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It was a reletively public wedding, so the entire village could see the bond growing further between the Senju and the Uchiha. All the villagers thought that it was a beautiful love story, one were the two of you fell for each other despite being from enemy clans. But how could they be so wrong, it was nothing of the sort.

It was an arranged marriage. 

This was the elder's decision, thinking that it would be a more secure way to confirm that the Uchiha would not fight back in the further future. The decision was made for the protection of Konoha and being Hashirama and Tobirama's timid, innocent little sister, you couldn't object.

It's your first night within the Uchiha estate, specifically Madara's. You stand in silence biting your bottom lip, in which the red lipstick that was previously there at been removed. Not only by the rigid kiss the two of you shared at the wedding but because of you nibbling on the flesh.

Your hands grip the primarily white kakeshita, you don't know what to do, Madara isn't in the room with you right now and you are too scared to do anything. You were a Senju, but now you are an Uchiha, bounded by those ridiculous ceremonies, paperwork and those vows.  Startled, you jump slightly at the creak the door makes as Madara slides it open, stepping into the room. His eyes trail up on to you, previously analysing every part of your body. YOu could feel it, it is so strong, the scrutiny in his gaze, the judgment.  "It would appear the Senju couldn't even grant me a worthy wife. Just a fragile little thing, aren't you?" Madara scrutinises and a shaky breath leaves your mouth.   Your stomach clenches at the words. Of course, he doesn't hide how much he hates your clan even now that you two have been wed. You feel small under his gaze, and his height. The way he looks at you makes you feel so inferior. 

To Madara, you aren't his wife, you are just a filthy Senju only here to bear his children. 

"I didn't ask for this," you whisper, your voice trembling.  He lets out a low chuckle and closes the space between you. "You think I asked for this? To be tied to the likes of you? A Senju, a weakling, a woman from the enemy's bloodline?" His words cut deep and the tears prick at the back of your eyes. You mean nothing to Madara but a means to an end, nothing more than a tool for him, to bear children, to give him strong children.

Madara moves around you, so now that he is behind you, his chest is almost inches away from your back. "What did your brothers think? That by sending you to me, it would make me forget the blood spilled between us? That I'd forget how your family has tried to crush mine for generations?" He adds. You flinch. Your blood running inside you was a brand of shame in itself, reminding you that no matter how hard you tried, you would never belong here, in his world, the Uchiha world, no matter how equal your clans really are. "You're nothing here," he sneers. "Nothing but a Senju in an Uchiha household. A reminder of everything I despise."

He steps closer, so his hot breath fans across your neck and your back tenses. His hand reaches up, catching your chin in an iron vice as he forces you to meet his gaze. "And now, you're here in— my bed, in my house. But don't let yourself think you'll ever be anything more than a Senju dog." Your heart races in your chest, but you grit your teeth, god, you're so scared. Madara gazes into your eyes. "I will never think of you as a Uchiha," he announces. "You shall never be of us. Our children? Yes. But you? Never." Your chest tightens. You feel yourself start to unravel, piece by piece, under his cold gaze and cruel words. You want to be able to fight back, scream at him, and make him see that you're more than the blood running through your veins. The hate weighing upon you from him crushes you, rendering you mute. The silence is then broken as Madara speaks once more, "Get into bed, it's time you played wife." Your heart sinks, and a wave of dread washes over you. There is no love in that command, no affection. His lips ghost on your neck, below your ear before pulling the sash that held your marriage kimono together before he slips the fabric down your shoulders. Instinctively, when the fabric slips to your elbows, a gasp slips past your lips and you pull your arms to your chest, covering your exposed body. 

"W-Wait," you managed to squeak out, your heart beating furiously, you swear that it was so loud that he could hear it.

You hear the click of his tongue and can feel the roll of his eyes. "What, woman?"

"I've... never... done anything... like this," you say quietly, your hands trembling, holding the fabric tighter to your chest.

"You'll do as I say, dear," he hums, emphasising the last word, almost to mock you. "I wouldn't want to... hurt you." Scared, you nod timidly, still clenching the fabric as you walk towards the futon, your body getting heavier with every step. You only just barely managed to sit on your knees, your weight on the insides of your feet. 

Your gaze was kept tight onto the sheets in front of you. Hearing a light thud hit the floor, you glance up through your mascara-tinted lashes, and you see that the sash holding Madara's wedding attire is on the floor. You can clearly see his abs through the opening of the kimono and his pants had been stripped too, you can clearly see the bulge in his underwear. 

Then, the last of his main attire was pulled off his body and tossed onto the floor, now he is only donned in his underwear, his body bare in front of you. And before you knew it, Madara was kneeling in front of you, tugging the fabric roughly out of your hold. 

Suddenly, the breath from your chest left with a sudden escape of breath as your body fell hard to the futon, Madara's bigger hands restraining your wrists beside your head. Your eyes widen while your lips tremble at the sight of Madara above you, his face so close to yours you could fall apart underneath his gaze. 

Madara closes in, his nose almost touching your own and your breath hitches. "I'm going to ruin you," he hums, moving his head to your shoulder, his lips skimming across your flesh slowly. 

God, you were trembling, you've never felt like this before, this sensation was making you loose your mind. He was being so mean to you, to one of the kindest people in Konoha, making you feel like nothing, and yet, how he made your body feel was something words couldn't explain. 

You were so focused on how he was so close to your neck, that you completely missed how Madara had already slipped down your underwear. His thick fingers pressed against the top of your pussy, so, so, so close to slipping in and hitting your clit.

Your back arches into the touch a breathy gasp falls from your lips and you want to scream in embarrassment. All you wanted to do was to cover your mouth and you couldn't even do that with how Madara was pinning your hands above your head. 

"Fuck, you're sensitive," Madara mumbles to himself, feeling and seeing how you react to such a simple touch, he smirks agasint your neck.

He's going to enjoy this.  

Opening his mouth slightly, he latches onto the dip from your neck and you squirm underneath his imposing touch. His legs spread apart your own, rendering you unable to move. Madara's stature is so big, that you didn't think you would be able to move anyway, considering how his weight was pressing down on you, how his warmth was seeping into you. 

Helpless whimpers leave your mouth as he sucks at your soft skin, leaving marks all over your chest while his fingers still lightly play with your folds, though, they never pushed past, teasing you. 

"Please...." you whimper quietly, pleading into Madara's ear so softly and as much as Madara wanted to hate your voice, it sent shivers down his spine.

"Please what?" he asks in a low tone, lips finally pulling away from your red collarbones. 

Your breathing is ragged, cheeks flushed a pinky-red hue from Madara's touches. "Please... could I have more...?" you question slowly, quietly and Madara smirks at the obvious nervousness in your voice. 

"More?" he teases, pressing his forehead against your own and you gaze into his obsidian eyes which sent electricity down your spine.

You nod small, "...Yes."

A hum comes from his mouth as he pushes his fingers past your folds, two thick fingers pressing against your clit and you moan shamelessly. You want to cover your mouth but can't, your hands are still bound above your head. 

His fingers venture further down, tracing a path along your slick slit. The touch is electrifying, causing you to tremble in his hold, your body responding to his every movement. A whimper escapes your lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that courses through you.

"So wet," Madara hums as he presses his thumb against your clit and you moan, your back arched agasint the futon. Madara frowns to himself knowing that your eyes are screwed shut

At your reply, Madara's fingers experimentally push past your slick folds, his fingers pressing past your clit, and a surge of pleasure courses through you, leaving you breathless and desperate for more. A moan left your mouth as your back arched at his touch. your reaction caused Madara to press down slightly more and your legs squeezed around his waist, moans stringing out your mouth.

You felt his fingers slide down and he found your seeping hols, drenched with arousal. You felt a finger slowly slide inside your heat, a whimper leaving your mouth. As much as Madara hates the Senju's he couldn't help but feel a pang of worry for you, your face contorts into pain after a few seconds so he stops, head tilting.

"W-Wait," you whimper. "Gi- Give me a few seconds."

"Why should I wait for you?" Madara hums, eyes slitting at you.

"Hurts," you replied trying to regulate your breathing.

A tsk left his mouth, "It hurts because you're tense. Relax," he orders and you let your body relax under him, your breathing all controlled. "See? Doesn't hurt as much now doesn't it?"

You shook your head. "Exactly," he adds and he begins to pump his digits in and out your drenched cunt.

"So good," You whimpered as he slowly pumped in and out your soaked walls. 

The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and intensity that leaves you unable to contain your moans. You press your lips against his shoulder, muffling the sounds that escape from deep within you. His fingers explore the depths of your core, igniting a fire that consumes your every thought. Each movement, each curl, sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body.

You surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of his touch, the combination of his skilled fingers and the intensity of our connection pushes you closer to the edge, teetering on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure bliss, where time stands still, and you are consumed by the overwhelming pleasure that courses through your veins.

As Madara's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pumping in and out of your seeping hole, there was an unfamiliar tightness growing in your lower abdomen, pleasure tightened inside your stomach. you wrap your shaky legs around him, seeking to anchor yourself to him amidst the overwhelming pleasure. your body quivers with anticipation, responding to his every touch, every movement.

"Wait!" you sob, writhing under him. "Feels funny...."

"You're going to have an orgasm, just let it happen," he scoffs, beginning to scissor his fingers, respectively hitting your soft, gummy spot every single time. 

you chant his name into his neck as praises leave your mouth, your voice filled with desire and need. The tears welling in your eyes are not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure that threatens to consume you entirely.

