#uchiha fluff

the first thing sasuke feels in the morning is the cool breeze coming from the balcony screen. he lets it wash over his bare chest, his eyes closed. he can hear the birds chirping—very clearly, thanks to the apartment balcony basically kissing the forest.

he opens his eyes slowly, staring up at the white ceiling. for a moment, he considers staying exactly where he is, not moving, letting the stillness linger.

it won’t last.

he knows that in 10 minutes, he's going to start feeling restless. he's going to start itching to move his body—to do something productive. that's the outcome of spending most of your life feeling like your only purpose was in your physical abilities. he can't relax anymore. unless he's with you. you've forced taught him that it's okay to not do something 24/7. it's a slow process, but he's grateful you're trying regardless.

quietly, he turns onto his side.

you're still asleep, of course. you have the day off, and it's early. 6:16, the clock reads. his eyes run over your face—the blissed out expression, your parted lips, the slight drool on the corner of your mouth. he reaches out, gently wiping it away. his eyes trail down, to your bare shoulders.

a reminder of the night before, where you'd both been consumed by an intense need for each other. he's still not used to it—feeling that way. he's spent his entire life supressing all his feelings, aside from anger and hatred, and he's been good at it. but his brain stops listening to him when it comes to you.

with a quiet exhale, he sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. the sheet slides off him, leaving his skin exposed to the cold air. he grabs his boxers from the floor, pulling them on, stretching his shoulders once. the large balcony windows are slightly fogged over, and through the screen, he can smell the scent of rain. that's probably why it's chillier than usual this morning.

you wake slowly, blinking the sleep from your eyes. the first thing you register is the empty space beside you—cold where sasuke should be. the second is the temperature. goosebumps rise along your arms as you tug the comforter closer.

you turn your head to see sasuke is sitting on the edge of the bed, back to you. you're about to speak but you pause, taking a moment to really take it all in. his bare back is making you feel dizzy and you're barely even awake yet. his pale skin catching the slight early light spilling in through the blinds. there are thin lines you recognize immediately—old scars, faded but permanent, mapping a history he rarely talks about. his posture is quiet, thoughtful, like he’s been awake for a while already.

he shifts slightly, just enough for you to see the tension in his shoulders ease when he realizes you’re awake.

you sit up, dragging the comforter with you as the cold hits. moving closer, you press yourself against his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. you nuzzle into his jaw, eyes closing again.

“you’re up too early,” you mumble. he exhales, leaning back into you without thinking. “i always wake up at this time.” then, softer, “you don’t.” he tilts his head just enough to look at you. you open your eyes and kiss the corner of his mouth. “m’cold,” you say. “and you weren’t next to me.”

he sighs, turning to face you fully. “you’re not wearing anything,” he murmurs. “get back under the covers.” he stands before you can argue. you hum, bending over the side of the bed to grab one of his shirts from the floor. you pull it on and crawl back under the comforter. sasuke crosses the room and slides the balcony door shut, cutting off the breeze.

he turns back towards the bed, pausing to take in the sight of you. his gaze doesn't linger in a way that's obvious—at least, not to your sleep-addled mind. you only pat the space next to you, wanting to feel his body heat. he quietly walks back to the bed, getting under the covers.

the mattress dips under his weight as he settles back down next to you, not touching you yet. however, when he sees you instinctively inch closer, he rolls onto his side and extends his arm. you're quick to press against his bare chest, head pillowed on his bicep, letting him slide his hand under your shirt.

"i'm not warm." he whispers. you let out a distracted hum, nuzzling his neck. "you're warm enough." you decide. he just snorts, resting his cheek on your hair. "yeah, okay." he mutters. "go back to sleep."

you scoff, pulling your head back to look at him. "why would i, when we could have sex instead?"

