiba started, leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. "We could all tell.""Alright, there are way too many fucking people in here," Shisui scoffed as he shoved his way through the gathering boys. "But it's also not any of your business. I was talking to Itachi.""I think you've forgotten who's birthday it is, little bitch," Naruto responded with a grin. "But you better get laid for my birthday dude. I would technically be the wing man if you did."
"Just focus on your own sex life, Naruto. It's lacking enough as is," Shisui taunted as he ruffled the younger boys hair. "You need as much concentration on it as possible.""Fuck you.""I'll pass. Sasuke might take you up on it though."Sasuke shot him a glare. "I'm not gay.""I'll believe that when you get a girlfriend," Shisui practically sang, making his way down the hallway and onto the couch. Itachi followed him out and the rest of the boys huddled into the bathroom."Just be sure not to mess this up Shisui," he reminded him. "You two have been friends for too long.""I won't fuck it up, Itachi. She wants it just as badly as I do. Look at this." He went to the picture that he'd sent himself earlier that morning. "This is from her phone. She deleted it from my messages before I could see them."Itachi rose one of his perfect brows. "You went through her phone?""On an accid- you know what, just look at the fucking messages." Itachi read through them with an unaffected expression.
"She was drunk.""Yeah, but drunk words are sober thoughts or whatever. If she doesn't actually want to do anything I won't pursue it, but I mean I have to take a chance." Shisui sighed. "I mean, Naruto wasn't wrong. I have technically wanted her since high school. It's just that things never lined up like they are now."
Just as Itachi was about to respond, Shisui's phone rang. It was Anko. He put her on speaker on a low volume, but loud enough for Itachi to hear."What's up, Agent Mitarashi?"
"Dude, you have
got
to make a move tonight."
"Why is that?""She literally just texted the group chat about how fuckable you'd look if you were wearing the black shirt she ironed for you." Shisui's heart pounded."Are you fucking serious?""Dead ass. I can send you the screenshot if you want.""Send it to me."
"You got it boss."They hung up and not even a moment later, Shisui received a text with a photo of your message.
(Name): If Shisui wears that black shirt I ironed for him today, I don't know if I can take it anymore.

(Name): He's gonna look too good. I cannot fuck my roommate. It's just not right.

Ino: Bitch I swear to God if you don't do something about it, we're gonna tell him for you.

Anko: I am.

(Name): Lmao, you won't though.
Anko: Bet.
Itachi's brows rose. "I don't even know what to say to that.""Honestly, me either," Shisui admitted. "I just know that it's now or never."

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He had absolutely no desire to dance with anyone but you. He humored Naruto though, but moved away from any girl who made an attempt to dance with him. He simply put Naruto in his place, and the younger blonde was enjoying the extra attention immensely. Itachi and Izumi were inseparable, and Sakura had latched herself onto his cousin who had made a couple of half hearted attempts to stave her off. Ino and Sai hadn't moved from one another, and Kiba and Hinata had been dancing most of the time, though Hinata had thrown multiple longing looks Naruto's way. Tenten was enjoying herself as she switched on and off from Neji, Lee was with Temari (at least until Shikamaru got there and demanded his girlfriend back), and Karin had uncharacteristically begun to dance with Kankuro. Gaara, Shino and Anko had spent most of their time at the bar, and Shisui joined them from time to time.
Really, he was just waiting for you. The more he thought about it though, the more he felt like you would reject him. You were horrible when faced with any kind of confrontation. The only way you had gotten boyfriends in the past was because you felt bad for them and gave them a chance. Hence why none of them had worked out for you.And he didn't really want to be a pity fuck. So he'd try for awhile, but if it came down to it and you gave off the vibe that you genuinely didn't want to, he'd relent.His phone vibrated with a text message.
Oi, we're at the entrance. Come get us.

Sure thing.
He threaded through the crowd with moderate difficulty, but he smiled as he finally saw you standing with your younger brother.
"Hey," he greeted you both. "The others are back there. I'll lead the way." Shikamaru watched as Shisui reached for your hand. Shisui didn't waver and you reciprocated the interweaving of your hands, locking arms with your brother. Shisui led you through the crowd, expertly dodging dancing feet. The three of you made it to the group, and Shikamaru quickly took his rightful place behind Temari.
"I was beginning to think you were gonna flake out," Shisui joked as he took you to the bar.
"And miss the chance to see you in a presentable outfit for once? Not a chance." He ordered you a shot of your favorite - Hennessy because you couldn't stand light alcohol - and got himself a shot of Jack.
"You like it?" He inquired, thanking the bartender.
"Well, usually your shirt is off and you're either in pajama pants or sweats, so it is a change of pace," you said with a lighthearted laugh.
"Are you complaining?" He asked as he handed you your shot.
"No, not at all. I enjoy all types of scenery," you said with a grin.
He licked his lips. "Good to hear. How's this, you dance with me, and I'll show you something you've never seen before by the end of the night." You both took your shots and he passed you a glass of coke. "We got a deal?"
"Depends on what you're gonna show me," you spoke, finally recovering from your first shot. He outstretched his arm to bring your ear to his lips."If you call me daddy, I promise you a good time." Your eyes widened and your lips parted in shock at his sudden change in behavior."What?""What do you mean, what? You said you'd call me daddy.
I'm just giving you the opportunity
to blow my mind."
What..?
What?!?
Did that mean he'd received your texts? Did that mean he-Wait... Was he actually cool with it?
"Are you saying-""You talked a lot of shit for someone who just froze up over one word. Maybe you don't have a daddy kink after all?""Shishi, what is this about?" You asked with your heart pounding.He rolled his eyes. That dumb fucking nickname again.“Forget it,” he said with a shrug. “If you’re gonna play dumb, then I will too.” He took your hand again. “You could at least dance with me though. At least then I’ll have you bent over in some fashion.” You were rendered speechless as he tugged you out to the dance floor. He positioned you against his body, wrapping his arms around your waist as tight as he could, and pulled you into him as he swayed. You moved with him, though you were still stunned, and you smiled sheepishly at your brother as he made eye contact with you.
You really hadn't expected Shisui to be so forward.
"You shouldn't have worn this dress you know," he whispered in your ear. "It's riding up." He pulled it down your thighs more. "If you were dancing with anyone but me, they would've surely taken advantage of that."
You groaned. "This has the be the second worst day of my life," you responded. "Only the day I met you trumps this one.""I wish I could relate," he responded as his hand smoothed over your hip. "But only a stubborn woman like you could deny how much you truly like me." You groaned and leaned your head back on his shoulder."You couldn't have been normal and just pretended not to see those texts, could you?"
"If you haven't noticed, I'm trying to do the both of us a favor here.""Oh my God, Shishi. Are you even real? Like, is this really happening right now?" You turned your head to look at him as he loosened his grip on you.
"Listening to the two of you talk is so painful I think my ears are bleeding," Sasuke spoke loudly as he walked towards the bar. Sakura trailed after him."It's probably just the music, cousin," Shisui responded as he brought you into him again."Can you just be normal for one day, Shishi? One day?!" You pleaded, your heart hammering against your chest. God, you were mortified. You thought you'd deleted all evidence of your little slip up."I don't know why you're being so resistant. You can't talk shit to me and then expect me not to take you up on the offer. You literally told me to choke you and to cum inside you. Literally no one I've ever been with had the balls to say those things to me." You groaned as your face heated up.
You really should've let Tenten take your phone last night."Can you please stop talking and just dance? Your voice irritates the shit out of me."
"Have you forgotten who I am? It's entirely impossible for me to be quiet. And why aren't you wearing black? I thought we were supposed to color coordinate." You closed your eyes in irritation.
"I'm seriously going to punch you.""I mean, that seems like the only physical contact I'll get from you tonight, so I'll take it." You rolled your eyes so hard they went into the back of your head. You still couldn't help but smile though."Shut up and dance.""Grind on me then." Despite your embarrassment, you finally bent over and set your hands on your knees. You began to move your hips to the beat and he followed your lead. He pulled your dress down again, to which your face reddened once more. The two of your danced for what felt like an hour before Shisui broke and offered to buy you another drink. You accepted and followed him to the bar. He leaned forward so that the people around wouldn't hear. "So are we just not going to address the fact that you literally told me to cum inside you?"
"I know this is dramatic, but I'd seriously rather set myself on fire than talk about that right now."
"Um, well I can't say that I'm surprised by that." Shisui handed you your second shot. "But listen, since you really want me to drop it, I will. Just know that my bed is always open to you." You looked at him incredulously."Have you thought out anything you've said so far tonight? Like, at all?" He shrugged.
"Didn't have to. I expected you to say no." Your brows furrowed."Then why were you trying so hard? Isn't it ruining your time that I keep saying no?""What, you can't tell that I'm having a great time? I really just wanted to see if you'd keep to all the shit that you talked, but you're too scared so it's fine. I don't wanna pressure you into doing anything you don't want to do." He took a sip of the mixed drink he'd ordered and made a face. "This is disgusting." He wiped his mouth with the cuff of his sleeve. "I hate mixed drinks. Try it."
You looked at him incredulously. "You just told me you hated it but expect me to drink it?"
"Yeah." He ordered a shot for himself. "You like that fruity bullshit." You took your shot and chased it with his soda. He took his right after yours, grimacing when he realized you'd taken his chaser. "Thanks for that."
"Oh, now you're being sassy." You poked his nose. "I don't appreciate that shit, Shishi.""I'm just going to pretend you didn't call me that.""Oh, so
now
you can play pretend. How come you couldn't do that earlier?"

He let out a small laugh. "Because it didn't benefit me at the time." You took a drink of the mixed beverage he didn't like."What're you talking about? This is great."
He shrugged. "You like nasty things." You rolled your eyes as he smirked. "Hurry up and drink that. I want to go dance again."
You took your time.
There was something about annoying him that really, really entertained you. Especially tonight, seeing as he seemed to live for your mortified expression each time he hinted towards something you had texted him.
But he had hit it right on the nail when he had assumed you were scared.Essentially, that was why you were rejecting him. You had heard stories of what he could do to women in the bedroom - hell, you'd even heard it firsthand. As amazing as it sounded, he was way more experienced than you. Yeah, you'd had a couple of boyfriends and a few flings here and there, but what you'd done so far had taken little to no skill. You'd basically only performed the way you had seen women do things in porn, and it had done you well so far. You knew when it came to him - actually, if it came to him - you would have nothing to fall back on. Your nerves would get the best of you, and you'd seriously make yourself look like an idiot. You already looked stupid enough sending him those risque texts, and you'd only look worse if you actually went through with anything you had said in them.Even though it was seriously, incredibly tempting.
You could tell he knew exactly what to do just from the way his hands coasted over the ridges of your tight dress - never too high and never too low. Judging by the movement of his hips, he was well versed in not only dancing, but much more. You were genuinely incredibly impressed - and intimidated - by the way
he moved. It was to be expected though, since he was who he was.It was evident that Naruto was thoroughly enjoying his night. Sakura was bent down before him, grinding to the beat of the song. Your other friends were engaged similarly. Your eyes traveled to Anko who was dancing with a blonde girl that you didn't know. She gave you a wink.
All of a sudden, it all made sense.He might not have seen your texts, but Anko had
seriously gone through with telling him.
So now not only would you look stupid to Shisui, you'd look stupid in front of all of your friends if you didn't do something.
You remembered how badly they had teased you last night for not acting on your attraction when the two of you lived together. If you were mortified now, you'd be even more mortified for the next few years because you knew
they would never let you live it down.
With that thought process on repeat in your mind, it sent a surge of boldness through you. You allowed the adrenaline to motivate you. You turned towards Shisui so that you were pressed up against his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked at you with a pleasantly surprised smirk, settling his hands on your hips.

"Have a change of heart, babe?""Get me one last shot and I'll have enough courage to go through with this.""Won't that be too many, (Name)?""No. I'm still pretty sober." Shisui brushed a couple strands of your hair behind your ear."What do you say we do some drinking at home, then?" You slid your hands up the front of his shirt, feeling his toned abdomen through the fabric. He bit his lip and smirked again. "Oh, (Name). We are getting the fuck out of here."
He grabbed your hand and the two of you wove through the throngs of people. You almost felt bad for leaving them without saying goodbye, but you assumed they'd understand when they found out who you left with.
Sorry Naruto.He walked you to his car, his arm tightly around your waist. You shivered at the biting breeze, and before long, the passenger door to his vehicle was open and he was ushering you inside.
Neither of you had really drank that much, so you knew he was fine to drive. He placed his hand gently on your bare thigh before starting his car and taking off."(Name), I just want you to know that if at any time tonight you get uncomfortable, tell me and I will stop immediately, no questions asked." You felt yourself smile. Really, he was such an idiot."I already look stupid enough, Shishi. If I told you to stop-""No, (Name). I mean it."
You couldn't help but turn your face away from him. "I appreciate it."He took your hand from your lap and placed a kiss on top of it. "I want to make this as pleasurable as possible for you. I need to make sure that you feel comfortable with me."
Your face burned at his affection. "I do. There's probably no one else that I'd feel this comfortable with. But Shishi..."That stupid fucking nickname..."Yeah?""I don't know if I'll have the courage to do all of the things I said I'd do.""That's fine," he eased, rubbing your hand with his thumb. "I don't want you to feel like you have to."For some reason, his words skyrocketed your heart rate.He was being so sweet. It was almost sickening how sweet he was being, and you felt like you were melting quite literally. Your body relaxed, and you leaned back into the passenger seat of his car, content with just holding his hand.
You would've never imagined him being so... gentle.
He pulled his car into your driveway, noticing yours was in its spot still. Figuring Shikamaru had driven the two of you, he said nothing but went to go open your door for you.He always opened your doors. It wasn't like this was something that was new, but even still, it made your heart race.
He unlocked the door to the house and led you to the couch, turning on the television and filling the silence with small talk. He got out the bottle of Hennessy that the two of you kept in the freezer and two 805's from the fridge.
He opened the beers and poured each of you a shot.
"Hey, do you mind if I change into something more comfortable?" You asked, reaching for your shot glass. He gave you a look."I mean, it is your house too. Go ahead." You took your shot, chasing it with the beer and standing.
"Uh, thanks."
You weren't sure why you even asked. The two of you had movie nights and times where you'd just chill and drink, too.
You really were making this weird.
Cursing yourself out mentally, you shuffled into your room and slipped into some pajamas. You took a wipe to remove all of your makeup and after giving yourself a look over, you sighed.Why had you changed? How were you supposed to look sexy in this? You should've just-"(Name), if you're overthinking things, I might have to scream."
He was leaning against your doorway with his drink in hand. He placed his beer on your desk and sauntered over to you. "You know that you don't need makeup or dresses to be attractive to me, right? I've lived with you for years now. I've seen you dressed, I've seen you without makeup, I've seen you crying, I've seen you in your pajamas, and I've seen you naked. I still want you." He tugged on your baggy pajama pants. "Even if these are mine and probably about two sizes too big for you."
You couldn't help but marvel at him as he looked down at you with admiration shining in his optics. This had turned out to go down a path that you hadn't expected at all.
"Why are you saying these things?" You asked nervously."I don't want you to feel self conscious. You're my best friend," he explained with a shrug.
Before he could even register what had happened, your lips were upon his. Your hands were gripping the collar of his shirt tightly, and your eyes were closed. He took a second to observe your face - the face he had always imagined kissing - and finally, passionately kissed you back. You stalked towards him, forcing him to step backwards until he hit the side of your bed. He went to sit, bringing you down with him and wrapping your legs around his waist. You found that you were more eager than you had anticipated, however your trembling fingers struggled to undo the buttons of his shirt. You cursed and he chuckled, assisting you in removing his shirt.
He threw it to the side as you ran your hands up and down his body -
God you had always wanted to do that -
and placed a kiss on the side of his neck. His breath hitched, and you grew ever bolder at the sound. You began to suck at the flesh there, soothing it with your tongue and lips ever so often. His hands had flown up to your breasts, and he kneaded at them while you tended to the growing red marks on his neck. He growled lowly as you gently nipped at him.
"I think you should slow down, (Name)," he almost panted. "You won't be able to handle it if I get too worked up so soon."
"Why does that sound like a challenge to me?" You spoke between kisses that you trailed up his strong neck.
He smirked.
There
you were. That was the girl he knew. "Maybe it is," he retorted as he began to lift up your shirt. "And you put these on for nothing."
Your hands flew to his belt the second he pulled off your shirt. You managed to undo it without too much issue though your hands were still shaking, and you tossed it to the side. You shifted your position so that you were sitting in the middle of the bed, and he crawled to follow you. He undid his pants, finding that they were much too tight for the situation, and threw them away haphazardly. You watched as his hungry eyes soaked in your naked torso. "Damn, (Name)." He gently pushed you down. "For some reason, I'm suddenly jealous of everyone that got to see you like this before me." You blushed at his words, and before you could respond, his lips were attached to one of your nipples, his hand tugging your pants down. Finally getting them low enough, he began to toy with your clit through what he noticed was a thong. You immediately moaned at the contact - his way of touching you was much more thorough than yours, you could tell that already - and gripped at his forearm. You felt heat begin to pool between your legs, and he slowly pushed your panties to the side, waiting for any signs of hesitation.When you gave none, a single finger dove past your folds and he continued to play with your clit. You moaned and he felt his cock harden immediately.He had dreamed of this, wished for this, wanted this - he had pleasured himself in the shower to the thought of you. You never knew that he'd think of you every time he'd jerk off.You had the most beautiful moans. He entered a second finger into your impossibly tight cunt and you let out more melodious sounds. They were driving him to the point of dizziness. He wanted you so badly - he was so tempted to throw your body into the mattress and fuck you mercilessly, but he had promised that he'd take care of you. At least, he had promised that to himself.
"What's wrong,
daddy?
Why are you holding back?" He immediately broke from your breast to respond."I hope you know what you just said, and what it might do.""I know exactly what I said, daddy. And I want your mouth, not your fingers."

Holy shit.

He didn't miss a beat. "Who am I to deny my baby girl that pleasure?" He reveled in the seductive expression on your face, and descended lower.He pulled your pants and panties off, throwing them to the side. He dove in as if he was starved, lapping and sucking, enhancing the feeling with his fingers.
You were a fucking goddess. The sounds you made were like none he had ever heard, and he found that your taste was addicting. He kept going back for more, never breaking to breathe, never stomping the pumping of his fingers. You buried your fingers into his dark hair, mind hazed over with ecstasy. God he was so good, God he knew what he was doing. He was driving you absolutely mad, and when you caught sight of how he had started jerking himself off, your cunt started aching to be filled with something more.He had practiced this moment so many times in his mind, but nothing could compare to the real thing. You were trembling, coming undone from the work of his mouth and fingers. He tightened his hold on his dick, feeling your pussy tighten around his fingers."Oh, daddy. Daddy I'm gonna- I'm-!"
And you came.
You shouted, writhed, moaned. Nothing stopped him from continuing his motions, and just as you were coming down from your unearthly orgasm, his cock entered you.He was met with mild resistance and hissed as you let out a sharp gasp.He started telling himself not to lose control. He begged himself. He couldn't lose it, or you would-"Move, Shisui."
Hearing you say his actual name turned him on just as much as hearing the word
daddy
slip past your sinful lips.
He obliged.
He slammed into you, filling you up entirely. You let out the sexiest sound as he pummeled into you again - and again, and again. You were calling him daddy, telling him how good his cock felt deep inside your wet pussy, telling him that you had wanted him, wanted
your daddy
for so long."Fuck, (Name), if you keep talking like that, I really will cum inside you," he groaned as he sheathed himself in your cunt, putting your legs over his shoulders."Do it, daddy. I want your cum inside me. All of it. Make me yours."
He had to stop. He closed his eyes to regain his composure, but immediately missed the erotic expression your face contorted into when he slammed into you. So he opened his eyes and fucked you again - mercilessly.
He was hardly hanging on at this point, biting down on his lip as you whimpered, moaned, begged for him to cum in you. He let out the longest string of curse words you had ever heard in your life before lifting up your hips."You'll regret saying that to me, baby girl. I'm going to fill up that delicious pussy of yours."
You saw stars. Each thrust he made next had you crying out a mixture of his name and
daddy, and at that moment, he couldn't have given less of a fuck that he might've actually became one. He continued fucking you, feeling his orgasm building up and knowing yours was close too.
The moment you cried out his name, he was gone. He dropped your hips, pounding you into the mattress as you came. He felt his own climax approach, and you let out a deep gasp as you spilled inside of you.
Once he was finished thrusting, he opened his eyes, as he had closed them in the midst of his climax. You were panting, your lips red with abuse, and he smiled.
"I really hope you're actually on birth control," he spoke with a laugh. He pulled out of you. "I'm sorry.""I am," you heaved. A few seconds passed as he surveyed the room for something to clean up with. The closest thing was his shirt, so...He wiped both of you off with his shirt, and you giggled as he made a face.
"Hey, uh, (Name)?" You went to sit up."Yeah, Shishi?"
Oh god. That horrible fucking nickname."I need to tell you something." The eye contact he made with you was so intense, you almost shied away from it.
"Go ahead." It was a little weird to confess his feelings for you right after coming inside of you, especially when the two of you were best friends, but he guessed it could be considered normal for two people like you.Because really, the two of you weren't really normal at all. Not by anyone else's standards, but for the two of you?"I'm in love with you."He wouldn't have it any other way.Your heart slammed against your ribcage. "I- I love you too."And neither would you.