In response to your plea, sucks the skin around your neck once more, groaning against your neck, his voice laced with desire. He begins to press your clit with the pad of his thumb, adding another layer of pleasure to the already intense sensations. The touch is electrifying, causing you to arch your back in response.

"Feels weird," you sob. "Feels... good too... though."

"You'll take it," Madara asserts.

The pleasure builds, the tension mounting with each passing second until you are on the precipice of release. It's a moment of pure surrender, where pleasure reigns supreme, and you are consumed by the overwhelming ecstasy that engulfs you.

Waves of ecstasy wash over you, leaving your legs trembling and weak from the intensity of the sensations. He slips his fingers from your hole and you continue to tremble from the aftermath of the orgasm. you managed to release your from Madara's neck and move away from his hold.

Your legs are trembling around his waist, your cum and arousal soaked the sheets below you, dripping down your ass from your hole. As you open your squeezed-shut eyes, you see Madara take a taste of his fingers, licking a stip up his digits, swallowing your cum and your cheeks burn red. 

Madara almost groans at your taste, so sweet, he can't wait for you to break and split from his cock. Your whimpers and screams of overstimulation are going to be heaven for him. You pull your hands from his grasp as you feel the hold loosening and cover your face. It was an immediate reaction, Madara quickly pulled your hands back above your head. 

"You will not hide from me," Madara commands and your bottom lip trembles as you nod. 

God, your legs fall lip on either side of Madara on the futon and they tremble. Then you felt a big bulbous tip press against your entrance and you arch your back into the pleasuring sensation, a moan slipping past your innocent mouth. All you wanted to do was paw at his chest, and leave scratch marks everywhere, but you couldn't.

"Please... I... want to... touch you," you whispered through your whine.

A humoured chuckle leaves his throat. "As if I'd let a filthy Senju touch me."

You then got flipped around so suddenly, your breasts pushing against the futon, hands still pinned above you, face squished into the pillow. You then felt Madara's mass press down against your back and you let out a soft whimper at the sudden weight. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. 

Madara's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you. Madara's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. 

A content sigh leaves your mouth when Madara raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, dripping with your cum.

"You're going to take all of me," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at your ear, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Madara sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A groan leaves Madara's mouth and a moan from your own as his length nudged the deepest spot within you.

Madara could've busted right there and then, your tight walls constricting him made him tense. You feel so good, and he couldn't wait to take you again and again, to fill you up to the brim with his cum every night. 

Madara moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. His free hand grips your hip and he admires how you have perfect hips to give birth for, for a Senju, you're a perfect wife to breed. 

Madara didn't move, he wanted to relish in on how you desired to cause friction, desired to move against his touch, but couldn't. Madara's cock, prodded so deep in your gummy walls that you whimpered in pleasure, but that didn't stop him from not moving. He was still snug inside.

Hot and heavy kisses trail down from your ear down to the dip of your neck to shoulder and a breathless sigh escaped your parted lips before Madara rolled his hips into yours. A moan slips out of your mouth, his thick length scraping all the sensitive parts of your warm insides.

Madara's knees spread your legs apart so that any advances from you ensured that they would be shut down, so that you remained situated below him, your pretty body that paled in comparison to his frame. As he expected, you couldn't move from his trapping embrace.

His movements became faster, his cock thrusting into the depths of you needy hole as strained moans and whines left your throat. Madara was panting in your ear and an occasional deep groan slipped past his lips, the sounds which made your cunt flutter tightly around his length.

Madara was filling you up to the hilt, his throbbing pink tip hitting that soft, gummy spot in your cunt that caused you to scream out in fulfilment. "Close?" He breathed in a humoured tone, causing you to let out a moan and sigh, body shaking with pleasure.

Your body tried to arch away from the pleasure, not being able to take the strong rolls of Madara's hips, but as you arched your back away, his thrusts only aimed deeper, harder into your G spot. You sobbed out, tears filling your lash line. "Too much, Madara.... S-Slow down.... too much."

"Oh?" he smirked, his hips moving now at a faster pace, loving how your cunt squeezed his cock even though you wanted him to slow down, "It's alright, you can hold out," he coos.

Repetitive moans left your mouth while he pounded into your tight heat. You suddenly had the instinctive urge to press yourself into his length, but you couldn't, his weight was too heavy for you to move against him, and you were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"Please, I wanna come," you cry out mewling. 

Your body trembled beneath him and the hold he had on your hands loosened. Your hips were getting held, then, the strength he possessed lifted you onto your knees before a bicep wrapped around your throat, lifting your head. It wasn't a tight grip but the power lifted your head from the futon while you shakily rested your weight on your elbows.

Your back arched heavily, finally being able to sink more into him. "Madara...?" you asked in a hush tone but he didn't reply and you wanted to sob because you just wanted one last thing. "Madara... please... I wan' a kiss, please."

"A kiss, huh?" he groans out. Madara hunches over you, pulling you closer to him and connecting your mouth in a sloppy, wet kiss, forcing his tongue inside your mouth, grunting into you while he swallows your moans. 

"Good, taking me so deep," Madara groaned, pulling away from your mouth and pushing this arch into your back deeper.

He watched your ass ripping again his lower abdomen, watching your cunt with black iris'. Observing how your walks sucked him in, leaving a creamy white rind of your cum and arousal around the base of his cock.

"Making you feel so good, aren't I?" Madara groaned his head tilted forward, sweat beading on his forehead as we watched your fall apart and tremble from his dick, watching your innocence fade away, broken moans slipping past your plump lips.

"Gonna fill you up," Madara groans. "You're taking me so deep, deserve to have my cum."

"'Wanna come, please," you beg, wanting to feel the release, desperate as the tears stream down your flushed cheeks. "Want it so bad."

You clench around his length as he increases his pace, instantly accommodating to the speed but your moans escalate. "Such a filthy Senju," He leaned down and mumbled in your ear chased with a deep moan that stirred your insides clenching around his length.

"Want it so bad!" you whimper, unable to comprehend any thoughts that swelled into your head.

"C'mon darling," he growled and you spasmed around his length as your high washed over you, your legs shaking as his weight pressed down even more than it was. His thrusts didn't slow causing you to whimper in overstimulation, but Madara helped it, his hips continuing to rut into mine, helping you ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips planted against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss. And you felt more of his cum spill into your fertile womb, painting your insides white, you could almost feel your stomach bulging from how much you had of your husband inside you.

Madara slipped his softening length out, and pulled away from the kiss as you slumped to the futon, his eyes chained to the white splotches of silky come that spilled from your gaping cunt, watching with a slight frown as the cum spilled from your cunt. 

You're going to look so good plump with his children. He's going to make sure you get pregnant even if that means having sex morning and night. 

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things are steamy and the two of you slip into a semblance of routine you’ve established. irukas got you on your back while he gets you ready, lapping between your folds like he’s trying to drink water from a bowl. you swear, he knows the parts he sucks and licks at do nothing for you, he’s just that desperate to taste every bit- not let a drop go to waste. you lace your fingers in his loose hair and give the scalp they’re attached to the gentlest squeeze, eliciting a whine from the man below. oww, he doesn’t like it when you pull too hard. one eye shuts closed with a wince and he comes up for air, strings of saliva and you connect his jaw and your saturated cunt as follows the gentle pull upwards. “you don’ wan’ anymore? you ready?” he whines a bit. lust clearly clouds him, his words always slur when he’s feeling good with you- one of the things he’s always embarrassed about. you shake your head, “mm mm, want you to lick it good. know you can.” you huff. iruka really is great at head but again, he just gets carried away by his own desire. he flushes and looks away, nodding. “mm, mhm. m’ sorry.” he whispers, voice straining a bit. oh, did you hurt his feelings? you didn’t mean like that- he was doing a good job, you were just needy and didn’t want the teasing. quickly you push yourself up on an arm to cup the cheek he turned and refocus him to you. “don’t be sorry baby, m jus’ bein needy. feel so good, always make me feel so good- jus’ wan’ more.” you reassure him with a small laugh underlining your words. “m’ greedy. greedy for you.”

you want him to know he’s doing good. luckily, it looks like it’s worked. you can almost see his tail start to wag and his ears perk up at the acknowledgment and he nods with a cute little smile on his face. you can’t help but ruffle the top of his head as you settle back down and push him back to resume his work. “good boy” you moan as he starts, just for him to stop again. his eyes are locked on you when you lift your head back up to see what he stopped for. the grip his fingers hold between where your thighs and hips meet tightens and an embarrassed, shaky “mmmnn…” vibrates into your pussy. you put two and two together quickly and realize, he liked that. he really liked that. you giggle and the hand you’ve still got on him gives his scalp an encouraging nail-less scritch. “heha- good boy? you like that baby?” your voice is a bit hoarse and he moans again, knitting his eyebrows together and shutting them tight. you egg him on further, “c‘mon, you were doing so good honey, keep going f’r me. be a good boy.” you really like it too. iruka whimpers again and with a nod his mouth mounts the top of your pussy and he starts massaging the flat of his tongue against your clit. praises spill from your mouth the whole time and irukas reactions only intensify. he’s got his left arm rested over your abdomen, gripping your waist and his right working his two fingers into you while he abuses that pretty little bud.