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you always remembered him by your side, and now to have him as your husband feels surreal. itachi was not very comfortable with expressing his emotions but after so much time with you, he is pretty eager and expressing them with ease is second nature to him.

today itachi’s been missing you a little extra, it’s just something about you that’s been enticing him since morning. when you prepared his coffee and kissed him goodbye for work~ itachi’s sharp gaze continued to linger closely, to observe you. “i miss you already.” he hums, a soft pout on his features when you chuckle. “then come home soon.”

and he does, he does come home sooner than expected. the knock itself tells you that its him. you opened the door with a beaming grin, watching him softly. “welcome home, hokage sama.” itachi’s hat is taken off instantly, next comes off his robes. you can’t get enough of him, he can’t get enough of you. his hands are desperate, not so skilled right now… touches sloppy and rough, like he’s starving and couldn’t care less for the etiquettes.

you’re leaned against the wall instantly, legs wrapping around his waist as you gasp out, leaning your head back to give him more access to you. “someone missed me.” you snorted, gasping and chuckling when all he responds by is an affirmative growl. “very much.” he croons later, the tip of his nose nuzzling against the supple & sensitive skin of your neck.

one thing about itachi is that he is a marker, he loves when his marks on your body are visible to him. something about the deep imbedded uchiha instincts and genes getting soothed with the fact that you are his, and you belong to him & him alone. his teeth gnaw at your neck, suckling softly at your collarbone until your skin breaks into a beautiful purple hue.

itachi knows every part of your body by heart, the way you smell, where do you have moles, what scars have you endured… everything. his fingers waste no time in ridding you off of your clothes, while yours also desperately seek his naked body, the skin to skin touches being paramount in this moment between you & him. “fuck, ‘tachi i love you so much.” you whine, continuing to kiss him & leaning back to catch your breath while he takes you to your shared bedroom.

“i love you more, i love you almost suffocatingly, my angel.” itachi croons, kissing you softly while his hands find their way across your supple tits, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples as he kisses down the valley of your breasts, along your pelvis, spreading your legs to gawk at your glistening cunt. his sharingan always comes out, no photographic memory would ever serve your beautiful pussy right. he has to do that everytime he sees her. “she missed me.” he talks about your glistening hole. leaning in, inhaling your sweet scent and letting his tongue flatten across your needy clit.

the sensation shoots pleasure from your spine to the very soles of your feet. itachi is dedicated to see your face contort in extreme pleasure, eyes fixated on you while he feasts oh you, the tip of his tongue flicking your clit, rummaging through your insides & tongue fucking your needy slit. “mine.” he growls almost in a haze, pushing the hood of your sensitive bundle of nerves back and hacking your pleasure with sadistic intensity.

soon after you’re writhing beneath him, trying to squirm away but to no avail, itachi’s hand pressed on your pelvis to keep you still. “don’t move, angel.” he says rather sternly, however the affection is still lingering quite easy. you managed to nod meekly, brows furrowed as the pleasure rapidly builds and the knot on your pelvis tensing.

“gah— please, itachi!” you mewl, squirming out. itachi knows when you are in desperate need of release. he’s done this more times than he can count. “go ahead, little one. cum for me.” the words come out in sweet seduction, and your body has no choice but to obey. squirming and tipping off the edge while he continues to drink up your pleasure.

soon, it subsides into a dull ache, the intensity of which is increasing with every passing second. itachi can’t stop. he doesn’t want to stop. you just made a hungry lion taste blood. your pleas are heard but ignored, he knows you can take it. he’s done this before after all. your hands desperately tug at his hair as you try to push him away. “agh— ‘tachi, s’ too much!” you moan, and he only locks your hands away against the mattress, intertwining his fingers against yours. he needs this.

once you’re bolted down back in bed, you know you have no choice but to give him what he wants. another mind melting orgasm, that is. your eyes close shut, lips swollen from how much your teeth gnaw at them. “oh shit—“ you whine out, mewling like a little cat when his tongue’s assault only continues further.

the pad of his thumb pushing your clit’s hood up, the tip of his tongue roughly tickling at your swollen & sensitive clit. you’re screaming out when the second orgasm hits you, shaking violently like a dry leaf. itachi hums in approval, smirking at your cute and yet, a little pathetic state. kitten licking at your heat over and over until he’s taken every last drop out of you.