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Shisui let out a heavy huff as he flung his office door open. Your attention snapped from the computer screen on his desk and your lips upturned in a soft smile. You weren’t able to completely take in his disheveled state until your eyes had completely focused on him.He was really late.“Good morning, sir. I had to-““Daddy! Daddy! I gotta go potty!” You watched his eyes close slowly and open again as a little girl that came up to about his waist bounded through the door.You couldn’t help but to smile. You bit your lip in an attempt to stave it off.His tie was undone, his suit jacket was strewn over his arms, and his briefcase was nearly opened. His gigline was completely crooked and his hair was messier than usual. You rushed over to him, taking his jacket and his briefcase from his hands. He breathed out a thanks before looking to the dark haired girl next to him.“We just went potty, sweetheart.”That’s not a phrase you ever expected to hear come from your boss’s mouth.“But I gotta go again!” Her brown eyes shifted onto your form as you walked to the coatrack in the corner of his office after placing his briefcase on his desk. “Who is she, daddy?”“She’s daddy’s helper,” he responded, allowing himself to smile gently.You spun around and gently lowered yourself to your knees, careful not to lift your skirt as you approached her. “Hi honey,” you started with a polite grin. “What’s your name?”“Mayuri,” she responded confidently, placing her hands enthusiastically on her hips as she talked. “Uchiha Mayuri.”“Well it’s wonderful to meet you, Mayuri-sama! My name is (Last Name) (Name).”She gave you an adorably bright grin and then pointed at you, so close to your face it almost touched the tip of your nose. “You’re (Name)! Daddy talks about you all the time!”Shisui, who had finally made his way to his desk, immediately went rigid at her statement. “Only about work, of course,” he insisted, hoping you couldn’t see his pink cheeks over his monitor.You let out a laugh. “Naturally! Now sweetie, your daddy is going to be very busy in a moment, so how about I take you to the bathroom?” She seemed to contemplate over this for a moment before nodding exaggeratedly. You looked to Shisui for permission, and he gave you a curt nod of approval.“Whatcha waiting for, (Name)-chan? Lets go!” She grabbed a hold of your hand and led you into a sprint and outside of her father’s office. Shisui let out a deep breath that he’d been holding since he stepped foot in the building. He rubbed his forehead as he looked over what you’d started on.You’d pushed back all of his morning appointments by an hour and a half. He wouldn’t get any time for a lunch break today, but he occasionally skipped it anyways to finish work so it wasn’t necessarily a problem. You’d gone into his calendar and scheduled four new meetings for him for next week, finished out a proposal that he’d drafted for a partner company, and even wrote him a little note on his notepad at the corner of his desk.
Don’t freak out too much later, okay? It’s my job to help you! I hope your meetings go well. Let me know if you need anything!
As your elegant penmanship stared up at him, he couldn’t help but to smile and sigh again. He’d really hit the jackpot with you. You went above and beyond your assigned duties as his secretary, and you constantly made him snacks, brought him water, and ensured he wasn’t overly stressed. You had even given him shoulder massages on several occasions. You would give him a look over before meetings, brief him on who he was meeting with so he wouldn’t forget, and took notes when he would recap with you afterwards.
To put it bluntly, you were amazing. You did everything he asked for and more . And now you were helping him with his daughter when he couldn’t find a sitter. God, where would he be without you?“I’d probably have gone insane by now,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair. He shook it off and went to stand, properly latching his briefcase and looking at what was first on the calendar.Oh, man. He had a meeting with Senju Enterprises in-“I’m sorry to interrupt your thought process, but you have a meeting in five minutes, sir.” You walked back in, his daughter trailing behind you with your smartphone in her hand. She was completely immersed in the game she’d convinced you to download, and while he was internally praying that she wouldn’t break it, he didn’t have time to voice those thoughts. Your eyes fell to his fingers as he fumbled with the tie. “Would you like me to tie that, Shisui-sama?”Damn, his mind was really just too frazzled right now. “Yes, please. I’m afraid I’m a bit too distracted to do it properly.”Mayuri had planted herself on the black leather couch that was placed to the side of the room. You approached your boss calmly, a direct contrast to how he was feeling right now. As you got closer, he felt static shoot through the air.How you were always so calm, he didn’t know.Your slim fingers wound around the fabric of his scarlet colored tie and knotted it for him. He looked down at you - he couldn’t help himself - and stared at the bare ring finger of your left hand.Maybe one day he’d get the confidence to-“There,” you spoke, patting his chest lightly as you finished. “All done!”He shifted his gaze back to his daughter. While she wasn’t looking at the two of you, he was still a little nervous that she’d catch on. She was too perceptive for her own good.But also… what could he do with her? He had a meeting, so it wasn’t like he could watch her himself like he’d originally planned. He really hadn’t thought this through.“If you’d like me to watch Mayuri-sama for you, I would gladly do so.” His eyes widened at your offer.“Are you serious? I mean…”Well, he definitely trusted you enough. He just didn’t want to burden you with yet another task when you already did so much for him.“Of course I’m serious, Shisui-sama! I would love to keep Mayuri-sama company for today.” You spoke with that polite smile still on your face. Shisui wondered if you ever frowned.“Well, in that case…” He reached into his dress pants pocket and got out his wallet. He took out a crisp, large bill and handed it to you. “Please go ahead and do whatever catches your eye. Keep whatever’s left as well for yourself. I’ll be sure to also reimburse you for mileage and food, so keep track of that too, okay?”Those beautiful eyes that drew him in so deeply widened and he found himself averting his own eyes while swallowing hard.“Shisui-sama, you don’t have to. I just want to help you!”He could swear that his heart grew about four sizes.“Please, go enjoy yourself.” He lowered his voice a bit. “She can be kind of a princess, so if you have any trouble just call me.” You slid your hand gently over his broad shoulder and grinned at him.“I promise I’ll be fine. And I’ll make sure she’s fine too.”“I really appreciate it, (Name). You’re a lifesaver.” You reached to smooth out the sleeves of his shirt and handed him his jacket.“Yes, I know you do. Now go, go! If you’re not there to meet them at the door, they’ll surely have plenty to say to Fugaku-sama.” He slid his arms through the sleeves and walked over to Mayuri who was still playing with your phone.“I’ll see you later, okay baby? Daddy’s gotta go get some work done. Have fun with (Name), alright?” He kissed her on her forehead and she waved him off. He snickered and thanked you again before starting off in a jog out of his office.The smell of his cologne wafted by you and you subconsciously took a deep breath. You stood there for a moment, thinking over what you could possibly do today that wouldn’t be too far out of town.You plopped down next to Mayuri, and she finally put the phone down to look at you. “What are we gonna do today, (Name)-chan?”You gave her a grand smile. “I was just going to ask you that! What would you like to do?”She put her pointer finger to her lips as she hummed in contemplation. You smiled even wider.She was just so cute!“Well, do you know how to braid hair? Daddy usually does it but he said he didn’t have time today.”“I do!” You shifted in your seat and she did the same, so that her back was facing you. You undid the high ponytail and put the tie around your wrist as you separated her hair into sections.The texture of her hair was thin and smooth, just like her fathers. You’d smoothed his hair out for him more than once before meetings and sometimes would run your fingers through it just to relax him. He really could be so high strung sometimes, and you wanted to help him in any way possible.She let out a sound of appreciation as you threaded through her hair, skillfully putting it into a tight braid. “You have beautiful hair, Mayuri-sama.”“Thanks! Daddy says it’s just like his, but I don’t think so.” You chuckled. It was just like a child to be like that, even though it was almost too much like Shisui’s. You finished her braid as the two of you continued to talk, and when you were done, she told you that she wanted to go to the park.You agreed to take her, but first led her to the restroom. She said she had to go again, so you waited outside for her.You watched Shisui rush by you and then come back a few moments later. You caught his eye.“I forgot my laptop,” he explained, shaking his head at his absent mindedness. “Thanks for helping me today.”“Of course, Shisui-sama. You know I love kids!”He hesitated for a moment before giving you a smile. “I think just Shisui is fine from here on out. Are you okay with that?”He watched as your eyes widened and your cheeks burst into flame. You quickly averted your eyes and placed your hand over your mouth. Shisui’s brows rose in response to your reaction. He hadn’t expected that. You were usually so well composed. Was it the suggestion of intimacy between you that made you so skittish? Should he apologize, or take it back?“Y-Yes. That’s alright with me.” The sound of your voice was slightly muffled by your hand. Shisui wanted to talk more, but he didn’t have the time, so he just smiled and told you he’d see you later, thanking you again.Mayuri finally came from the restroom just as her father walked away. She gave you a thumbs up, and judging from the way her hands were dripping wet still, she’d definitely washed her hands. You giggled at the sight and started towards the elevator.You brought her to your car and opened the door for her. You both got in and she decided that she wanted to use your phone to play music. You spent the rest of the day listening to Disney soundtracks, chasing after her at the park, chasing after her at the Zoo, sprinting after her at the play place at the fast food restaurant you brought her to, and finally running after her up the stairs of the building at the end of the day.You now understood why Shisui could be so frazzled at times. His daughter was extremely high energy. While she was relatively well behaved, she just never stopped. Ever. So at 5:30, when you and Mayuri walked through Shisui’s office door, he wasn’t surprised to see you looking a little disheveled. He was well put together now, but after a long day of work, you could tell he was tired.“Daddy!” She sang, running over to him and climbing into his lap. “(Name)-chan is so cool! She’s so smart, and she’s really fast, too! I think she’s faster than you are!” Shisui chuckled, patting his daughter on the top of her head and gave her a hug as she nestled into him.“I’m glad you had fun with (Name), Mayu.” He looked up to lock gazes with you.“Are you alright?”The smile you gave him left him nearly breathless. It was so bright, so enamoring that he felt his heart rate speed up.“Of course, sir. I had a lot of fun with Mayuri-sama today.” You reached behind your head to undo your ponytail as you went to sit down at the opposite side of his desk. “But, I think I should have at least two more cups of coffee in the morning before we do this again.”Shisui rose a brow. “Again?”“Yes, daddy! I wanna hang out with (Name)-chan again tomorrow! Since grandma is out of town this week, I told her she can watch me instead!”He looked to you for confirmation. He found himself searching more than your face though, as the loose strands of your hair framed your beautiful, feminine features. He felt his heart rate pick up again and he cleared his throat, averting his attention back to his computer monitor.“Only if it’s okay with you, (Name). It would help a lot, since I still haven’t found someone to watch her tomorrow.”“It should be fine. I’ve already finished with the bookkeeping for the week anyways,” you responded, watching the girl hug her father tightly. You smiled at the sight.Mayuri separated from his chest and looked up at him.“Hey, daddy?”He looked down at her. “Yes, honey?”“Why does your heart keep going faster when (Name)-chan smiles at you?”His eyes widened. Oh shit. —-Your cellphone’s ringtone started ringing softly from the coffee table, waking you from your light sleep. You let out a soft sigh, smiling at the sight of the dark-haired girl asleep on your thighs. You gently lifted her head, placing it back down on the couch cushion before standing and reaching for your phone.You didn’t need to look to know it was Shisui, so you left the room, glancing one last time at the sleeping girl as the light of the TV danced over her form.Once you were in the kitchen, you answered the phone.“Hello?” “Hey, I’m outside. I didn’t want to ring the doorbell just in case she was asleep.” The sound of your boss’s voice brought a smile to your face as well as a leap in your heart rate.“Alright. I’ll come out and get you.” The two of you said your goodbyes and hung up, and you shuffled over to the door.Three months had passed since you’d started watching Mayuri for him. His mom came back from her vacation to Peru and went back to watching her on weekdays. She typically watched her whenever Shisui needed, save for one weekend a month when he needed to go out of town for work. That was when you watched her, and on
the occasional Friday night when he’d go out with Itachi, Sasuke, or some other friends. He also made a point to invite you out with them, and sometimes you even joined in on family events.Needless to say, your relationship with Shisui had taken an odd turn after that day. You would both compliment one another, make an effort to talk to each other more, and you texted almost constantly. He went out of his way in the mornings to bring you coffee sometimes, and while the extra attention from your boss was bringing some gossip around, you decided that you didn’t care. He started asking you to come to eat lunch with him, walk with him at the end of the day, and you both brought each other little treats a little too often.The lingering touches and glances only increased in frequency. You felt like you were constantly blushing around him, and since his skin was so pale, you found him doing the same numerous times.Mayuri adored you, and Shisui was so grateful for that. She constantly talked about you, asked about you, and made you crafts with his mother. It had gotten to the point where Shisui’s mom had asked him if you were his girlfriend, and when he said no, she told him he needed to get the nerves to ask you out.You’d been his secretary for two years now. You knew he had a daughter, but you had never known what happened to the mother of the child. Shisui never brought it up either, and you didn’t ask. All you knew is that Shisui took great care of his daughter, and that he had full custody of her.He really wanted to ask you out. But honestly, he didn’t know how. He really didn’t. Something kept him from asking each time he’d finally start to, and he just didn’t know how to stop it. He kept doubting himself, and though you seemed to reciprocate his feelings, he couldn’t be so sure. Especially since he was a single father. That made things much more complicated than they should be.Little did he know, you had been waiting for him to ask.You opened the door with a smile. You both reached out to greet one another with a hug, and he walked in before the cold could creep in from the outside. He removed his jacket, placing it on the arm of one of your chairs and rested his eyes on his daughter. You motioned him into the kitchen, where you brought out two glasses of wine and a bottle.He thanked you softly and placed the glass to his lips.“How was your day?” You asked, leaning against the counter.“It was alright. How was Mayu?”“She did fine with me. Your mother did tell me that she had to put her on time out today for drawing on the walls, though.” Shisui sighed and took another sip of his drink.“She’s been doing that lately,” he murmured. “She drew a cat on my dining room table.” You giggled softly, taking a large sip of wine.“She never does that type of stuff over here. She’ll throw a fit every now and then, but not even fifteen minutes later, she’ll apologize and try to make it up to me.” Shisui smiled into his glass. “She’s really so sweet, Shisui. You’re doing an amazing job as a father. I know you’re really trying your hardest to make things work.”Ugh, you were really too much for him. He really just wanted to yell out how much he appreciated you.“Thank you, (Name). You’ve helped me so much over the past few years, and even more than you should for the past few months. I couldn’t ask for a better secretary - no, wait…” he cut himself off. “You’re more than that. You’re-“You watched as he cut himself off for a second time, and furrowed your brows as he went to sip more of his wine.What was he going to say?“I’m what?” You urged him, feigning nonchalance.He smiled and shook his head. “It sounds silly, but you’ve been such a big help to me, it just feels like we’re…” he struggled to find the right word. “Partners.”That was sufficient. Not too intimate, but not really too distant either.Even still, your face turned a rosy pink - only a shade darker than the wine you were drinking. He went to redact his statement due to your reaction but you stopped him before he could.“You know, it does feel like that, doesn’t it?” You and him made eye contact as you both took a drink from your glasses.“Yeah.” His eyes traveled back towards the TV, knowing that his daughter was still sleeping right in front of it. “I really do appreciate all of your help. I wish I could find the words to tell you the extent of how grateful I am for you.” You smiled and shook your head.“You don’t need to say anything. I enjoy being by your side.” You poured yourself a second glass. “And I’m so glad to be involved in Mayuri’s life. It’s truly a blessing to be able to be involved like this, Shisui. Whether I’m at work or helping you with Mayuri.”His eyes slid closed. You did things to his heart that he couldn’t explain. You were so generous, so kind, and he couldn’t even understand why you’d go so far to help someone like him. You had saved his ass so many times at work and in his personal life. He didn’t get why you did it.“Why do you do all that you do, (Name)?” He asked. “No one else does the things that you do for me. I wouldn’t ask anyone to do them, either. You’ve done more than any secretary should.”You smiled. “You’re the best boss I’ve ever had. Most of the time, you don’t even feel like a boss. You never really have. All of the times you come in and joke around, or invite me out to dinner with the company… those were the things that made me want to stay. And then when I saw how much work you had everyday, I couldn’t just turn a blind eye to it. One person can’t possibly juggle all of that on top of being a father.” You poured him another glass. “And a single father, at that.”“It’s not easy, but you still don’t have to do the things you do.”“I care about you, though. I want to make things easier for you.” It came out before you could stop it.“You care for me?”You figured you couldn’t back out now. “Of course I do, Shisui.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say much more than that, and he didn’t respond.You were afraid at first, because of his lack of response, but when you looked at his face, you realized it was just because he was in thought.You weren’t sure what he could be thinking about, but when he looked down at you and smiled, you still returned the courtesy despite being concerned over what he was thinking.“Forgive me if I’ve misinterpreted your actions,” Shisui started, setting down his wine. “But even if I have, I need to admit something to you.”Your mouth went dry.“I don’t even know if what I feel is mutual, but I have…” Shisui paused to take a shaky breath. “Strong, strong feelings for you. I know it’s unconventional seeing as I’m your boss, but I can’t deny myself the opportunity to let something happen between us anymore.”You didn’t even attempt to hide your excitement. A gigantic grin stretched across your lips, and you set your own glass down. His heart beat wildly as you kept him waiting for a response.“You know, I’ve been waiting for you to finally say something.”—-The news that you and Shisui were dating spread relatively quickly one day after he’d slipped and gave you a kiss on the forehead before a meeting. It had been a month after he’d finally confessed, and subsequently asked you on a formal date. When he made that mistake, he simply laughed and said that he’d see you later. He left you with a red face and multiple pairs of eyes on you.It surprisingly didn’t upset many people. They’d suspected it would happen for a while due to how close the two of you seemed. Those that were upset were the type that you really couldn’t please no matter what, though.Your cellphone rang, breaking you out of your thoughts.You looked at the ID, answering it not even a second later.“Hello?”“(Name), it’s me. I was wondering, can I stop by?” “Just you, or is Mayu coming too?”“Just me. Mayu is with my mom for a little while longer.” Oh, right.“Sure!” You agreed.
“Cool. I’ll be there in like, 10 minutes.”
“ Alright Shisui. I’ll see you then.”You smiled as you hung up, eyeing the dishes in the sink and sighing. You should probably tidy up a bit.“I’m home!” He called as he walked in a few minutes later, slightly jokingly. You laughed and put the last dish into the cabinet.“Welcome back,” you responded, washing your hands off.“I brought takeout,” he called back, placing it on the table. He noticed the TV was on, displaying one of your favorite shows.You walked towards him, and he stood straight as you approached, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.“How was your meeting with Itachi?” You asked, pressing a second kiss to his cheek.“It was fine. My mom called and told me to spend some time with you, though. And I’d be a fool if I didn’t take her up on that,” he spoke with a grin.You giggled, and he pulled you down to sit next to him. “Let’s eat.” He opened all of the boxes to reveal sushi rolls. Your stomach growled in response.
“Thank you for the meal!”
The two of you talked, ate, and watched television. He kept giving you surprises kisses, bringing you close to his body and running his hands all over you. You knew he was touchy, but damn, he had never been so hands on before. Well, that was because you hadn’t really been alone together for this long before outside of a work setting.You were absolutely loving it.He was touching you wherever he could, enjoying the feel of your warm skin. He showered you with kisses, making your skin heat up even more and your heart pound against your chest.You’d never had so much fun with a person in your life, and all you were doing was sitting on the couch, watching tv, and talking. His affection melted your heart, and his sweet words made you putty in his hands.“You’re so beautiful,” Shisui spoke, placing a kiss on the top of your nose. “I could stare at you forever and never grow tired of looking.”You kissed his lips in response and he grabbed the back of your head to hold you in place, deepening your kiss.
He slipped passed your lips and you eagerly returned his passion. Shisui’s breath hitched and he wrapped his arm around your waist tighter.

Breathless. Stupefied. Amazed.

He was more than you could ever hope for. His lips were like heaven, his fingers bringing you closer to happiness than you could ever hope to be. As your kiss got heavier and your fingers found his hair, he placed his free hand on your thigh, stroking the bare, soft skin.

Your hands traveled towards his dress shirt, toying with the buttons. He broke from you. “If you want me to take it off, I will.”

That statement implied something much heavier than simply taking his shirt off, and your fingers trembled at the thought. Even though your nerves had started to get the best of you, you nodded. His lips crashed into yours as his fingers agilely made quick work of his shirt. He slid it off of his shoulders and separated from you, going to pull at yours. You let him slip it off, and he smiled at you, placing a kiss in the middle of your collarbones.

“Look at you,” he started, reaching behind you to remove your bra. You allowed him to slip off your straps. “So beautiful.” It fell to your lap, and he removed it, placing it on the floor.

It was only then that he got an eyeful of your body. He closed his eyes, biting down on his bottom lip. “You’re amazing. My God, you’re perfect.”
You almost went to cover yourself, but his eyes opened in time to see the action. “Please, (Name). Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re so beautiful.”

The woman he’d been pining after for so long was soon to be his. The woman he’d fantasized about, wanted, needed…

You were his.

He distracted you with his lips as he removed the rest of your clothes. His were soon to follow. Shisui asked you to lay down on the couch, and you obeyed. He kissed down your arms to your fingertips and back up, kissing your neck, your cheeks, your forehead. He made his way back down, kissing your collarbones and making his way back up to your neck. His kisses increased in desperation, now placing open mouthed, sloppy kisses where he’d gone before. He slowly made his way down to your breasts, finally stopping at your left nipple and lavishing it with his tongue. You made the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

Encouraged by your moan, he brought his hand to the opposite side, making identical motions with his fingers. After he’d thoroughly toyed with your breasts, he made his way lower, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses. He finally stopped at your already wet pussy, and he made a groan at the sight of your dampening folds.

“I’m going to show you how much I appreciate all you’ve done for me,” Shisui started, running his hands down your soft skin. “You’re amazing, (Name).”

You jerked at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit. His pointer finger entered you almost too slowly, and you let out another sound of appreciation at his ministrations. He kissed at your sensitive nub, entering another digit. You moaned again as he picked up the pace of his fingers. He felt your legs tense up, taking that as a signal to continue what he was doing.

It didn’t take you long to come to your peak. The image of your way-too-attractive, almost god-like boss eating you out like he

needed

it was too much to handle. Not to mention that he was moaning as if it was pleasuring him almost as much as it was you. Your fingers threaded into his hair and you let out a small, “I’m close”.

You felt Shisui smile and you almost came right then. Instead, he took his mouth from you, continuing to pump his fingers inside of you while he fumbled with something. You missed the warmth of his mouth, but your mind was much too fuzzy due to the work of his fingers that you couldn’t complain.

“Are you ready for me, (Name)?”

It was then you realized that he was putting on a condom. Your response was to nod enthusiastically, your core already on fire from his amazing mouth. He didn’t hesitate to take his fingers from your entrance, quickly replacing the space with his cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he slid it in. “Fuck, (Name).”

Your eyes widened at those crude words coming from his lips. He’d never cursed in front of you - not even once. To know that you were the undoing of such a wonderful man only sent your mind into a thicker fog.

“Shisui,” you called, frustrated with how slow he was moving. “Can you move faster?”

He took his gaze from where the two of you had been joined and you realized how much he was already straining himself not to orgasm. “I’m really sorry,” he breathed. “It’s been a long time for me,” he explained.

“No!” You corrected yourself, not wanting to embarrass him. “It’s alright, really. I just-”

“I’ll do my best,” he spoke, his voice already breaking with arousal. “But you’re so tight…” He looked back up at your face. “And beautiful. God, you’re so beautiful. Fuck,” he groaned, trying to pick up the pace.

You brought him in for a passionate kiss as he started to work his hips into yours. He was effortlessly bottoming out into you, and you suspected that was why he was already so close. You didn’t want to pressure him too much, but god he felt so good inside of you. He filled you in a way that no one ever had before. You’d wanted him more than you’d ever thought you would want anybody - no, you needed him. The way he ground his thick cock into your wet pussy was driving you mad.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned again, bringing his fingers to your clit. “I’m really not gonna last much longer,” he panted. He took your legs and put them over his shoulders. “So I’ll just have to- ugh!” He started rubbing furiously at your clit as he pumped into you. Your climax was closing in on you, and you could tell he was close too.

“Fuck, Shisui!” You called, your cunt starting to clench on him as you were impossibly close.

“Oh, god,” he croaked, only turned on more by your cursing. “You’re too much, you’re so perfect.” He looked at your face, letting out another grunt. “Open your eyes, (Name). I want you to look at me when you come undone.”

Who were you to deny your boss?

Your eyes shot open, and you out in ecstasy as your gaze settled on the look on his face. He looked wrecked.

It only took a few more thrusts before the two of you lost it. He was first, cumming loudly with a moan of your name, singing praises of how good you were, how amazing you felt. You let go with a loud cry of “fuck”, and as he rode out his orgasm, you reached up to pull him into a deep kiss.

He put your legs down, kissing
you back. When he pulled away, he whispered an apology. “It’s really been a long time for me,” he explained sheepishly.

“Don’t be sorry, Shisui. I loved it. It was perfect.”

He placed his sweaty forehead to your own, a content smile on his face. “You…” he started. “You are exactly what I needed.”

You smiled. “I can say the same.”

The two of you spent the rest of the night together cuddled up in one another's embrace, playing video games and talking about anything and everything. He only left when you fell asleep on his shoulder. He carried you to your room, gave his mom a call to let her know that he’d be on his way, and left you a note.

You found it the next morning.

Sorry to leave so suddenly. I would’ve stayed, but I didn’t want to leave Mayuri for too long. I hope you know just how much I appreciate you. I want us to have a long and happy relationship, and that one day in the future you could take the place of Mayuri’s mother. She adores you, as do I. I’m very hopeful for us, and I think that you are too. You have been so amazing these past two years, and I’m so glad that you’re the one that I fell for. You’re perfect in every way.

I appreciate you. Truly I do. I can’t wait to see where our relationship leads.

Love,

Your boyfriend and boss: Shisui.

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Sasuke wasn’t a romantic.He occasionally planned a date or said things that would take your breath away, but those times were few and far between. He wasn’t really that affectionate either. He never kissed you in public, and he hugged you very sparingly. He was always there for you though, and whenever you needed or asked for a kiss or hug, he’d give it to you. He was also very enamored with your body, and would touch it as if he couldn’t get enough when you’d be intimate.Even still, he was nearly (willingly) clueless when it came to romance. He’d have his moments where he’d get a grand idea, but really, he didn’t know - or really care - how to woo somebody. He hadn’t had to woo you. He’d been dating you for exactly half of your life, and known you for even longer. You were only thirteen when the two of you fell in love. Add thirteen more years onto that, two cars, a house, two master's degrees, and three cats and you’d be where you were at now. You were both pretty satisfied with how things were, but in his opinion, something was missing.It had taken him approximately seventeen hours, 5 bottles of rum, an almost complete run through of the Lord of the Rings series, five different orders of take out, and around three or so fist fights with Naruto and the others to figure out what it was. It made sense once Kiba had mentioned it, with his lip busted and eye swelling up - the aftermath of Neji’s well-timed right hook.
Maybe you should propose to her, you idiot!
At that moment, Sasuke knew his idiotic friend
- yes, the one with an IQ low enough to rival the rock he’d just kicked to the side as he walked with you - well, he was right. The only thing missing between was a ring on your slim, beautiful fingers and some vows. The vows would come soon after the ring, and he figured as long as he was taking steps towards an official future with you, then he would feel at peace.It was ironic but right now, he felt anything but. Snow was gently cascading down, piling on top of the already white ground. Your gloves hand was wrapped tightly around his own, and with each step he took, the black box in his pocket bounced against his thigh, reminding him of the purpose of your romantic walk.He had told you he just wanted to see the lights around town from a certain viewpoint. It wasn’t a complete lie - he did want to see it, especially since he had paid a good sum of money to get the words “ I love you. Will you marry me?” projected on the side of one of Konoha’s many skyscrapers in festive, Christmas colors. More than his supposed desire, he wanted you to see it. You loved the Christmas season, and the two of you took this walk each year on Christmas Eve in the evening.Only it wasn’t Christmas Eve. Christmas had just passed. In fact, it was December 27th. Sasuke had picked that day 13 years ago, because it was 6 months after your dating anniversary.He just couldn’t believe he was going through with it. He was never one to consider marriage, never one to think passed the next month or two. You’d just accepted that as fact - as who he was.He wondered how surprised you’d be. He wondered what you would look like when you saw him get down on one knee.“Sasuke?” You started, snapping him out of his thoughts. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Why are your hands shaking? Are you still cold?”No. No he wasn’t. He was just-“Yeah. A little.”It was all he could think to say. The two of you were quickly closing in on your destination. His heart was beating wildly - out of character for him - and his fingers were very obviously trembling. He could already see the skyscraper of the person he’d paid off, and with a hard swallow, he took his phone out and slipped his glove off to shoot him a quick text.He could already see the incredible view. Christmas lights only enhanced the beauty of the scene, and moving cars and other lights caused you to sight happily. The two of you came to a stop, and Sasuke slipped his hand from yours.His heart beat wildly as he got down on one knee.You didn’t look down at him, thinking he was bending over only to tie his shoe...Until those words flickered into view. Your first reaction was to smile. You almost made a quip about the lucky woman who had a boyfriend that would do something romantic, but you made the connection not long after you realized Sasuke was on his knee.You immediately gasped, tears filling your eyes and your attention shot down to your boyfriend.He said nothing, only held out the ring box to you, blushing and looking incredibly nervous. Tears began to stream down your cheeks and your jaw dropped in disbelief.“Sasuke!” You gasped again. “Sasuke, I…” Your eyes traveled back to the loopy print projected on the building. “I can’t believe this! I can’t believe this!”
You took off the mittens that you were wearing and reaching towards the box. “Is this real?” It was a stupid question. Of course it was real, but….“I love you.” It slipped from his lips as he stood, taking the ring out from the box as you closely inspected the diamond. “I want to marry you.” He slipped the ring on your finger before you could even give him an answer. He gave you a kiss on your forehead and brought you into a tight hug soon after, rubbing your back. Your tears fell harder than ever as you stared at the ring, occasionally looking back at those bold words on the beautiful tower.“Sasuke…” you breathed. “This is… I love you,” you hiccuped.“I love you,” he responded, brushing his fingers through your hair. “I love you.”It took a few minutes of him holding you tightly to his chest for you to stop blubbering. Once you did, you gave him the brightest smile he’d ever received from you.“I can’t wait to marry you, Sasuke.”His heart skipped a beat.“Me either.”Thank God. He’d started to worry that you’d say no.The kiss you gave him removed all doubts that still lingered in his mind.

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You took a gasp of air as the pressure on your throat lessened. The cool air soothed your burning lungs as you took a second - just laying there - to recover from the choke your instructor just put you in.“Are you alright?” He asked, sitting on his knees and looking over your form as your chest heaved. “That was a good one. You lasted quite a long time.” Your eyes slid open slowly, and the kind, smiling visage of your instructor came into view.“I should’ve tapped sooner,” you mused, still feeling some difficulty breathing.“Well, you did tell me not to hold back.” He offered you his hand as he lifted himself up. “Let’s take ten and get some water.”You hummed in agreement, taking his hand and jumping up to a stand. He smiled in response to your ever-present energy and bowed you both off the mats. You followed him to the chairs where your stuff was sitting, and he took his bottle and opened it. “Obviously you won’t be against people as heavy as I am, but you’re doing really well all things considered. You weren’t last year’s champion for nothing.” You swallowed and smiled.“Thanks, Shisui-sensei. I’ve been putting a lot of work in this time around. Last year was pure luck,” you responded taking another drink.“Wouldn’t say that, but I guess that’s the way you feel. Madara-sensei wouldn’t encourage you to participate in this year’s tournament if he thought you won based off of luck.” Shisui averted his eyes as you shifted the top of your uniform, a slight pink tinge taking its place on his cheeks.You were one of the most diligent students in the academy. Madara took you under his wing after he saw you choke another girl out in a street fight when you were in middle school, and ever since then, you had never missed a single day of training. You were now a full fledged fighter, taking Karate and Judo at the Uchiha family dojo. Madara was a master of both, and Shisui was his second instructor - had been for years.He had always thought you were a beautiful girl. But it wasn’t until recently that he give any merit to those thoughts due to his previous relationship. Your hair framed your face perfectly when it was down, and when it fell out of your bun during rolling, he couldn’t help but to appreciate your disheveled state. You filled out your uniform and your lips were always taunting him when you panted from the work he’d make you do.He hadn't been single for awhile, but you were tangible now. There was a chance.It was hard being your instructor after coming to terms with those thoughts. He was better than you in every way - obviously as he was one of your teachers - but once your training was passed down to him in anticipation of Madara’s retirement, he’d gotten to know you much better.Not only were you intelligent and strong, you were analytical, kind, and beautiful. That last thought often came to him as he was pinning you down in various ways, or when you were on top of him and making his mind and heart race. Cursing himself out had become a daily occurrence. Damn it Shisui! You're too distracted! Get it together! That was his mantra as of late. Also there was the fact that Madara would kill him if he “tainted” you. His uncle had caught him staring at you once in the locker room as you changed - you were comfortable enough around him to do so - and he’d smacked him upside the head. Later that night, he told him to stay away from you and to keep his perverted fantasies as simply fantasies. Since then, he hadn’t left him alone with you. Shisui didn’t care much, it didn’t change his thoughts. Not at all. Madara did notice the flirting between the two of you though, and he ordered Shisui to stop.He didn’t though cause fuck, you were just too good at making his heart race. He couldn’t shake the feeling that you two were just meant to be together in some way or another.You were also really good at grappling - and striking - too. He’d get bruise after bruise from you, but he’d never return the favor. No, if he ever saw your skin turn purple from his doing, he’d probably die - if Madara didn’t kill him first. So he’d pull his punches or put you against Izumi; while she matched you in weight, she didn’t in skill, so he’d have to fill in the blanks when he could.You were far above the other students level. You had even become an instructor yourself, an assistant of sorts, and he offered to promote you before but you’d declined time and time again. He was still trying to convince you, but you were set on your own training despite the fact he told you that at your current level, you’d learn more from teaching high level students.Even still, when you asked him to train with you the night before the biggest tournament of the year, he didn’t say no. In fact, he couldn’t. He was competing himself and felt like he should probably sharpen up his competitive skills on the mat before stepping out there, but he also really wanted to see you. You had become an everyday person for him, and Sundays always felt weird when he’d have no one to roll around with or punch.That’s why you were here on a rainy, Sunday night. The tournament was in the late morning, so neither of you were too worried about sleep.You continued conversing about tactics as he checked his phone. You noticed his brows furrowed.
If even one hair on her head is out of place tomorrow I will choke you out myself.

