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Tobirama knows his wife is up to something, when you keep coming by the Hokage office for the previous couple hours, bringing him lunch and other random objects from his home office that he did not need, with the most eye-catching and jaw-dropping outfit that you definitely should not be wearing outside of the house. Tobirama seethes under his breath, and while he definitely does not mind the very deep plunge of the front of your kimono that reveals your supple breasts, or the high slit of your skirt that reveals your legs that he has put over his shoulder countless of times, he definitely does not want to see you flaunt yourself around with outfits only meant for his eyes, nor let a layperson set eyes on you. So Tobirama keeps his lips pressed in a tight line, and he keeps mum, trying to diligently focus on his work, speeding and skimming through paragraphs that he has no idea how he had dealt with before. At this point of his day, he is ready to come home and push you into your shared bed with him, and make you sing in pleasure and supplication. 

He tugs down at his hakama, trying to settle the growing frustration that it hides, especially now that there are a couple jounins in the room, reporting to him about their missions. His shoulders tense, expecting you to slide into the room, with another outfit he would rather see in the confines of your marital bed, but he relaxes once the jounins filter out through the door, one by one. Perhaps, you decided not to be a tease today. 

However, you never do what Tobirama wishes, and today is definitely not going to be that day. 

“M-my lady!” The last jounin exclaims as he opens the door to exit. 

Tobirama draws a quiet breath, preparing himself. He glances at the flustered jounin who is averting his gaze, and glares at him to make haste, at which the jounin gulps and runs out of the office, lest he receives the wrath of the Nidaime. 

Tobirama pushes all the paperwork he supposes are done with, and he slowly lifts his eyes from his desk and towards you. 

You are smirking at him, and your hands fold underneath your breasts. You transfer your weight to your left hip, accentuating your figure further. Your kimono is loose, with the collar exposing the expanse of your neck, and Tobirama stares at it for a moment, before turning his gaze to meet your eyes. 

“If it’s another book or random object from the house you have brought, save it,” Tobirama slowly warns. 

You laugh lightly, and walk towards his desk. You sit on the edge of his desk right beside him, and you lean backwards, with your hands flattened against the desk. Then, you lift a leg back, exposing your thigh. 

“I was just about to bring a couple problems with you, my lord, some that you may be able to fix if you act on it now,” you bite your lip coyly. 

Tobirama leans back coolly on his chair, and places his arms on the armrests. “And pray tell, what could these problems be, wife?”

“You rarely have fun with me anymore, Tobirama,” you lean forward this time, and Tobirama gets a glimpse of even more of your cleavage. “You’ve been so busy being the Hokage all this time, I am feeling a little neglected.”

You bite your lip, but the glint in your eyes does not show any remote shame. “And besides, don't you think you deserve a little break?”

Tobirama sighs, and he calms the blood that is pumping towards his groin. He has a feeling he is going to regret asking this of you, but he gives in as he can never really say no to you. You have a way of setting his inhibitions loose. Besides, you do not really ask much of him. “And whatever can I do to make it up?” 

Your lips curve upward mischievously. “I was thinking that maybe you can divide and conquer, love. Delegate, if you will.”

Tobirama raises an eyebrow at this. 

“Perhaps, we can revisit utilizing that shadow clone technique of yours,” you prompt. 

Tobirama immediately feels a blush creeping up his neck. His mind flashes back to the last time that he and his shadow clones had his way with you, and the way you enjoyed yourself thoroughly. His skin suddenly feels warm at the thought of the shadow clones’ orgasms adding an intense heat to his own. 

“And maybe you can just send one of you anyway to do the job, and keep me company as my husband,” you suggest, and this time, it earns a glare from Tobirama. 

Tobirama’s neck snaps up so quickly to meet your eyes, unable to stop the betrayal and the disbelief from spreading across his face. “That is absurd, I am your husband.” 

Your leg starts to slide up and down against the side of his own, and it sends a pleasant shiver through his spine. He puts a hand on your knee and he presses your leg away, and then, he abruptly stands, sliding his arm around your waist. 

The light in your eyes glows playfully, and Tobirama leans forward. “I am at work,” he murmurs. 

A hand travels down this torso, then suddenly, two hands grip the belt of his hakama and you pull him towards you. 

“At work, you say?” You peer up at him, your breath on his skin like a spark to an astute match.

Tobirama feels a powerful aura near the Hokage office, and he knows without a doubt that his elder brother is about to enter. He panics for a split second, especially more aware of the hardening of his cock, it threatens to pitch a tent against his hakama. 

His arm slips away from your waist, and then he quickly disperses another shadow clone in place of his to deal with his brother, and without another word and a knowing smirk growing across your lips, he bends down to carry you over his arms, and he uses his Flying Raijin Jutsu to teleport the two of you into your bedroom. 