you pant heavily, the force of two orgasms is enough to wear you out, but you want itachi, you want to feel him against you. desperately, carnally… and when he turns you on your belly, you know what’s coming next…

itachi has a pretty dick, when you say pretty… it’s not docile. it’s just pretty. just the way itachi is, pretty but dangerous. there are ridges and nerve endings across his shaft, the tip mushroom like but thick. he’s big, uncomfortably so, but you’re used to him.

itachi’s hands are quick to spread your ass cheeks, thrusting his member all the way in in prone, watching you whimper & squeal as he pierces himself to the hilt, ripping the bandaid off. “sssh~ you got it, you got it sweetheart. all the way in.”

his hips roll back and forth against you soon enough, while he torso leans in to pepper soft, sensual kisses. “so pretty i start to lose my senses. you’re lethal, my dear.” he hums, feeling your spongy walls clamp down at him desperately at every single touch. “so cute and adorable the way you cry.” yes… itachi’s cock makes you cry, in the best way possible. you’re reduced to a sniffling mess from it all. the pressure of the mattress on your belly enough to make it all the way intolerable.

“please— please—“ you are mindlessly babbling, eyes rolling back. itachi loves it when you’re fucked out like this. so cute… he thinks to himself. a carnal part of him wants you to be always cockdrunk and a little tipsy on pleasure he wonders…

you’re clamping desperately by the time his pace increases, sound of soft pap pap paps echoing in your shared bedroom. “that’s it, you’re like a mould. fitting me so well, made for me.” he croons, kissing your jaw.

his own thrusts are turning sloppier, balls tightening to empty his seed deep in your womb. “that’s it, show me how much you need me darling.” he coaxes you gently, and the tone of his voice sends shivers down your spine. you are quick to tip off the edge, screaming softly as you feel itachi’s thrusts turning faster, more brutal, almost punishing before he empties his balls into you, coating your insides with warmth. “so- perfect.” he chokes onto his own voice a little, sighing and laying atop you, both of you a mess.

“i love you, my wife.” he reminds, kissing you softly and wiping off any stray tear from your face. “going to prepare a bath for us.” aftercare king immediately taking over the throne.

Itachi cannot take his eyes off of you. This was only your very first mission as a new jonin ninja and your boyfriend was exceptionally proud. Without the hokage, or the anbu corps knowledge, he was with you through every step of the mission, ensuring your safety from a distance, also easily managing to keep himself hidden the entire time. Your mission lasted nearly a weak, and unfortunately, you had to fight someone or something every single day of it. You were alone for this one, so the unavoidable fights you ended up in were usually three on one battles and each one left you even more bruised and injured than the previous one. Itachi kept himself disguised quite well. Well enough that you couldn’t even detect his chakra or his scent from the first to the last day of your mission. You certainly didn’t look forward to fights, which was one thing about being a ninja you often complained to your boyfriend about, so he was particularly impressed with how you held your own each day. Some days got too intense, and he had to try his best to refrain from attending to you. You would never grow as a shinobi if someone always came in to save you. It was tough for him, but it was for the best. Every ninja was bound to end up in a situation like yours and quite often at that, so it was important for him to avoid getting involved and promised himself he’d only intervene if you were on the brink of death, however, because of your physical prowess, your intelligence as well as your determination, you managed to successfully complete one of the most challenging missions of your life as a ninja, despite the injuries and wounds you were able to wrap up yourself whenever you had a moment of peace.

You were in pain, hungry, exhausted and felt slightly dizzy when you had reached the outskirts of Konoha. You could tell by the farms that stretched across the fields ahead of you that you were close to home. A couple more hours of traveling and you’d finally see the gates of Konoha, deciding to take a break near the river that ran through your home village, all the way through the forest and even reaching the farms to provide water for the farmers and their crops. There was a secret spot nearby with a mini waterfall, hidden by thick foliage and rocks. This place was a secret that Itachi had once shown you a while back, and you took advantage of it whenever you were alone. It was midsummer now and the water in the river was slightly warm, but still pleasantly cool against your skin as you washed your body near the waterfall, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath as you listened to the serene sound of birds chirping and water running.