Relax, uncle. I’m not going to hurt her.

That’s not what I’m talking about.

What?

You know exactly what I’m saying. This will be the last time I leave the two of you alone if you step out of line.

Just enjoy your time with auntie. You have nothing to worry about.

That doesn’t make me feel any better at all.

You continued to sip on your water and he walked to the speakers across the room, plugging his phone in to the AUX. You noticed he set it down a little harder than normal, though.“What do you wanna listen to?” He asked, scrolling through his music library.“I don’t really mind,” you started, stretching your arms. “You can just put it on shuffle.”He shrugged, but did so and turned up the volume. A fast paced rap song played from the speaker and you started bouncing up and down on your toes. “This makes me wanna do some striking!” You exclaimed with a wide grin.He turned to you with a smirk and a cocked eyebrow. “We’re competing in Judo tomorrow, (Name). One thing at a time.”“Oh, sensei,” you sighed teasingly, shaking your head. “I know that! It just pumps me up!” He flicked your loose ponytail and bowed onto the mats.“Let’s finish this out then.” You followed him on and bowed, immediately shifting into your favored stance. You immediately felt your body temperature rise as he grinned and titled his head. “C’mon now, (Name). Don’t play it so safe.”“Oh, sensei. It’s not like you to resort to taunting. You’re better than that.”“Am I?” He asked, circling around you. “How are you so sure?”You reached for the collar of his uniform, pulling it towards you and lifting your leg to quickly wrap around his torso. He read you like a book, using his superior strength to uproot you from the ground. You used the momentum to your advantage, wrapping around him as you fell and taking him down with you. You let out a grunt as your back hit the ground, tightening your grip around his waist. He shifted his weight, allowing you to move your legs up over his shoulders and squeeze them around his neck.He pressed your arms to the ground, and the pain resulting from his grip caused you to hiss. You immediately felt him loosen up, though it wasn’t enough to wiggle from it. He shifted again, and from that small movement he was able to easily use his arms to break free of your hold. You used your long legs to keep him at bay, kicking out occasionally and attempting to wrap around his thigh. He took a few steps back, letting you stand back up. Again you reached for his collar, and as your fingers wrapped around the rough fabric, his foot swept out underneath you, knocking you off balance. You shifted in a way that he couldn’t grip your arm with his leg thoroughly enough, so he rolled back and stood. You went back into a stand as well, but rushed after him, aiming for his legs.He maneuvered quickly around you, ending up at your backside with his bicep around your neck. He leaned over you with his hard chest on your back, and if your heart wasn’t beating fast enough from the fighting, it sure was from the feel of his hard body. “Tap out, (Name).”His voice sent a shiver down your spine.You tried everything. You tried standing, shifting, rolling - but he wasn’t going anywhere, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. You gave it an honest effort once more before reaching up and tapping his forearm.“Really? No, not yet. I know you can get out of this.” He loosened his grasp, allowing you to breath in, but not escape. “We’ve done this before. I want you to find out how to get on top.”Oh. Man, that sounded worse than he thought.“I’m tired,” you admitted. Having to use your maximum strength to fight against him was extremely draining.His breath was tickling the back of your ear. “Do I need to walk you through this? You can’t just give up tomorrow.”“I do, but... I’m exhausted.”He realized his grip, but put his hands on either side of you. You groaned and flipped over, now facing him as he hovered over you. “Sorry,” he spoke sheepishly. “You looked so energetic earlier. I must’ve really gassed you out.”“You always do,” you conceded, smiling up at him tiredly. “I have to use every ounce of my strength against you, and it’s still never enough.”“I'm better than you, that's why.”You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes. He was spouting his bullshit again.“Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you are.”“I am,” Shisui teased, going to sit back on his knees. “I am. I always have been. That’s why you’ve never been able to beat me in anything.”“You’re so annoying,” you grumbled as you sat up, scooting back and sitting against the wall. “I’ve seen you grapple with Madara-sama.”You watched as he smiled cockily at you. “He’s a special case. If it’s like you say, I’m still improving.” He stretched his legs out, reaching forwards for them. “You’re better than everyone else, but you can’t match me. And that’s fine, (Name). Like I said, it’s supposed to be that way.”You scoffed as you followed his lead, stretching out your legs. “I really wish someone would knock you on your ass or something. You’re too cocky.” Your sensei let out a laugh.“I’m cocky for a reason. I can always back up what I say, and if I can’t then I won’t say it. I know what I can and can’t do.”“I bet your girlfriend hates it when you talk like that,” you said with a laugh.“Girlfriend?” He asked, almost bewildered. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”“Oh, shoot. Did you guys break up or something?” You asked with your head tilted.“No? I haven’t had a girlfriend in a while,” he responded, trying to recall how long ago it had been. “It’s been like, six months.”“You serious?” You asked, grows furrowed. “I could’ve sworn Madara-sama told me that you were actually planning on proposing to her. What was her name again? Anko?”He clicked his tongue.Wow.Of course his uncle would tell you something like that. Their relationship had never been that serious. Besides, he’d broken up with her because she’d been getting way too insecure over him training you, and he was never going to let anyone get in the way of his teaching. It was his lifestyle.“I was never going to propose to her. I wasn’t that serious about her.” He stood up, grunting as he did so. “I’m gonna head to the showers. It’ll take me about five minutes. You can hop in after me.”“Sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly, still trying to absorb the new information.As Shisui left the room to head into the locker room, he left his phone on the cord so that you could continue cooling down to his music. You chilled out for a couple of minutes before deciding to go into the locker room. You figured he’d be finished by then anyways.Your eyes immediately widened as you walked through the door. Your face lit up, and you immediately closed your eyes. “Oh! I am so, so sorry! I didn’t mean to walk in on you!” You bowed lowly. “I’m sorry! I-“Shisui ran his fingers through his hair, gazing at you in confusion. “I have a towel around my waist, (Name). You didn’t technically walk in on me. Stand straight and open your eyes.”You followed his orders, and your eyes roamed over his chiseled form. He noticed your lingering attention to his body and shook his head. “You shouldn’t be so surprised. I’m pretty much working out for the majority of the day.”Shit. He’d seen you looking, then.“Y-yeah, but I didn’t know you’d look like that. I’m used to the-““Yeah, I get it. Don’t worry about it though. I’d stare too.”You hurried over to the showers, sidestepping him and practically sprinting to the metal door on the other side of the locker room. “God, he’s so cocky!” You groaned as you shut the door.You noticed he’d placed a towel on the countertop for you and smiled.Cocky and sweet.You gasped and literally smacked the side of your face. “No! No, no! No way am I doing this right now! Wait until you get home, idiot!” You continued to chastise yourself throughout the entirety of your shower, slipped some of the extra slippers on, and stepped out. He was nowhere to be found, so you figured it was safe to dress.After doing so, you pulled up your slightly damp hair and exited the locker room.He heard the door close. “Ready to go?”“Yes, sensei!”You heard his keys jingle and walked around the corner. You almost died at the sight of him in his black pullover and dark colored joggers. He could make anything look good.He locked up the dojo and walked you to his car. He opened the door for you.“Thanks, sensei!” He snickered and went around to get in himself.“You can just call me Shisui outside of practice. It’s a little weird being called that when we’re both out of uniform.”How could he be so cocky, but so humble at the same time? He was driving you insane.“Alright,” you responded with a smile.“You hungry? It’s on me.”“I could eat,” you responded, finally opening your phone to check it.Texts from your friends had swarmed in during practice. Your school friends were wishing you good luck, and you thanked them before moving on to Izumi’s text.

Omg. Tell me how it goes. Four hours alone with Shisui might drive you to the point of insanity.

Don’t die, please.

(Name), are you okay? He didn’t kill you, did he?

You laughed. She was so silly sometimes.

No, he didn’t kill me. But I did see him shirtless though. I think I did die for a second there.

She might be three years older than you, but she was your best friend. You’d known each other forever. She’d also figured out your secret little crush on what was the instructor trainee - now your instructor - back then. She constantly teased you about it, but honestly, you didn’t mind. It was good to be able to talk to someone about the things you were feeling.“(Name), what do you want?” He asked, pulling up to the window.“Uh, can I just get a chicken sandwich and some fries?”“Sure thing,” he responded, reciting your order to the serviceman. He pulled through the rest of the drive through as you continued your conversation with Izumi through text.He started on the route to your house, and you’d arrived there in no time. You thanked him for the training, the ride, and the meal. He shrugged it off, and you took your bag from his car as well as your food and ran to the door.You shuffled through your belongings before realizing, with a pang of dread, that you had left your keys on the couch.And your parents were on vacation.You started to curse, frantically searching your bag and huffing when you confirmed that you didn't have them.“Everything alright?” Shisui called from outside of his window.“Uh,” you started. “I forgot my keys in the house and my parents aren’t home, so…”You’d been so excited to train that you completely forgot to grab them when he’d picked you up.“You doofus. Get back in the car, you can stay with me for tonight.”You squealed. He offered his place up entirely too quickly.But you really weren’t in a position to decline. Izumi’s parents hated you, all of your friends had school in the morning, and you didn’t really trust anyone else to stay with them.You trudged back shamefully to Shisui’s car, food and bag in hand.He laughed. You looked like a kicked puppy.“I don’t live too far from here,” he started, pulling off. “But if you have anywhere else you’d rather stay, then feel free to let me know.”“I’m kinda out of options,” you murmured.He snickered again. “Figured as much. I don’t mind. I can sleep on the couch.”The two of you made small talk as he finished the drive, pulling into the gate of his complex and into his spot. He got out and went around to open your door before you could, and you went pink once again.“Thanks,” you murmured, avoiding his name purposely. You didn’t think you could stomach saying it right now.You followed him to his apartment, and someone called out to him as he led the way.“Oi! Shisui’s got a new girlfriend!”“Nah! Just a friend. What’s up, Ichigo?” The orange haired males eyes followed you as the two of you walked. You sped up to catch up to your instructor.“Not much. You guys have a good night!” He called, waving as his large dog pulled him along.“You too!” Shisui called back. Once the two of you were out of earshot, he laughed. “You looked nervous as hell.”“Well I don’t know him! I don’t know what he could’ve done!”“Relax, dude. You’re trained to defend yourself. Don’t act so meek,” he responded, giving you a smile as he reached in his pocket to fetch his keys. “I know firsthand how strong you are. Just chill out.”Chill out. Huh. Maybe it was just the nervous energy you’d accumulated after finding out you’d have to stay with him all night.He held the door open for you and shut it once you entered. You followed him to the table and began to eat your food together, talking between bites. You slowly began to relax, realizing that this was no different than practice, but just in a different setting. He was a person just like you, and he had a life outside of the dojo. It was a little weird to come to terms with.You were still steadily texting Izumi who was encouraging you over and over again to make a move. Just do it! You're alone now! This is the perfect opportunity. Honestly, it was. But you were scared shitless.Once the two of you finished eating, he invited you to watch tv on the couch. You did, and soon enough, he found his eyes steadily closing and he was nodding off.“Hey,” you started, noticing he was falling asleep. “Go ahead and take the bed. I’ll just stay out here and watch some more tv.”He was too tired to argue. He got a blanket and pillow for you, told you to wake him if you needed anything and to raid the fridge if you wanted, and then retired to his bedroom.You couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t even focus on the show or your phone. Your mind was racing with Judo techniques, wondering who you were gonna fight, and worrying if your training was enough.You did this every time. The last tournament you had, you-“Are you still awake?”It was Shisui. He rubbed at his eyes, standing at the side of the couch.And his shirt was off again.“Y-Yeah.”“It’s three in the morning,” he commented as he looked at his watch. “Are you thinking too much?” His voice was heavy with sleep.It was too much. He was too much.“J-Just a bit.”It had been three and a half hours since he’d gone to bed.“I’m going to get some water,” he started, going towards the kitchen. “But you need to come to bed with me so I can keep an eye on you. You need sleep. You can’t lose tomorrow.”Yeah, no. You really couldn’t lose. Madara would kill him.He finished his glass of water, completely unaware of your building anxiety, and walked back over to the couch. “Come on. Let’s go.”You really couldn’t find it in you to protest, plus you weren’t really objecting to it in the first place, so you stood and followed him into the room. He patted on the side that you assumed was soon to be yours and you got in. He threw blankets over you and walked around the side, laying down next to you but facing the other way.He didn’t even know how fast your heart was beating.You didn’t know how much time had passed, but you weren’t feeling any less anxious. Now your thoughts traveled between him and the tournament. It was driving you nuts.“(Name), close your eyes.”His voice got an octave lower, if that was even possible.“I can’t. They just keep opening.”You heard him sigh and the bed moved as he shifted.“Come here.”Your heart skipped a beat. “Wh-what?”“Come closer to me.” His left arm extended and pushed your shoulder blade forward, encouraging you to shuffle closer. You did so, your heart beating wildly and your mouth going dry.He placed his right arm down, letting you lay your head on it. He curled it around your shoulder and let his other hand rub up and down your back.“Your whole body is so tense,” he mumbled, his hot breath fanning across your face. “Relax into me. It’s alright. You’re safe here.”It didn’t make sense. It really didn’t, but you knew he was right. You really did enjoy the feeling of his hands on you, but it was making your heart beat faster than ever before. “S-sensei…”He sighed, but wasn’t going to chastise you for calling him that right now. It was clear you were nervous - for more than one reason. “Do you want me to help you relax?”“H-how do you mean?”“I can give you a massage,” he suggested. “That’s always what helps me when I’m stressed.”Oh. Oh. You really wanted that.“Sure,” you spoke softly. You turned over as he prodded you to do so.He moved from you, taking his arm from underneath your head. He positioned himself behind you, straddling you.“I’m going to sit on your lower back, okay?” Yes. Go ahead. He’d done it before, after all.“If you need to,” you spoke meekly.“Is it okay if I roll up your shirt?”“Yeah.”You didn’t hesitate with that one.He balled up the ends of your shirt, pushing it up your back and your stomach. You laid on your arms as he gently ran his fingers down your spine, feeling for the most tension.He started with your shoulders and neck.Truthfully, it was an excuse to touch more of you. He’d always wondered what your skin felt like when you weren’t fighting him for a tap out. He knew his uncle was going to strangle him once he found out, but it would be worse if you lost. He needed to get you relaxed enough to sleep.You let out strangled sounds of what was a mixture of pleasure and pain, and he found himself biting down on his lip. Self restraint, he reminded himself. You need to be extremely careful here. Don’t get carried away. The feeling of his rough, strong hands kneading away at the balls of tension in your body was painful, but amazing at the same time. Knowing that the two things that were keeping you in place were his thighs drove you into a thought process that you probably shouldn’t have delved down in the first place. But it was so hard not to think those things with the way he gently brushed against your skin after unknotting your muscles. You weren’t very experienced, but you knew that it felt good, and that this was an extremely sensual moment.He continued this all down your back and up again until he felt your muscles return to their natural state. It seemed as if it had worked, and he climbed off of you and went to lay next to you once more.“How was it?” He asked, trying to see if you’d fallen asleep.“Wonderful,” you murmured sleepily.Damn. You sounded tired, but you hadn’t fallen asleep yet, even after all that work.He sighed, pulling the blankets back over both you and him before closing his eyes, hoping you’d fall asleep as you had sounded relaxed enough.Your eyes opened slowly, and from the light due to the crack of the door, you were able to see his face.You focused on his lips.God. It should be a sin to be so beautiful. No one should be allowed to have such long eyelashes, high cheekbones, beautiful lips, or such a strong jaw. It was unfair to the rest of the world. It would make women fall left and right.Women like you.You could tell that a few minutes passed. His breathing was lighter, more even. You were pretty convinced he had fallen asleep.So you did something you never would’ve done if he was awake.You leaned forward, gently brushing your lips against his own. It was feather light and lightning fast, but it had your heart pounding and your fingers trembling.A few seconds passed, and you thought you were in the clear. You sighed in contentment and closed your eyes, trying to quell your nerves.“Do that again.”His voice startled you and your eyes shot open. Your calming heart started pounding again.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.
“(Name), please do that again.”Oh god.“D-do what?”You watched his dark eyes peel open and focus on you.“Kiss me, (Name). Please.”“I-I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep and-”“No! No, please. Just do it again.”“Sensei…”“I can’t do it first. Kiss me so I can kiss you back,” he spoke softly. “I want to kiss you back.”Would it really be okay? You’d only done it because he wouldn’t have known if you had. But that wasn’t really the proper way to go about it either, and you weren’t sure how you’d feel if someone had done that to you. But that didn’t really apply, since he was awake and completely aware, and-You cut off your own thoughts, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his a second time, this one much more firm than the last. His left arm snaked out and grasped the back of your head firmly, not allowing you to escape from him. He kissed you again and again, and before you knew it, he was pressing open mouthed kisses to your lips. You reciprocated, though yours were sloppy and poorly executed. He noticed your poor technique but thought little of it, moving his tongue to slip into your open mouth.You made a low mmm sound, one that only made him more eager to explore your pretty mouth.Such a sheltered girl. Your fingers were trembling, and he could feel your heart pounding with his other hand that had moved to the middle of your collarbones. He wondered how you had even gotten into so many street fights before, considering how sheltered you were in most other ways.“Tell me to stop and I will,” he spoke, lifting himself up and going to hover over you. “But I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”He placed a kiss where his hand had just been, passing his lips over your bunched up shirt and kissing down your abdomen. He placed kisses all over your stomach as he slid your leggings down, tossing them to the side. Your body felt like fire everywhere his fingers and hands touched, and you gasped as his fingers slipped passed your bra.The strength in your reaction surprised him, but he still continued to place kisses down your body, bringing your fingers to his mouth and pressing kisses on each one. He brought his lips to your left wrist, pressing an open mouthed kiss all around it. He went back down to your palm, holding it up to his mouth as his lips and tongue worshipped the skin there. His other hand continued to twist your nipple gently, not wanting to startle or scare you in any way with how fast things were progressing.And so he took his time in removing your shirt and bra. You let him, so he took it as a good sign. You were now laying beneath him completely naked, and that thought drove him to grasp your left arm again tightly. He kissed his way up your forearm. His free hand held your chin - hard - though he was gently stroking your jaw with his middle finger.You hadn’t even touched him beyond a kiss and he was already drowning in thoughts of fucking you, turning you into a mess and leaving your pussy damp and dripping - fuck his sheets. He wanted to see your expression when his cock first made its way into your cunt. He’d make sure it was ready for him. He wanted to hear you beg him for it.Your mind was full of haze as he kissed his way up your shoulder and over your collarbone. He made his way up the side of your neck.“O-Oh, sensei!” He let out a groan. Never did he think that phrase could sound so fucking erotic.“Yes, (Name)?” He asked, kissing your ear and down to your cheek. He kissed your nose, your forehead, your other cheek, and finally your lips again. You didn’t get to answer him before his tongue slipped in your mouth.You moaned into his mouth. He gripped the sheets beneath you tightly, hanging on to the shreds of self restraint that he had left. He was taking you apart one by one, setting your body on fire and heat down to your core. You were still trembling. Your heart was still hammering. You were reeling for his touch. Never had a man ever reduced you to a whining mess. You’d been with a few men yourself, each of them only once or twice, but none of them were able to play you like Shisui was now.“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered against your lips, moving to kiss down the other side of your face. “I’ve wanted to taste your skin for so, so long.” You made a sound that sounded an awful lot like a hum, but he didn’t think about it for too long. Instead he went to go kiss your other ear and down your neck again.“O-oh…”A weak spot. He’d have to remember that later.The shoulder that he’d expertly removed the knot from was showered in affection by his lips, and he moved down your arm, kissing all of the skin he could reach. He kissed at the rough skin of your knuckles, again placing a kiss on your palm with his swirling tongue. He lifted his head and went back to your collarbones, kissing, licking, and biting at both of them.You were mewling, jerking, moaning at each of his touches. Your hands were balled into the sheets - you hadn’t known that this could ever feel so good, that his hot kisses against your now cold skin would feel this amazing.He kissed down the cavern of your breasts, and your breath hitched in anticipation. “I’ll come back to these,” he whispered against your skin. “I need to kiss every part of you before I go there. I want to show you how much I-”He moaned as you threaded your fingers through his hair and gently tugged on it subconsciously. He wasn’t a submissive person. He wasn’t typically into body worship like this, but everything about you drove him insane. He was easily under your control. Anything you said, he’d do.But he knew you were too preoccupied to tell him anything.Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.He placed kisses on each nipple before making his way down.Down.And down more.Every inch of your stomach was dampened by his tongue.You gasped as if you were out of breath as he kissed down your left thigh and down to your calf. When he made his way to your foot, his tongue flickered out once more, kissing at your ankles and then the top of your foot. He made his way to the bottom, still kissing with his tongue and lips.His other hand made its way to his rock hard cock through his joggers. He’d never been this hard during foreplay before. In fact, the actual foreplay hadn’t even started. Your body alone was what drove him to this point, and he was aching for you.But he was a patient person, and before anything else, he wanted to kiss every single inch of skin on your body before he sheathed his cock into your warm pussy.He kissed down your right leg in a similar fashion, paying extra attention to your foot and toes. He’d always thought you had the sexiest feet, and he wasn’t even a foot person. But you, you had the cutest feet. He wondered what they’d look like stroking his dick.“S-Shisui, I’m so hot. There’s so much pressure,” you panted, fisting his hair once again. He let out another hiss. You didn’t have to say much more than that. He knew what you needed, and he was getting close to the end of his patience with himself. He didn’t think he’d be able to handle kissing all over your back - as much he wanted to.His head dipped in between your trembling legs and you gasped at the implications of it.“Let me help you find some release.”His breath fanned out against your heated pussy lips and you immediately started to writhe. His fingers went to dance across the skin there, finding it almost dripping with your wetness.Fuck. Knowing he’d done that to you, his most diligent and respectful student…Fuck.Two of his fingers pushed inside of you, starting off slow. The sound you made almost sounded like you were choking, but he knew you were just overwhelmed with the new sensation. You were already incredibly sensitive to his touch and this, he knew, was making it worse.But he loved that. When he lapped at your clit, the jerk you made with your entire body had him licking at you like he was starved. His fingers pumped you masterfully, and while he reduced you to a moaning mess, you pressed his head deeper into you.“Shisui..” you breathed.“Yes,” he growled into your now aching cunt. “ Yes,
(Name)! Say that more!”“S-shisui..!” He hummed into your pussy as he continued to eat and work you with his fingers and mouth. “I-I feel more pressure!”You were close to cumming. Fuck,
did he want you to cum. He wanted you to cum while you sat on his face and rode his fingers, crying out his name desperately. But he knew that right now, you just weren’t ready for that. Instead he picked up his pace, sucking, licking, and fucking your pussy with his fingers.He imagined it was his cock. In and out of you, fast, slow, hard, soft. He couldn’t wait to fuck you. He wanted your eyes to roll back, tongue to loll out stupidly. Fuck did he want that. Would you be ready for that?“(Name), cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your pretty little cunt around them.”Oh god. Oh God. With the way he was working you, you knew you couldn’t last long. You knew that he was going to bring you right to the edge.“Oo-oh God. Oh God! Oh, Shisui!” And you came. Right into his fingers. He felt every clench of your walls, every little microscopic jerk of your hips, every tremble in the muscles of your thighs. He’d been your undoing, and nothing could’ve been hotter to him than that.“Can I fuck you?”You weren’t even done orgasming when he’d asked. But it wasn’t even a question he needed to ask. You wanted to feel him inside of you so badly. “Yes. Yes please!” He pushed his way in, having thrown his pants off right after he’d asked you. You both let out simultaneous groans of fuck and your legs immediately wrapped around his waist.“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he panted as he stilled himself for a moment. He huffed into the side of your neck, kissing it. You moaned, not only from his words but from the kiss on your neck.
You breathed heavier as he gently started rocking into you.He started losing focus, instead being drawn to how fucking delicious your warmth felt on his aching cock. He was so hard that it was almost painful, but the wet, hot flesh around his pounding length made it bearable. He lowered his mouth down to your pert nipple, remembering that he’d promised you that he’d kiss you there too.“S-shisui,” you moaned. “Shisui… I… I…” Your mind was filled with thoughts of him - of his cock, of his mouth, of his words. It was all so overwhelming, and even after you’d came, you could feel the pleasure peaking once again. He filled your cunt perfectly - it was as if his dick was made for you. That thought paired with his earlier words made you moan out loud. “F-fuck! I-I…”“You what?” He asked, breaking from your breast.“I… I love you!” It came out before you could stop it, and his lips immediately crashed into yours. He kissed you hard and passionately as he continued to fuck you, bringing his pace up and his thrusts more intense. He started fucking you faster and faster, slamming into you and practically fucking you into the mattress.“Yes, (Name)! I love that! I love you! Say it again!” He kissed at your neck.“I love you!"Tears began to spontaneously stream down your face. It caught him by surprise, but he went to kiss them away, continuing to fuck you. “I love you, Shisui!”“I love you,” he whispered as he kissed your cheeks. “I love you, (Name). I love you so much.”“Oh my God,” you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you again. “Oh my god!”It felt so amazing. His cock, his love, his mouth. It all made sense now - honest to god it did. You couldn’t believe it.“F-fuck!” He croaked.It happened so fast, his hand shot to your clit and he pulled out of you, spurting his seed all over your belly. You were soon to follow him with a second orgasm, and the sound of your moans heightened his pleasure.He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He pressed his forehead to your own, bringing his hand to the side of your face. “Sorry,” he whispered. “I got a little carried away.”“It’s alright,” you said with a smile as your eyes began to shut against your will. “But did you mean that?”“Of course I did. I love you, (Name).”“I love you too,” you hummed softly as he lay down next to you. “I love you, Shisui.”He brought you into him closely, wrapping his arms around you after pulling up the blankets. He kissed your forehead. “Let’s sleep. If either of us lose, I’m going to be killed,” he spoke softly. You didn’t respond, the clutches of your dreams already dragging you in. Shisui kissed your lips one last time as you drifted off.You both went on to win first place.
And judging by
the black eye Shisui had the next day, Madara wasn’t too pleased when he found out the two of you were now dating. But the
smile on your boyfriends face was enough to set you at ease.
After all, it was just meant to be.

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Your eyes narrowed a fraction as pale, nimble fingers slipped the pointed brush from your grasp.

“Your music is too loud, (Name).” A chill jolted down your spine at the sound of your boyfriends low voice. “You didn’t even hear me come in."

You couldn't help but let out a laugh. You surely hadn't noticed him coming home, but he was also notorious for being light footed and quick. The brush was gently set down on the stool beside you that held all of the colors you'd been using to paint up your newest project. "Sorry, love. I've been working hard at this so I needed to put something on to concentrate."
Shisui nuzzled your neck and wrapped his arms tight around your waist.

"Do you know what the best part is - excuse me - one of the best parts about having an artist for a girlfriend is?" You hummed as a response, attempting to turn towards him in order to return his embrace. He held you in place. "The pictures you send," he breathed huskily against your neck. "The lighting, the angles, the poses," he continued, now pressing light kisses against the flesh there. "Each photograph is a work of art in itself. I can't imagine how much effort you put into taking those for me." You tilted your neck to allow him to deepen the kisses he was peppering all over you.

"Ready so soon, Shisui?" You asked, a curve to your lips, indicating that you were completely on board with where he was leading this.

"Oh, babe, you don't even know how long I've been wanting you." To display his need, he roughly shoved you downwards, bending you over and causing you to clumsily grasp onto the stool in front of you. "Not only is my girlfriend an artist, but she is the personification of art itself," he mused quietly, almost as if he was speaking to himself as he groped at your ass. He leaned over you, reaching up your flimsy tank top and immediately tweaking your nipples. You jerked and gasped in surprise, causing your grip on the wood to slip. Your palms landed in the plethora of paints that you had assorted in your preferred order, and the platter fell to the ground as he pressed against your back and kissed at your earlobe. The paint splattered on the floor, painting the cool marble a number of different colors. You went to complain, but stopped short as he nipped at your neck again, continuing to stimulate your nipples. "Fuck, love, I've needed you for so long. You can take it like this, can't you?"