before his dick is out he’s got you spilling around his mouth once. the sweltering heat of arousal dissipates and you refocus from your first climax to see iruka looking up at you with his head resting on your breast. he looks up at you expectedly, waiting for you to come down from your high and acknowledge him. whatever you say is yours. you cup his face once more and smile, “good boy baby, so good for me. make me feel so good.” you’re still panting and your words are shaky but true. that tone, that expression, all of it fuels iruka more than anything has before. his heart feels so full- he’s so happy he’s making you feel good, that's all he wants to do. this attitude iruka has taken up is affecting you too, clearly. he’s just so fucking cute you want to treat him like the sweetest dumbest little puppy. you coax his head up so he can kiss you and muster the strength to raise your jellified knees to his sides. the kiss is sloppy, iruka is so vocal- like every little thing is stimulating him in some way. when your tongue slides down his throat he lets it happen, letting his jaw go slack and you assault his mouth with yours all the while he’s panting out the lewdest whines. the two of you pull apart and he’s a mess above you, almost trembling. he’s a mess when you tell him to ditch the fishnet top he’s got on, when you tell him to free his cock from his boxers, when you tell him to line up the tip to your entrance, when you command him and praise him each time he obeys. he feels drunk, he’s so unbelievably aroused he might just cum the moment he puts the tip in.

you coax him through each movement like you’ve never been intimate before. slutty moans spill from his mouth every other second, he’s so overwhelmed- especially inside you. you’re soaked and each micro-movement has got him gritting his teeth as your wet warmth envelopes him. “ahh, pretty- fuck-ngh, hahh, ‘s good- you feel really good-ah,” he sings, voice crackling. you’re so wet there’s almost no friction for him to be held up by. his thrusts are unsteady but it’s the fact that he’s pulling out so far and shoving it back in with no resistance that’s killing you. a ring of white marks the base of his cock and he’s fucking into you at a slowly increasing pace, mouth agape and a constant flow of noise escaping him. “iruka- baby- fuck,” you cry, the assault on your insides picking up and catching you off guard. “fuck pretty boy, jus’ like that, so fucking good- so good inside me baby,” your voice hikes a couple pitches as you’re now getting fully pounded into with the help of his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you to his pelvis. warmth dribbles down your ass and your eyes roll at the vulgarity of it all- getting fucked so sloppy by your dog of a boyfriend. your hands search for something to grab at and you grip at his and whine out a “‘ruka baby,” to catch his attention. his eyes dart to you and he’s eager to give you what you need. you make grabby hands to indicate your neediness. you want him. iruka nods enthusiastically and shifts positions, hooking his hand underneath your knees and pushing them up out of the way so he can be closer chest-to-chest with you.

he’s focused on your blissed-out face and all he can think is how good he’s making you feel- he’s doing good, you told him so. he loves doing good. his eyes burn and he’s sniffling before he knows it- he feels too fucking good. a mix of a moan and a sob wracks his body and his head drops, his hair tickling your forehead now. you reach up to run your fingers through his hair and cup his face, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours. “iruka baby- god, don’t fuss pretty boy. fuckin’ me- so- good-“ you groan, voice unraveling at the end as he punctuates each of your words with a deep thrust. “m’ good.. m’ a good boy..” iruka chants, voice teetering on the edge. he switches his angle and releases one of your knees from the pin he had it in to sneak his hand down to your clit. “w’nna be good, w’nna make you cum..” iruka rumbles and you squeal at the pad making contact with your sensitive nub. “god- ‘ruka, so good-“ you mewl, starved for air as you’re quickly shoved towards your finish line. you hadn’t realized you were this close and you can barely get a word out before you’re reaching it. “g’nna cum ‘ruka, don’ stop baby, fuck- just like that, good boy-“ you chant and he quickly joins in. “cum for me, please, let me cum with you please, ‘m almost there.” he cries. with eyes locked and you gripping his face like he’s gonna slip away you quickly nod and beckon him to, “cum with me ‘ruka” and you’re both tensing around the other in seconds. irukas hips stutter before he buries all the way inside and your body goes taut as you curl into your climax. irukas so fucking loud in your ear, you didn’t think he could moan this loud. it’s not like you hold yourself back either, but seeing iruka so shameless and uninhibited makes you squeeze around him even harder.

by the time you regain the sense that was fucked out of you you realize irukas is back on your chest, arms dipped under your shoulders and holding you. your hand finds your way to his hair and you start to massage the top of his head. your other rests on his back, splayed out and rubbing up and down while you whisper praises to him. iruka whines and nuzzles closer in between your boobs, still fucked out.

the “embarrassment” never comes. when you get up to wash yourselves he sticks by your side and makes a sound of disapproval when he’s not skin to skin with you somehow for more than 5 seconds. when you’re settling back into bed he cuddles right back up to you and is unabashedly desperate for your warmth. “you’re cute.” “mm.” “super cute. i liked that a lot.” “mmmhn.” he nuzzles into your chest, radiating warmth into you. “…i did too. thank you.”

SHINO ABURAME ⸝⸝ spit, oral fixation

coaxing shino out of his shell took a bit, especially in your shared sex life. once he was out of it though, shino was a passionate lover. he could get a little lost in you, and a bit rough- but in the best way. he was just so eager and you felt too good. branching out from vanilla sex wasn’t discussed really, you had asked if he ever wanted to get rougher since that was usually the pace he fell into- fucking into you hard and getting a bit handsy, squeezing your boobs, nipping and sucking marks into your neck, chest and back. the ways in which you describe “rougher” aren’t so appealing to him though. he doesn’t want to hit you, doesn’t wanna hurt you. you don’t mind the rejections, they were just suggestions that you’d be down to try anyway. you’ve just always felt like there’s more behind that stoic face.

you were mid prep, instructed by shino to lay back against the headboard and play with yourself a bit while he undressed himself. you’re already easing a finger into yourself while you watch him take each article off. his forehead protector, his vest and undershirt, and his pants are all discarded into a pile. at the bottom is his signature hooded coat, hastily taken off earlier during the heated makeout session that had led you into the bedroom. one thing about shino was that he loved to kiss you. shino didn’t do pecks. if you were gonna kiss him, you had to make sure you gave him at least 5 minutes to get his fill of your mouth, and then that might turn into an hour with the boner he gets just from that.

shino turns back to you and the mattress dips on one side and then the other as he situates himself over top of you. slipping another finger in, you moan and he can’t help but take advantage of that pretty mouth. “keep going.” he instructs between light kisses before diving in and tonguing you down. you’re squirming underneath his assault, getting needier as he violates every inch of your mouth. after a few minutes of making out, you have an idea and use your other hand to push against his chest. spit chains the two of you together and you’re both panting and flushed. you wince a bit as you take your fingers out of yourself, needing a bit more lube as your body hasn’t caught up to your brain just yet. your fingers are still glistening otherwise and you lift them to your tongue, taking them both into your mouth and beginning to suck them clean. shino audibly moans at the action, goading you on while you spit and fuck them in and out of your mouth like a cock. at one point you go deep. deep enough to elicit the prettiest gargle around them and make you tear up at the intrusion in your throat- and shino is redder than ever. “fuck, so pretty.” the praise goes straight to your cunt and you hump up into nothing. shino is a man of few words but makes them count with you. shino lifts his right hand and spits in it before it makes its way to replace the empty space your cunt is crying out for to be filled and you squeal as he rubs circles into your sensitive nub. your fingers slip from your mouth and a trail of spit breaks off, leaking down your face and making a mess of you. shino hasn’t looked away from your mouth once, beginning the process of stretching your hole out around his one finger that’s going deeper and stretching you harder than your own two like his arm has a mind of its own. shino catches your open mouth and lolling tongue in a sloppy kiss, his saliva flooding into you like he’s starving and you are the one he’s going to devour. it’s so messy and you’re granted no break, eyes rolling back while he’s fingerfucking you open, thumbing your clit, and suffocating you with his tongue all at once.

by the time he’s seemingly had his fill mouthfucking you you’re plenty stretched, whining and bucking into nothing when he retracts his hand from your parts. “shino- please, wan’ you.” you pout and whine, squirming and kneading at whatever you can get your hands on. his bicep, his chest, his torso, his back. you don’t even realize the hand that was just making work of your insides is in front of your face until a command echoes above you. “clean them.” he says. your mouth opens and he leans further forward to insert them. you take them eagerly, moaning and slobbering as you taste yourself around his slender, smooth digits. shino audibly groans at the little show you’re putting on and starts moving them, fucking them into your throat like he just was in your other hole. you gurgle and gag around them, resigning yourself and letting him play with you this way. one particularly hard gag has him retracting them and praising you for how well you cleaned him up. funny, since now you’re a fucked out drooly mess. shino kisses your pretty tears away while you sniffle and catch your breath. some might view his treatment as a bit mean, but you’ve never felt more cared for under someone else’s watch. he is just wholly obsessed with you.

shino hums and leans back on his knees to get to work on his boxers. “turn around.” shino commands, and you’re on your chest with your ass up in a beat. shino loves this position. you pale in comparison to his height so he can easily pull you into a hug from behind and look down at your pretty face while you take him. as he lines up the tip with your entrance you brace for the intrusion. even with how stretched and wet you are, things can’t escalate so much just yet. shino is… big. even when he’s fully hard his cock fights gravity to stand up all the way. this position makes it easier to take him too. you hear him spit from behind and you tremble, finding it kind of too hot. the tip presses flush against your entrance and he leans forward, letting his cock enter as much as it can without moving his hips forward. this way you can both notice when the resistance starts and go from there. you take about half before he groans at the tightness and you whine at the sting. one arm is propped to hold himself up and the other is hooked around to the front of you and pulling you into his chest. his hand finds one of your breasts and he groans when he starts to knead at it. he loves these too. really, he loves each part of you (and is sure to remind you, especially when you can feel his cock throb as he gropes at you.)