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You feel yourself being flattened against the bed, and Tobirama’s hot mouth against your neck, licking and sucking the side of your throat, pressing kisses on your jaw, the space between your collarbones, and then his hands framing your breasts together as he plants even more kisses across your chest. His teeth graze the slope of your breasts, and his hands pull apart your kimono hastily, eager to drink the sight of you. 

When he gazes upwards at you, you note the way his red eyes darken to dying embers, sending an excitable spark at the base of your skull, and it makes the very pit of your abdomen warm from arousal.

“You like what you see?” You ask coyly, and your hands reach down to stroke his hips. Then you part your legs, completely pulling what else remains to keep your kimono together. 

Tobirama licks a stripe from your abdomen and up to your sternum. “I love what I see, and I see what I love,” he intones, his voice slightly deeper now. He undoes the tie of his belt, and he shrugs off his yukata. 

Your eyes move to roam hungrily across the expanse of his bare chest, the defined muscles of his shoulders, arms, and his very toned abdomen, marked by hard lines that converge downwards towards his hardening cock. 

His reply moves your hips to arch towards him, creating a pocket of air underneath the base of your spine and the bed. His body covers your own and presses against your skin flush, and you grind against him as his lips devour yours, his tongue nudging yours, then the roof of your tongue. You suck at his lips, your hands tangle inside his hair, and your thighs rub against the sides of his torso, and then you are kicking his loose pants away from his waist. He kisses you breathless, his hands wander down, and gathers your knees towards your chest. 

You have a feeling that Tobirama is excited now. His eyes are wide, and his pupils are blown, and it feels like you have set a beast free from the cages of his self-imposed sternness. Tobirama takes a ragged breath in, and he dives into another kiss, his mouth hungry and desperate, loving and wild at the same time. You continue to grind against him, aiming to slowly press your aching clitoris against his concealed cock, and the action makes you close your eyes and see dots of light in your dark vision. Your breaths begin to quicken, as Tobirama moves against you, hips rocking, hands cupping your ass, kneading them as if the last vestige of his self-control rests there. You moan into his mouth as two fingers slip down to press against your growing wetness, and you hook a leg over his waist, wanting him to delve into your folds even more, for his fingers to drag against the inside of your walls, but Tobirama pulls away, having other ideas. 

“Did you really think wearing these clothes around the village and the office for others to notice would go unaddressed by me?” Tobirama murmurs, the same two fingers parting your lips apart and tickling the roof of your mouth. “Whatever did you hope to gain from this?”

“That you fuck the living daylights out of me?” You reply crudely after unsheathing his fingers from your mouth, with your tongue dragging against the line separating them. 

You see Tobirama resist rolling his eyes at you. 

“You really do act as if I deprive you of your needs,” Tobirama says, and then you see a dangerous smirk teasing his lips. “Perhaps, we ought to change that today.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you muse, your gaze flitting from his eyes, to his tall, strong nose, and then his parted lips. “Maybe instead of talking, you can make that mouth useful and show me what you mean.” 

Tobirama unapologetically takes his hand and places it at your nape, gathers your hair, and tugs lightly at the roots. “Oh, I aim to.”

He tugs again, and you grind against him, watching as his eyes darken deeper with lust. Your heartbeat hastens in anticipation. 

Tobirama stares at you as he rears back, and kicks off the last piece of his clothing. His cock comes alive, and your eyes are immediately drawn towards the way it stands up proudly, the flesh pink and fully engorged. A hard vein lines the underside of his cock, and you bite your lip to suppress a moan, and possibly, from sitting up and taking him on completely by your mouth and ravishing him until he is gasping for breath and moaning with his head thrown up to the sky. That image further makes your clit throb, and instead, you lick your lips slowly, and reach up to scratch your nails against the side of his rib, and then towards the dip of his hip. 

Tobirama unleashes another shadow clone, another him that has an undeniable erection hitting the base of his abdomen. He pulls you towards the edge of the bed, just as his clone moves to settle above your head. The clone above your head sits you up so that you are pressing your back against his chest. You adjust your legs quickly so that you are in a kneeling position, almost as if Tobirama has planned to have you on your knees in supplication, in regret, for the way you dressed so beguilingly around him. You let a hand wander behind you, and you tug at the clone’s hard cock, your thumb pressing against the wet slit of his head, and then you adjust yourself upwards so that you are pressing your ass against his dick. 

Tobirama stands in front of you, observing you. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” you whisper and let out a sigh, as the clone’s cock wanders in between your legs, brushing against the slickness of your entrance. One of your hands flies to the clone’s waist as he continues to rub against the folds of your pussy. You lean your head back, each movement heightening with every pass of the cock in between your legs. 