You let out an erotic moan in response.

"Let me mark you, baby. You're my blank canvas. Let me be the artist for once," he nearly pleaded, his voice slightly wavering as he noticed your strained breaths.

"I'm yours, Shisui," you returned breathlessly.

As soon as your lips were finished with those three words, his lips were everywhere on your neck, leaving angry red marks in their wake. He raked his fingernails down your back - though it was protected by the thin fabric of your black tank - and ripped your pants and panties down without care. You heard the sound of him spitting into his palm before stroking his unprotected member. The fact that he was going in naturally made your heart race as he had never been desperate enough to do it like this before. He must've really missed you.

And fuck, did you miss him, you realized as his thick cock widened your walls. You'd been so caught up in your projects that you hadn't ruminated too much on sex, but fuck fuck fuck
the feeling of his cock slamming in and out of you accompanied by his moans and his fingers in your hair and his praises and his admissions of love and -

Your thoughts were caught off by an aggressive, hard slap to your ass. "Stop getting lost in the clouds." Another hard slap. He slowed his ministrations. "I need to to concentrate on my cock and
only
my cock. Not my voice, not my hands." He pulled your hair hard. "My cock, babe."

Fuck, he was too hot. His voice was too hot. His moans were fucking incredible. It was all too much - as much as you wanted to focus on the pleasure his dick was giving you, you couldn't. Everything was perfect. Your legs were trembling in pleasure and your fingers gripped at the edge of the stool again, painting it red and yellow and blue and-

You cried out a pitiful excuse for his name as he aggressively rubbed at your clit. Your orgasm had been building much too fast this entire time, and he was only speeding up that process. With his dick and his hands and his voice, you found yourself seeing stars and riding out the high that you'd apparently missed. His hand made contact with your ass again, and soon enough, his lips were by your ear and he was slamming into you faster than before.

"Fuck, baby, fuck!" He kissed your ear again. "Get on your knees. I'm gonna cum on your face." You heard the shiver in his voice. He stroked a few more times before he groaned, trying to hold on until you rode out your orgasm. "Babe," he hissed. You opened your eyes - when you had closed them, you had no idea. "Now!"

He pulled out of you and you obediently fell to your knees, looking up at him expectantly with your mouth open wide. He gave you a smirk as he gave himself a couple of final pumps. Streams of white liquid shot from the tip of his member as he groaned your name. He grasped the back of your head roughly, steadying you. Some of the salty liquid made it into your open mouth as he came literally
all
over your face. As he finished himself off, a self-satisfied look took his facial features. He gazed down at your fucked up hair, neck full of hickies, cumstained face, and thighs covered in a multitude of paints.

He bit his bottom lip.

"Now
that
is a fucking work of art, babe. Can I take a picture?"

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You hadn’t expected to find yourself with your naked legs draped across your boyfriends half-clothed body, but hey, he’d just gotten back from a mission and had invited you to train with him. You may or may not have gotten a little too excited when he’d taken his shirt off to cool down, and it was a complete accident that you had started rolling your hips into his when you’d gotten him on the ground.And Obito was never one to say no to his little princess. Especially not when you were panting, lips swollen, body hot and skin glistening with sweat…Obito moaned into your mouth, hiking your hips up further and pounding into you hard. You let out an unabashed gasp, completely unafraid of the consequences that could come from fucking on the training field in broad daylight. You really wanted to spend the first time together after his return locked away in your bedroom, but god, who could blame you?“You’re so tight,” Obito groaned out into your lips, his cock hard to the point of pain as he fucked you silly. He watched your tongue loll out of your mouth with hungry, desperate eyes. “It’s been so long since I was inside you.”You hummed lustfully.“I’ve been waiting, Obito,” you whisper as you go to bite at his neck. “You don’t know how much better you are than my fingers.”“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered, peppering your sweaty forehead with feverish kisses. You felt the grass tickle your thighs lightly. “So good, baby girl.” You moaned and writhed underneath him, grabbing the back of his flak jacket and rolling your hips into his. The sounds that came from your mouth had his fingers gripping the delicate blades of grass to keep him from coming.“I missed you, baby,” you panted. “I missed you so much.”Obito could hear the primal need in your tone and it caused him to grit his teeth, slamming into you harder. “Yeah?” He nearly laughed at how needy you were. You clung to him so tightly. “I missed you too little princess.” His adept fingers worked your clit like magic. You felt the buildup in your core increase dramatically.In his haze at watching you nearly come undone, he almost missed the chakra signature closing in on the two of you.“(Name), baby,” he began, picking up the pace. The last thing he wanted to do now was cut your session short, but that familiar chakra… “Kakashi is coming. We gotta-““Let him see.”Obito’s dark eyes widened and your fingers directed his chin to face you. You knew he was reluctant, but you both knew that Kakashi… well, it was obvious from his past behavior that he wouldn’t mind watching. Not to mention those pornographic books he read.“But baby-““Show him how much you love me, Obito.”That handsome, devious smirk you loved graced his lustfully flushed face. He placed your legs over his shoulders and placed a kiss on your lips before bottoming out inside of you.“In that case, I’ll show everyone baby girl.”You let out a beautiful moan as he began to fuck you hard and fast, his fingers still working you expertly towards your end. You were sobbing at this point, broken calls of Obito’s name only spurring him on to get you to completion. It was on a whim that he looked up.“Well, isn’t this exciting?”Your orgasm crashed down on you at the sound of Kakashi’s nonchalant voice. You could hear the slight edge it held and that had been what tipped you over. Your orgasm sent Obito spiralling after you and thrusting sloppily to meet his own climax.After you both shared a few kisses, Obito pulled out of you and redressed. Kakashi watched the two of you in silence.“Enjoy the show?” He asked mockingly.You wondered what expression he’d have if that mask wasn’t hiding his face.You saw the edges of his eyes crinkle in a smile. “I only caught the tail end. Seems like I might have to catch the next showing.”Obito wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Guess so, Kakashi.”

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Otsutsuki Indra was not a social person. He never had been and doubted he ever would be. He found people headache-inducing even when he was a child. The only exceptions were you, and occasionally his brother along with his relatively new girlfriend, Kanna. You'd spent years trying to tear him from his antisocial ways, but it had proved to be nearly impossible. He'd accompany you maybe once a month on what you called "adventures" to the outside world. That tradition had only started in high school when you had deemed your rigid valedictorian much too serious for your liking, and would no longer put up with his half-hearted excuses. This tradition was still very much alive now in your college years. In fact, with the addition of Asura and his new girlfriend, Indra was being forced to go out even more. He was still reserved and quiet, but the three of you were slowly pushing him more and more out of his comfort zone. It was a long process.Indra was becoming less reluctant to going out to your usual places as time went on, but your sister's wedding was coming up and your sister wanted you to buy a specific dress only available at a very niche store. It just so happened that this store was in the largest mall in the entire country, and it also just happened that Indra, your best friend for all eternity, was your plus one and needed to buy an outfit similar in color. Needlessly said, his already pale face had lost any semblance of color when you mentioned it to him. He was obligated to go - he felt obligated - but for God's sake, he didn't know if he could. It was a Friday afternoon and he knew it would be bustling with people. He momentarily wondered if he should call Asura and Kanna to go with the two of you, but the latter was at work and they were almost inseparable, so... You were surprised when he agreed. He showed up to your house fifteen minutes after hanging up your video call with a look much too grim to be just about the mall. You did a lot for him though. You always made sure he was eating enough, that he was hydrated enough, that he slept well, that he was getting enough study time... You cooked for him, cleaned his apartment, organized his paperwork, and so much more. You hardly asked him for much, but he always told you yes when you asked for something. You teased him mercilessly about it until he gave you a small smile. "I would do most anything for you. You know that."You were grateful that he was looking forward at that moment. Your cheeks bloomed with color. You turned away from him and gazed out the window at the buildings illuminated by the summer sun. "Y-yeah. Thanks, Indra." Indra's small smile disappeared just as quickly as it came. You continued to watch him despite that. A bright pink dust spread across his skin. “What are you looking at, (Name)?” “Y-your eyeliner smudged,” you lied, “you’re going to have to fix it before we go in.” He huffed. “I paid too much for this for it to smudge.” After asking him what brand it was and googling reviews, you told him that it was a horrible idea. The two of you bickered about going into a makeup store or not after picking up both of your outfits, but like usual, he relented. It was becoming pitiful - your arguments were becoming more like statements. He just went with whatever you said! You’d really have to ask him why that was once you got a chance. The parking lot was completely full. You could tell Indra was already panicking due to how tightly he was holding the steering wheel. In an effort to console him, you looped your arm in with his and lay your head on his shoulder. “It’s okaaaaay, my lovely best friend! I’m here to help!” “I am only here for you,” he said as he pulled into a parking spot that had literally just been vacated seconds before. “So that fact cancels out your attempts at consolation,” he responded, putting the car in park and setting his head on the headrest. “Well, the quicker we get out of the car, the sooner we’re out of here. I can hold your hand if you want!” You teased, tapping your index finger on the tip of his nose. “I will be your saving grace today!” Indra cocked one of his groomed brows for a moment, but shook his head in exasperation a second later. Sighing, he opened the car door and shuffled out. He walked around the front of the car and opened your door for you. You looked at him oddly when he held his hand out to you. “You said you were going to hold my hand,” he reminded you, a challenging tone to his voice. Your cheeks bloomed again. “W-well… Yeah! I did say that, but only if you wanted me to!” You stuttered, caught off guard by his sudden request. “Does me holding my hand out to you in waiting not constitute a desire for you to hold my hand?” You puffed your cheeks out, taking his hand. “F-fine, but it’s only because I know you get anxious in large crowds!” “Yes, of course. Thank you for considering my feelings,” he responded mockingly yet again. His hand was quite a bit larger than yours. However, your fingers threaded together almost perfectly. His palm was clammy with sweat, a clear display that despite his composure was a facade, and that his neutral expression was nothing but an act. As the two of you stepped in, he found himself using your hand as a lifeline of sorts. He held your hand tighter and tighter as the two of you maneuvered the crowds, finding himself utterly overwhelmed by all of the shimmering lights, murmuring voices, and judging eyes. He felt like they were all looking at him, talking about him. People bumped into his form without regard, without apology. The aroma was a mixture of various foods and perfumes, intermingling with the body odor of hundreds - no, possibly thousands - of moving bodies. Why would anyone come here of their own accord, he wondered? Were they masochists? Did they have some sort of death wish? Surely they knew that if a natural disaster of some sort occurred, that there were far too many people inside for them all to escape safely. Why were they willingly subjecting themselves to the possibility of a shorter lifespan?Maybe they were. Indra wasn’t sure he’d complain if they were anyways. There were far too many people on this planet anyways. He heard you softly call his name a few times. By the time he looked back up, you were looking at him with a worried expression. You were standing in front of the eyeliner section of a makeup store. “I’m fine,” he responded, not relinquishing his ironlike grip on your hand even as he started to browse. He kept his hand in yours even when he’d picked which shade and brand he’d wanted, and you checked out for him because you knew he hated talking to people. Not once did he let go of your hand. As you made your way out of the store and through the many people, you heard him sigh. You gave him a reassuring squeeze and continued the trek to the boutique your sister had named. You knew from the moment that you walked in that the workers were going to overwhelm him. They immediately bombarded you with questions of why you’d come to their shop, and after interrupting their long tirade of “buy our wedding dresses!” you were finally able to get a word in. You explained that your sister had wanted you to get a specific dress and that Indra needed a matching tux. They squealed about how cute that was before the two of them dispersed, going to find numerous outfits for Indra and a few different sizes for you. Indra seemed to relax as they left. “Well,” you sighed, “at least it’s going to be relatively affordable.” Indra didn’t seem amused. He remained silent. When they returned, you were rushed to the changing rooms. You let go of Indra’s hand with a mouthed apology, however he was soon to follow. You tried on two different sizes of the dress before settling on the bigger size, because honestly, you were going to be there for awhile, and you were going to be comfortable at the wedding damn it! “(Name)...” Indra’s soft voice called. “Yeah?” “I… believe this one is the most presentable of those I was offered.” You stepped out of your own room, completely dressed, to see what he looked like. Your mouth literally dropped in shock at how naturally suave he looked in the suit and you saw his pale cheeks redden. He looked away. “This looks ridiculous, doesn’t it?” You were still speechless. “Forget it. I’m not going. You’re going to have to take Asura. Kanna can deal with her own emotions. This is-”“No!” You interrupted his ranting. “Y-you look… really good.” You’d never seen his eyes blow up so wide. “Ah. Alright then. I suppose this is the one I should get.” You nodded, trying to hide your face with the dress. His brows furrowed. “I didn’t get to see yours.”
“You’ll see it at the reception,” you spoke hastily, “now get dressed so we can leave! This place smells so strongly, I’m going to get a rash.” In actuality, the longer he stood before you in that outfit, the harder it was to contain your giddiness. You weren’t so foolish as to not think him attractive, but that suit made it ten times worse. Stupid Indra.Once Indra emerged in his previous outfit with the suit gently laid on his forearm, the two of you walked towards the checkout counter. You rushed through their bombardment of questions and exited the store in a rush. Your eyes widened in surprise when Indra’s fingers latched onto yours. “What?” He asked, averting his eyes from you. “I never said you could stop holding my hand.” You grinned up at him. “Sorry. Forgot you were supposed to be the shy one for a minute there.”Indra smirked. “It seems that I am the only one that has the ability to fluster you. I have never seen you like that before.” Aaaaand there he goes, making your face light up in flames once again. “Sh-shut up! I-”“Can’t take it when you’re not the one dishing it out?”“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Is that so?”“I wouldn’t say it otherwise!” You protested. You tightened your grip on his hand and pulled him faster through the crowds. You heard him mutter an apology to someone that the big bag he was carrying with both of your outfits hit someone's leg. After what seemed like hours, the two of you finally made it back outside. Indra opened your door for you and got in himself. You were going to ask if he wanted food, but he took you through a drive-thru. You were actually going to ask if the two of you could eat inside, but you figured he’d met the limit of his tolerance for socialization for the day. He kept reaching for your hand again every time he’d have to break from you.You ate with your free hand in the car on the way back to your house. When he pulled in front of the house, he got out and walked you to the door. He gave you the large bag and draped the suit back over his arms, taking the smaller bag with his eyeliner out with it. Indra called your name before you turned to shut the door. “Yeah?” You asked.“Let me know when you’re serious.” Your eyes widened.“What do you mea-”“You know what I mean.” Indra took a few steps back. “See you tomorrow.” You stared at him incredulously as he retreated back to his car. You shut the door when he got back in and you ran your hand through your hair exasperatedly.“Shit!” You cursed, slamming your fist into the backside of the door. “How did he figure it out?!” Really, upon some reflection, it was obvious that your crush on Indra was just as big as his ego could be. Your behavior over the next few weeks up until your sisters wedding made it incredibly obvious as well. Indra indulged in your flustered behavior and became much more touchy than usual. You didn’t mind it. In fact, you enjoyed it. You wondered if you somehow gave him the initiative to take your friendship to the next level with your teasing. Your sister's wedding came upon you all faster than expected. Still, you helped them put the last finishing touches to make her day perfect.Perfect it was. You looked around at the decor with pride as your sister finished her dramatic kiss. You accidentally made eye-contact with Indra as they kissed and you immediately looked away. Some more time passed and it was time for her to toss the bouquet. All of the non-married women crowded around her. You purposely positioned yourself in the back as to avoid the embarrassment of catching something that denoted such intimacy. Imagine your surprise when it fell into your outstretched arms as you reached towards the ceiling in a stretch. You immediately thought of the tradition that the person who caught the bouquet would be the next to marry. Your eyes met Indra’s. The resulting screeches from your family and your sisters friends was enough to make you dizzy. You must’ve looked absolutely overwhelmed because you soon felt gentle fingers curl around your wrist.“Come,” Indra whispered in his low voice. “I apologize,” he addressed the crowd. “I have something I need to speak with her about very briefly.” And he whisked you away, the bouquet still laying in your arms. “Thank you,” you started, “but this won’t help the rumors.” “I don’t mind them,” he responded, opening one of the many doors in the hallway and escorting you to an outside bench. “It seems at the moment you do though.”“It’s not that,” you conceded. “It’s just that it’s my sister’s day. I’d rather it not be filled with rumors that you and I will get married one day.” He nodded as he sat next to you. “I don’t blame you for that.” You sighed, your nerves finally calming now that you were outside the hectic environment and next to the one person that knew you better than most. He sat with you in silence until your posture relaxed. Once it had, he stood and offered you his hand. “Would you like to rejoin the festivities?” You could hear the music from where you were sitting.You smiled softly. “Yeah. I’m going to put this with my things.” You took his hand. The two of you put away the bouquet that you’d caught and rejoined the group. Everyone was dancing and drinking, so you and Indra slowly made your way to the dance floor. It didn’t take long for you to begin thoroughly enjoying yourself - Indra was ensuring that you would, doing exaggerated movements and spinning you into his chest and back. You knew you’d never see him look so foolish again, and you were so grateful that he was being so considerate to you and taking the spotlight off of you personally. Of course when their eyes gravitated towards him, they eventually swiveled over you as well, but for once, you weren’t the center of attention. He didn’t let go of your hand.The food, cake, and festivities carried on late into the night. You stayed behind to help clean up - which meant Indra stayed behind as well - and saw everyone off. Your sister left for her honeymoon immediately after the reception ended. Indra was the one to drive you back to your house. He helped you carry a bunch of things in and then put them away for you. He even placed the flowers in a vase for you. “Thanks for your help. You didn’t have to do so much for me today.”“You have been getting on my nerves by stressing out about this wedding for the last couple of weeks. I wasn’t going to let you ruin it for yourself because of a superstition and some rumors.” You laughed softly. That was a very Indra thing to say. You walked him to the front door. You watched as his eyes went to the flowers you’d caught once more. “I do have something to ask you.”“Of course.” He interlaced your fingers.“...by chance, was it… me that you thought of when you caught that bouquet? I could’ve sworn we made eye contact, but I don’t know if that was wishful thinking or something else entirely.”“Wishful thinking..?” You asked him, your heart beginning to pound.“Please don’t make me say it out loud. I thought I had made it obvious enough for you, (Name).” You were both standing there incredibly flustered. You recognized how much courage it took for him to be saying this - this was as close to a confession as you were going to get from him. “Yes,” you admitted. “I thought of you.”You watched the corner of his lips purse into a smirk. “You do realize that before marriage, you have to be courted, correct?” “Of course I know that!” “Wonderful,” he responded, taking a step closer to you. He brought his slightly trembling hand to your cheek. “Consider this the beginning of our courtship.” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead. “If you’ll have me, that is.” “Yes!” You exclaimed, your heartbeat skipping and your voice raising in excitement. “Finally!” “You’ve made me forget that I am supposed to be the shy one.” He placed another kiss on your forehead. Your stomach fluttered. “As long as you hold my hand, I can’t be timid. Your touch fills me with something I could never even home to emulate in another manner.” You grinned, your eyes filling with tears. His strange confession aside, you felt weightless with happiness. “I will hold your hand forever, if you’d like!” You gushed, your feelings of admiration for this man in front of you suddenly becoming all too overwhelming. “Yes,” he agreed, smiling softly at you, his hand still framing your face carefully. “I would like that.”His eyes shone with admiration as he stared at you. You could only hope that would never fade.

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Uchiha Shisui hadn’t expected things to end this way.
In all honesty, Shisui had known that the Kotoamatsukami that he was planning to cast on his uncle wouldn’t have worked, but it would’ve bought them valuable time. Enough time to brainstorm and come up with an actual, viable plan.
Fate had other plans for him. Fighting off the Foundation had been trying, but nothing too difficult. If Danzo hadn’t taken his eye, if he hadn’t been poisoned, then he would’ve been able to live. It wouldn’t have to have ended like this.He wouldn’t have to leave you so soon if things had been different. Now no one would know your pain - your relationship had been a forbidden one. A Senju and an Uchiha. Your red eyes and his brown, your silver hair and his black. Every aspect of it was contradictory, every moment had been stolen away in under the guise of flashing, shimmering stars and a bright and shining moon. Your two hearts could never become one as he’d promised you with hushed breaths and shared kisses, between soft whispers of your name and proclamations of his eternal love.
If he’d just been stronger, he would not have let those silver locks intimidate him into keeping quiet. He’d loved you so dearly. He had traced those crimson markings on your face countless times - so many in fact, that he could feel the skin now underneath his fingertips as he handed his friend his last remaining eye along with his will. Shisui could practically hear your sobs as he took a step back, closer to the edge, closer to the end.
If he had just a moment longer, he would’ve told you that he loved you. He would’ve told you that he was sorry that he couldn’t stay, that he wanted you to carry on and become a kunoichi that even an Uchiha would fear on the battlefield. He wanted to tell you that you were his world, that he wanted to spend eternity with you, that his last, dying regret would be allowing your bloodlines to keep him from telling the world of his love for you.
And he fell. He fell fast - not faster than he had for you - but fast enough to where his heart raced with sick anticipation of his end. It almost beat as fast as it had when he kissed you for the first time - when he felt those soft, plush lips press into his own and change his world. Senju and Uchiha were one in the same, he was sure of it since that moment. He grieved for the fact he had never gotten to shout it from the rooftops.
All he felt now was pain. He could no longer breathe - his lungs ached with the labor of the breaths he couldn’t take, and he was gasping for air that didn’t exist - not under the currents he was being crushed by. It was almost like the way you took his breath away when you spoke your praises to him, when you confessed your love, when you drug your nails down his back in appreciation of his undying devotion to you.
You stole his last breath. He swore he saw you underneath the water, swimming towards him with your arms outstretched and your lips pursed in waiting for a kiss. You were beautiful as always, those crimson eyes twinkling and your long hair swirling about your form as you chased him down into the depths of the riverbed.

Shisui reached out for your hand as it neared him, knowing he would find nothing but the water that surrounded him. A smile formed on his lips and with the last of his strength, he formed the seals to rid the world of the body he’d leave behind.

There would be nothing left of Uchiha Shisui in the morning. No voice, no smile, no body.There would only be you.
He had given all of himself to you.

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Itachi didn’t initiate sex. His heart condition didn’t really allow for it.Being a civilian, you weren’t exactly sure what it could’ve been (you assumed it was bloodline related), and he never allowed you to accompany him to his doctor appointments. You knew his condition was getting worse and you did as much as you could for him, but he was a stubborn man. He didn’t like to be coddled. He could very much still fight and do many things for himself, but you wanted to take care of him. You’d been madly in love with him for years and he’d helped you so much, it wasn’t a burden to do what you did for him. That included initiating and doing the majority of the work during sex. It never lost its intimacy for you regardless of who was on top. In fact, he had only done so a handful of times. It wasn’t like you minded. Any time with him was time that you cherished deeply.

It sufficed to say that when Itachi woke up one morning and untangled his limbs from yours to slide on top of you, you knew that something was off. He didn’t give you the time to question him however, he just pressed his lips onto yours. You were still dazed from your sleep, so by the time you’d had enough coherency to kiss him back, he had deepened the kiss considerably, using one of his hands to press you into him and prying your mouth open with his tongue. His other hand went to grasp roughly at your bare chest, toying with the sensitive, pert nipple of your left breast. Your gasps went muffled by his mouth and every word you tried to get out was drowned by his tongue on yours.
The taste of iron did nothing to quell your fears, but yet he did not stop his ministrations. He continued to kiss you, to pleasure you. He began to grind his hardening member against your warming flesh, intending on slickening your entrance for himself. You moaned into his mouth, rocking against the hardness that tempted you below.
Itachi lifted the hand that was kneading your breast and tilted your chin up, pressing sloppy, wet kisses up your neck and chest. He wanted to leave marks - he needed to leave reminders that he had existed, that he had been here with you. Despite the fact his time with you had come to an unfortunate end, he wanted to leave you with a visible reminder that he’d loved you one last time. It was a selfish desire, but he was not a good or strong enough man to bypass the desire to remind you that you’d been his. If he had been allowed to stay with you forever, then he would’ve. But the path he’d taken was a cruel one, one that didn’t allow him happiness. The moments he had with you were stolen, unintentional, but meaningful nonetheless, and he was endlessly grateful to you for them.As he slowly, carefully entered your leaking cunt, he let out a shuddering breath that caused the hair on your arms to raise. He was looking down at you with those crimson eyes. You heart dropped at the sight of them, and your grabbed his neck gently and led him down to you for another deepo kiss. Once he had told you that he kept them activated to disallow even one moment to escape his memory, to prevent anyone or anything from taking him off-guard. He usually kept them brown around you, a testament to his trust for you. The presence of that blood-red color meant that he was burning the image of you into his retinas, never to forget this moment. You couldn’t help but allow tears to fall, and Itachi didn’t move to stop them. Instead he continued his slow, tantalizing hip rolling. You rocked into him in perfect synchronization. Itachi let out another soft breath, one that fanned across the entirety of your face as you separated from him. You could hear the hoarseness of his breathing and went to protest, to tell him that you could pleasure him, but he pressed a finger to your lips.
“Allow me to demonstrate the extent of my feelings for you,” he grunted as he lay his forearms on either side of your head, bringing your chests closer together. You kissed at his neck while he relished in the tight wetness. He felt himself nearing his peak but he grit his teeth in order to keep it at bay, his heart beating much too quickly for his tastes but continuing nonetheless. Your tears continued to fall and the moans you whimpered out failed to keep his mind from them. He couldn’t look at you as he did so, but he wiped them away, leaning down to your ear and pressing a kiss beneath it. “Don’t cry for me,” he pleaded. “Just focus on this.”You let out another moan as he picked up his pace and shifted your hips, hitting a more direct angle. Your calls of his name encouraged him to continue as is, but not too much later, he unexpectedly let out a guttural groan and collapsed. You called his name, attempting to wrap your legs around his waist. He was quick to act, pulling out of you and placing his palms on your calves to prevent you from doing so. He released on your stomach, rolling over onto his side after he’d completely finished and heaved a deep exhale. You knew he was short of breath and lacking in strength, but most of all, his heart was bleeding. You had felt it.Itachi’s fingers intertwined with yours. He placed a soft kiss on your knuckles and ran over the smooth skin with a calyced thumb.“Forgive me,” he spoke earnestly. “I wish it could have been forever.”
It was obvious that what he was referring to wasn’t the sex.
“It can be,” you croaked desperately.He was silent for a moment. “I cannot stay.”You hiccuped and threw your free arm over your eyes. “I know,” you responded between hiccups. “I just thought I would try.”“You have done enough.” He placed another kiss on your knuckles. “I am entirely undeserving and eternally grateful.”“You deserved love Itachi. I don’t regret anything.”Itachi fought every emotion within himself that was telling him to lie with you longer and he moved to a stand, dressing in the clothes that had been haphazardly thrown about the night before. He left to the bathroom and returned, fully dressed and with a damp, warm cloth. “A man like me deserves nothing but what comes to him,” he spoke as he cleaned you off. “I apologize for my selfishness in keeping you by my side.”You couldn’t tear your arm from your eyes as you continued to sob. “You’re a good man, Itachi,” you spoke brokenly.
“If I am a good man, then you are a wonder of a woman.” He moved a few strands of your hair back into place. “I will be waiting for you. Do not rush to meet me.”
You couldn’t respond - you were sobbing too hard - but Itachi left nonetheless.
Life had become harder without him, but you’d kept your unspoken promise not to hurry to the afterlife. It was as if he had never existed in any place but your memories.
But you knew he had.
The crows that had always watched over you did so until your final moments.