the two of you settle into a steady rhythm and you’re sinking further and further into the pillow and duvet you’re fucking on top of. you’re fully relaxed taking him, his hands caressing and massaging each part of you only making it easier. your knees are close to giving out before you scoops you up, his right arm filling the pass between your breasts and a hand coming up to hold your jaw. you’re flush to his chest in an instant as he fucks up into you. you feel pathetic under his eyes in this newly compromising position. his other wraps around your tummy and he’s fully supporting you, taking on the burden your poor little body couldn’t handle. the ever-observant shino. your hands grasp for something to hold, first groping at your own breasts and then grabbing at the arm holding your chest up before shino cuts you off with something akin to a growl and he’s maneuvering his left arm, the one wrapped around your waist to restrain your two hands together and bring them to your hips as they resume their previous position. you’re helpless, and the two of you love it this way. you’re getting fully fucked wide now, warmth seeping down the inside of your thighs as he makes a mess of you. your jaw is slack and shino takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side slightly to slip his index inside your mouth and tug your cheek, exposing the blush inside with strings of saliva connecting the roof and floor. shino shudders and you catch a glimpse of his dark, murky eyes filled with something you can only compare to the look of a predator who’s finally caught its prey. you look so slutty. eyes glossed and hooded, mouth agape and a mess, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. shino catches you in a kiss once more, though short-lived to your surprise. you’re caught leaning forward into it and he breaks it, fingers slotted along your jawline and he’s steady for a moment. his lips purse and out comes a glob of spit, dripping from the apex of his tongue that flops from his own mouth. you’re desperate, embarrassingly so, and you strain upwards to catch it on your tongue before shino devours you once more. like a fish to bait. the both of you moan into the other, the depravity of your actions hitting you two like a high.

when you part you both sound like you’ve both been underwater for too long, a harmony of gasps, moans, and whines fills the air as shino fucks into you faster. your head lolls against his shoulder, clearly spent. everything’s a blur, you don’t even realize the shift your body is undergoing until the plush of the pillow is against your cheek again. your wrists are released and limply fall against the bed and shino adjusts his arms to focus on holding your ass up for him. he’s growling at this point, the two of you sticky with each other and all you can do is whine his name over and over again. it’s music to his ears, and it sounds even better when he slots a finger in your mouth. he doesn’t push it, he doesn’t move it, and you do nothing with it either, but the sound of slurred “‘inoo.. pleathe… hahh-, ngh… grk ahh.. ‘iiinooo..!” coming from you has got him falling apart “fuck- m’ close.. need you to cum, lovebug.” he falters. his right-hand shifts, focusing the weight on his arm to just his hand as he holds it right over where he’s hitting you inside. he snaps his hips downwards, abusing the bundle of nerves he finds till the feeling catches up to you and you sob. it doesn’t take much for that coil in your tummy to quickly build- you tremble but shino holds you steady like always. you are putting no effort into supporting yourself, all of it is focused on just keeping yourself awake. “‘thinooo… ‘ino-! hahh, n’ gonna cum ‘inoo-“ you panic with how fast your climax builds and hits you, your vision goes black as it wracks you in waves. shino is quick to follow, pumping you full as the thud of his balls hit your clit once- twice- three times as he finishes.

by the time you rouse from your sleep the warmth seeping between your legs is gone and your cheeks and chin are wiped clean. shino is at the edge of the bed slipping a shirt on before he turns with one in hand for you, halting when he realizes you’re up. it hadn’t been long. maybe 8 minutes- tops. sex is written across your body and face. the flush across your cheeks and nose and hair strewn and stuck to your skin, lips practically bruised they’re so pink.

“good morning, lovebug.” shino sighs, immediately making his way toward you from across the bed. all you can do is smile and croak out a “‘morninggg.” shino hides a laugh and you limply swat his chest. “‘s your fault.” you rasp, throat spent from the assault from earlier in the night. “i’m sorry pretty, you’re right. let me take care of you.” he dotes, moving the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face and trailing it down your chin. for a moment his thumb taps against your lips and trails down, catching the bottom one. like he’s admiring his work. you flush deeper and then quickly turn your head. “no. you devil.” you spit and he laughs, murmuring another apology between kisses on your neck as the two of you giggle. “it was good?” he asked after a small silence. “mhm. liked it a lot.” “good. me too.”

KAKASHI HATAKE ⸝⸝ dumbification

kakashi got on your nerves. you’ll be honest. the sex is fine- it’s good- okay, it’s really good. but for some reason, kakashi always doesn’t put much effort. he’s naturally good at it, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try a little harder- maybe? maybe you’re just desperate. kakashi is obsessed with you, wholly. his associates tell you nothing otherwise. it’s always “kakashi kept bringing you up,” or “kakashi wouldn’t stop complaining about wanting to get back to you,” from them. you’re on his mind constantly from how they describe him, but why doesn’t he act like that to you?

in the beginning, you loved riding him, but now it’s all he requests. is he really just… lazy? you wonder. you wanna feel desired, you wanna feel… sexy. you two had only been together a year and some change, but had he fallen out of interest with you already? you recall a conversation with gai. mentions of kakashi past, the loss he’s endured. gai’s convinced that kakashi acts cool with you because he’s just as scared as you are. the two of you departed with the advice of, “be upfront with him! the two of you are still young and things are only just now blooming!”

a pit is in your stomach the entire night. you pray that your stupid plan doesn’t end up fucking you over. you knew kakashi would be home late tonight, but not this late. you were gonna coax him by flashing the fact that you were pantieless at him once he got home, but you’re splayed in bed waiting for any creak, woosh, or hinge noise to signal the fact that he’s home- and nothing comes. sleep tempts you but the wetness between your thighs overpowers it and you just can’t help but reach your hand down there. images of kakashi flash in your mind- kakashi doing things other than let you ride him while he grips your hips and whispers you dirty praises. you want him to fuck you. like, really fuck you. your brain is foggy with sleep and arousal and all you can think about is getting fucked this way, fucked until you have no semblance of composure anymore.

you’re inserting the second finger and muffling your own sounds with a pillow when you feel the mattress dip next to you. kakashis already stripped down to his sleeveless turtleneck, getting ready to take that off too when you rip your head out of the pillow and yelp. he doesn’t look at you. his back is facing towards you and you’re left petrified. kakashi lazily looks back at you with a smirk on his face. “watcha doin, pretty lady?”

kakashi hums and scooches his way next to you. you can’t get a word out- you’re trying to force something out but it’s just not working. “ahhh? you gonna tell me?” that fucking smile. he’s so annoying- how does he make you feel so good? “m’ touchin’,” you mumble. “missed you.” you admit, hopefully egging him on. “yeahhh girlie? thinkin’ about me?” he’s getting closer, lying right next to you. you nod and sink back down into the bed, laying flat and looking up at him from the pillow. “mhm.” you nod pathetically.

“what’s my girl wanna do? you wanna keep going for me? want my help, sweetheart?” kakashis hand finally meets you and you whine at the fingers combing through your hair and dragging along your back. “kakashi.” “yeah?” “i want you to fuck me.” he laughed. “i can do that.” “no, kakashi,” you grab the hand that’s leaving you and look up at him, now laying on your side completely naked in front of him, “i want you to fuck me. like take it all out on me. wan’ you to fuck me dumb,” you admitted. he's still for a moment and you scan his face for anything. a few seconds pass and his eyes narrow as his cheeks rise. you don't even need the mask off to see that stupid smile.

you’re bent over and your face is back in the pillow and the room is echoing with the lewdest sounds. kakashi’s got you cumming around his mouth once, slurping you relentlessly. he’s gripping your hips like you’re trying to run from him, keeping you in place while you squirm from the overstimulation. you’re weakly kicking and the flat of his tongue goes from your clit to your asshole a couple times, cleaning you up before he drops the hips he’s been holding up with a thud. you hadn’t even realized he’s been holding all your weight until you were lying flat and trembling before him. “that feel good, pretty girl?” kakashi's voice is gentle, so gentle it’s malicious. he maneuvers your limp body like it’s nothing, straightening your legs out and straddling your thighs from behind. all you can is weakly whine and moan, hazy from his overstimulation. “nngh.. mhmmm” you slurp. you’re drooling. kakashi laughs and leans over- cock rubbing against your ass while he’s got your jaw in a grip, forcing you to look up. “look at you baby, makin’ a mess.” he tuts, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. his dick is slotted between your asscheeks and you wiggle a bit while he kisses you, eliciting a deep groan into your mouth. “gotta watch yourself, pretty lady.” he’s warning you. “told you- wan’ you to fuck me stupid. i neeeeed it.” you whine, helplessly wiggling your legs. he’s gentle, so gentle. he caresses your pretty face and gives you a couple light paps on the cheek. your brain lights up at the mean stimulation. “i got you, sweet girl. i’ll give you just what you want, yeah?” it’s condescending, the way he’s speaking to you- and you eat it up, nodding enthusiastically.