Itachi intended to finally join you as soon as you entered the forest, but he was confused to see you take an immediate left, instead of following the foot trail in between the trees. He quickly figured it was to head to the secret waterfall the two of you liked to visit often, and decided to surprise you there. Although you were always happy to see him, he wasn’t sure how you would feel about his sudden presence, or further more about the fact that he had been monitoring you the entire mission, after all, he didn’t want you to think he was babying you. He wasn’t supposed to be there with you. What he did was incredibly risky because he could’ve been summoned any one of those days that he was away with you for, but whatever the consequences of being missing for a week were , would’ve been totally worth ensuring you were still alive. This was a big mission for you and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He wanted this experience to make you stronger and not kill you. So he was okay with the thought of you being upset with him if you did figure out that he was watching you the whole time.

He didn’t intend to startle you as he slowly walked out from the bushes just a couple of feet away from the river bank, noticing the way you struggled to lift up your arms as you washed underneath them, hoping he could help you in the water. He needed a rinse himself anyhow. “What are you doing here!?”, you asked, your heart racing with excitement and relief as he approached, the water rising up his pale, nude body as he walked deeper into it, his hair loose as it draped his shoulders and back. As scrumptious as he looked, you were far too exhausted to think about entertaining any arousal you felt, and did your best to play things out cool, trying to hide your pain from him. You didn’t want him to grow anxious about you whenever you were away on missions. You longed for his respect and worked hard to prove it to him, deeply admiring him as a ninja. “I hope I’m not intruding…I will leave if you’re not comf-” he began to say, interrupted by your sudden reassurance. “No it’s okay, stay…”, you said, allowing him to grab the tiny rag you made out of your shirt to help you wash better. He knew about your hardships, and the fact that you were in pain tugged at his heart as he gently cleaned your face, carefully scrubbing it with the wet rag before wringing it out to wipe your face clean. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and then both you cheeks, and you weakly smiled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth of his touch on your skin while he continued to wash the rest of your body.

“How was your first day out there as a jonin?”, he asked, placing a hand on your back to pull you closer, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You unconsciously leaned the rest of your weight against him, snuggling his neck and hugging him as he began scrubbing your back. He smiled wearily, kissing your temple and could sense how low your chakra was, wrapping his arm around you for support. You were far too exhausted and he frowned at that, wondering just how you would’ve made it home if he wasn’t there to watch you. “Mmmm”, you hummed, his skin warm against your cheek. He smelled earthy and you got a feint whiff of pecan nuts too. He smelled divine to you and you pressed a kiss to his neck before speaking. “It was tough”, you said softly, fatigue increasing with every word that came out of your mouth. “There were a lot of challenges and I couldn’t sleep sometimes…”, you continued, pausing for a moment as he could feel you tense for a second. You thought about your next words, refraining from giving him too much information. You didn’t want him worrying right now. You were happy he was here and you wanted him to be happy with you. “…but it was good overall. I managed to save little Inoue and delivered him safely to his family”, you lied. There was nothing safe about your mission. Maybe for the child, but not for you. You lifted your head up to smile at Itachi and you caught him frowning, but he quickly smiled at you when he saw you looking, turning you around so he could wash your front. “I knew you’d manage sweetgirl”, he said, planting a kiss right on your lips. “You’re hurt”, he said, carefully washing around the large bruise that covered the side of your tummy which was already a dark purple with a green ring surrounding it, his hair tickling your cheek as a warm breeze went by. “It’s nothing”, you swallowed, remembering how you were restrained and kicked several times in the gut. “Did you get into any fights?”, he asked and you frowned. “Yes but it was nothing I couldn’t handle”, you lied again. The criminals who ganged up on you were highly skilled and gave you the beating of your life. It did take a lot of chakra to take on all of them, ontop of the tireless traveling you did to avoid any more troublesome interactions. You managed to heal up your face and some of the cuts that littered your body, but couldn’t work on the major bruises on your body, your chakra reserves far too low to use any more without endangering your life. You would visit the hospital as soon as you got home, you told yourself.