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The first time your dad's coworker came around, it was genuinely like love at first sight. Your dad knew the look in your eye like the back of his hand - it was often how your mother looked at him back in the day - and once he saw it he knew that he had to do everything it took to keep Uchiha Shisui away from you. He’d been a young father, so it wasn’t surprising for him to have coworkers your age, but that didn’t make it okay. Especially when Shisui came into work the day after having the monthly business lunch at your restaurant with a smile on his face.
Kakashi felt someone nudge his shoulder. “Hey senpai.” Kakashi looked up from his computer screen.
“Do you need something, Shisui?”
“I just wanted to let you know that your daughter asked for my phone number.”
Kakashi gave the Uchiha a scowl that he’d never seen before.
“Did you give it to her?”
His dark eyes widened a fraction at the venom that seeped through his teeth. “A-ah, yes. I’ve been talking to her since-““Nope. No. Not gonna happen.” Kakashi held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”
Shisui looked at him with confusion. “Wha-““Reach into your pocket and hand me your phone, Shisui. I’m not joking.”
“I-I-“Kakashi rose a silver brow, wiggling the fingers of his outstretched hand. Shisui looked dumbstruck as he put his hand into his pocket and drew his phone. Kakashi nodded as he took the smart phone from Shisui’s hand.
He went to your contact and called, but not before realizing Shisui had an unread message from you. Kakashi put the phone to his ear.
You answered after two rings. Way faster than you would’ve if Kakashi called you himself.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, my lovely, wonderful scheming daughter.”
Shisui shifted uncomfortably.
Kakashi heard you sigh through the receiver. “You’re the worst, dad.”
“You are not supposed to be asking my coworkers for their phone numbers. You are supposed to focus on your studies, young lady,” he chastised, returning half of his attention to the email he was typing out.
“Dad, he’s super cute. And I figured it would cut down on the whole, getting to know my parents thing.”

“Despite how cute he is, he is way too old for you.”
Shisui coughed awkwardly as one of their coworkers walked by, his eyes trained on the two of them.
“Morning, Ibisu-san.”
“Uchiha-san,” he greeted in return, picking up his pace to pass them by as he caught wind of the topic of conversation.
Kakashi was infamous for being protective over you. He had you young, at the tender age of 16, so of course he was protective. He knew exactly how men could be.

“Dad, he’s smart, respectful, resourceful, cute, fit, attractive, intelligent-“
“Old,” Kakashi refuted. “Too old.”“I’m only 27…” Shisui mumbled to himself. Kakashi gave him a look. Shisui cleared his throat. “Sorry, something must’ve gotten caught in my throat.”“Mmmhm,” he responded to the raven-haired man.

“I’m 21 dad. I’m a woman now! I might live with you, but I am pretty independent.”

“Nope,” he responded nonchalantly. “Absolutely not.”You were silent for a moment. “Alright, dad. I guess I’ll just go to the movies with Deidara then.” Kakashi’s eyebrow twitched. “Wasn’t that the ex of yours that was arrested for arson?”

“Yep! He got out on parole. He asked me out this weekend, which was coincidentally the same night I asked Shisui to dinner-“
He deadpanned. “Fine. Have it your way. You will be back by twelve.”

“Great! I’ll tell Deidara that-“
“No.” His eyes flickered to the nervous man standing next to him. “Not the arsonist.”
He heard you giggle. “Thanks dad. Love you.”
“I’m sure you do. Go back to class.”
You two said your goodbyes and Kakashi handed Shisui his phone back without looking at him. Shisui could tell he was still beyond annoyed.
“I-"“You’ll have her back by eleven. I better not see a strand of her hair out of place or even the smallest smudge of her lipstick. Do I make myself clear?”“Yes sir,” Shisui affirmed, placing his phone back in his pocket. “I won’t do anything you wouldn’t approve of.”
“Good,” Kakashi responded. “Now get away from my desk before I decide to staple your lips together.”
“Yes, senpai.” Shisui went to skitter off.
“Oh, and Shisui?”
He stopped. “Yes sir?”
“Good luck. Her expectations are leagues higher than mine.”Shisui nodded. “I won’t let either of you down.”
Kakashi sighed, rubbing at his temples.
“Yeah,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

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Shisui really couldn’t wrap his head around what was going on.

You were beginning to act a little odd lately. You were usually so disconnected from your phone and social media networks, but it seemed like - at least for the past week at least - that you were unnaturally tuned in. You constantly had your phone in hand. Even before bed, which was when Shisui just really preferred to spend some quality time with his wife. It was starting to bother him. He decided to confront you on it while the two of you laid up in bed together watching one of your favorite Halloween movies.

“Hey babe,” Shisui started as he gently rubbed your back. “Why are you on your phone so much lately?”

You looked up from your glowing device and gave him a soft smile. “Am I? Sorry love. I didn’t notice.”

At that, you locked it and put it to the side. You spent the rest of the night with your attention fully on him, something that he was simultaneously grateful yet conflicted for. However, when the next day rolled around, you were still on your phone. It was one of his rare days off and you usually kept your phone away during days like this. It was beginning to seriously perturbe him.
The two of you went out for lunch and you were still glued to the screen. It was starting to annoy him now but he promised himself that he wouldn’t say anything. It was a new behavior, a hopefully temporary one.

You stood. “I gotta use the restroom babe. I’ll be back.”

You swept your fingers across his broad shoulders in an open display of affection as you passed by him to get to the bathrooms. It was then that he realized you’d left your phone behind. He looked after your retreating form for a moment, debating on whether or not he should check it and find out what was so interesting or let it be.

He swallowed heavily. While he did want to find out who you were texting all the time, he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that. He knew you wouldn’t mind - in fact you’d probably make some silly joke about how he paid the bill anyways - but he couldn’t bring himself to do something like that to you. He would rather just ask.

But what if you were doing something that you needed to hide?
Shisui exhaled softly and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You idiot,” he chided himself softly. “She would never do anything to hurt you.” He sighed a second time and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. “Just ask her who she’s talking to. It’s that simple.”

“Are you talking to yourself Shisui?” He heard you ask. He looked up at you. You had a teasing smirk on your lips as you sat back down in front of him. You pressed the home button on your screen and it displayed that you had 6 new messages. Before you picked it up to answer them, he noticed you had to slide your finger and put in a code to unlock it.

You never had a passcode before.

“Babe, why do you have a passcode?” He asked immediately, his mouth working before his brain. Your eyes met his.

“I just figured that I should create one. You know, just cause.”

He stared at you blankly.

“Babe,” he started, “ seriously .”

You smiled at him. “I’m looking pretty suspicious huh?”

He faltered a bit. “N-... Okay, yeah. Just a bit.” Shisui exhaled for a third time in the past five minutes in an attempt to soothe his anxiety. “I’m not gonna ask what’s going on, but just tell me if I have something to worry about.”

You put your phone down. You reached across the table, around your plates of food, and placed both of his hands in yours. “I love you and only you for the rest of eternity.” You lifted his hand and pressed your lips to his knuckles. “You will never have anything to worry about.”

You watched as his tight, tense shoulders relaxed. For the first time this morning, he gave you a genuine smile. “Okay. I believe you. Is it… alright if I ask who you are talking to?”

You seemed to contemplate over this pretty heavily before formulating a response. “At this point, regardless if I answer you or not, it’s going to incriminate me in some way.”

Shisui’s smile faltered. “What do you mean?”

“Well, if I refuse to tell you, you’re just going to overthink. If I do tell you, you’re gonna figure out what’s been going on immediately.” You sighed, a small laugh escaping from your lips right after. “I guess I have no choice. I’ve been texting Kagami, Itachi, Izumi, and Sasuke.”

He felt relief and confusion hit him at the same time. “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, still grinning brightly at your husband. “Check the date.”

Shisui looked down at his electronic watch. His eyes widened at the date, and all of the residual anxiety that kept his mind captive for the past week washed away, despite his faith in you.

At the look of relief on his face, you chuckled softly. “Happy birthday, Shisui. I love you.”

“Y-you were planning something..?” His grip on your hands tightened.

You nodded.

“I…”

“You forget about your birthday every year and I usually end up taking you out to the same restaurant after you work because you don’t like to make a big deal of it. I wanted to make this one special because you were scheduled for the day off.”

He looked at you in awe for a few more seconds before grinning brilliantly at you. “God, I’m seriously an idiot. I can’t believe I forgot again. I was starting to think that-” He cut himself off with a laugh. “I’m sorry. I know you would never do that.”

“Don’t worry. I would wonder too, if I were you.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, composing himself. “Thank you for understanding. I didn’t mean to doubt you.” He unthreaded your fingers to take a sip of his drink, wetting his suddenly much too dry throat. “What do you have planned?”

“ That I can’t tell you.”

He laughed and the two of you continued your lunch with jovial conversation and more laughter. You went to the mall for some shopping and then to the park for a leisurely evening walk to finish off the day.

Shisui couldn’t help but wonder what was coming next after finding out you’d been communicating with his family.

As the two of you were on your way home, your phone rang and you answered it hastily with the hand that wasn’t entwined with his.

“Hello?”

Shisui couldn’t hear the person on the other line.

“Yeah, he knows now. He’s just too perceptive.”

Shisui chuckled lowly to himself. That was not that word to describe his behavior for the past week - it was more like paranoid.

You exchanged a few more words with whatever family member of his on the other line before hanging up. The two of you drove up to the house. He immediately noticed the increase of the number of cars parked on the street as he rolled into the driveway. Shisui shook his head with a smile, holding the car door open for you. “Babe, you really didn’t have to do this.”

“Hush,” you jokingly reprimanded him as you got out of the car. “You deserve it.”

The two of you walked to the door, free hand in free hand. You were still carrying your purchases, after all.

You unlocked it, and as soon as the two of you walked in…

“Surprise! Happy birthday Shisui!”

He let out a joyous laugh, bringing you into a tight hug, eyeing all of his friends and family that stood before him. Balloons, streamers, and a large banner decorated the house. Each person greeted him with an enthusiastic hug.

He spent the rest of the night enjoying the music, drinks, food, and celebration among his closest family and friends. You retired a bit early, stating that you were tired and that he could join you later.

An hour or so later, people slowly began leaving. He gave them his thanks for their company, wishes, and gifts. After he and Itachi dragged out a thoroughly intoxicated Sasuke, he went back in to a completely spotless house, courtesy of his parents. He made his way upstairs to the shower.

After finishing, he wandered to your shared bedroom, humming one of the tunes that Kakashi had put on earlier. He reached out to open the door.

The chorus caught in his throat when his eyes fell on you, laying on the bed nonchalantly, dressed in nothing but black lace lingerie. You set your phone down as soon as he entered the room, picking up a small black box that had been set on your nightstand.

Your hips swayed sensually as you walked over to him. He wet his lips with his tongue before taking a few steps over to you as well. You opened the box, a mischievous grin on your face. His eyes lowered down to it, an eye catching gold necklace glinting back up at him.

“Can I put this on you?”

“Of course,” he spoke. You maneuvered behind him, taking the chain from the box and placing it over his neck. “There’s something else you can put on me too, you know.”

“Oh, I know babe.” You kissed his bare shoulder blade, biting it gently. “And I will.”

“Thank you for everything. I love the necklace. I had a lot of fun,” he spoke genuinely, turning around to you and wrapping his arms around you. You giggled, your fingers wringing around the towel at his waist.

“The fun is just starting, love.”

“I love you,” he murmured into your neck. The towel fell to the ground.

“Happy birthday, Shisui. I love you too.”

You lead him to the bed with your pointer looped into the chain on his neck.

You spent the rest of the night very enthusiastically reminding him just how much you adored him.

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You were Uchiha Shisui’s soulmate. Both of your soulmate marks had turned red the second you’d met each other.

You both knew it, but had yet to truly do anything about it. The main reason being was that this class was unbearably boring. He’d already passed the advanced version of statistics back in high school, but unfortunately the credits hadn’t transferred over as this was considered one of the more prestigious universities in the country. Even still, he knew what he was doing without studying - without paying attention, even.

He mostly just stared at you.

You had a window seat, so every time you looked over at him, he played it off like he was just staring off into space. He didn’t know you too well so he didn’t want you to think he was staring even if he

was.

Shisui had probably only interacted with you a handful of times outside of this classroom. You were always pleasant, though. You had a nice group of friends around you and a good head on your shoulders. You were attentive to each and every word that spilled from Professor Jiraiya’s lips and wrote thorough and organized notes.

He’d been paired with you a few times in this class. It was always an easy, enjoyable process. He was just too chicken to ask you out. Soulmate or not, it was always possible that you’d reject him. Plus, he didn’t know if you were taken.

You always started off the class with four different colors of highlighters, two black pens, and a calculator out on your desk. You used your purple highlighter the most, he’d noticed. You doodled with it on the sides of the pages in your downtime. He assumed it was your favorite color.

He’d slipped a couple into your backpack once. Just to make sure you wouldn’t run out.

You also had this look where you scrunched up your nose in the slightest when you didn’t understand something thoroughly enough. Those were the times where he decided to start paying attention and ask enough questions so that the scrunch went away.

Sometimes he didn’t, though. He thought the scrunch was cute.

You also tapped your nails on the desk in a quick, uneven pace four times approximately every 15 minutes. You took care of your appearance and your things. Everything about you was neat.

He liked that.

“Uchiha?”

Shisui blinked, taking his attention from the side of your visage and directing it towards his sensei.

“Yes sir?” He asked, genuinely unsure as to why the teacher was calling for him. He thought they had an unspoken mutual agreement that he wasn’t going to pay attention to his lectures and that it was fine as long as he did the homework and aced the tests.

“See me after class.”

Well shit.

“Yeah, no problem.”

Whatever,

Shisui tried to brush it off,

if I’m in trouble, I’ll just make some stupid excuse.

He continued to switch his attention from you to outside and back for the remainder of the class. (Sometimes he really

did

stare outside.)

Class ended and people packed up their things. Shisui sighed and went to stretch as he stood, accidentally catching your eye as he did so. You gave him a polite smile, walked over to your blonde friend, and took off. He had returned your smile, but he’d forgotten to wipe it off of his face.

He was still smiling when he got up to Jiraiya’s desk.

The professor sighed and ran his hand over his face. He held up a finger, hushing Shisui when he went to ask what he wanted. The classroom was still occupied, he noticed, and he suspected that Jiraiya wanted the room empty before speaking with him.

Shisui’s expression neutralized as the remaining students filed out.

“How old are you, Uchiha?”

“Twenty four sir. Why?”

“Have you ever had a girlfriend before?”

Shisui furrowed his dark brows. Why was this relevant to statistics in any way?

“I mean, yeah, but-”

“That is seriously astounding. You are

hopeless.”

Confusion flickered across Shisui’s features before he realized - Jiraiya knew.

“Oh.”

The older, white haired man laughed. “I’ve been

trying

to help you.”

Shisui wasn’t sure if he was making the correct assumption when he thought of you, so he went to confirm. “You mean with the

class work

or-?”

“Nope. With (Last Name).”

“Oh.”

“You just stare at her. It’s kind of creepy, you know. I’m sure she’d go with you if you just asked her out. She’s interested in you.”

Shisui was confused again. “What do you mean? She’s just nice, sir, and she's nice to everyone. Not just me.”

“You’ve never seen what she draws on our tests, have you?”

Shisui faltered for a moment. “No. What does she draw..?”

The older man gave him a mischievous grin and shuffled through his desk drawers, seemingly looking for something. He then pulled out a small packet - Shisui recognized it to be the last test that the class had taken.

Jiraiya flipped to the back of the last page and handed it to Shisui. Shisui, with furrowed brows, took it from him without really expecting much.

His mouth literally dropped when he saw it.

On the back of your test was a rough sketch of him sitting at his desk, looking boredly down at a scrap of paper. It was an incredible drawing, though it was obviously a draft. There was a small heart right above his head on the drawing, which caused his chest to tighten considerably.

“

Oh.”

‘You can take that home if you want.” Jiraiya tore the page off for him. “Go give things some thought. I know soulmates can be intimidating, but you stare at her enough that things will be

less

awkward when you ask her out.”

Shisui swallowed his jittering nerves. “You’re right.”

Jiraiya gave him a few pointers and then Shisui left for his next class. He was hardly able to focus - not like it mattered much, he really didn’t need to for anything he took this semester - and then spent the rest of the week thinking about how he should ask you to go out with him.

Thankfully, it hit him on Thursday night.

He spent all of Friday morning psyching himself up to do it, but when he saw you standing by his desk, all of his previous confidence vanished.

You smiled at him as he approached his seat. “Shisui-kun, good afternoon.”

“Hey, (Name)-san. Everything okay?”

He saw you avert your eyes and hold the strap of your bookbag a bit tighter. “Do you have plans for this weekend?”

His eyes widened. That had come out of nowhere. “Yes! I mean, no. Well, I mean, I did, but my plans were basically to ask you if you wanted to, uh…” Shisui took a deep breath, noticing you’d started to giggle. “Sorry. What I meant to say was that I don’t have plans.”

“Were you going to ask me to go somewhere with you?”

He nodded sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Okay. When?”

“Saturday?”

You smiled wider. “That works. What did you have in mind?”

“Dinner..?” Shisui trailed off, a shy grin on his face.

“I like the sound of that,” you admitted. You leaned onto your tippie toes and pressed your lips to his burning cheek. “Pick me up at eight?”

“Yeah,” he affirmed. “I’ll pick you up at eight.”

Everyone else began filing in so you scurried back to your seat. As soon as Jiraiya walked in, he looked to Shisui and back to you.
He held his thumb up in an encouraging gesture.

Shisui laughed softly and held his thumb up in response.

He looked over at you. He let out another laugh as he realized that you were also giving a thumbs up to the teacher. He shook his head in disbelief. Jiraiya gave him a wink.

To think that his advanced statistics professor would set him up with his soulmate.

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Uchiha Obito always worked incredibly hard. That was by far one of your favorite things about him. Ever since you two were children, he’d dedicated himself to not only helping others, but becoming the Hokage.

He was what you considered to be a late bloomer. However, those that had to be pushed harder to achieve success were usually the ones that could go farther than anyone else. Obito had proven that to be true time and time again, and you were more than ecstatic to bear witness to his spectacular story as it was written.

You considered yourself fortunate to be by his side as he achieved his dreams one by one. He amazed you with his tenacity and strength. When he stumbled, he picked himself up. When

you

stumbled, he swept you up in his arms and taught you how to fly.

You had always been close with him. It was a forbidden type of friendship, considering your bright red hair gave away your blood ties immediately. You couldn’t hang out much during the daytime, so you’d steal him away during the night.

You were both growing tired of the secrecy. He promised you once midnight had passed on the eve of your eighteenth birthday that once he become Hokage he would abolish the bad blood between the Senju, Uchiha, and Uzumaki clans for good.

“And I did, didn’t I?” You felt his soft lips press against your bare shoulder blade. A smile ghosted across your lips as his arms wound around your waist.

“You did,” you breathlessly affirmed, feeling a bead of sweat slide down the side of your face. He laughed softly and kissed your cheek, thrusting forward sharply, but carefully enough to the point where your hips would not slam against the bathroom sink that you were leaning on.

“It was worth it,” he whispered, unwinding one hand from your waist and dragging it through the damp red hair he had always loved so much. “All of the pain, all of the blood I lost - that I spilled - Ah!” He hissed as you ground your ass into his hips, rolling into him with a wanton moan. Obito bit softly at your neck. “For you, for us, it was…” He let out a breathy gasp of your name as you continued to rock against him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Rokudaime-sama.” You watched him stare at the way your bodies connected with one another from the steamy mirror - you had both gotten out of the shower not several moments ago - when he had grabbed you and started to kiss you desperately.

He seemed enamored with the way his cock slid in and out of you - it was like he refused to take his eyes off of the sight for even a moment. How your slick coated his fleshy member and the way you fit and expanded for him seamlessly…

He let out another guttural groan, closing his brown eyes and littering kiss after kiss down your neck.

The feel of his lips, of his love, it was all so intoxicating. You moved together flawlessly - as if your body was made to move in tandem with his.

Uzumaki or not, you were made for this man - this Uchiha. This moment in time convinced you of that more than ever.

The sound of Obito’s heavy breaths echoing off the bathroom walls signalled to you that he was ready to let go for you. You turned your head and kissed him passionately, your tongues swirling, dancing, rubbing. “I’m so close,” he warned, his grip on your backside getting tighter. “I’m close…”

“Cum, Obito. It's okay, love.”

You didn’t need to say much else. The sensuality of your voice was enough to send him over the edge and he kissed you again as he let loose inside of you. Once he had properly finished, you turned around and he wrapped himself around you again, kissing the side of your face. “S-sorry. I didn’t mean to… go inside.”

You smiled and placed a kiss on his temple. “It’s quite alright. I wouldn’t mind having a second, smaller version of you.”

You felt him stiffen. “Y-you serious?”

“Of course.”

He seemed to relax in your hold. Your fingers traced the indents of muscles on his back and drifted over his scars.

“Well, if we do have one, we have to get married first.”

“Is that your way of asking to marry me?”

Obito laughed gently into your ear. “I guess it is.”

“I’ll give you an answer once I get a proper proposal,” you joked, pressing a kiss to his lips. He separated from you and gave you a goofy grin. His eyes ran over your face, and the grin on his lips suddenly fell and his face became serious.

“I… If we have a child, I want them to have your hair. I’ve… always loved your hair.”

It what had been what drew him in, after all.

You smiled.

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You gasped as a rough hand pulled your head back harshly.“What did I fucking tell you about going alone, (Name)?!” Obito demanded, pulling your head far enough so that you were forced to stop walking and bend your neck to where you could see him getting closer to the back of you. You winced as he tugged it harder. “Are you gonna answer me or are you going to play dumb?!”
You narrowed your eyes at him, intentionally ignoring the exorbitant amount of crimson that dyed his green flak jacket a crude shade of color that looked almost brown underneath the starlight. “You- ow! Don’t do that! It hurts!” You spat back, a scowl on your face. “I went alone because I could handle it, Obito! I-”“They had you tied to a goddamn barrel of explosives, (Name)! That doesn’t fucking seem like you were handling it!” You went to protest vivaciously, but before you could even start, he had let go of your hair and pushed you against the hard trunk of the nearest tree. “They could’ve taken advantage of you. They could’ve killed you!” You went to talk again but he forcefully place the palm of his gloved hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened at the suddenly spinning tomoe of his blood red sharingan. “If you even try to give me that stupid excuse about your kekkei genkei making it nearly impossible for you to die, I will tie you to this fucking tree and make you realize how bad your situation truly was.”

Oh. Now wasn’t that promising?
He felt your lips curl into a smirk and he tilted his head, a dangerous scowl still in play on his own. “You think this is funny?”
You shook your head, reaching up to his hand with both of yours and using a fair amount of strength to peel his hand from your mouth. “Yeah. And it’s kinda hot, actually.”His eyebrows furrowed and he leaned in to your face, moving his arms to cage you in tightly. You felt the weight of his arms on your shoulders. He was purposely pressing down. “Wanna try me, (Name)?”“Obito, I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me for weeks. If this is what gets you to finally cave, not only am I going to laugh, I am going to laugh while you shove your cock down my throat.”

One of the hands at your shoulders was at your throat next, pressing your head back into the base of the tree, slowly applying more and more pressure as the seconds ticked by. The mocking look in your eye morphed into something more carnal and desperate as he ran his other hand down your torn shirt, bypassing the waistband of your pants and delving into your panties. A gasp was torn from your constricted throat when his leather-covered fingers began to press roughly at your sensitive nerves. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” Obito spoke through his teeth. His sharingan bore holes through you, and God they were so intimidating but so sexy at the same time. He loosened his grip on your neck and allowed you to gasp for air. He watched your chest heave while you struggled to regain your sense of self. He was taking you apart with his fingers - not even entering you yet - but the build up of this entire relationship, all of the sexual tension… it made you want to scream.
“Are you gonna keep fumbling around like an inexperienced virgin or are you going to fuck me like you mean it?” You taunted him, your smirk sending him reeling.“Since you asked so nicely,” he started, leaning into your face. “I’ll fuck you then.”
Before you could say another word, you were on the forest floor with Obito’s tongue shoved into your mouth. He ripped your pants off haphazardly, not caring whatsoever for the consequences.
He lifted your hips up, and thanks to his earlier ministrations, you were already wet for him. Without a second thought, he slid his cock into you, not even bothering to remove his own clothing before doing so. A cross between a hiss of pain and a moan left your mouth and it rumbled into his. He continued to devour you, not even separating for a breath. His hand only needed to bypass the bindings you’d wrapped around you to support your breasts thanks to your practically mutilated shirt, and while the thought that someone else had torn it from you made him savagely jealous, he relished in the fact that they were now dead, and thus, hadn’t gotten nearly as far as he was about to go.Rough pinches to your nipples sent your pleasured mind into overdrive. All you could do was moan and writhe as he rocked his hips into you roughly, savagely. You had never expected Obito to be so rough with you, but God were you glad he was. You could feel your orgasm coming faster than you’d ever experienced - the fact that you were out in the open was only wrenching you along the path to ecstasy.
Obito took his hands from your nipples to place your legs over his shoulders and the change in angle took your breath away despite the fact he had finally vacated your mouth. He was placing sloppy kisses to the sides of your calf muscles and one of his hands was now rubbing furiously at your clit. “Fuck you and your stupid, pretty face…” Obito growled, softly running his teeth against your skin. He grunted as he felt your walls clench around him. “And your tight fucking pussy…”You moaned his name and he groaned in response. “Keep saying that, beautiful,” he encouraged you, feeling his oncoming release. Your sporadically tightening walls told him all he needed to know about you, too. “Come on, baby. Call my name.”
And you did. Over and over and over until he’d painted your stomach with his seed just after your walls collapsed around him. You called out one anothers names, and when Obito was finished, he was immediately filled with mortification. He searched for your ruined pants and wiped you off.“Oh… shit…” He quickly pulled up his trousers, noticing he’d forgotten to do so in his haste to help you, and grimaced. “I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
You laughed and shook your head, still laying on the now warmed grass beneath you. “No way!
That was fucking amazing!”
He smiled sheepishly as he continued to gaze at your illuminated, almost nude form in the moonlight. “I, uh, got a bit carried away. I’m sorry.” He leaned down, coiled his arms around you, and lifted you up. “I’ll carry you back to camp. I don’t think you’re in the condition to walk.”
“Hell no! Not after that!” You laughed again, recalling how thoroughly your legs were trembling through the whole thing. “I’m totally gonna go off on my own again if it means you finally fuck me,” you declared.
Obito scowled. “(Name)...”“Just kidding, Obi.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his cheek. “Right… I’m glad you’re okay, princess.” He sighed and you giggled.“I’m more than okay. You have to do that again.”Obito chuckled lowly. “We’ll see.”

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“Are you okay?” You asked, your brows furrowed in concern as you gazed worriedly at your husband.
The stoic midnight haired man to your right hand side scoffed.
“I’m fine.”You sighed and rubbed the middle of your forehead in exasperation. “Sasuke, just be honest with me. I don’t want to play the guessing game today. Entertaining that other version of you has been exhausting enough.”You heard a snap and you shot your attention his way. “What is wrong with you?!” You demanded, staring at his broken chopsticks. You snatched them away from him and stood.
“Don’t entertain him.”
“Until we find out how to send him back-”“No.”
You gave him a look and shook your head, walking passed the third, currently empty seat at the table and into the kitchen.
“Well I’m not going to let him sleep on the streets you know. He’s you, just… a bit different.”
“He’s tried to get you alone seven times,” he spoke from the table, his voice still void of any identifiable emotion.
“He has his own version of me back where he’s from - you heard him say that. They’re married. I highly doubt he would actually try anything with me, Sasuke.” You searched the nearest drawer for another pair of metal chopsticks after tossing the broken ones out.
“The way he talks about you… or her…” Sasuke paused for a moment, “I don’t like it.”
You sighed and walked back to the table. “Well you’re just going to have to deal with it. I’m not putting him out on the streets.”
“Oh, loooooveeeelyyyy~”
You watched Sasuke wince at the sound of his own voice on the verge of morphing into a song.
The much more… confusing version of Sasuke came sauntering back into the dining room - he’d gone to the restroom - and a wide, mischievous smile was on his face.
The other Sasuke - your Sasuke - snatched the eating utensils from your hand and continued with his meal.
“You’re running out of soap, beautiful.” He gave you a wink. “Thought I’d let you know just so you can get some when you decide to grace the outside world with your wonderful presence~”
“Thank you Sasuke,” you said with a grin. You heard your husband huff from beside you.
The Sasuke that was dressed in a deep purple color ran his fingers sensually over your shoulder as he passed by you. He sat down in front of his bowl and placed his hands nearly together. “Thank you for the food!” He exclaimed, his tone jovial and his gratefulness evident through his voice.
You shot a look at your silently brooding husband as he toyed with the rice in his bowl. Sasuke was never that thankful - or, quite frankly, that pleasant.Sasuke took a brief glance at your expression as you sat back down to eat your own food. A frown creased your lips.

