I was wondering if you can do more ObiShiSaku trio stuff?
Also idk what to call them as a trio.
Also also I love you're work, Keep it up!
Awww so happy to know you like the trio 🥰💓💓
Was pondering what to drew when I read this ask and then I remembered not so long time ago a lil mean but harmless comment in one of my ObiShiSaku art and it gave me quick inspirational idea
I almost discarded it though, glad that I didn't and visualise it~~ (￣▽￣)
Summary: (No Uchiha Massacre AU) You and Shisui are secretly dating, preferring to keep things out of the public eye. One night out with Shisui and Itachi, you get the perfect chance to rile your boyfriend up. Shisui doesn't hesitate to remind you who you belong to.
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🔞 Mature Content. Minors DNI. 🔞
Tags: (4.8k words) Jealous sex, Dom!Shisui (Gentle dom lol), Oral (female receiving), fingering, drinking, dirty talking, rough sex, secret relationship, aftercare, established relationship, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie, Reader is kind of a brat lmao but Shisui needs someone to keep him on his toes 😌, also I'm continuing the 'Genma is a slut' trope lmao. All characters are 18+
Dating a Uchiha can be hard.
But secretly dating one was even harder.
Keeping your relationship with Shisui away from the public eye had its benefits. His might as a Shinobi was world-renowned, which inadvertently came in turn with a shockingly high bounty, and a shit load of enemies to boot. Shisui’s main priority was your safety, and keeping your relationship hidden was a way for him to ensure that you were never used against him. It also kept your name out of the gossip hound’s mouth, sparing you from the merciless rumor mill of Konoha. All were aspects that you appreciated, making life easier for both of you.
Yet…
It also had its problems.
Itachi was the only person who knew of your true closeness with the Uchiha prodigy, and he kept that secret as heavily guarded as any other.
Your relationship with Shisui is built in the negative space where no one else exists. Shisui— world’s most charming, most dangerous Uchiha— reverts to something softer when it’s just you and him. When he laughs, it’s his whole body. His smile, unguarded, beams so brightly you can’t help but match it. His hands, always a bit too cold and rough from missions, find inventive places to warm themselves on your skin, beneath the table, in the sleeve of your jacket, or pressed quietly at the small of your back.
With you, he’s a slouching, laughing, sarcasm machine, never afraid to let a cringe pun fly or to play dumb for the sole purpose of seeing you roll your eyes. The rest of the world gets the mythic Shisui—controlled, quick-witted, and untouchable. You get the dork who can’t open anything without spilling it, the one who hums off-key when he’s bored, the boy who isn’t afraid to look like a fool just to see your smile.
Sometimes, you think that no one else on earth could reconcile these two versions, but you do.
And so does Itachi, because his eyes are too sharp to miss anything.
As far as the village is concerned, you’re simply a fixture at the Uchiha compound— like a stray cat they’ve begrudgingly adopted, always in tow with the kinsmen prodigies, but ultimately harmless. You make a habit of joking about it, which only amuses Shisui more.
Nights out in the village were rare and therefore sacred. So when you and the boys find yourselves at The Lucky Shuriken— Konoha’s most infamous dive— the three of you settle at the bar and start with a round of shots. Shisui is wedged between you and Itachi, already trying to place bets on who can drink the most.
“Itachi, I hate to say it, brother, but this is the one thing you will always lose at,” Shisui says as he downs his shot and signals for the bartender to work on another. Underneath the bar, Shisui’s hand finds your thigh and squeezes once, possessive and fleeting, before moving back to the bartop.
“Drinking does not have to be a competition,” Itachi throws him a subtle, sly smirk before taking his own shot.
“Do you forget who you’re talking to?” You laugh as you reach for your glass, knowing you need to catch up. “Everything is a competition to Shisui.”
“Gotta make things interesting somehow,” Shisui chides back with a grin as the bartender returns with the next round.
More drinks go down, and the banter accelerates. Shisui’s charm sharpened by alcohol, Itachi’s sarcasm dry as ever, your own tongue loosened to the point that you say things that would make your former sensei weep. Shisui keeps feeding you cheesy lines, cornering you into playful arguments, daring you to outmatch him.
And you do.
As always.