he’s hitting you, so fucking deep- drilling his hips right into the bundle of nerves seated against the front of your pussy. your legs are slightly spread and bent so your toes graze his back every so often. warmth floods beneath you, “so wet f’r me, pretty lady.” he grunts out, leaving his mouth agape so you can hear the air leave his lungs with each thrust. “go-o-o-dd uhh, ka-ka-shiii.” you’re loud, vocalizing each time you feel him hit you, again and again. “hah, ‘s good baby? this is what you wanted right?” he groans each time he buries himself in you, so wet it’s getting all over him. strings of you connecting your ass and his pelvis each time he pulls out before sweetly shoving it back in and forcing a mewl out of you. “nghhh… m-hmmm..” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. fingers knot in your hair and he lifts you up ever so slightly, his other hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on your ass that sting each time he swats you. “hah- mmm, don’t think you’re there just yet pretty lady, do you think so?” his head dips to yours, voice low- dripping like syrup from his sly little smile. “ngh- i- i- ahhh, ‘dun-nooo..” you wither beneath him and he drops your head and runs your hand down the nape of your neck. “yeah, not when you’re babbling like that baby. i’ll make you real dumb.” he taunts you. both hands grip your hips and push you down, ass arching up farther as he hits you deeper than before.

your head is fuzzy. you’re offered no recovery time as you clench around his cock repeatedly, practically getting forced to stay in your high. you weakly fight beneath him until he stills his cock inside you with a groan. “quit moving, lady.” he punctuates his command with another spank. a string of moans leave his mouth as his cock throbs inside you, edging himself while buried inside. one move and he just might spill. weak whimpers come from you and you’re finally allowed to catch your breath after your forcefully extended orgasm. kakashi pulls out of you swiftly and rolls you over, looking up and down your body with darkness in his eyes. he can’t stop smiling at you, not once has it slipped from his face throughout it all. you’re attacked by his hands, they feel like they’re all over you. time passes differently- is passing? you’re not sure was past or present. he’s slid back inside but holds steady while he plays with your pretty little self. your boobs, your waist, your hips, your thighs, then your pretty little face. he’s inches away from it and has got your chin in a grip, forcing you to look up at him. “my pretty lady in there?” he caresses you, eyes scanning for any hint that you’ve heard him. a ‘nnh’ comes from you, but nothing more. your eyebrows knit and you make the prettiest most pathetic expression up at him. “feeling good?” “mhm,” “you all done?” a frantic dismissal comes from you. your head lolls from side to side lazily, and he takes that as permission to start fucking into you again. you can handle this. you can take him. you makes sure to tell you, filthy words flooding your already fried senses.

tender words of praise spill from his mouth to keep you grounded with him. “doin so good lady. jus’ like that, you gottt it.“ your body is limp and your jaw is loose while you babble precious high-pitched ‘thank you’s’

“ah- haha, feel so fucking good, pretty girl. do you feel good?” he talks down to you. he won’t stop fucking laughing. you gurgle a response and he’s littering your face with kisses. “yea- that’s what i thought baby- fuck.” he’s so mean.

tears prick at the outside of your eyes and you whine, quickly being thumbed away as he caresses you. “you’re okay pretty girl- i know” his demeaning tone goes straight to your clit, increasingly sensitive as his shaft ever so slightly rubs against it each time he thrusts into you. his head drops a bit, “m close, pretty lady. hohh- fuuuckkkk.” he falters, hips stuttering as his climax approaches quickly. you barely hint that you’re about to hit your third until it’s crashing over you and you’re twitching beneath him. your body goes taught and your brain blurs with the breath you’re holding and kakashi lightly paps your face a bit, forcing you to look at him. “breathe pretty girl, you got it.” you tremble and a sob wracks your body as your lungs fill back up. “yeahhh, there’s my girl. good job, honey.” he trembles, “hohh, fuck.. so fucking good.” hot cum shoots out onto your tummy and kakashi is stroking the last few pumps out over the top of you and you whimper at the warmth.

you just want to pull him into you to cuddle, whining at his (very understandable) protests against it. you need to pee, he needs to clean you off, he needs to clean himself off. he also doesn’t feel it’s right to just let you pass out immediately afterward so with some genuine convincing and sweet talking you’re sat in a warm bath, wrapped around him while he holds you up. “you alright, pretty lady?” “mhm.” “c’mon, lemme hear it. wanna hear you tell me yourself.” he nudged his head against yours.

your desperation was evident when he arrived home and you immediately approached him in a loose-fitting navy blue robe- certainly not yours judging by how it all but hugged your figure. he peered down at you when you wordlessly outstretched your arms to him, and his expression shifted once you were close enough that he could make out the mounds beneath the fabric. a thick arm hooks around your waist, his other taking a firm hold of your jaw for a kiss. madara loved you hard, an aggressive lover through and through. you were his, and he would make that fact apparent to everyone including you.

no other woman could match the energy madara exuded. you, however, were different. so much smaller than him, he clicked his tongue at your pitiful bow. your face remained unchanged, and you rose to look him in the eyes. madara felt something stir within him- he felt challenged, in a way. every woman before and without a doubt every woman after could not meet the eyes of the man, and if they did it was shaky and uncertain. never in a million years would he take such a woman’s hand. much to his fathers dismay.

it was much deeper than eye contact to him. to him, it was stability. it was significant of the fact that you matched him in beliefs and wits. to him, you were equal. you were weaker by many miles, but you were wise- somebody he would be proud to have by his side and make a mother.

marital manners were something quickly thrown out of the window though, because you matched him in one other thing.

desire. lust, you could say. you and madara were unapologetically attracted to each other in a carnal, unceremonious way. fuck making you shuffle around and bow to him in your own household. many would assume the two of you to follow such outlines firmly, but oh were they wrong.

even after he broke the kiss, your eyes stayed fixed on his face, searching for something. “what do you need, lover?” he’d break you from your little trance and you’d look him in the eyes, your fingers gripping wrinkles into his robe sleeves. “i need you, madara.” you’d purr.

and now you’re on top of him, his robe untied around you and the entire front of your bare body on display for him. ‘like an escort,’ he had chuckled when you tugged it free over top of him. “you look a fucking mess already, doll.” “for you, madara.” nothing sounded better than his name on your tongue. the two of you flash a sly smile at the other, like two animals pausing a fight for dominance before attacking the other. this time, it’s him. gloved firm fingers and a thumb nestle on each side of your neck, and he singlehandedly tugs you down by the throat to be centimeters from his face. “better be for me.” he squeezes and a breathless, silent yip comes from you. not from the action, but the sudden arousal it causes. “only you.” you weakly strain out. the pressure isn't enough to make you struggle, but enough to make you fuzzy. he nips part of his other glove between his teeth, unsheathing it and tossing it to the side. “let’s see what you’ve got for me then, hmm?” he murmurs, tugging you down into another kiss with one hand and the other finding it’s way to you already soaked cunt. a hot moan breaks from you and into his mouth at the contact, two thick fingers lazily rubbing at your clit.

it’s not long before he’s stretching you on them both- you make it so fucking easy for him. you choke when the hand around your throat pushes against you, separating the kiss with a breathless “phuahh..” from you. “pretty girl.” he smiles, admiring your fucked out face. “needed me home, didn’t you?” he gives your head a small shake, like you’re a toy he’s trying to get to work. “huh, doll?” “mhmm..” is all you can hum, catching your breath and swallowing the spit pooling behind your lower teeth. “it’s… it’s been two weeks…” you breathe, watching for his face to realize what you’re saying. “since i bled.” you can see the cogs turns behind those inky eyes of his, and your cunt throbs at the way they soften upwards.

you and madara fucked like rabbits when he was with you, but that was the thing. he wasn’t with you often, and when he was, it was horribly mistimed with your cycle. poor you had been left to get through every ovulation cycle on your own, left only with his robes soaked with the smell of oak, jasmine, and his musk.

“hahhh? is that what this is?“ his laughs send tremors through your body, still sitting atop him. “i’m still to give you an heir, aren’t i?” he chuckles, like it just slipped his mind. like that wasn’t the only reason you were arranged to be wed so quickly. everything is so hot to you that even that fact has got you tightening around nothing. the fact that such a traditional man is so lost in you he’s forgotten your joint marital duty. “mhmmm,” you hum, your hands finding their way to his chest, taking two handfuls of his breasts into your palm and softly raking your nails over them. “i’m still to carry it, madara.” your voice drips like syrup, and all he can think about is you, ripe with his child and in this same crested robe.

your cunt burns as he goes to the hilt, even when all you and your body needs is him, he’s still so big. “there you go, princess. you’ve got it.” he rumbles, licking his lips like he’s soaking up your noises and whines like an incubus. “fuck- you feel fucking good.” he shudders, pelvis to cunt with you. your legs are bent and your knees are to your shoulders, arms still drowned in fabric weakly splayed out across the futon. “you feel good- stretch me so good, madara-” you whine “yeah? do i, pretty girl? feels like this pussy was made for me,” he chuckles as you tighten around him at the statement, a weak whine crawling it’s way out of your throat. “jus’ for you, sir,” you weakly smile, and that title is enough for him to start moving.

your hands find your chest and you weakly squeeze and pinch at yourself while his cock splits you with each thrust, you feel so much but you’re somehow desperate for more. it’s not enough, you need more of him. “m-mada-raaa,” he fucks his name out of you, head tilting down at your pathetic little pleas. “more- i need f-fuh-hahhh.. fucking moreee,” you groan, eyes locking with his. he almost looks offended. “more? more??” he cackles.