Sasuke tried not to grit his teeth - looking physically agitated while this guy was around meant trouble. You’d likely defend him until you were blue in the face.
With an internal sigh, Sasuke determined that no matter however it long was that this… counterpart of his was going to be here, it was far too long.

~~~~~~
“I’m telling you, once you hit the right spot, the way she sounds is heavenly.”“Mm.”

“She sounds like a siren, Sassy. It’s angelic.”Why did he keep calling him that..? God, that nickname was stupid.“Ah.”“And the way she writhes if-”“Stop.” Sasuke closed his eyes, pleading for himself to hold onto his patience.
You had gone shopping as the third mouth was depleting your resources quickly and you’d left Sasuke with… well, Sasuke. You’d demanded he be respectful and try to get along with… himself and then left without another word.He’d been here a week now.
“Hm?” He saw a grin spread across his counterparts face. He leaned forward, nearing the edge of the couch. “Does that bother you? Does your sex life suck or something?”“No. You’re just annoying,” Sasuke insisted.
The other Sasuke looked much too smug. Was that the look he gave Naruto back in their adolescence..? No wonder Naruto wanted to pummel him.
“She could sing for you too, Sassy. I tend to water my roses , not leave them dry.”
Sasuke furrowed his thin brows. “Water my…” Sasuke tilted his head, his frown severe. “ What? ” He was pretty sure you hated roses. You liked sunflowers.
He laughed. “Wow!” Sasuke watched as his eyes began to water. “That’s rich! You don’t even know what foreplay is?”
“I know what it is,” Sasuke insisted, subconsciously grinding his teeth.
“Look Sassy, you seem pretty clueless, in actuality. I’ll do you and her a little favor - I’ll show her a good time, and you can watch and learn from it. We all wi-”Sasuke found his fingers digging so deeply into the collar of his counterparts shirt that he could feel it ripping. A smirk came to his face, and before Sasuke threaten to wipe it off of his face, the door opened.

“Sasuke!” You yelled, immediately catching sight of your husband holding his other self high up off the ground by his collar. “Let him go! Now!”
“(Name)...” Sasuke turned his head to look at you, and upon recognizing the anger in your eyes, he let his other self drop. Sasuke felt shame suddenly well up in his chest and he looked away.
The next moment, Sasuke was rushing out the door and you were scrambling to get his attention as he left. The alternate Sasuke picked himself up off the ground while you were calling out for your husband. You let out a sigh and ran your hands through your hair - you had accidentally dropped all of your bags while you’d been grabbing at Sasuke.
“Let me help you,” the other Sasuke offered, kneeling down to your level once you’d gone to pick them up.

“Thank you,” you sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”

“Insecurities, love. He’s afraid I know you better than he does.” Your brows furrowed as he helped you gather your things and place them on the kitchen counter.“Why would he think that..?”
“No idea~” He sang, spinning himself around to face you with a slightly mischievous grin. You rolled your eyes. What a poor liar. “Out of curiosity, what is your least favorite flower..?”
It took you a minute to ponder over his spontaneous question. “...Roses. They’re cliche,” you
responded. “Why?”
He grinned wider, leaning in so closely to you that you could almost feel his words on your lips. “Just wondering.” He rocked back on his heels, putting more distance between the two of you. “You and her… you really are opposites. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s the one with you instead of me~”Before you could think of what the hell that could’ve possibly meant, he was flitting up the stairs and bidding you goodnight.
You groaned and leaned against the counter. “They both seriously left me with all this work…” You shook your head and began to walk away from the counter. “I’m going to take a shower first. I need a damn break.”
You didn’t know how much longer you could take this.

~~~~~~
When you got out of the shower, everything was put away. You didn’t question it, attributing the favor to be from one of the Sasukes. You didn’t want to put much thought into which one because the entire situation was starting to give you a headache.
When you walked back into your bedroom, you saw your Sasuke standing there in the dark.
“Why didn’t you turn the light on when you came in?” You asked him, approaching him cautiously. He turned around to face you, a complex look on his features. You immediately reached out for him, flattening your hands on either side of his face. “Is something wrong?”

“Do I not… water you?”
You couldn’t help but to snort. “What..? Sasuke… did he say something to you? Please don’t take anything that man says seriously. He’s a mess.”Sasuke seemed to be put at ease by that - at least by a fraction. “Do you wish I was…”

“No,” you responded when he hesitated, assuming what he meant. “I like you the way you are.” You kissed his lips. Before you knew it, he’d deepened the kiss and your back was on the bed. Sasuke crawled above you and kissed you again much harder.After you’d tired each other out, you fell asleep.

The next morning when you had asked Sasuke to wake your guest for breakfast, there was no response when he’d knocked. Sasuke let himself in, finding no one in the room.

Instead, he noticed that
a small piece of paper was left on the meticulously made bed. Sasuke picked it up and read it with a scoff. He left the room, tossing the paper in the waste bin on his way out.
Like he needed him to tell him that.
Keep watering that sunflower, Sassy.

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Your head flew back as a gasp escaped your parted lips. You felt your body sway backwards in the slightest and soft lips began to press at your exposed neck.

You were anchored to the side of the spaceship, your legs wrapped tightly around your husband’s torso. He was having some trouble keeping close to you as he was floating freely, but his hips were still snapping into yours, creating that delicious friction that you’d craved for so long.

Because it had been so long since the last time he’d felt you, Shisui was unraveling quite quickly. He’d initially been incredibly resistant to trying this with you on the basis that, well, he just didn’t know what would

happen.

Eventually, after numerous months literally floating around the galaxy, he’d caved. He missed the curve of your ass and the tightness of that delicious cunt he was relishing in now. He missed your pretty little lips as they pursed around the length of his cock. Thankfully, you hadn’t missed a beat when he’d suggested it to you as you were finally beginning to make the trek home.

“Shisui!” You moaned as the lack of gravity forced him to change his angle. His cock plunged deeper into you and he groaned weakly, losing himself in you even more. He bit down on your racing pulse, tasting the bitterness of sweat on your skin as he did. He licked up your neck and back down, intent on drawing more of those heavenly sounds from you while he ground his cock into you.

You began rocking your hips down onto him and he let out a hiss, wrapping his arms tighter around you so that you wouldn’t get too far from him. He felt his release creeping up on him faster than expected, so he moved one of his hands back down and began to massage your clit in a way you just couldn’t resist.

Your sounds increased in volume and you started to roll into him faster than before. Just as you lost yourself and began to tighten around him, he felt himself lose what was left of his restraint with a loud, exaggerated groan.

Shisui peppered kisses over your face lovingly, holding on tightly to you. “I can’t believe we did that,” he panted, a smile on his face as he kissed your face. “I really can’t.”

You breathlessly giggled, noticing that the excess liquid as a result of your session had started to move about weightlessly. You began to laugh harder as he pulled out, cursing yourself for not considering that might happen. You felt tears of hilarity well up in your eyes as soon as you chanced a look at Shisui’s mortified expression. “Oh my god,” he deadpanned.

“Houston, we have a problem..!” You managed to breathe out through your laughter. Shisui gave you a look, but he slowly broke out into a smile of his own at your ridiculousness.

“This is totally not funny, (Name)! How are we going to clean this up? Where’s a jar!?”

You couldn’t stop yourself from laughing. He soon joined you, and the two of you went to clothe yourselves before brainstorming for a solution together.

As much as you both wanted that, you really hadn’t thought that through.

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"What the hell are you talking about?!"
The accusatory tone you'd instantaneously taken had him regretting speaking at all."I am only saying that-""What, are you afraid that your old man will say something to you about me again?" You scoffed, picking up your glass of alcohol and taking a sip from it before letting out a bitter laugh. "You're a grown man. You shouldn't give a shit what those fuddy-duddies have to say about you and I, ya know?”Itachi swallowed dryly at the attention your coarse manner of speaking was drawing.
The two of you were on an anbu mission together once more - they often sent you out with him due to your exemplary healing skills and adequacy and his prowess in… well, just about everything else. You were currently resting in Ōto, enemy territory, so any attention you’d bring to yourselves was bad attention.
However, he’d known you long enough to realize that you quite honestly couldn’t care less what type of attention you drew to yourself.
“Please at least make a partial attempt to restrain yourself,” he politely requested. “I would prefer not to make a scene.”
You dramatically rolled your eyes. “You’re smart enough to gauge my reaction before you even said anything about “professionalism”. Either you did want to make a scene, or your emotions are clouding your judgement.” You swirled the clear liquid around in the cup and gave him a grin. “Which means you like me.”
Itachi’s already fraying composure practically fell apart by the seams. He needed to find something else to look at now or you’d notice that his eyes had grown the slightest bit larger. He looked down at his partially eaten meal. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to.” You laughed boisterously. “You might have everyone else fooled, but I can read you easily. Guys like you keep everything in until they just can’t anymore. That’s why you got vulnerable with me last night and told me about your cousin’s illness. You trust me, and you have to like me enough to trust me. That’s why you’re so scared of your father's reaction to us being friends. Not only that, you forgot how confrontational I am.”
“Your logic is flawed.”
“I’ve known you for five years, captain. If anyone’s logic is flawed, it’s your own for being so goddamn emotional and keeping it all to yourself.” You took another gulp of your drink. “I mean, suit yourself, you know? I’m here whenever you need me. With an open mind, heart, arms…”
He felt heat rush to his pale cheeks and busied himself with his chopsticks.
You laughed. “Well, I guess the point is, I want you to ignore what they’re saying to you. Our business is our business, ya know? They need to keep their noses out of it.” Suddenly, your voice grew much softer and less accusatory. “Just to let you know, I’m ready for you to admit it to yourself whenever you are.”
It? What was it?
Was it the way he felt when you looked him dead in the eye and called him by his given name with no honorific? Was it when you gently took his hands into your own and soothed his hectic thoughts? Could it… be the way he didn’t quite mind waking up next to you in the morning whether it be in the middle of a field of grass, on a bed mattress, a futon, a cold, hard, unforgiving floor? Was it the flutter in his chest when he saw you in civilian dress or when you brushed his bangs from his eyes?
“I’m afraid you have some misconceptions about me,” he manages to spit out, finding his tongue tangling up with itself the longer he allowed himself to think. “There is nothing I need to admit to myself or to anyone else.”
He wasn’t even looking directly at you, but he still saw you wince from his peripherals.“Yikes.” You downed the rest of your alcohol and ordered another glass. “Well, I’m going to need to get absolutely plastered after hearing that .”It sounded too harsh to him too, but he’d already had a talk about you with his father and he wasn’t too keen on having one again.
He saw you lift your newly filled glass to toast. “To alcohol and apathy, then.”
He didn’t move to grab his untouched glass of sake you ordered for him. After a few more seconds, you caved and drank yours alone.

~~~~~~
You stood in front of Itachi, civilian clothes and all, with a backpack slung over your shoulder.
You’d become more distant over the past few months- which was completely unlike your persistent personality - and now he knew exactly why.
He had grown distracted. He still completed his anbu duties seamlessly to save face in front of you, but when it came to his clan...
His father had spoken to your mother .
Your mother, being a widowed matriarch of an extremely well known clan, took Fugaku’s visit to Uzushio as a threat. She had allowed you to move to Konohagakure with your aunt, Kushina, because she had wanted you to get thorough training as a kunoichi and gain experience.He’d known that. But he hadn’t expected this.
“Hey Ita-... I mean, captain,” you greeted, a sorrowful smile on your lips. Itachi immediately felt his heartbeat stall.
“Miss (Name),” he responded, attempting to remain impassive.
“Looks like I’m headed home, so I just wanted to say bye, ya know? I don’t really know when I’m going to be able to come back, so…” You rubbed them back of your neck sheepishly. “I… my mother…”
“I understand,” he interrupted, “my father feels the same.”
“I guess we just got too close for rival clans,” you mused, turning your gaze up to the cloudless, blue sky. “I tried to fight her decision for awhile, but…” you sighed. “I guess I give a shit what the fuddy-duddies think too, captain.”
Itachi didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what he could say.
“I wish you well,” he choked out, his chest tightening at the farewell tumbling from his lips.
You lowered your gaze back to him and that sad smile appeared again. “You too.” You looked as if you wanted to say something else, but instead you just shook your head and placed your hand out for a handshake. “It was a pleasure.”
He took it.
“It was.”
He didn’t know how haunting the soft skin of your palm would continue to be for years to come.

~~~~~~
Itachi had been sent out to do the shopping for his cousin again.It was the second time this week. His cousin’s wife was feeling particularly ill and nausea plagued her at all times of the day. At first, he had been concerned, but once she’d sent him out for pears a few days ago because she’d been craving them, he knew what it was.
Shisui was going to have a baby. And his cousin, the fearless, famed Shunshin no Shisui, had fainted once he’d made the connection. He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it and so that was why Itachi was fulfilling his wife’s cravings.
He reached for the first green, shapely fruit he saw once he approached the appropriate stand.
Instead of the skin of the fruit, his hand brushed against another.
He was suddenly struck with an electric feeling of familiarity. He looked up in a flash, his heart hammering and his fingers beginning to tremble.
He hadn’t forgotten the way your hand felt. Not even after all these years. He regretted ever letting it go, letting you go. Watching his cousin fall in love and marry had been eye-opening and he had finally admitted it to himself.
He had loved you for a long, long time.
You grinned, tilting your head and nibbling on your bottom lip as you made eye contact with him.
“I didn’t really think pears would be your thing. Peaches seem more up your alley,” you started.
“They aren’t for me,” he responded, suddenly forgetting everything he’d ever wanted to say to you over the past few years.
“Oh? Who are they for, then?”
Itachi swallowed thickly. “My cousin's wife. She’s with child.”
You “ah”-ed, and retracted your hand. “She must be growing tired of waiting, then. Sorry for accidentally-”“(Name),” he interrupted you, letting go of the pear and reaching for your hand. Your eyes widened in surprise at his sudden movement. “Will you wait for me here?”
“...ah, I’m afraid I-”“Then it’s an order.”
You smiled at him and shook your head with a laugh.
“I retired years ago. You’re not my captain anymore.”
“Then I’ll ask again - as a friend. Will you wait for me?”
You toyed with the cloth strap of your grocery bag for a moment and then sighed. “Why, Itachi? I… don’t necessarily want to open up old wounds.”
“I am ready to admit it to you,” he tried, “I have already admitted it to myself.”
You looked hesitant for a moment, but then you nodded, a softer smile taking your lips. “I’ll wait here then. But hurry up, okay? You’ve already kept me waiting this long, ya know!”
Itachi found the tiniest upturn creasing the corner of his lips. “I know. I will be quick.”
He filled up his bag hastily, reluctantly let go of your hand, and then gave you one last fleeting look before taking off.

You put your hand on your chest and sighed wistfully. “ Finally. ”

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You got up approximately 7 hours after Itachi had left for work. The two of you had stayed up incredibly late the night before binge watching one of your favorite zombie shows. He had chronic insomnia - you were used to it at this point - so you usually stood up with him when he couldn’t sleep since you didn’t have a set time to go to work.

Working at home was a double edged sword most times for various reasons. Oftentimes, when you

did

stay up late with Itachi, you’d sleep until the late morning or early afternoon.

You went on with your morning routine as soon as you had woken up. You hadn’t noticed that today, you’d accidentally slept until

one

. You must have been extra tired because sleeping that late was not typical of you. You hadn’t even bothered to check your phone until you were adequately showered and dressed. Itachi had texted you a few times asking if you were alright. You responded on your way to the kitchen.
You opened the fridge, gasping aloud once you saw the reusable glass container that was

supposed

to have been for his lunch. With a frown, you ran your hand through your hair and straightened out.

This was probably going to become more complex of a situation than necessary. Itachi didn’t eat much as it was, so you were incredibly concerned that he’d be skipping a meal. But if you went and brought it to him, he’d worry that he inconvenienced you in some way. You loved doing things for him, but he was the type to overthink the littlest things and you truly wanted to take his feelings into account.

And he totally didn't eat breakfast. He never did.
That was when it hit you.

“I should make another one and eat it

with

him!” You exclaimed to no one but yourself, an excited smile on your face. “He’d never tell me no if I came to eat with him!” You giggled to yourself almost sinisterly as you gathered the ingredients to put your plan into motion. You swept through the cooking process, eagerly finished up, and changed your clothes into a nicer outfit before heading out, texting Itachi that you had a surprise for him.

As soon as you got there and walked in, the secretary greeted you warm-heartedly and offered you a piece of candy that Itachi kept in a jar on her desk. After politely declining, you made your way to Itachi’s office with a grin on your face. You shifted the cloth bag you had on your arm in order to knock and then waited.

The door opened around a minute later, and once Itachi’s eyes met yours, his widened slightly.
He looked exhausted. “(Name), what are you…”

His eyes roamed over your form, resting on the bag.

“I wanted to eat with you, Itachi. You work so hard that I figured you’d forgotten to bring your food. And, well, I already missed you, so I wanted to come by.”

Itachi’s face remained impassive for several moments before he loosened his tie, took a few steps back, and shut the door behind you after you entered. You walked over to his desk and placed the bag on it.

“Have you remodeled since the last time I was here? I don’t feel like that plant by the window was there last time.”

“It was in the break room. I moved it,” he explained, approaching you and lifting your hand to his own face. He leaned against his desk, pressing the palm of your hand to his cheek and slipping his eyes closed.

That was the most peaceful you’d seen Itachi look for weeks. You felt yourself grin and you gently brushed your thumb against his cheekbone. “Sorry to interrupt you at work, Itachi.”

“You aren’t interrupting me.” He opened his eyes, and suddenly, he didn’t look as tired as before. “I appreciate you coming to eat with me.”

You leaned onto the tips of your toes, pressing a chaste, but meaningful kiss to his lips. “I would do this every day if you let me.”

You felt Itachi laugh into your lips. “Sorry. I would be too distracted.”

“Once in awhile, then,” you chimed, fixing his bangs into a position where they couldn’t fall into his eyes. “Let’s eat!” You exclaimed, your hunger finally beginning to get to you due to the strong smell of the food.

He closed his eyes again as you brought out the bento you had packed for you both. A small, content smile took his lips.

He knew how important a balanced diet was, and it would probably help his insomnia if he tried to eat better, but he already knew… he'd really only remember to eat lunch more often if he did it with you.

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“You’re shaking already, Itachi.”

You looked down at her with a satisfied grin, brushing dark strands from her ash-colored eyes. Her lips were parted as she gently panted and her purple nails dug into your forearms, leaving crescent shaped indents in their wake. Your eyes flickered back down to her rising chest and you leaned back down, feeling her thighs tremble against your own as you encaptured a rose-colored bud in your lips once again. She keened into your touch when you brought your free hand to brush against her clothed heat. You could feel the warmth through the thin cloth of her pants. She let out a heavy breath. It brushed against the top of your head - you could feel her eyes on you - and you hummed appreciatively as she tangled her lithe fingers into your hair. You felt her pull on it in the slightest so you separated from her breast, leaving her to squirm in the slightest.

“Kiss me,” she breathed, “I-”

You silenced her with a searing kiss, taking advantage of her open mouth to devour her with your tongue, teeth, lips and all. She let out a moan into your mouth and you hummed again, dancing your fingers across the bare skin of her abdomen and then back down and underneath her waistband. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered against her lips, “and you deserve to feel good.”

She gasped openly at the feeling of two of your fingers gently prodding at her opening. You kissed her lips a few times - more gentle this time around - and showered the irritated, raised skin of her jawline and neck with soft kisses. You made your way down, ensuring to show the rest of her body just as much attention as you had her neck. She lifted her hips for you as you slowly rolled her last remaining garment down her smooth legs. You caressed them as you did, making sure to show her that you appreciated every part of her.

She was still trembling. She did often when you were intimate with her. You knew it was because she felt unworthy of your touch, of your praise, and because she felt your gentleness and care were unprecedented. You made sure to remind her, either verbally or through your actions, that she deserved everything.

You would’ve fixed her world if she would let you; but, you knew she never would. She had chosen her path and would follow it through. You, as you had been since you met her, would trail behind her and shower her in your support and love as she walked.

You placed her right leg over your shoulder and while you hadn’t entered her quite yet, you did so just as you placed your lips against her muscled thigh. The gasp that poured from her lips shot a wave of heat down your body that had you leaving breathy sighs against her skin as you sloppily kissed your way up to her core.

She tensed. Itachi always got anxious when you’d do this for her, but you knew she’d relax into it if you reassured her. “(Name)...”

“Keep your hands in my hair if it helps you.” You kissed her folds. “You can relax now, Itachi. I’ve got you.” You watched as her head flew back as soon as you began to swipe at her core with your wet tongue. Her bittersweet taste had your eyes rolling back. You relished in her taste and continued to pump your fingers into her wetness. Her sketchy breaths turned into poorly repressed moans. Unable to hold yourself back much longer, you reached down to pleasure yourself as you vigorously ate her out. Itachi began to brokenly call your name and her strong thighs began to press against your head. You could only assume she was getting closer to her climax so you continued your ministrations, desperately lapping at her as you were approaching your own peak. She called out for you, arching her back off of the soft, plush mattress of the bed beneath her and you moaned her name in response, seeing stars as your own climax washed over you. You tried your best to continue pleasing her through your orgasm while she writhed, tugging softly at your hair and gasping for air.

Once the two of you came back down, you rolled over after pressing one last kiss to her leg. You went to wrap your arm around her and she pressed her forehead against yours, softly panting.

“Thank you,” she sighed.

You pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “You are most certainly welcome.”

The room went silent save for the mixed breathing between the two of you and the sound of soft kisses.

“I love you,” you whispered against her lips.

Itachi’s eyes flickered shut, her long lashes framing her pale, flushed cheeks so perfectly it took your breath away. The smallest quirk of her lips stopped your heart for a fraction of a second and butterflies swirled about in your stomach.

“I… know. I am grateful.”

In Itachi’s way, this was her way of saying that she felt the same. You smiled much wider than she did and curled her closer into your body.

“... I do not des-”

You shushed her. She buried her face into your chest. “You deserve everything.”

“...(Name)...”

“Rest now, okay? I know you have trouble sleeping without me. Take advantage of this.” She exhaled softly. You stayed silent for some time and you could tell she dozed off after awhile.

“You deserve it... “ You sighed, closing your own eyes and preparing to doze off. “I only wish that you’d let me give it to you.”

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He took a step forward, forcing you to step back. He did this a few more times, never breaking from you. Your back hit a sturdy object that you could only assume was a tree. He reached for the back of your neck, his other hand still around your hip. He was holding you so closely that you were sure he was almost as drenched as you had been.Shisui kissed you with such passion - it was something you had never witnessed in him before. It felt as if he was almost afraid to let you go, as if you would slip through his fingers should he lessen his grip on you even a fraction. You kissed him back just as eagerly. His mouth became more fervent, opening wider and wider the longer you did so. As if it came naturally to you, you locked his lip with yours, his lower lip in between your own.Shisui made a small sound in the back of his throat at the new feeling. Tentatively, he slid the tip of his tongue against your lips.His heart pounded like a drum. You returned the ministration more confidently than he had, locking your hands around his neck. He pushed you harder against the tree.He knew then that you had captivated him. Mind, body, and soul. He felt the slight trembling of your fingers against the nape of his neck, relished in the shaky breaths that escaped your lips when he wasn’t upon them.You blossomed like a flower - each touch he gave you brought you to life. Animatedly you returned his caresses, only serving to speed up his already racing pulse. Confidently you searched his body with your fingers, gently tugging at the hem of his slightly damp shirt.You were taking him by surprise, but he followed your lead with vigor. He regretfully separated from your mouth for a mere second before planting his lips back onto yours, no longer as hesitant to bring his tongue to yours. His shirt was tossed to the side. You splayed your hands on his bare, hard stomach, enjoying the slight shiver you sent through his body as you did so. You weren’t sure if it was because your hands were cold, or because it affected him in such a way.It was his turn to roam your body, though he did so unsurely, sliding his hands up your shirt. You took one of your hands that had been running up and down his toned body and brought it to his own hand, guiding it upwards.He separated from you. “Have you done this… before?” It was so hot. His forehead began to bead with sweat.“I haven’t,” you whispered. “I just know that I want it.”He stopped you at your navel.“You’re overthinking it,” you hummed. “Just let your emotions take over your body.”He was about to reply with how hard it would be for him to do that until you kissed him softly.“Ah, fuck,” he hissed. “(Name)-chan,” he whispered, his head falling onto the crook of your neck. “I.. can’t handle this.”“Do you want to stop?” You removed your hand from his.“No,” he protested. “But I’m… so nervous,” he conceded. “I feel lightheaded.”“We can stop, Shisui-kun. We have a lot of time ahead of us.” You removed his hand from your body and intertwined your fingers. He noticed that you were still shaking, too. “I want you to be comfortable.”“I am comfortable, it’s that-”“Another time, Shisui-kun - when you’re ready.” He stood motionless for a few seconds before he was upon your lips again, but this time, slower.He took his time exploring your curves with his hands, and while he was still tentative, he was more confident than before.You kissed him back deeply, wrapping your arms around him. His hand once again slithered up your torso. He broke from you abruptly.“Wh-"He shushed you, quickly fixing your clothes and handing you his shirt. “Put it on,” he ordered.“I’m already wearing-““You’re cold, wet, and wearing a white cropped shirt. Put mine on, please.” Your cheeks blazed as you complied.

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He relished in your reaction, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of your lips and tongue moving against his own.All anxieties seemed to disappear from your mind as he slowly pressed you down into the futon. One of his hands lifted your chin in order to give himself better access to the rest of your mouth while the other delved underneath your thin shirt. You were trembling already with excitement over being touched by him for the first time in a while. The goosebumps that spread across your flesh reminded you of the things he had done to you during your time at the hotel. Reminiscing on top of his lips and hands caused a small, soft moan to escape from your throat.Shisui hushed you, moving his lips to the underside of your jaw and placing wet kisses there. You gasped as his fingers latched onto your nipple without hesitation, his other arm holding himself up. He slowly crawled over you, almost sitting on top of your thighs as he stole your breath with his ministrations. The building pressure caused you to roll your hips subconsciously, making him gasp aloud.His teeth bit at your neck, and you reluctantly pushed his face from the skin there before he could mark it. “The others took a long time to fade,” you panted, still weak from his work on your breast. “Probably not the best idea to sport marks on my neck during a mission.”“Of all the times you could’ve possibly been rational about our mission, it’s now?” He retorted, his lips still curled in a smile as he looked down at you.You almost made a snide remark, but the feeling of his fingers brushing over your most sensitive area caused your face to flush and your mouth to snap shut. Your hands shot out for either of his wrists, stopping him from moving. “Shisui, not now. Itachi and Izumi-chan are here.”He bit down on his bottom lip as his dark eyes roamed your disheveled state. You were beautiful like this.“Right.”Self control.He took a deep breath as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your lips and then lifted himself off of you.You fixed your shirt and then sat up, running your fingers through your hair.