You peer underneath your half-closed lids, watching Tobirama and the way he neglects his throbbing cock, waiting patiently—disciplined like the warrior that he is. Finally, The clone’s cock presses hotly against your entrance, the head pushing through and  making you quiver from the way it easily slides inside, the drag making your walls constrict. The flesh inside you feels heavy as it spreads you out, and the sensitiveness makes you wonder where you begin and where the clone ends. The clone drags its cock in and out, inciting a low and drunk-like moan through your lips. 

You hear Tobirama exhale harshly in front of you, and you see his cock twitch with want. 

“Lay down, both of you,” Tobirama commands, and your walls clench against his clone’s dick at the sound of his voice. Your insides feel full, but you keep wanting, craving more of Tobirama at each passing second. 

The clone underneath you lets out a low moan as he lowers the two of you on his back. Your legs spread open, and you start to move against the clone from above, slowly grinding your hips as your ass meets the base of his cock. Then, Tobirama grabs your hips to still you, as if to tell you to behave, then he lowers down to place his lips against your clit, and you press your lips together as his tongue pads against the aching mound that is begging for his attention. You throw your head back, as the clone’s cock pierces into you, his hips snapping up every time Tobirama grinds his own tongue against your clit. Tobirama sucks your clit in intervals with each grind of his tongue, and the sensation makes you shiver and gasp. You feel yourself becoming slicker and slicker inside, and you can only brace yourself as Tobirama adds more pressure to your clit. Your hips disobey Tobirama’s hands and you begin to grind down against the clone, chasing and wanting to reach the edge of your pleasure, but Tobirama continues to lap against your pussy, his powerful tongue sending tendrils of electricity through your spine and to the rest of your body. 

Your moans come unvarnished, raw, and so labored with lust, you feel the clone’s orgasm explode inside of you, and as he pops out of your entrance, you glance Tobirama tasting his own clone’s cum from your entrance, and eventually, surprising you as Tobirama takes his clone into his own mouth. 

The sight makes you feel feverish, and you feel yourself clench inside with even more want. Tobirama’s eyes meet you as his tongue flicks up against the clone’s dick, and he disperses the clone.

Your husband lets out a sharp gasp, and his body turns pink as he feels his clone’s climax slowly building on to his own. 

“Be careful what you wish for, wife,” Tobirama utters and he brings his hands together to make another shadow clone. 

Suddenly, Tobirama grasps your hips, and turns you to your stomach, and then pulls you towards him. You get the sense of the clone moving behind you, and you hear him moan as he pushes into your entrance once more. 

“Fuck,” the clone gasps. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” 

You lower yourself into your elbows, and the clone begins to slam harder and deeper inside you. This rips a scream that comes from the back of your throat, the sound of it high-pitched and ragged. 

Suddenly, the shadow clone stills, and you glance back as Tobirama himself teases his own cock against his clone’s ass. The sight almost enrages you, and you feel a possessiveness you have not felt in the previous time that Tobirama used his clones to bring you to the brink of your delicious unconsciousness. He has never done this before, but now he has proven you wrong—Tobirama is aiming to ensure that you have your fill, and that he shows you that he can be fun as well. 

Two can play at that game. 

You narrow your eyes as the clone shakes, inside and over your body, as Tobirama sheathes himself in, well, himself. The clone moans loudly, his voice thready, and it transforms into a whine that you find sweet and delicious, and it makes you want to ruin the clone and Tobirama, to make them come so hard that Tobirama relinquishes every last bit of his inhibition. 

You shift your weight to your hands, and you slam down into the clone, sheathing yourself against him fully to the hilt. The clone gasps, his eyes closing from the sensation of his cock inside you, and from the burning and intoxicating way that his original is ripping through him, tearing him open in such an agonizing way that it feels both suffocating and like he is falling into an abyss with each time you slam against him and clench your walls against his appendage. 

The clone is crying out in a melodious moan, and you hear Tobirama rut against himself, his low growls making you feel more alive.  

You begin to find a rhythm, each push and pull stinging and burning underneath your lids, making you see stars. Your hair is pulled back, and you cry out, wanton and in so much heady need, rapturous and intense, and you feel yourself being stretched out like a taut strand ready to break with so much of a tug. An impossible heat strikes you below your belly like lightning, and you come with an unvarnished keening moan, and you collapse onto your arms. Sweat runs from your forehead and down your chest. 