in one swift movement, his hands are on either side of you and he’s leaning forward, still sheathed and curling you in on yourself with him. “you’re too fucking much, you know that, brat?” he hisses, punctuating that poisonous nickname with a small thrust that sends blissful agony shooting through your nervous system. “you take and take,” he pulls out, situating himself to stand on the balls of his feet now. “all you do is fucking take,” he buries himself- fully inside- balls practically to your fucking asshole, and you feel like you’ve fallen flat on your back with the wind that’s been knocked out of you. he's suddenly flush against every erogenous spot inside of you and you're sobbing. “but.. hahahh.. you’re so fucking perfect i just want to give.” for a moment, you swear you see red flash in those eyes of his. he looks crazed above you, eyes wide and weakly smiling, and you swear you’ve never felt more attracted to him.

you’ve already milked one load from him, warm cum shooting into you for maybe 20 seconds straight, but it’s not enough. he’s ramming it back into you, a milky white ring forming around the base of his cock as cum mixed with cream keep the two of you attached by strings of each other each time he pulls out, just to drive it directly back into you. you look fucking stupid on him, and he loves it. loves that pretty little fucked out face. loves bringing a hand up to smush your cheeks together and give you little smacks like he’s trying to wake you up. “thought you wanted more, doll.” “nghh.. i do… i want all of you- i need you, madara. you’re- hohhh, you’re all i n-need…” you pathetically babble. “you’ve got me, princess. i’ll fucking kill for you.” uchiha’s and the way they profess their love. isn’t it so dreamy?

tears stream down your pretty face, you feel so exposed beneath him like this. you’re getting the air fucked out of you again and your hands ball up as you focus on the increasing heat in your belly. “you’ve got it, doll. hahh- need you to finish- hahh, gotta make sure it takes- hahahh,” his filthy words make the turbulence of feelings you’re riding through even rougher, and a sob escapes from you as you teeter on the edge. “cum for me, princess. i’m- hah, i’m gonna finish too- gonna shoot right into you,” his words are separated with the loud wet plaps of your cunt meeting his pelvis, and the harmony of those noises and his vile speech create have got you throwing your head back onto the cushioned tatami. you’re not sure what he’s saying, but the rumble of his voice is the only thing that's keeping you grounded amid your nerve-frying orgasm. his fat, precise tip abusing your low-set cervix has you going crazy, and then a particularly hard thrust has the two flush against one another and he’s emptying directly into your womb.

“Sasuke, it’s nothing,” You say, though your voice wavers.

“You’re lying,” He states plainly, his tone unflinching.

The kunai slips from your fingers, clattering against the table. Before you can reach for it, his hand brushes yours, stopping you mid-motion.

The contact is fleeting, but it ignites something inside you, a spark that ripples through your chest and leaves you breathless. His fingers linger just a moment longer before pulling away.

“Why are you trembling?” He asks, his voice quieter now, probing but calm.

“I’m not,” You stammer, though your entire body betrays you.

His lips press into a thin line, and you feel the faint brush of his exhale near your temple. He doesn’t move away, lingering as if waiting for something.

You try to ignore it, busying yourself with the tools in front of you, but it’s futile. You’re too aware of him, the way his presence shifts the air itself.

“Did the mission bother you?” He asks.

“No,” You reply quickly. too quickly. He hums, clearly unconvinced.

Ahen you glance back again, he’s studying you carefully, raising an eyebrow, his gaze too knowing. The way he watches you makes your pulse spike. You shift on your feet, trying to steady your breathing, but the faint flutter of nerves doesn’t escape his notice.

The conversation drifts toward the mission—details about the intel, the layout of the base, possible next steps. but it doesn’t stay there.

By the time you both settle into the bed, the tension feels heavier than it has all day. The inn is quiet, the soft creak of the bed the only sound as you lie stiffly on your side, trying to keep as much space between you and sasuke as possible.

Bur it doesn’t matter. You can feel him there, his presence an inescapable gravity that pulls at you, makes your chest tight.

“Now will you say what are you trying to hide?” He says suddenly, breaking the silence.

You blink, caught off guard. “I don’t have something to hide.”

“Yes, you do.” His voice is calm but firm, and you can feel his gaze boring into the back of your head.

You roll onto your back, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m just tired,” you say again, but even you can hear how hollow it sounds.

Sasuke shifts, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. His expression is unreadable, but there’s a sharpness in his eyes, like he’s picking apart every piece of you. you feel your cheeks blush.

“Lying again,” he says, echoing his earlier words.

You don’t answer, your throat too tight, your pulse too loud in your ears.

He exhales, his free hand coming to rest near your shoulder, caging you in. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

His voice is low, a quiet challenge that sends a shiver through you. You shake your head, your hands gripping the blanket tightly.

“You’re imagining things,” You murmur.

“Am i?” His voice is low, almost teasing, but there’s a subtle edge to it that makes your chest tighten.

The silence that follows feels suffocating. You can feel his eyes on you, searching, waiting. Then, before you can react, he moves suddenly on top of you.

His hand catches both of yours, pinning them gently to the bed as he leans closer. “Stop avoiding it.”

“Sasuke—” Your eyes widen.

“Why do you always look at me like that?” He interrupts, his voice quieter now but no less intense.

When you deny it, he cuts you off. “Tell me.” his grip tightens slightly, but it’s not rough. just firm enough to keep you grounded. “Why?”

You don’t know what to say, your thoughts a jumbled mess as he watches you, his face impossibly close.

The weight of his presence is overwhelming, and all you can do is look up at him, your heart pounding painfully in your chest, looking quickly at his parted lips.

“I can feel it,” He says, his tone low, as though testing the weight of his words. “every reaction.” he murmurs, his dark eyes flickering, “I feel it all.”

His gaze drops to your lips, just for a moment, before snapping back to your eyes. “And you’re distracting.”he murmurs, almost to himself.

Your lips part to respond, but the words never come. Before you can process what’s happening, he moves again, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both hesitant and insistent.

It’s not perfect—almost awkward in its intensity—but it’s real, his body pressing closer as the kiss deepens.

You’re too stunned to react at first, but the heat of him, the sheer weight of him against you, pulls you under. Your free hand finds his shoulder, clutching at him as he presses further into you, his movements growing bolder with every passing second.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against yours, both of you breathing hard. His grip on your wrist softens, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“This isn’t... just me, is it?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

You shake your head, your breath shaky. “No.”

For a moment, neither of you moves, the air between you heavy with something neither of you can name.

His lips crush against yours again, harder this time, almost punishing, as though something inside him is unraveling. the careful, measured sasuke uchiha you know seems to falter, replaced by someone who acts on instinct rather than control. Yet, even now, there’s a precision to him—a tension that keeps him grounded. his hand tightens around your wrist as his body presses more firmly against yours.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low, rough. “if you don’t want this.”

You shake your head quickly, your voice catching as you whisper, “I want to.”

Something shifts in his expression at your words. His dark eyes flicker, the intensity in them burning hotter as his grip on your wrist loosens just slightly, his thumb brushing the soft skin there.

“Good,” he mutters, almost like a warning, before the weight of him presses you into the mattress, his body firm and unyielding as he settles between your legs.

The friction of his hips rolling against yours pulls a quiet gasp from you, the deliberate drag of his body against yours ignites something in your core, a heat that builds with every slow, measured grind of his hips.

He’s not rushed, but there’s an edge to him, a growing urgency that makes it impossible to think about anything else but him.

Your legs close around him uncontrollably and his lips leave yours to trail along your jaw, then lower, pressing heated kisses to your neck. His breath is warm, uneven, as he lingers against your pulse, the sharp edge of his teeth brushing your skin just enough to make your body shiver.

His hips press into you harder, the rhythm growing firmer, and the friction makes your breath catch. The soft sound you make against his ear draws a low, almost inaudible groan from him, his body stiffening slightly before he forces himself to relax.

“Tch,” he exhales, his grip tightening at your waist, holding you steady as he adjusts the angle of his hips and your own hips buck instinctively to meet him.

Your inexperience makes you hesitate, unsure of how to move, but sasuke doesn’t seem to mind. His hands guide you, his fingers gripping your waist firmly, almost possessively, as he presses you closer.

“Stay with me.” He says quietly, his voice strained, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You nod, though you’re not sure how coherent you are at this point. the heat pooling in your stomach is overwhelming, every movement sending another wave of tension coiling through you.

His hand moves lower, the calloused pads of his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

Your stomach twists, your body unwilling to betray how deeply his presence affects you as he pauses, waiting for your reaction.

“Is this okay?” He asks, his voice rough but steady, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

You nod, your cheeks burning. “Yes.”

Hw doesn’t rush. His hand moves slowly, his touch firm but careful as his fingers find the sensitive spot between your legs. The first press of his thumb against your clit makes your entire body tense, a sharp gasp escaping you before you can stop it.

His eyes darken at the sound, and his lips brush against your neck as he starts to move, slow circles that send shocks of pleasure radiating through you.

Your hips buck involuntarily, a soft moan slipping past your lips as his fingers work you with careful control.

“Sasuke—” His name falls from your lips before you can stop it, and you feel him shudder slightly against you, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yes?” He murmurs, his tone quiet but laced with something deeper, something almost reverent.