You’re both natural flirts, and he matches you beat for beat. At one point, you call him out for the way he pouts when you get the last word. Only for him to grin wide, eyes bright, and say: “I only pout when I want someone to kiss it better.”
Itachi rolls his eyes with an undisguised scoff, making a face as you pinch Shisui’s cheeks.
You’re about to make a biting remark about Shisui being lucky that he’s cute when you catch movement at your periphery. Familiar, loud. Genma and Guy are crashing through the door, trailed by Kakashi and Obito, who both radiate the bemused exhaustion of men dragged along for the ride. The invading group of men quickly spot your trio and make their way over to the bar.
“Looks like we’re being raided,” you say, elbowing Shisui.
Shisui doesn’t flinch. Instead, he catches your eye and raises his brows in a silent amusement.
You can almost feel the heat in his gaze as Genma throws himself into the seat beside you, all toothy smirk and lazy confidence, a heavy hand draping across the back of your chair. “Don’t mind us, we heard this was the only bar in Konoha with decent company tonight,” Genma says, propping a leg up in a way that makes the chair groan in protest. “Can’t have the prettiest person in the village drinking without me. It’d be a crime.”
Guy doesn’t even bother with a greeting, just launches into an overzealous handshake with Itachi, nearly dislocating his shoulder. Kakashi regards the group with visible amusement, one eye crinkled above his mask as Obito loiters beside him.
Shisui’s knuckles tap the bar as the men crowd your group. “You hear that, Itachi? Genma’s finally admitted someone’s prettier than him.”
Itachi doesn’t bother looking at him as he replies. “Progress, I suppose.”
Genma laughs, letting the remark slide off his shoulders, but he leaves his arm draped behind your stool, fingers just grazing the backrest. You’re hyper-aware of Shisui’s posture beside you: chest out, grin sharp, but eyes turned dark and narrow, watching Genma like a target.
“So, what’s the occasion?” Obito asks, tilting his chin at your trio as he sits beside Genma. He’s always been the most direct of the lot, and though you don’t know him too well, you like the way he speaks— like he expects an answer worth his time.
“Celebrating not dying this week,” you say, raising your glass in a half-toasted salute.
“And here I thought you were going to take a vow of sobriety after last time.” Kakashi’s voice is dry, but you feel the humor laced in it.
You lean closer, dropping your voice to confide in Genma. “I blacked out and woke up on top of the Hokage Monument in someone else’s shirt. Sometimes I think the will of fire just needs a little booze to keep burning.”
“Is that so?” Genma says, nudging your shoulder, the implication far from subtle. “Maybe you should up the ante tonight. See where you wake up next.”
You shoot him a wicked smile. “I hear the police headquarters has the best holding cells.”
“Only if you ask nicely,” Shisui interrupts, tone light, but you sense the new edge. His hand finds your thigh again, this time less playful, more firm. “She’s got a talent for talking her way out of things.”
Genma grins, unrepentant. “Knew she was trouble the second I met her.” He leans in closer, voice conspiratorial. “But the fun kind.”
Itachi snorts in his glass. “Unfortunately for you, she has high standards and a low tolerance for idiots.”
You don’t miss the slight flicker of Shisui’s mood, the way his gaze sharpens at Genma’s proximity. The trio gathered around you— Obito, Kakashi, and Guy— seemed to pick up on it too. Obito’s mouth twitches, and Guy nudges Kakashi with an elbow, whispering a comment that makes the Copy Ninja roll his visible eye.
The conversation drifts from war stories to mission gossip, each man trying to one-up the next. You play the game, letting your laughter ring out, allowing them to linger around you. Shisui tries to play it cool, but every time Genma’s hand gets too close, or his jokes get a little too familiar, you can see the storm clouds gathering behind Shisui’s easy smile.
Genma next to you is a living, breathing invitation to disaster, and he knows it. He orders a fresh round, specifically sliding your glass closer and giving you a wink. Shisui’s hand squeezes your thigh— just a twitch, but enough to signal a warning. You also don’t miss the way Shisui’s mouth tightens at the corners, or how he slants a glance at the glass, as if he wants it to explode. He’s always been subtle about his jealous streak, usually buried beneath layers of wit and a devastating smile.
But tonight, the mask’s slipping.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s Genma’s relentless flirting, or maybe it’s just that you’re letting yourself enjoy the attention a little too much.