The clone’s moans begin to hit a higher note, and he plunges himself back into Tobirama, meeting his thrusts violently, and keeping his own cock buried in your pussy, grinding and riding the tails of your last orgasm. You close your eyes, feeling your own blood roaring in your ears, and pumping at your temples from the sweet adrenaline that Tobirama is granting you. Your body trembles without your say, and your legs shake from the angle that you are on.

Suddenly, Tobirama’s clone climaxes, and lets out desperate moans as he bursts his seed into you. You try to catch your breath, but Tobirama wastes no time, as he flips you on your back, and is now aligning his length against your entrance, and pushing your legs towards your head. 

Tobirama looks ruined, his breath coming out hard and heavy, his chest heaving with breathlessness, and his neck red from the clone’s previous orgasm. He groans as he sheathes himself into you, claiming you once and for all, like he has aimed to do so in the very beginning. Your breaths turn into moans, and your hands claw at Tobirama’s shoulders. He sets your legs free, and you hook them over his lower back, and Tobirama sets an erratic pace with his hips, that each time he pulls out and impales you repeatedly, you feel yourself being split open by his cock, like you are cut anew each time he delves into you. 

“Tell me what you really want,” Tobirama growls near your ear. 

Your walls clench against him tighter, and Tobirama’s body adapts even more to yours, his torso curling over you as his hips begin to rock against yours rapaciously. 

“Fuck,” you cry out, and you shut your eyes from the intrusion and the next cliff you are about to dive from without control. “I want you! Ah-! I want you!”

Tobirama changes his pace into an agonizing and tedious one, and you groan from frustration. There is light threatening to disperse from the back of your eyeballs, but it is snuffed out by Tobirama’s slow grind inside you. With his cock making you whole and his low, velvet baritone voice caressing your ear, you let yourself open wider to receive him. 

“And have I not given you every need to satiate you?” 

Your hands find purchase on his shoulders again, and you buck up wildly, trying and failing to set the pace that will surely send you unconscious from the pleasure. 

“And what could my shadow clones possibly achieve when I could do so much more?” Tobirama suddenly lifts your hips up with both hands and slams you against him. 

You gasp as he finds a spot that lights up your nerves all around. You see the haughty smirk on Tobirama’s face, and when you clench around him again, it is wiped off and is replaced by a wild look in his eyes, like a raging fire that he is keeping at bay. 

You want to feel more of him, for him to keep on burying himself so that you can mold your insides to his likeness. You grind against him at your own pace—unashamed and with abandon—while Tobirama is rutting into you deeply. His mouth finds your breasts as he bends over you and begins to ram you like he is stuffing you into the mattress. 

“Tobirama, yes, please, more!” You plead, urging Tobirama to batter himself into your mercilessly. 

He acquiesces, and this time, you cry out with the effect of mescaline surging through your blood vessels—you feel delirious as if your soul floated away from your body and is slammed back just in time as Tobirama comes with a heady moan, it makes you shake underneath his hold. 

Tobirama keeps thrusting for a couple more times, riding his own high, his eyes closed in pleasure and his mouth parted in reverie. You feel a flood burst from you, the mixed cum from you and Tobirama dripping from your pliant hole. 

Your husband covers you with his own body, and your arms come up around his back. His own sweat drips to you, but at this moment, you both do not mind the contact. You can hear his heartbeat thundering from his neck, and his breaths brushing against your nape. 

Tobirama pushes himself up to look at you, and then brushes his hand against your forehead to wipe away the hair and the sweat painting it. 

“You are right that I have been so busy,” Tobirama whispers tenderly. “Let me make it up to you.” 

You smile in bliss as you surrender your weight to Tobirama, and he uses his own arms to lift you up. You lean heavily against your husband as he pulls you off the bed, and then he transfers you into his arms, and carries you to the bathroom. Tobirama carefully sets you down to sit at the edge of the bathtub, and then he moves to draw hot water into the bath, and in no time, it fills and Tobirama is urging you to slide down. 

Your limbs feel heavy and leaden with impossible weight, but you do not mind being pampered by Tobirama. You feel him slide behind you, and then he pulls you up against his chest. 

Your head rests on the space between his neck and shoulder, and you turn your head slightly towards him. 

“How was fucking your own self? Or better yet, feeling that you fucked yourself, too?” 

Tobirama chuckles to your surprise. “It was…different. I wanted to impress you.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing out loud. “Oh, my love. Would you really do anything for me?”

Tobirama squeezes your waist. “Don’t get ahead of yourself.” 

You feel yourself drifting to sleep, and you are vaguely aware of Tobirama moving you again, of his hands with a towel drying you and dressing you, and then tucking you back into bed where you can be comfortable. 

He kisses your forehead goodbye. “Sleep well.”  

You hum as he kisses your cheek this time, and you succumb to the sweet sleep that is inviting you.