“I’m sure you handled it well my love, I have a surprise waiting for you back at home”, Itachi said, sensing that you didn’t want to talk about it, changing the topic to something more light hearted. After he finished washing you up, he did his best to dry your body with the same rag, laying down his shirt on a nearby boulder for you to sit on while he carefully dressed you. You felt ten times worse than you did before he had arrived, your entire abdomen drumming with pain and your vision blurring as you fought to keep yourself together. You allowed him to help you, weakly clutching onto him for support. He could feel the fatigue radiating off of you and could tell you were forcing yourself to keep a straight face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, lifting up your head to look at him. His big eyes glistening as he held yours with genuine concern in them. “You’re so strong baby. I’m really proud of you”, he said, and you knew he could sense how much pain you were in, tears welling in your eyes, Itachi softly smiling as they fell down your cheeks. You were so tired, parting your lips to take a deep breath as you contemplated telling him the truth. “It’s alright my love, I’ll take care of you okay?”, he said, swiftly lifting you off the rock and holding you close against him. You didn’t even have the the strength to wrap your legs around him, but he held you firmly with his hands under both your thighs as he carefully moved you over to his back. “Oh baby, your chakra levels are so low. I’m gonna get you home so you can rest and I’ll cook you your favourite. I promise you’ll feel stronger before the sun sets”. You shut your eyes tight, crying into his shoulder as he began running through the forest. Teleporting you back would only worsen your condition, so he chose this way. A journey that would’ve taken you m another day in your condition, only took him two hours and the two of you were home.

"Can you listen quietly for a minute? I'm saying that let me do it for you."

Madara seemed to ponder upon your offer for a bit. To anyone else, it would seem like he was considering the proposal of a peace treaty between two nations with utmost seriousness but no, it was his hair he was thinking hard about.

"Fine."

You let out an excited squeal cause it's not everyday that the Madara Uchiha let's someone touch his hair. You rummage through his room to find a comb and then procure some hair oil, heating it slightly in a cup, and then go into your backyard to find Madara already seated and waiting for you.

"Took you long enough."

"Not a word from you caveman. I had to scrabble around in that mess of a room to find a single comb."

Madara laughed and then beckoned you to sit on his lap. You obliged and started sectioning his hair to comb it out but his coarse hair strands made it impossible so you switched to massaging the oil into his scalp. He groaned softly at your attentions and relaxed his shoulders.

"Does it feel good?"

"Hmm."

You slowly comb out the now soft hair, careful not to pull or tug. You looked at his face, so eased. The golden of the setting sun perfectly complimenting his toned chest and abs. He looked beautiful and you couldn't help but feel bashful.

Madara thoroughly enjoyed the way you took care of him when he himself couldn't do so. He could not express how much he appreciated your presence. He was grateful of being so close to you, of being able to let his guard down in your embrace. You meant everything to him.

"Can I braid your hair?"

The question took him aback. Were you serious? He, Madara Uchiha, the founder of the village hidden in the leaves, the Uchiha clanhead, Hashirama’s rival, donning a pretty little braid. No way. It's a ridiculous idea. But...but...the way you looked at him, all doe-eyed and pleading. He couldn't find it in him to say no. Somehow, you always found a way into his heart without even realizing. So he let you do as you pleased, enjoying being the sole object of your attention.

'Pretty' felt sorely inadequate in describing his true beauty, his now smooth mane braided neatly made him look like some deity disguised as a human. You couldn't help the blush creeping up your cheeks.

A man as cunning as Madara,l obviously noticed your gaze and the pink tinge on your supple cheeks, highlighted by the dusky hues of the remnants of sunlight. He reached for you and placed a soft, innocent kiss on your lips. You could feel the emotion in his actions right at your core. You gave in to his touches as his hands traveled over any exposed skin he could find.

The neat braid was long forgotten as he laid on the lush grass and you straddled him under the starry sky, the two of you merged into one.