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Shisui’s right arm boxed you in. His lips were pressed against the side of your neck as he kissed, sucked, and bit at the skin there, much too softly to leave evidence.

His fingers worked you from the inside out.

He pressed himself against the soft flesh of your thigh, groaning in response to your soft gasp. Your hands reached out and wound around his strong shoulders.

“Shisui-kun,” you called, your voice coming out much higher than expected. “I-I’m getting so hot.”

The feeling of his warm, wet skin against your own sent a shiver down your spine. You pressed him against your chest even harder.

“Be careful,” he warned, his tone laced with warning and want. “You’re getting me riled up.” He ground his bare hardness into your skin. His fingers moved faster.

“Oh, Shisui!”

He drew himself from your neck and crashed his lips into yours. He completely dominated the kiss, and until he lowered you to the floor and gently set you down, he did not break from you.

“I’m going to taste you,” he whispered as he kissed down your jawline. “I want to feel you on my tongue.”

He kissed down your body. Your fingers threaded through his damp hair as he situated himself between your legs.

He looked at you in the eyes and pressed a kiss to the side of your thigh. “Say my name. Only my name.”

You swallowed nervously, anxious at the thought of being seen at such an angle. “Okay.”

“Only mine.” You nodded, sealing and accepting your fate. You were his.
“Forever.”

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Sasuke really should’ve seen it coming.
Shisui and Itachi had been warning him - Itachi had been pleading with him, actually - to get his hunger under control. Shisui was keeping him in check in public, however, when it came to being around you, Shisui preferred to give the two of you privacy. He was never too far away, so if Sasuke panicked and almost killed you, there would be someone to take care of it.
But for the most part, you were alone together. That meant that one thing always led to another and Sasuke would end up hovering above you, covered in sweat, and with his teeth so deep in your neck that his jaw would ache for days afterwards.
He was taking too much from you. He was taking your memory, your blood, and your vitality. He could tell. Each time he visited you, you were more sluggish than the last. What was he supposed to do when you smelled like that? When you tasted like that? His mouth watered from even the faintest of smells - if they were yours, that is - and you missed him, so you’d latch yourself onto him if he let you. And more often than not, he let you. It was difficult to adjust to seeing each other so infrequently now. You’d been so close for so long and seeing you had become a part of his daily routine. Of course, after he’d died things had changed. Now every second with you was spent trying to hold himself back.
He didn’t give in every time. Somehow, Shisui was able to find him a stable supply of blood, so there were days he had more self-control than usual. Those days felt the most normal. They felt like Itachi and Shisui had never forced him to become this thing against his will; it felt like maybe, just maybe he wasn’t as much of a monster as he thought he was. He could appreciate the warmth of your hand in his on those rare occasions and watch the life dance across your face.
Sasuke noticed that the same life that shadowed each of your expressions when he said or did something you loved happened to be dangerously and rapidly fading from you. That was why Madara gave him two options: tell you what he was and change you as a result, or leave. Madara was going to relocate him to the City of Rain where he’d be safe with some of his and Obito’s allies but Sasuke obviously didn’t want to go. Itachi and Shisui would be coming with him but he had no inclination to go otherwise. You’d be here, his friends would be here - his life would be here. Regardless of the fact that his heart had stopped beating months ago, it would forever lie here. In Konoha. With you.
And if it still raced, he knew it would be now.
He was watching you from the thick tree branch nearest your window. You’d left it open. It had likely been for him because he’d made it a habit to enter in the dead of night. He didn’t have to wear the goddamned modified crucifix that Madara had enchanted during the nighttime and Shisui always had things to do after night fell. He had time to himself.
You were asleep, far from soundly though if he could assume anything based on your expression. You had been tossing and turning also. He had no idea how long he’d been sitting there, just watching you, wishing he could do more.
He wondered if you’d be angry with him for leaving without saying goodbye. The two of you had been fighting for the better part of a week over it - him leaving, that is. He was telling you that he had to go, that he had no choice. He said that his family was relocating and he’d have nowhere else to stay.
You insisted he could stay with you - and fuck, you had no idea how badly he wanted to -
but Madara would have him transported to the City of Rain with or without his consent. Or knowledge, even. Madara wasn’t above dirty tricks and Sasuke knew he didn’t have a way out of this.
He exhaled steadily to steel himself over - he couldn’t believe that a vampire was capable of getting so nervous over a human, even if he’d once been one himself - and then leapt into your room, landing silently onto the padding carpeting.
He immediately froze, struck by your scent. He closed his eyes, breathing in slowly. Your scent had his fingers trembling already and he cleared his throat almost soundlessly, trying to dislodge the hesitance that settled there.
He walked slowly to your bed. His eyes were drawn to the crook of your neck where his marks lay, a slight discoloration of your skin the only evidence of his lack of self-discipline. It made his stomach swim to see it.
He didn’t bother to move the blanket over himself as he laid next to you.
You had always been a light sleeper. He wasn’t surprised when your eyes flickered open. He was hoping for it.
“Sasuke..?”
“Hey,” he said softly.
You furrowed your brows and went to rub at your eyes. “Why are you here? Are you okay?” He didn’t answer.
You stopped rubbing at your eyes and looked directly at him, searching his face thoroughly. The moonlight that your open window allowed to creep in accentuated his pale face. You hummed softly, your eyes falling shut again. “Your eye… you’re wearing those red contacts again?”
Sasuke huffed - an almost laugh, you noticed - softly before shaking his head. “They’re not contacts.”
He’d been through this with you before. Many times. He had to wipe your memory more times than he could count at this point, but this was something he couldn’t take away from you. You always knew the color of his eyes when he hungered.
“Oh,” you responded sleepily, “okay.”
You moved closer into his chest and he very reluctantly opened his arms to curl himself around you in return. Your intoxicating perfume had him digging his nails into his palms. He said nothing else and neither did you. It wasn’t until Sasuke had thought that you’d fallen back asleep that he sighed softly and then indulged in your scent.

He could never turn you. Not when the process was grueling and painful. Shisui had done it in a last ditch effort to save his life, but he’d be ruining yours if he allowed himself to revel in your taste or touch any longer. Eventually, he’d lose it. Madara knew it - they all knew it.Gently, he took the hand that was resting on his chest and put it over his still heart. “Feel that?” Sasuke gripped your palm in his hand a bit tighter. “Me either,” he replied to the silence, “whatever’s left of it is…”“…you’re really leaving, Sasuke?”
Sasuke stiffened, not expecting you to be awake. “Yeah.”“When?”

“Tomorrow.”
“Why can’t I come with you?”

Sasuke clicked his tongue. “Your friends and family are here. You don’t need to move.”You hummed, trailing your other hand up his neck and removing his thick bangs from his eye. “So do you. I don’t care if your heart doesn’t beat, Sasuke. That doesn’t change anything.”
Sasuke scoffed and took your hand from his chest. “You think it’s a joke? I don’t have a heartbeat, (Name). That means I’m-”“Dead. I know.”

Sasuke stilled, halting his attempts to get out of your bed. “What?”

“You didn’t seem to want to talk about it, so I just never brought it up.” You were waking up more thoroughly now. You even brought your fingers up to curl in his hair. “I noticed a while ago that something was off. I can never remember what happens after you start kissing my neck. It’s like I black out.”
Sasuke didn’t react. “That’s just you-”

“You’re kidding, right? Don’t try to shift the blame. I know something’s off. I’d rather you tell me than leave.” Sasuke went to sit up, but you stopped him. “You’re not gonna leave me without an explanation. You’re alive, but you’re dead. I need to know how. It’s causing you to leave us, Sasuke. All of us. Not just me.”
Sasuke looked away from you. “I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll get hurt.”
“It’s not going to hurt more than you leaving me, Sasuke.”
He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. You were making this so difficult. He never expected it to be easy, but…“(Name)… I can’t.”

If he told you, he’d have to turn you. He couldn’t imagine seeing you in such pain. There was no way he’d allow himself to do that.
“Please Sasuke. Tell me. If you tell me, I’ll be able to help you. We can make a decision together. I can’t let you go now that I’ve finally gotten you.”
“Fuck,” Sasuke sighed, running his hands through his hair. “(Name)-”“Tell me, Sasuke! I can help you!” You grabbed for his hand.“You can’t help me (Name)! No one can!” He ripped his arm from your reach and then went to stand.

He regretted even coming here. The longer he was with you, the harder it was going to be to leave. He’d have to force himself to get angry with you, with your prying. There was no other way he’d be able to tear himself from this.Unexpectedly, you roughly pulled down his arm and clasped his cheeks in both of your hands.

“Sasuke Uchiha,” you said sternly, “I love you. You are not getting rid of me. Tell me what’s going on.” He went to lift himself back to full height but you stood up with him. “Sasuke, can’t you just-”“No.” He reached up and gently removed your hands from his face. “I said no, (Name). It’s done. We’re over.”
You let out a small disbelieving laugh. “That’s… not funny. Sasuke-”He let your hands fall loosely to the side. He seemed to stare right through you even though you were making eye contact. His crimson eyes bore through you and a shiver racked its way down your spine. “We’re through. I’m leaving.”

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Sasuke’s caught between being offended that your sibling doesn’t like them, or he doesn’t care. Depends on his mood!
Sasuke doesn’t make much of an effort to talk to them, especially not after that.
You try and get either one of them to extend an Olive branch, but that proves to be more difficult than you thought.
Your sibling thinks that Sasuke is too aggressive/rude.
Sasuke thinks that your sibling is too nosy.
You want to tear your own head off.
Eventually, it becomes a problem so big that you can’t ignore it anymore.
Sasuke agrees to try and find methods to help him get his emotions under control. He values you and your relationship enough to try.
Your sibling appreciates that he’s putting in the effort, and when it starts to pay off, they’re slowly more accepting.
As Sasuke heals, he comes around to the idea of seeing your family more.
That helps a lot.
Your sibling and Sasuke start to bond over mutual interests and you want to just roll over and sleep for 7968494 years because that took forever.

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Let’s say it’s at a grocery store, maybe?
Itachi’s about to pick up a tomato to inspect it and see if it passes his “Would Sasuke Approve?” check when someone accidentally reaches for the same one as him.
You apologize after a quick laugh and he looks up to assure you that he didn’t mind.
He sees the book in your other hand and he stares for a minute.
He kind of forgets his social conditioning because really, that book caters to such a niche audience that he never thought he’d meet anyone that liked it in person.
“Are you reading that?”
“Well, sort of. Why? Have you read it before?”
“I have.”
You’ll smile and start to probe for his opinion.
He tells you how intricately the author weaves words together and how potent the emotion that they draw from their words can be.
Youre just grinning like an idiot the whole time.
When he’s done with his brief (incredibly brief) monologue, you ask him if he has a copy.
He says no, that he just borrowed it, so you quickly scribble down a note in the cover and place the book in his cart.
He’s not sure what to make of it until you say “Well she’s yours now! Thanks for the kind words. Take a look at the cover when you get the chance.”
You take the tomato that he’d been reaching for, toss in the bag with the others, and walk away.
He wanted to find you to give it back, but he couldn’t find you.
After loading all the groceries in the car, he sits down to open the book up and his eyes are drawn to the cover.
“Hey. So, I kinda wrote this book. I’d like your opinion on a few other things I’ve got in the works. Call me?”
He texts you instead after getting hyped up by Shisui.
You guys schedule a date within the hour.

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Shisui:
He doesn’t care. You can smoke around him if you want.
He’ll even take you to get food in the middle of the night if you want it.
He likes it when you’re able to relax and get silly.

If you get too high, he’s able to soothe you pretty well. If you’re touchy, he’ll rub your legs/back softly and talk to you about anything. He just wants to get your mind off of things.

He may even occasionally join you!

When he does, you guys never stop laughing. It’s just constant.
If you’re not a touchy person, then he’ll do something like read one of your favorite/comfort books out loud to you.

You will never get thirsty or hungry when you’re high around him. He’s got an endless stash of snacks.

He makes sure you’re alright every so often.
He can tell if you’re starting to get anxious, and he’ll even recommend for you to smoke a bit to take the edge off.
Itachi:
Don’t smoke around Itachi, oh god. The smoke will kill him.
He doesn’t really like the lingering smell of it either, so you’ll have to wear a sweater that you can remove with you’re done.

Other than that, he’s fine with it. He’s glad you have something that can take your anxiety away.
If you get silly when you’re high, he thinks its cute. Your antics make him laugh, which he rarely does.
Itachi isn’t one for intoxicants, so he would stay away from it himself.
He’s also very good at grounding you if you get too high. He knows what it is you need exactly when you need it.
Cuddles, tv, sleep. You’re very affectionate when you’re high. He’s receptive.
He may encourage you to look into other methods to relieve your anxiety only because he doesn’t want to put strain on your lungs for too long.
He doesn’t like the taste, so if you want kisses, you should probably make sure to brush really well!

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He… didn’t really think he’d get this far, massacre or not tbh.
He’ll be shell shocked. Give him a couple of days to come around to it.
Assuming he’s the one who took the seat of Hokage after Tsunade, please do not tell him before work.
He will be frazzled and slightly dazed all day if you do.
At first, outwardly he’ll pretend as if you didn’t tell him. He’ll continue on with his daily activities while coming to terms with it internally.

It kinda makes you feel like he doesn’t care, but he does.
He has had limited interaction with children, so he is incredibly nervous.
He makes a mental list of things that his parents did that he absolutely would not do.
Eventually, when he finally grows comfortable enough to talk about it, he won’t let you go wanting for anything.
He’ll want you under Tsunade’s care and Tsunade’s care
only.

He is almost, if not more, particular than you when it comes to diet, exercise, things to buy, etc.

When you’re bigger, in private he’ll do things like place his hand on your stomach. If he gets a response, the look on his face is priceless. You think you’ll remember that smile forever.

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PLEASE DONT THROW SASUKE A SURPRISE PARTY.
Please. Please don’t.
The only way I can ever see him actually enjoying himself at a surprise party is if you invite
very
few people.
Mainly his family and maybe Team 7/Taka.
If it’s Shisui (or you) that throws it, he’d probably be a bit more lenient. If it’s anyone else, he’d be preeeetty disgruntled.
He’d probably try his best not to ruin everything, but he doesn’t like being surprised. And especially not with parties.
Again, depending on who’s there, he may actually have fun despite being kinda irritated at first.
Naruto would force him to. You’d encourage him to.
Itachi, if he took part in it, would be on Sasuke’s shitlist for a while because he didn’t tell him.
Itachi and Shisui would try and get Sasuke to enjoy himself as well in their own respective ways.
Overall, just to avoid making him uncomfortable, let him in on the birthday plans 😄

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It would def be a lowkey celebration.
IMO, I think he’d get a little nostalgic/melancholy on his birthdays. He never really had anyone to celebrate it with beyond Itachi and his family (and then Team 7, but by then it’d be awhile). You’d have to give him some space at first to let him kind of ride it out.
If we’re talking canon
and he’s not absent
then he’d likely be content to just spend the day with you and your children. He’d be fine with going along with you and them to either the river or the lake and watching you/them play. He may or may not join in depending on his mood.
He’d prefer it if you would cook dinner. He wouldn’t want to go out to dinner. He’d want to keep it very small.
Naruto would be allowed to make an appearance, but literally only Naruto.
He doesn’t like/want presents in canon, so you only get him something small but meaningful.
Maybe something like a bracelet or a charm that can be easily hidden.
He’d likely spend a significant amount of time during the day trying to pull himself out of his head, so you’d have to be diligent in keeping him occupied. Still, though, you’d have to know him well enough to know when he just needs time to himself. Thankfully? You do.
He helps you put the kids to sleep and then when the two of you are sitting on the couch, he’ll kiss you softly and thank you.
You’ll brush him off, tell him happy birthday, and then give him his gift.
More kisses throughout the night. You make sure he knows how much you adore and appreciate him. How thankful you are that he’s able to celebrate yet another year.
You’d spend a significant amount of time just sitting with each other in silence, but that’s how Sasuke feels the most at peace.
He ends up wearing whatever you gave him.

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Madara/Izuna:
Forgot it was Sasuke’s birthday.
Only remembers because Izuna calls him the day of and flips out, saying he needs to put his name on Madara’s gift because he forgot to get one.
Madara spends the entire morning pissed as all hell because 1) Izuna woke him up earlier than usual and 2) No one thought to remind him (even though he knew he shouldve been keeping track of time)
On the way over to the party, Madara’s stressed out and doesn’t know where to stop to get Sasuke something.
He remembers that Sasuke constantly complains about his car being a piece of shit.
Literally just drops thousands on a car because he doesn’t know what else to get him. He chooses a model that he’d like himself because Sasuke has a similar taste.
He calls Izuna afterwards, slightly annoyed because he now has 2 cars and he can’t drive them both.
Tells Izuna to take a driver over to him.
They argue for 10 minutes before Izuna comes after Madara agrees to let him take half the credit.
Once they get there, Shisui and Obito are like “wtf…overboard” and Madara doesn’t gaf. He does what he wants.
Once Madara shows Sasuke, he’s smug as shit over his reaction. No ones really seen Sasuke’s eyes get that wide before.
Gives Sasuke a mini-speech about how he lives up to and exceeds the reputation of the Uchiha name.
Izuna reminds Sasuke he was involved like 10 times.
Itachi:
He planned everything.
Sasuke let him because he knew his brother wasn’t going to do anything to make him uncomfortable (I.E going wayyyy over the top).
Itachi made the food, picked out the decorations, and put them all up with the help of Shisui and Mikoto.
Itachi wasn’t sure what to get Sasuke at first. Sasuke’s a fully grown ass man, but he never talks about wanting anything.
He finally settles for a beginners set to making a garden after remembering Sasuke had been talking about picking up a new hobby. He literally bought everything he needed.
Literally bought it like 2 weeks before because he was getting anxious that Sasuke wouldn’t like it.
Itachi’s gift meant a lot to him. Like a lot. The fact that Itachi remembered something so small was really nice. Sasuke starts on the garden as soon as he gets home.
Itachi thanks Sasuke for everything. He tells him that he will always be there.
Sasuke actually -
genuinely
- smiles.
Shisui:
This guy… he was trying to get Itachi to throw a bigger party from the start.
“All of his friends should be there, Itachi! Don’t you know how mad Naruto will be if we leave him out!?”
“Naruto
will
be there, Shisui.”
“Oh, yeah. Forgot.”
Shisui buys him a really nice wristwatch because he feels that Sasuke would not only appreciate it but also that he needs to choose better accessories.
Helps Itachi cook, clean, and put it all together.
Waits til him, Sasuke, and Itachi are alone for a second and then tells Sasuke how proud he is. How great his accomplishments are and how he’s only going to do better from then on.
Sasuke thanks him and actually hugs back when Shisui forces the three of them into a group hug.
Obito:
I just have a feeling he’d have no idea what to get him.
He’d probably get him a gift card.
Would bring alcohol to the party.
Doesn’t care if Fugaku and Mikoto don’t like him, he’s going to be there for his cousins/nephews whatever) birthday goddamn it
Teases him for his hair and then messes it up, tells him happy birthday, and slaps the gift card down on his lap.

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Sasuke:
He can tell when you’re using your tactics with him to get him to talk about emotions and it fucking annoys him.
Despite how resistant he is to talking through his emotions, you’re adept at reading through the line and you help him navigate his feelings in a constructive manner.
He will not admit that to you.
He feels secretly grateful for your training because his emotional state has improved significantly, but again, he’ll never admit it to you.
He slowly becomes more acclimated to showing you physical affection as he works through his reservations with it.
As we all know, Sasuke can be quite abrasive. He sees the toll it takes on you and decides to take the time to understand why he does it and try to make it better.
He should honestly be paying you for this shit.
I’m of the opinion that this would be a dysfunctional relationship at first because he’d challenge your knowledge, but eventually it would simmer down and he’d learn.
He’d never let things get to the point of a blow up, but things would get heated. He’s got a lot of anger to work through.
He would’ve never sought out a therapist on his own.
Itachi:
He needs this.
If you weren’t there, he would never seek treatment either. He’d be content with simmering in his own misery.
He doesn’t resent you for trying to help him. He’s not thankful for it either. At first he’s not very receptive to it.
His nonchalance eventually turns into late night conversations in which he momentarily lets down his walls. Like, seriously momentarily. For minutes at a time.
He still utilizes your recommended methods to work through everything.
You notice an improvement in his anxiety and sleep within weeks.
He thanks you at the end of every talk.
He doesn’t always take your criticism into account. He has his own coping methods (even if they’re unhealthy) and some of them he’s not willing to toss away.

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Sasuke’s only going because Shisui wouldn’t stop bothering him about it.
Shisui got Itachi in on it too, and because Sasuke has trouble telling Itachi no, he relents.
Because he’s so reluctant to go, he doesn’t pick a suit until the very last minute.
He accidentally picks a suit that matches with your dress.
It’s the first thing Shisui notices.
Shisui teases him about it all night.
“Our little Sasuke is growing up, Itachi! Look, he’s even matching with his girlfriend!”

“I’m not your little Sasuke, Shisui.”
“Right, right! You’re
her
little Sasuke. Forgot about that.”
He never drinks, but he decides to partake in a few glasses of wine just so that he can get through the night.
He does his best to keep the introductions brief.
He tries to stop his parents from grilling you about your career plans.

You realize very quickly that he is a momma’s boy. He talks much sharper to his father than he does to his mother.
She is cold towards you at the beginning of the night, but as the night progresses, she comes to accept you as she watches how you handle Sasuke’s antisocial behavior and how you encourage him to engage with his family.

Sasuke tends to gravitate towards wherever Itachi is, so he gets pretty familiar with you as the night goes on.
That’s why Fugaku approves initially. He trusts Itachi’s judgement and knows Itachi is a relatively good judge of character. He wouldn’t hang around you if he didn’t approve of you himself.
Shisui is the one offering you shots because Sasuke keeps you faaaaaaaaaaar away from Izuna.
Obito is too busy with harassing Madara and playing drinking games with Shisui every so often that he doesn’t really interact with you much.
Sasuke is not very touchy and neither are you. They appreciate that.

When you all leave and Sasuke calls the driver, he gets pretty affectionate once you’re alone. He decides that he really likes that matching dress after all.

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Itachi:

He’d be incredibly supportive.

Despite being rather introverted, Itachi has a very creative and complex mind, so you’d go to him for ideas.
He’s the king of angst. Adventure as well.
He always wants two copies. He tries to physically pay for one copy of your work despite you trying to give him two books.
You’d always sign his book personally along with a lovely, romantic note on the back of the cover.
He’s the type of reader to analyze your work thoroughly and catch every little thing whether it be foreshadowing, symbolism, etc.

He is incredibly emotionally involved with your writing. It draws him in and the characters always capture his heart.
You tend to take inspiration from him. You use him as a baseline for your characterizations at times. He doesn’t know this at first, but once you tell him, he stares at you silently for awhile before bringing you into a soft and passionate kiss.
Uses multiple bookmarks and highlighters when he reads your books, but only on one of the copies. The other he keeps pristine.

You write cute little notes on the corner of the pages when he reads them.

They never fail to make him smile.

Shisui:

He’s also very supportive of you.
The two of you sit down together to brainstorm when you’re stuck.
He takes the free books, but he buys a few copies to give them out to his coworkers and friends.
Shisui literally
made
you an office. Like, installed nice floors, a beautiful desk, got you a nice, comfortable chair, lighting that won’t hurt your eyes, etc.
He writes your release dates down on his phone calendar despite getting early access and promotes it
everywhere.

He’s really good at helping out with fantasy books and romance.
He provides you with everything you need. Need a new laptop? He’s already got it. Running out of ink pens? Oh, no worries. There’s a new pack in your drawer already.

He has a really vivid imagination, so he tends to gush about certain parts of your stories that get it really going. He’s very animated. He uses exaggerated hand
gestures, expressions, tone of voice.
You base your main character off of him. It takes him a bit to notice, but he’s literally floored when he realizes it.
Cue the embarrassed, happy laughter. He’d run his hands through his hair and say
“wow”, repeatedly.
Expect the biggest, sloppiest kiss once he finally makes the connection.

Sasuke:

He’s not too outwardly supportive (let’s be honest, Sasuke’s not the best at support), but he still makes an effort to read the books despite not being fond of reading most things.

You can’t really go to him when you’re stuck because he doesn’t know how to help you, but he does help you organize your thoughts when you’re frustrated.
He also keeps you supplied with pens, paper, etc. but he doesn’t acknowledge it when you thank him or anything like that.
The character you made that was inspired by Naruto seems to get on his nerves, but he actually likes him the most. Go figure, right?
He’ll take the free book from you initially, but you always notice some extra cash in your purse after each book you release. He never says anything when you confront him.

Angst. Angst angst angst. It draws him in. He can relate. He prefers those stories the most. They feel more realistic to him.
He is more helpful with logistics in your work - like if you get confused with timelines, etc. He will help you stay consistent, but it won’t be until you get outwardly frustrated.
He’ll bring you water, coffee, snacks, etc when you’re working. He just lectures you for not eating/drinking when you bring it up.
His entire friend group starts buying your books. You’re not entirely too sure how it happened, but you suspect that it was because of him.

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Shisui:
He’d be completely fine with it!
Shows you off to literally everybody! His mom downloaded your entire debut album on her phone because he made her. She ends up loving it.
He buys your merch. Shirts, hats, everything. You tell him that he can have it for free but he refuses.

He does get annoyed with the paparazzi. He shields you from them as much as possible.

Sing. Him. To. Sleep.
He rarely ever listens to a different artist.
He’s genuinely your biggest fan.

He’s basically your promo dude. He posts your albums, concerts, merch, etc. everywhere.
Shows you off no matter where he is.
He was there for your come up, he’ll be there for everything else too.

He still works, so he can only attend certain concerts which makes him kind of sad.

You’re plastered everywhere on his social media. He’s attributed quite the following himself.

Spontaneous photo-shoots constantly.

Itachi:
He’s not the biggest fan of being in the public eye, so he supports you a little less extravagantly than Shisui would.

He’d still support you regardless.
All he wants is for you to be happy, so if this is your career choice, he will respect it.
He despises paparazzi. He will subtly go out of his way to avoid them, but he doesn’t expend too much effort to do so. He’s used to it.
He does not use social media, so he doesn’t really promote you too much. If he did, he surely would.
He’ll listen to your music when he misses you.

He worries for you a lot when you travel. He reminds you to take care of yourself: eat, drink water, and to remind your security to be vigilant.
He also likes it when you sing him to sleep.

He attends your concerts when he can, but he is also a busy person himself so he only does so when you prompt him to.
Itachi tends to forget to care for himself when he’s worrying for you so much, so you text him periodically reminding him to drink water and to eat his meals.
He listens to your music during his morning commute even when he’s not particularly lonely for you.
Sasuke:

He’s not the biggest fan that you’ve become so popular.

He pursues a career in the entertainment industry as well after you suggest for him to do so.
He promotes your stuff on his social media. In fact, that’s the only thing on his social media because he hardly uses it.

He ignores paparazzi completely.

He hires 3x the amount of security guards you initially had.
He will attend your concerts to support you, but he
always
brings Naruto along. Naruto’s a huge fan.

He’ll take candid photos of you and then send them to you so you can post them.
He listens to your music while driving as well.
You will not catch him admitting that. In fact, you only find out because its the first thing that comes on when he powers on his car one day.
He texts his friends about how well your career is doing but he keeps it on the low with you.

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Madara

He’s the oldest of the family. Doesn’t really give a shit that he’s immortal. He’s just trying to make sure his descendants are well off.
Distributes special necklaces that keep them all safe from the sun should they choose to go into it.

He was turned by Indra (rip King).
Madara’s immune to fire and he can bring recently deceased persons back to life. He can also impress his will onto somebody for a short amount of time (not mind control - this can be resisted).
He will 100% use that during sex (getting your consent to do so prior, of course).

You actually find out that he’s a vampire before he tells you because that mf watches you sleep and has weird ass tendencies (not going out into the sun which is his personal choice, affinity for
reaaaaally
red wine, etc).