You can’t answer, your mind too clouded by the sensation of his touch. his movements grow more purposeful, the rhythm of his fingers relentless as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge.

Sasuke’s fingers move with precise intent, brushing over the sensitive spot between your legs with a pressure that makes your breath hitch sharply. The circles he draws are steady, almost maddening in their slowness, like he’s savoring every reaction you give him.

“You’re holding back,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough against your ear.

Your hands clutch at his shoulders, the sensation too overwhelming to think straight. “I-I’m not,” you manage, though your trembling body betrays you.

“You are,” he says firmly, his tone carrying that same cold confidence he uses in battle, but here it’s tempered with something darker, something hotter.

His thumb presses more insistently against your clit, and your hips jerk against him without permission.

“See?” his lips brush against your ear, the barest hint of a smirk in his voice. “Stop fighting it.”

The words stir a chill in your veins, your body responding to the deep, commanding timbre of his voice as much as to his touch. You try to stifle the soft moans slipping past your lips, but it’s useless.

The friction, the warmth of him, the way his hand is working you with relentless precision—it’s all too much.

His other hand moves to your hip, gripping firmly to keep you still as your body twists beneath him. The control he exerts is intoxicating, the weight of his body pinning you down as his fingers work faster, dragging soft gasps and cries from you that you can no longer hold back.

“Keep going,” You whisper, barely able to get the words out as your head tilts back against the pillow. “Please, sasuke.”

“Mhm.” his murmur is cool, but there’s an edge of satisfaction in it, like your surrender is exactly what he wanted.

His fingers slip lower, teasing briefly at your hole before returning to your clit, his movements growing bolder.

athe firm press of his thumb paired with the way his middle finger begins to slide between your folds has your whole body arching off the bed, a strangled moan escaping your lips at the new sensation.

“I didn’t know you’d be this sensitive.” He murmurs, almost to himself, his dark eyes locked onto your face. “I can feel how wet you are.”

Your cheeks burn at his words, the heat pooling in your stomach growing unbearable as his finger slides deeper, the intrusion unfamiliar but not unwelcome while he is testing your reaction with every movement.

Then his finger curls inside you, pressing against a spot that sends white-hot pleasure shooting through your body, you cry out, your nails digging into his back. He groans softly at the sensation, his control faltering for just a moment as his hips press against yours instinctively.

“does that feel good?” he asks, his voice a low rasp against your neck.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands clutching at him desperately. “Yes, sasuke—don’t stop.”

He doesn’t. ahis thumb continues its steady rhythm against your clit, his finger curling inside you faster. The combination is overwhelming, your body trembling beneath him as the pressure builds, winding tighter and tighter until you feel like you might snap.

And then you do.

Pleasure washes over you, leaving your body trembling, his name slipping from your lips as your hips move instinctively against his hand.

Sasuke doesn’t stop immediately, his movements slowing but never ceasing as he coaxes every last bit of sensation from you. his eyes remain locked on your face, his expression unreadable but intense, like he’s memorizing the way you fall apart under his touch.

When you finally collapse, your chest heaving and your body trembling, he withdraws his hand carefully, his touch lingering for just a moment before he rests his palm on your thigh.

His lips twitch into the faintest of smirks, and he leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. For a moment, the quiet fills the room, heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions between you.

But as you catch your breath, you notice the way his body still feels tense against yours, his breathing still heavy. you glance down, your eyes widening slightly when you see the strain in his pants, the undeniable evidence of just how much he’s holding back.

“Sasuke,” you whisper, your voice soft but questioning.

He exhales sharply, his jaw clenching as he looks down at you. “this isn’t about me,” he says firmly, though the restraint in his voice is palpable.

You hesitate, your heart pounding as you reach up to brush your fingers hesitantly against his cheek. “It can be,” you say quietly, your words laced with both nervousness and determination.

His eyes intensify at your words, and for a moment, he just stares at you, his expression unreadable.

Then, slowly, he leans down again, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that’s softer this time, but no less intense.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks, his gaze lingers for a beat too long, the question unspoken but clear in his shadowed eyes as you nod anxiously.

Sasuke doesn’t say much as he pulls you into his arms, his body warm and solid against yours. his hand brushes idly over your back, his touch grounding as your breathing evens out.

“You’re full of surprises,” He says, his tone flat but his actions—his hand tightening around your waist—giving away more.

You smile faintly, resting your head against his chest. “You weren’t so bad yourself.”

A quiet chuckle escapes him, and his hand moves to your hair, brushing it back gently.

He holds you close, his touch steady against the small of your back. The room is silent, but his breathing, calm and even, roots you in place. for once, you let yourself believe him.

You walk back to the inn together, the last leg of your mission uneventful yet heavy with unspoken tension. the village, quiet and tucked beneath the rising evening mist, fades into the background as Sasuke strides beside you, his gaze steady, his movements efficient as always.

Once you’re back in the room, you begin organizing the leftover tools from the mission, but Sasuke’s watchful presence gnaws at your focus. He leans against the wall by the window, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable, but his gaze burns like he’s peeling away your every thought.

“It’a done.” He says, his voice as calm and flat as the morning.

You nod, deliberately not looking at him. “Yes, it went pretty smoothly.”

The faintest hum leaves his throat, but the silence stretches after, weighted. You’re busy yourself with brushing dust from your clothes, but the stillness makes every movement feel too loud.

“Something on your mind?” He remarks, finally breaking the silence. “You usually speak at least about the mission more.”

You glance at him briefly, your heart skipping as you catch the sharp focus in his eyes. “It’s not like you’ve been chatty either.”

“Not the same.” He counters smoothly, taking a step closer.

His nearness pulls at something deep inside you, an unspoken gravity that leaves you unsteady and you turn back to the tools, desperate to mask your reaction.

Sasuke moves closer, his presence impossible to ignore now, until you feel the faint warmth of him at your back.

You stiffen, your fingers faltering. Before you can respond, his hand brushes against your side, just barely grazing your waist. the contact sends a jolt through you, and you freeze, your breath catching in your throat.

“See?” His tone is quieter now. “You tense up every time i touch you.”

You swallow hard, your voice shaky as you protest, “Yeah?”

His other hand comes up, brushing your hair aside as he leans in. The heat of his breath against your neck makes your knees weak, and your words trail off into silence.

“You’re thinking about last night.” He murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

Your cheeks burn, and your hands clench into fists as you try to fight the pull of his voice. “I’m not.”

His hand slides lower, his fingers splaying over your hip with possessive pressure. “Don’t lie to me,” he says, his tone sharper now.

Your body betrays you as a soft, shaky breath escapes, and you curse inwardly as you feel him smirk against your neck.

“That’s what i thought,” He murmurs, his fingers tightening slightly as he pulls you back against him.

“Sasuke…” You manage, your voice trembling as he shifts his body closer.

“What?” He asks, his voice dropping further, sending a shiver down your spine. “I’m just proving my point.”

The hand on your hip slides lower, his fingers trailing over the curve of your thigh before brushing between your legs, the faintest pressure making your breath hitch. he pauses there, his touch teasing, testing.

“You’re already shaking for me.” He observes, his voice laced with quiet amusement.

You turn your head to glare at him, but the heat in his eyes steals any retort you might’ve had. “You are impossible.” You whisper instead, your voice barely audible.

Sasuke’s lips brushing against your jaw as he tilts your head back slightly. His free hand moves to your other hip, his fingers firm as he guides you back against him. The hard length of him pressing into you makes your body jolt, heat flooding your cheeks.

“Sasuke—”

“Relax.” He cuts you off, his tone quiet but commanding. His hand presses more firmly against your thigh, coaxing your legs apart slightly as his other hand trails upward, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt.

The contrast of his rough fingertips against your soft skin sends a shiver through you, and your head tilts back against his shoulder as he explores further, his touch growing more confident.

“You’re so sensitive.” He murmurs, his voice tinged with a rare hint of satisfaction. “I could feel it last night. I still can.”

Your breath catches as his hand finally slips lower, his fingers finding the sensitive heat between your legs. The light pressure makes your hips jerk involuntarily, and a soft moan escapes before you can stop it.

“Louder than I expected.” He teases, his lips grazing your neck.

You bite your lip, heat burning your face as his fingers begin to move, slow and deliberate, tracing lazy circles over your clit. The teasing pace makes your body tremble, the pleasure building steadily as he presses harder.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, though his tone suggests he already knows the answer.

“N-no.” You whisper, your voice shaking as your hips press into his hand.

His other hand leaves your hip, moving to the waistband of his pants. You hear the faint sound of fabric shifting, and when his hand returns, he guides yours to him. The hard length of him beneath your palm makes your breath hitch, and his low groan as you touch him sends heat straight through you.

“You see what you do to me?” Sasuke mutters, his voice rough as he moves your hand over him, showing you the pace he likes.

You nod, your fingers tightening around him as you follow his lead. His jaw tightens, and his movements grow more erratic, his hand between your legs working you with increased intensity.

“You’re ready for me,” He says, his voice strained as his fingers slide against you, teasing your entrance before slipping inside.

The stretch is unfamiliar, but the sensation makes your whole body tense, pleasure coiling tightly in your core as he begins to move. His other hand covers yours again, guiding you to stroke him faster, his breathing growing heavier with every movement.

“Sasuke…” His name escapes your lips in a soft, desperate moan, and the sound seems to push him over the edge.