When Madara first meets you, he immediately has to excuse himself. Despite having a pretty high amount of restraint due to his age, he finds it extremely difficult to keep himself from
snatching you the fuck up.
He’s done it in public a few times on accident. Rip to the witnesses. God be with them.

As typical of our beloved Uchiha vamps, he has incredible strength. This comes in handy when you feel like getting a little rough. He tosses you around like you weigh nothing.
He will never go
too
far, but he takes it far enough.

He has a huge fucking god complex. You
will
want him and
only
him.
(You’ve always wondered what happened to the local bartender that flirted with you in front of him….)

He wants you nearly crying, begging for him to let you finish, to give you more.

When he bites you, he finds it almost impossible to stop, but he always manages to at the very last second.
Prefers to bite you while you have sex so you have a distraction from the pain, but he can’t always wait. You don’t mind either way.

He makes sure your pleasure is more overwhelming than the pain and he will always start sucking right before you reach your peach.

Your masochistic ass lives for that shit, don’t even lie.

He’ll occasionally let you on top, but you have to fight for it. He loves when you’re extra feisty as he fucks you.

He spoils you (as he should, that man is loaded) but he only buys you the cheap mascara so he can watch it run down your face.

You will never have to lift another finger again. He may not be physically affectionate and oftentimes he leaves you wanting emotionally, but you know he just has a different way of showing his affection. The man’s a fucking vampire for god’s sake.

Edging
king. You want to cum? Aw, too bad. Not until he’s done with you.

He will be resistant to turning you, but he will eventually cave once you show despair at signs of visibly aging more than him.

Obito

This motherfucker is a sex addict.

He loves being immortal.

He was turned by Madara (by request).

He has even
more
self restraint than Madara as he prefers to live among humans.

He drinks from you
exclusively
during sex.

You actually find out because he nips you too hard one time during a fling. He decides to keep you after hearing how loud you moan in response to it.
He has a thing for public sex, so that means no one has really gotten the chance to see him drink from you. They’re either long gone or he relocates you.
Obito has control over the elements, but only the ones that he’s close to.
He’s constantly got a smirk or a smile on his face as you fuck.

He’s a switch. Expect to get your ass smacked so hard that you’re unsure if it’ll bruise or not.
Again, you don’t give a fuck because you live for that shit.
He thinks you look way too fucking sexy covered in your own blood.

He has no problem stopping when he drinks from you. In fact, he prefers to stop a few times during the process so he can admire the way you look.
Holds your hands when you ride him because he finds it hard not to flip you over and fuck you into the mattress. He doesn’t want to hurt you but fuck it turns him on to see you on top.
Outside of sex, he’s a fucking ray of sunshine (at least to you - to others, he can be a sadistic bastard but yeah you don’t care).

Dates.
Lots
of public dates. He spends way too much money, so if you ever even look at something in front of him, its yours.

Literally gets off on guys hitting on you in front of him. The sex is a million times better afterwards.

He only changes you because you keep fucking begging him to over the years.
He tells you your taste never changed afterwards. He’s addicted to drinking from you and starts doing it for fun after you turn as you heal so quickly.

Shisui

He is by
far
the most
normal
vampire.

Turned by Obito against his will.

He hates relocating only because he has to find yet another drudge to drink from.
Then he met you.
He falls for you immediately - which is uncharacteristic of him as he never falls for drudges - so he initially finds someone else to drink from as he doesn’t want to cause you pain.

He has the most self restraint out of everyone (at least when it comes to being around mortals). His morals are what keeps him from indulging too much.

You find out because you accidentally see a text conversation between him and Itachi.
You don’t say anything at first. You wait until the two of you are in bed together. And because he is also a switch, you start the night out on top of him until he gets tired of your teasing. That’s when you tell him.
“Shisui, I know what you are. You can bite me, I promise it’s okay.”
He almost stops fucking you, but you start grinding into him and telling him how much you want him to drink from you.
This mf is weak when he starts to drink. He accidentally turns you on the first try.
He later finds out that your blood is so compatible with his dietary needs, he never has to drink from a mortal again.
Shisui has mind control.
No one
can resist this.
He uses it sparingly. He prefers to use his vampiric agility and strength if needed.

He will not use this on you. Not under any circumstances.
He also has a tendency to get
almost
too rough with you, but you return the favor.

Thank god vampires heal fast because goddamn you would both have an alarming number of bruises, scratches, scars, etc.
Marries you within 3 months of turning you.
He’s extremely hard to fluster. They’re all pretty possessive, but Shisui tends to be pretty hands off until he thinks its getting out of hand (i.e, they are getting handsy with you).

He’s gotten into a fight or two because of it but he’s never killed anyone because of it. He’s got a rule against that.

Sasuke

Turned by Shisui (per Itachi’s request).
He has the least amount of self control.

He has the power to erase memories.

He was actually turned before Itachi was.
He’s mad as fuck and resentful about it because he didn’t ask for it.
He liked you prior to being turned and that was yet another reason he was upset at being changed.

He tried to continue going to college and work like a normal human and he was coping
alright.
Shisui was able to be around him a lot of the time to keep him in check.

Until he saw you.
This shit was like Edward and Bella, bro. The minute he realized how sweet you smelled, he knew he couldn’t be around you. You were so excited to see him that you threw yourself around him in a hug and he would’ve had a heart attack (if his heart was still beating).
Shisui pulled you off of him immediately after seeing how quickly Sasuke wrapped himself around you and went to latch himself to your neck in front of a goddamn crowd.
Neither of them explained shit to you and after a couple of months you got sick of that shit and just showed up at his house unannounced.
No one else was there so no one else could’ve prevented what happened.
He tries to shoo you away, but you push yourself past him and sit down on his couch like nothing happened. You demand answers. That’s your best friend and he’s pushing you away.
“Do you think this is easy for me, (Name)? I can’t even stand to be in the same room as you.”
“Leave. Just leave.”
“Please.”
You don’t. You kiss him instead.

Once he gets a taste, he’s sold.
It clicks for you then - who the fuck are you to say no?
He drinks from you enough to satiate his thirst and then some. In fact, he can’t stop himself. Shisui actually comes within the nick of time - he stops him from turning you and saves your life.

Sasuke erases your memory after that.

Rinse and repeat. He can’t keep himself away from you.
He eventually tells you when Madara demands he move away.
You obviously do all you can to stop him from leaving despite the fact he’s nearly killed you multiple times. You can’t remember it anyway so you don’t care.
He tells you no at first and then the night before he’s supposed to leave, he breaks into your room and tells you that he isn’t going. He can’t.
You kiss him and he manages to keep himself from biting you this time.
You eventually try formally dating but it moves so slowly it feels like you’re still just friends sometimes until he loses his self control.
Shisui checks in with you a lot.
He’s unsure if he’ll ever change you.

Itachi (not gonna go too into detail because I’m writing a fic for him)

Changed by Shisui (unwillingly - Shisui did it because he can’t lose him and Sasuke advocated for it to get back at him).

No control at all because he’s so new to it all. (At least not presently as I’m obvs starting the fic)
Literally cannot be around people as he will lose his shit.

Least
of all you.
This guy can cause pain just by willing it on someone (which only incites more self-loathing).
The sight of your skin tempts him more than anything.

Shisui is basically an eternal third-wheel because Itachi is essentially practicing his control by being around you, the most tempting person to him. Shisui’s there for damage prevention.
He didn’t realize how he felt about you until he’s thinking about you so much it becomes unhealthy.
He’s not sure if they’re genuine feelings or if he’s just becoming obsessed with you.
He is more inclined to be a bottom just because doubt never leaves his head, but on the rare occasions he does top, he surprises you with how quickly he can switch from aggressive to soft.
He hates himself for being the cause of your bruises and scratches.

Has to constantly think of something else during sex to avoid biting you.

He tries to keep away from you and he’s successful until he thinks of the way you might taste. Cue the self-loathing.

Shows up randomly at your work just to see what you’re wearing, how you’re doing, and to sate his own need to see you.

He can never decide whether or not to text you. He’s in a constant battle with himself as to how to navigate everything.

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HEAD PATS.
Shisui
will
use you as an arm rest just to irritate you. He thinks you’re cute when you’re irritated.

He’s running his fingers through your hair constantly.

He has a hard time pinpointing your clothes size at first, but when he does, he buys you
everything.

“Oh my god, (Name)! Look at your sock! How are your feet this small!
How
are you so cute?!”

He thinks its adorable when you have to go on your tip toes to kiss him because he
still
has to lean down.

He also loves to carry you. Tired? He’s picking you up. Feet hurt? Don’t worry about it - he’s sweeping you off of them. Literally. Too lazy to walk to the kitchen? He’s got you.
He never fails to giggle to himself when you can’t reach something. He’ll watch you fail a couple of times just because he wants you to ask and make that cute pouty face.

If you go to a concert or something, he’s going to be asking
“Can you still see?” repeatedly.

You sometimes wrap yourself around his leg when you don’t want him to go to work.

He usually doesn’t stop you because he doesn’t have the heart to. It’s just too much for him.
He has called out more than once because of it.
He goes feral if he sees you in his clothes. Just expect it tbh.

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Indra
actually
knows before you do.

He’s extremely in tune with your body, so he notices even the littlest changes.
Indra is the one who encourages you to take a pregnancy test.

You’re extremely skeptical.

He buys you a test anyways and asks that you take it.

You’re the one absolutely freaking out.

Indra looks at the test, smirks in the slightest, and then holds your hand to steady your trembling.
He talks you down easily. He has a way with words and you melt every time.

“(Name), you have nothing to worry about. There is nothing that we cannot accomplish. You will be a wonderful parent.”
Kisses your forehead like, 700 times.
Once you’re comfortable with the idea of it all, he will keep a hand on your stomach when he’s able to. He loves the idea of a child with you.
He’s immediately buying things.
He insists that the child will look like you.
He tells you that he hopes that your child takes more after your nature than his.
You will literally never have to ask for anything ever. He will buy you whatever you crave before you even ask for it.

Bought a
“best dad” mug for himself as a joke the day after you test positive.
Comes with you to literally every appointment ever.

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Shisui warns you in advance that approximately 94% of the family is absolutely nuts.
Madara opens the door
to the insanely large mansion
and you nearly piss yourself.
Shisui has you on lock, meaning he will not let you leave his side the entire night. Either your arms are wrapped around his or he’s holding your hand, ignoring the looks he gets for showing you (in his family’s opinion) excessive public physical affection.
Kisses you right in front of Obito as soon as he enters the room. He’s not a jealous person - usually - but Obito gets on his nerves.
You and Shisui try and hide in the corner with Itachi but are soon coaxed out by Shisui’s parents.
You quickly get overwhelmed by questions about your career plans, family plans, and talks of financial matters. Shisui comes up with an exit strategy every time.
“I am literally so, so sorry (Name). Please say you still love me.”
You do.
Izuna keeps offering you alcohol and Madara keeps pulling him away.

Sasuke ignores you the entire time.
Itachi tries his best to make you feel welcome, but he gets overwhelmed himself and by the end of the night, it gets too difficult to find him.
Shisui wraps his arm around your waist and tells you how beautiful you look at every opportunity he can steal away.

Mikoto has to apologize for Fugaku as he was literally grilling you the entire night.
Kagami loves you instantly. Tells Shisui to treat you well or
else.

Kagami might be drunk.
The second people start leaving, Shisui decides it’s a perfect time to leave as well.
Madara is the one to walk you two back to the car.
He commends you for putting up so well with the family and tells you that you will make a fine addition.
Shisui won’t shut up about Madara’s comments all night.
He secretly looks forward to the next reunion despite how disdainful he tries to seem about it all.

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Shisui spent 3 and a half hours picking out his outfit.

Shisui forced Itachi to come over and help him pick out said outfit.
He is a cross between nervous and confident - he feels as if he has a good enough read on you to ensure that you have a good time, but he likes you so much that he’s worried that it won’t be perfect.
He spent 2
additional
hours cleaning, vacuuming, and waxing his car.
He finally used the iron his mother bought him like 4 Christmases ago.
More like he burned himself and then made Itachi use it for him.
He texts you the entire day, telling you how excited he is repeatedly.
When he finally picks you up, his mouth drops.
You’re fucking perfect and he is literally in awe.

The date goes much better than he planned - dinner, relaxing walk, stargazing.
You kiss him first but he kisses you back much more vigorously.

Asks for a second date before it’s even over.
Walks you up to the door, tells you he had an amazing night, and then surprises you with roses out of nowhere.
You’re head over heels.
He kisses your forehead before he lets you go back in the house
When he gets home, he texts you and tells you again (for the millionth time) how amazing you looked and how excited he is for a second date. You spend hours talking about potential dates and plans for the future.

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You’re the little spoon. Accept it, know it, embrace it. Shisui loves to wrap you up in his arms. He will
accept
being the little spoon on the occasion, but he loves to curl around you, so expect to be cuddled.
Lots of cheek kisses.
He is super hands on, so expect to be held literally all night.
He loves being close. Face to face cuddles, chest to chest cuddles,
he wants all of it.
He
will
play with your hair.
When he is the little spoon, expect him just to faceplant into your chest. It’s inevitable, really.
He tends to keep his hands on your hips.
Touching you grounds him after difficult days, so he’s constantly asking to cuddle.
Literally nothing else matters once he gets you into his arms. A text message? Ignored. Phone call? Voicemail. A knock at the door? He didn’t hear it.
Talk him to sleep, please. He’s obsessed with you.
He’s
going
to grab your butt.
A good 90% of the sex you have is started by him being unable to keep his hands off of you during cuddling sessions.
He loves it when you sit on his face. Like, that’s one of his favorite things ever. He’d probably be perfectly content just having you sit on his face and just jack himself off.
Like I mentioned before, he is super handsy. He’ll be grabbing at everything, your ass, your tits, your tummy (he looooooves your tummy. he assures you of that every time, but he makes sure you’re okay with it before he starts touching you), your thighs.
He loves all positions, but he’s perfectly content fucking you missionary, or even just pulling down your panties in the cuddling position. He’ll take you any way, really, but he fucking loves doggy style. His favorite thing is watching your ass jiggle.
Did someone say body worship? I’m pretty sure
he
did. He fucking loves everything about you, so prepare to be kissed
everywhere.
He will try to hold your hand while he fucks you but he gets caught in the moment a lot of the time. He will initiate hand holding whenever he can/remembers, but it quickly gets forgotten again.
Grind. On. Him. It drives him nuts.

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Madara is the general manager. Strict as fuck. He hardly comes into work, but when he does, everyone is fucking scrambling
(haha egg pun - get it because IHOP sells breakfast food)
to get shit ready according to his standards because if he even finds a spec of dust or a chair slightly out of place someone is getting fired (rehired at a later date, but definitely fired). He’s the type of manager that has the new guy pissing their pants during the second interview process because of how aggressive he comes across. If a Karen ever asks for someone higher the shift and assistant managers when he’s at work, she’s going to leave the restaurant in tears because he refuses to throw his employees
family
under the bus for someone most likely complaining that Sasuke gave them attitude. He’s also completely dead inside and immune to everyone’s bullshit. He will not be impressed with anything anyone does - ever. His most repeated phrase during staff meetings is:
“Itachi, stop comping meals.”
I can see him wearing clothes that are considered more traditional or romantic goth because his hair would work so well with it.
Shisui is the assistant general manager. Shisui is that one guy who is thoroughly cross-trained in everything and he’d jump into the fray on either side. He’s much more lenient than Madara when it comes to call outs and everyone feels comfortable with him. He’s the least
goth
of the staff, but on his breaks he blasts death metal and chain smokes the stress away. He will 100% blast ridiculously loud music during opening and closing. Because he does both the back and front of the house, he’s constantly washing his hands and you bet he’s complaining that his black nail polish is chipping. All. Day. Long. Sasuke’s tired of it. Tells him to stick with a position and Shisui completely ignores him. You will most likely hear him saying
“Sasuke, please at least pretend you care. I’m tired of hearing complaints,”
at some point. He
will
show up to work in a crop top and studded bracelets with ridiculously skinny jeans. He tends to lean towards more nu goth outfits.
Itachi is a shift manager, but because of his disdain for social interaction and Shisui’s personal bias, he’s solely back of the house until a Karen escalates to a manager (most likely due to Sasuke). He will always comp their food to get them to shut up. He pretends he is listening to their grievances, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t care. He does not work
any
faster during a rush despite him saying that he will. He will take his time on each and every order because he’s a stickler for taste
and
presentation. It annoys
everyone. Like come the fuck on, Itachi, it’s breakfast food not fucking a gourmet meal. He gives little to no shits about what people think about his food, but
he
cares so
that’s
why he takes his time. 100% romantic goth.
“Shisui, please move. It’s difficult to work faster when you are constantly back here.”

As previously mentioned, Sasuke is front of the house. Of all of the Uchiha boys, he cares the least. The only reason he doesn’t throw the food at people is because Itachi told him to stop ruining his plating. At least 4 tables a day complain about his service because he will openly make faces of disgust or roll his eyes. He is very obviously never polite and he won’t stop to cater to anyone. If someone calls out for him while he’s serving another table, they will be completely ignored. Madara has a soft spot for him so he’s only fired him three times.
“I’m not going to smile Shisui. Stop asking.”
He’s more punk than goth but some consider punk a subculture of goth, so there ya go!

Obito is also crosstrained, but he stays in the back most of the time because Itachi’s so slow. Obito has been fired probably around 15 times but he shows up the next day anyway without fail. He will always cover shifts, but if he does, no one expects him to show up sober. He works better drunk. Shisui will sometimes give him alcohol during rush-hour just to get through the pain. I can see him being a deathrocker. Obito will go buy swishers on his break and roll up on his lunch. He’s basically only working because it gives him something to do. Hungover if he’s not drunk.
“Anyone got any advil? My head hurts like a bitch.”Izuna is front of the house. Never grew out of his baby bat phase. He probably cares the most about how the restaurant runs because he wants to impress Madara. Doesn’t want the responsibility of being a manager so he constantly shoots the position down when it’s offered to him. Everyone thinks he’s a sweetheart but he is definitely shit-talking them with Sasuke when he gets a chance. He has slipped on pancake syrup more than once. Always tips the team off when the
big
boss is coming in.
“Madara, I’m taking pancakes home and you can’t say no.”

Bonus!:

Indra is the district manager. He knows that his family’s service skills are shit but he doesn’t care either because his suck too. Abolished the dress code singlehandedly. Corp goth. Never reprimands Sasuke for his attitude because he’s the same way. As long as the restaurant is clean and the food is edible he probably won’t care how you act or dress. Way cooler than Madara.

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The moment the tip of Madara’s cock slipped passed your lips, his torso stiffened, and the fingers splayed out over the top of your head coiled into your tresses. His once gentle, soothing petting ministrations yielded to the temptation to tug it lightly. Now that he had your mouth on him, he wasn’t planning on letting you stray far, nor did you intend to.It was always a challenge for your skilled mouth to take him in completely, so it needed, as you liked to call it, a warm-up.Unexpectedly, you bobbed your head and took as much of him inside your mouth as possible, and you sucked, causing Madara to hiss and buck his hips. You gagged, wetness stinging your eyes already as he thrust again before stilling himself to allow you to adjust. You tightened your cheeks and pushed past the catch in your throat, relaxing your neck muscles to pull back, slithering your tongue up the side of a throbbing vein that dragged its way around the side of his shaft. You swirled around the sides of it, cheeks hollowed, hair swaying around your face as you took in more of his length. His eyes never left you, and he drank it all in, from the ball of your cheeks when he almost pulled it out to the wide, teary-eyed stares you gave when he pounded it in. You took it so gracefully, too, your long lashes stuck together with spit and salty tears that stung your eyes, your swollen lips, your tight throat stretching and caving to each fuck of his long cock. His fingers let go of your hair, gently brushing it to the side before he pulled you off with a small pop.
You immediately shuffled forward, hurrying toward him on your knees. He chuckled lowly and allowed you to attach yourself to him again, relishing in the slight whine he’d gotten from you as he moved away. You were quick to take him in again, eager stripes of your swirling tongue coaxing him into a relaxed, mutual pace where you sought and he provided, prodding the back of your throat every so often to hear you choke. You worked yourself into a rhythm, stringy, long drops of spit dropping from your chin to your bare thighs. You ignored the hollow ache within you in favor of feeding into Madara’s, only encouraged when he moaned rather loudly at the sound of your now-clicking throat as you pushed past your limits.The warm-up was over now, a distant memory of the past as you strained, growling at the effort it took to take his impressive length deeper. His hand came to rest on your bobbing head once more, but he was petting you again, softly stroking your hair as you throated his dick. You sputtered at your own pace, moaning, unsure exactly when your fingers had traveled to your needy hole, but you didn’t care, delving in to peak the intense arousal that ran through you at being able to take him in, maybe not all of him all the time, but you could almost wrap your mouth around it, his entire fucking cock, and you didn’t know how the hell even that was possible. You burned to keep trying for it all anyway, messily, loudly sheathing his cock in and out of your mouth as deep as you could possibly go. You stopped keeping track of how far your mouth could go and instead onto how full it was and how sore your throat was becoming. You moaned, pushing your fingers deeper, flickering your tongue faster.
You came before him, your knees nearly falling out from underneath you. Madara’s sturdy hand steadied you again and guided his dick back into your slobbery, whimpering mouth quickly enough to cum inside. You sucked it, milking him, taking him higher than he thought he’d go. He saw stars, nearly stumbling backward. His return to coherency felt like a snap, and he swore his eyes swam when he leveled out.Madara had never felt like that his entire life. Determined to remain relatively composed despite being completely unraveled, he smirked, leaned down, and whispered, “such a good girl.”

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Princess Peach tossed a red shell in front of her and whizzed by Waluigi, who was hit and slowed significantly.
Sasuke clicked his tongue. “You’re cheating.”
“No, I’m not!” You protested.
“I literally just watched you.”
You huffed. “You can’t cheat in Mario Kart, Sasuke! Besides, you shouldn’t be watching me, you should be paying attention to the game, second place!” You teased your husband, a smile on your face.
Sasuke nudged your shoulder, causing your controller to slip out of your hands. “HEY!” Sasuke snickered and took back 1st place. “That’s cheating!”
“You’re just clumsy.”
“Sasuke!” You whined as he passed the finish line. “I was winning!” The computer characters began to trickle in far before you got yourself situated and back on track. You were in last place now, rolling your eyes. “Goddamn it… you just can’t stand losing, can you?” You finally passed the finish line, far behind everyone else. He chuckled and put his black controller on the coffee table. You followed suit with a pout to your lips. Sasuke reached over and pinched your right cheek with a wrinkled nose and a smirk.
“It's not that. You’re cute when you lose.”
“I’m the exact same, winning or losing!”
“Yeah, right. Every time I let you win, you brag about it to everyone for at least two days.”
“How can you blame me? Seriously, the only one who can beat you at anything is Naruto, and—”“It’s my one day off, can we not talk about that idiot?” He asked you, black brow quirked. “I’ll let you win next time.”“I’m gonna beat you fair and square!” There was fire in your eyes and determination creased your forehead. He couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
“Whatever you say, loser.” Rather unexpectedly, he turned to you and leaned in to peck your lips. You blushed. No matter how long you’d been married to him, he always managed to make you feel the same way he did on the first day you met. As you blushed from the tender peck on your lips, Sasuke smirked and looked into your eyes. "But you know," he began, "you should probably start getting dressed since it always takes you forever. We'll be late."You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "For what?"His smirk grew. "I'm taking you to dinner."Your eyes widened with delight. "No way! You remembered, then?"He nodded, annoyed. "Did you really think I'd forget our anniversary?"You couldn't contain your excitement and threw your arms around him, giving him a tight hug. "Thank you, Sasuke! You’re the sweetest ever!" You gave him a kiss on the cheek and settled into his neck.He chuckled, returning your embrace with a smile you couldn’t see. "Anything for you."The hostess greeted you with a smile, "Welcome! Do you have a reservation?"“It's under Uchiha."The hostess checked her reservations list and then led you both to a frilly table near a window, overlooking a beautiful garden. Throughout the evening, you shared delicious food and engaged in lovely conversation as Sasuke's stoic facade softened. He wanted to do everything to enjoy the evening with you. You knew this wasn’t his forte, so the atmosphere, his unwound demeanor, and his brief but loving touches would never be forgotten. At the end of the meal, you found yourselves holding hands across the table, something he initiated, melting you entirely. "Thank you for the surprise, Sasuke," you said softly, your heart brimming with happiness. “I love you so much. This was a lot of fun.”He smiled gently, "You're welcome.” He looked away briefly. “It's nothing. I might have trouble saying it, but I love you too.""I know you do," you replied, squeezing his hand. “Even if you don’t say it, you show it… unless we’re playing Mario Kart. Then it’s every man for himself.” The sound of Sasuke’s laughter gave the dinner a perfect end, and you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world at his side.Even if he was a sore loser.

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The sensation of gentle lips pressing down the side of your neck woke you. You soon felt nimble fingers brush the side of your naked hip and come to rest just below your navel. The fingers coasted across the skin there in soothing circles. You let out a sigh as those soft lips trailed to your jawline.“I’m cold, baby.”You hummed, eyes still loosely shut and scooted back further into the form behind you. He let out a chuckle and wrapped his arm around you tightly. “Babe,” he started again. “I’m cold.”“You feel pretty warm to me,” you murmured back, your voice slightly slurred from sleep. You felt his warm breath creep down your neck and the skin on your arms rose in response.“You seem cold too,” he responded, going to rub your exposed arm. “I’m going to go turn up the heat, alright babe?”“Mmm,” you responded wordlessly. He pressed a gentle kiss on your cheek before letting you go as he left the bed. You immediately groaned at the loss of heat from his body. You heard him search his dresser for some clothes before heading out of the room.The skin of your arms rose again, but this time it was from the cold rather than his soft touch. You let out another groan as it washed over you, and reluctantly peeled your eyes open. You sighed as you looked at your reflection in the mirror of your oversized vanity, and finally went to sit up. You slipped on the shirt Shisui had tossed to the side the night previous and searched your own dresser for suitable undergarments. You then went to Shisui’s and pulled out a pair of his warm, thick sweats.You followed his earlier movements and shuffled out of your bedroom, walking down the hallway and downstairs.He was standing by the thermostat when you reached the bottom. He had one of his favorite black hoodies on and a pair of black sweats. You smiled at the sight of your man all bundled up before he looked at you. He gave you a similar expression. “What’re you smiling at, cutie?” He asked, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. “And why do you always wear my clothes?”You laughed. “Because they’re warmer than mine. And they smell like you,” you responded, placing a kiss on his neck. “I love the way you smell.”He hummed and patted your butt lightly. “Go sit down by the TV, love. I’ll get you some juice
and make some breakfast.” You gave him an appreciative kiss on the mouth and did as he said.Your stomach began to growl as the smell of eggs wafted over to your place on the couch. You brought your knees further into you, focusing on the cartoon snowman that was being showcased on television. A content smile had been permanently placed on your lips from the moment you woke up in bed with your lover.A few minutes passed before Shisui wandered into the room, a plate full of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. In his other hand was a glass of orange juice. He kissed the top of your head while he placed them down on the coffee table as a response to your thanks. He returned to the kitchen, grabbing his own plate and glass before joining you on the couch. He took the blanket from the floor that the two of you had used last night and put it over the both of you.“I love this movie,” he started with an extravagant grin. “I used to watch it every morning in December. It drove my parents crazy.”You laughed. “I love it too. It’s my favorite holiday movie.” His eyes focused on you as he took his next few bites, his expression softening for a fraction of a second.This… this was pure happiness. Bundled up, cuddling with you, watching his all time favorite childhood movie with some good food… If he didn’t have syrup all over his mouth, he would’ve kissed you right then. But since he did, he settled for watching your beautiful face light up with joy as you immersed yourself in his warmth and the story of Frosty the Snowman.He really, really loved the holidays.