He pulls his hand from between your legs, spinning you around to face him. His gaze is fierce, his breathing ragged as he holds your face in his hands.

“Tell me you want this” He demands, his voice low but commanding.

“I do.” You whisper, meeting his gaze. “I want you.”

He kisses you then, hard and hungry, as he lowers you onto the bed. His hands roam your body, exploring every inch of you as he aligns himself, pausing just long enough to ask, “Are you sure?”

When you nod, he moves, his control faltering as he finally takes you.

Sasuke positions himself above you, his body radiating heat, his dark eyes fixed on you with a focus so intense it makes your breath hitch. His fingers skim down your sides, deliberate and firm, igniting your skin as he steadies himself. he’s silent, but his actions speak volumes—he’s studying you, committing every inch of you to memory.

“Spread your legs.” He murmurs, his voice low and commanding, but there’s a softness there, an edge of restraint that sends shivers down your spine.

Your heart pounds as you do as he says, the cool air brushing against your bare skin. His hand moves to your inner thigh, his thumb pressing into the soft flesh as he pulls your legs farther apart.

“Better than i imagined.”

The vulnerability of the position sends a rush of nervous excitement through you, and you can’t stop the way your body trembles beneath him.

“You’re nervous.” He observes, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. His hand slides higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin at your core. “Is it fear?”

“No.” You whisper, your voice barely audible, though your pulse is racing.

“Good.” He says, his tone low and dangerous, as though your answer was the only one he would have accepted.

Sasuke’s hand slides lower, his fingers parting you gently. The teasing pressure against your clit makes your hips jerk, and you bite your lip to stifle a soft gasp. sasuke’s gaze flicks to your face, dark and unreadable as his thumb moves in slow, deliberate circles.

“I can feel how much you want this.” He mutters, almost to himself, the faintest hint of satisfaction in his voice.

Your cheeks burn, but any embarrassment is quickly overshadowed by the waves of pleasure building under his touch. His fingers slip lower, teasing your entrance before slowly pressing inside. the stretch is unfamiliar, your body tensing instinctively, but sasuke is patient.

“Relax.” He murmurs, leaning down to press his lips against your neck. His free hand brushes over your hip, grounding you as he moves his fingers slowly, carefully, letting you adjust to the sensation. “I’ll make it good for you.”

Your breath hitches as he adds another finger, his movements deliberate and controlled, curling just enough to make your back arch. The pleasure is overwhelming, coiling tight in your stomach with every stroke.

“Sasuke—“ You gasp, his name falling from your lips before you can stop it.

The sound seems to snap something in him this time. He withdraws his fingers, sitting back on his heels as he strokes himself, his dark eyes burning into yours.

“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice rough and strained, his composure hanging by a thread.

“Yes.” you whisper, your voice trembling but certain.

The faint smirk on his lips is gone, replaced by something deeper, more primal. He leans forward, his hands gripping your thighs as he positions himself at your entrance. the weight of him pressing against you sends a shiver through your entire body.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” Sasuke murmurs, his tone softer now, but there’s an edge of dominance beneath it.

You nod, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he begins to push forward. The stretch is slow, almost agonizing, as he fills you inch by inch. Your body tenses, the unfamiliar sensation burning slightly, and sasuke stills immediately, his hands tightening on your hips.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, his voice low but steady, his gaze searching yours.

You shake your head, though your breath is shaky. “No, it’s just… different.”

Sasuke nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You’re doing good. Breathe.”

You follow his command, your body slowly relaxing as he resumes moving, pushing deeper until he’s fully inside you. He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, his breathing heavy against your neck.

“You take me perfectly.” He mutters, his voice rough with restraint. his hips pull back slightly before pressing forward again, the slow, deliberate motion sending a wave of heat through you.

The discomfort fades quickly, replaced by a growing pressure that makes your breath hitch. You shift your hips experimentally, and the movement draws a low groan from Sasuke’s throat, his hands gripping you tighter.

“Don’t tease me.” He groans, his voice tinged with a warning.

Your barely have time to process his words before he begins moving again, his rhythm slow but deep, each thrust building the tension in your core. the friction, the heat, the sheer intensity of him pressing into you—it’s too much and not enough all at once. You gasp, your hands gripping his arms as your body arches beneath him.

His pace quickens slightly, his control slipping as his own need overtakes him. He angles his hips, and when he thrusts again, he hits a spot deep inside you that makes your entire body jerk.

“There—“ You manage, your voice breaking on the word.

Sasuke groans softly, adjusting his position to hit that spot with every thrust. “ Right there?”

“Yes—“ You cry, your nails digging into his skin as pleasure ripples through you.

His movements grow faster, his hips snapping against yours as the room fills with the sound of skin against skin, mingling with your soft moans and his low, guttural breaths. The tension in your stomach coils tighter with every thrust, building to an unbearable peak.

His lips find yours in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as he swallows your moans. You’re trembling beneath him now, your body unable to handle the overwhelming sensations.

“Sasuke, I’m—”

“Let it go,” he murmurs against your lips, his tone a quiet command. “I’ve got you.”

athe tension snaps, and your climax crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body arching off the bed as a cry escapes your lips. sasuke doesn’t stop, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own release.

When he finally comes, he buries himself deep inside before low, guttural groan rumbling from his chest as his body stiffens. Earlier, he had paused, his gaze meeting yours with a silent question, and you had nodded, your voice steady as you whispered, “Yes, please. I’m on pills—“

Now, you feel the heat of him spilling into you, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you’re sure there will be marks.

For a moment, neither of you moves, the room filled with the sound of your ragged breathing. Sasuke collapses beside you, his arm slipping around your waist as he pulls you against his chest.

When it’s over, he lies beside you, his hand resting lightly on your waist as his breathing evens out. He doesn’t speak immediately, but his gaze remains on you, watching you carefully.

“You’re not hurt?” he asks finally, his voice softer than you’ve ever heard it.

You shake your head, smiling faintly. “No. I’m okay.”

Be nods, brushing a strand of hair from your face before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m glad.”

Though words aren’t his strong suit, the way he stays close—the way his hand traces idle patterns on your skin—says more than enough.

Sasuke doesn’t say much as you both catch your breath, but his actions are deliberate. He brushes your hair away from your face, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before getting up to clean you carefully. When he returns, he lies beside you, his arm draping over your waist as he pulls you close.

“Are you okay?” he asks finally, his voice quieter now, laced with a rare vulnerability.

You nod, smiling softly. “I’m okay.”

Hiz lips twitch into a faint smirk, but his dark eyes remain serious, nodding almost uncharacteristically gently.

ㅤ𓂃 𓈒𓏸 itachi uchiha ;; acts of service

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ His full name is Itachi 'let-me-help-you-with-that' Uchiha.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ He shows his love through actions rather than words. He likes being able to help you with tasks around the house or running a couple of errands. Though he'll always ask beforehand! He doesn't want to make you feel like he thinks of you as incapable, he knows you're more than capable of doing things yourself. He just likes lending an extra hand where it's needed.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ He thinks of it as a way to spend time together, even if it's in complete silence. He greatly enjoys cleaning the house together or making dinner together. But he's happiest when he can do something for you, like making the bed in the morning because you're still too tired, or brewing you a cup of tea. He loves doing favours for you!

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Though he's a bit taken aback when you actually do something for him in return. He's not exactly accustomed to others doing him a favour, since he usually insists on doing it himself. He sees others doing something for him as a vulnerability, a sign that he's weak and unable to fend for himself. So he'll have to warm up to the concept, slowly. It'll take a while, but eventually he will start to appreciate the little things you do for him. Just have a bit of patience!

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ But the smile he gives you after feels so rewarding. It's just a small quirk of the lips, but it makes his eyes soften and makes him look younger, almost carefree. "Thank you, my love." He'd say, voice deep but still so gentle. "I can't tell you enough how grateful I am for the things you do for me."

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ He looks so soft you can't resist attacking his face with kisses, to which he just lets you while still wearing that same smile.

ㅤ𓂃 𓈒𓏸 shisui uchiha ;; physical touch

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Personal space? Never heard of her.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Craves close contact like he needs it to breathe. He constantly has his hands on you, whether that be wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you pressed against his side, or holding your hand while you're walking together. This man does not shy away from showing his affection.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Of course, if you're uncomfortable he'll back off. He's not an insensitive jerk, and wouldn't dare cross your boundaries. Though he'll still stick close to your side, his presence won't be as obnoxiously in your face as before. He'll still show his affection, just in a more subtle way.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Whenever you actually reciprocate his affection, like squeezing his hand when he reaches out to hold it, or resting your head on his shoulder when he pulls you close, he's over the moon. He has this stupid smile on his face and he's sure you can hear his heartbeat speed up. His imaginary tail starts wagging like crazy. Real puppy behaviour.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ Even though he's never picky with his physical contact, there's something about kisses he can never resist. Just the feeling of his lips on your skin, or even better, your lips on his skin, gets him all happy and giddy. Cheeks, forehead, nose, lips... He's kissing every part of your pretty face till he's had his fill. (Which is probably never if he's being honest). You're just too precious not to kiss senseless.

𓆝 ⋆. ⸝⸝ "Missed you so much." He'd say while showering your face in kisses, despite having seen you not even an hour ago. And when he heard the angelic sound of your laughter as you pulled him closer, he couldn't help but grin and duck down to catch your lips in a kiss.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ°‧ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 ·。