You nudge the glass back at Genma with a lascivious smile. “You trying to get me arrested tonight, Genma?”
He leans in, close enough that his hair brushes your cheek. “Only if you promise to let me visit during conjugal hours.”
The bar erupts into a mix of “ooo’s” and snickers. Obito chuckles as he shakes his head. “I didn’t know you used the jail as a hook-up spot, Genma, but I guess I don’t really put it past you. ”
Kakashi makes a show of appearing scandalized, eye wide with a raised brow, even as he fights not to laugh. Meanwhile, Guy struggles to keep up with the joke.
Shisui’s smile is all teeth now. “Genma’s just looking for another notch on the kunai, aren’t you? I guess when you’re the village bicycle, someone’s gotta keep you in circulation.”
Obito chokes on his drink, Guy slaps the bar, and Itachi deadpans with a twitch at his lips. “That’s a complicated metaphor, even for you, Shisui.”
But Genma just grins back, the challenge lighting his eyes. “I don’t mind sharing the road, as long as the ride’s good.” He moves his arm to your shoulders with calculated confidence.
You glance at Shisui, expecting him to brush it off, but instead, he’s running a finger along the rim of his glass now, eyes dark, mouth pressed thin. You know this look, the one that says you’re pushing his patience.
So you light a fuse. “Genma’s got a point. He’s never led me into mortal peril, unlike some people I know.” You shoot Shisui a pointed look as you take your shot, effectively poking the bear.
Kakashi, ever the enabler, hums thoughtfully. “It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Shisui’s got the whole ‘two steps ahead’ thing, but Genma’s just honest about being a sexual deviant.”
You let Genma buy you another drink, furthering the unspoken challenge. Itachi’s eyes narrow, picking up on your mischief, but he says nothing, choosing instead to watch the drama unfold with the cold detachment of a scientist observing a petri dish.
Genma keeps the stories coming, some true, most embellished, all delivered with that thoughtless charm. You lean into it, laughing a little too loudly, letting your hand linger on his forearm just long enough for Shisui to notice. He’s pretending not to care, but his laugh has gone loud and bright, another warning flash. You spot the way his fingers tap a steady rhythm against the bar, the way his lips twitch when Genma’s hand brushes against yours.
You love it when he gets like this. Shisui’s anger isn’t loud or reckless; it’s controlled, nearly elegant, the energy of a live wire trapped beneath. He doesn’t explode— he calcifies, sharpens, becomes a perfect storm.
Obito is, surprisingly, the first to get the hint. He sits up straighter, studying Shisui with a sidelong glance that then shifts to you. A slow, knowing grin spreads under his scars. He stands up, stretching, and nudges Kakashi with his foot. “Think it’s time to call it, ‘Kashi. Some people can’t hold their liquor.”
Kakashi’s brow arcs, amused and mildly suspicious. “Usually it’s you under the table first, Obito.”
Obito shrugs casually, “I know when to call it quits.” He states before he slides off his stool, stretching, then claps Genma on the back, forcibly detaching him from your orbit. Genma pouts, but grins at you, letting himself be dragged by the collar as he shoots you a “see ya next time, babe”. Guy, already three drinks past coherent, follows obediently, leaving behind only a trail of shouted youth and a tipped-over chair.
Itachi finished his drink, eyeing Shisui’s sulking form over the rim. “Very subtle,” he comments, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Shisui huffs with irritation, slumping deeper onto the bar as he glares at his friend.
Itachi sighs back, sets his glass down, and stares at you both with fatigued stoicism. “Try not to do anything that will get us blacklisted from another bar,” he says, already settling the tab. “Or do. I could use a quieter life.”
The door finally swings shut behind the departing group, leaving you and Shisui in a capsule of suddenly quieter air. Shisui’s gaze returns to you, still edged, still burning like fire.
“They never leave that easily,” he mutters before he takes a sip. “I thought we had at least another hour of Genma’s mating ritual.”
You snort and roll your eyes. “You mean your mating ritual. I know that look, Shisui.” You poke him in the chest, right where his heart is. “You get so pouty when you’re jealous. Not very subtle for a master of subterfuge.”
He blinks, caught off guard, and—unexpectedly—blushes, high on his cheeks. “I am not jealous,” he says with the acute dignity of an absolutely jealous man. “I just don’t like seeing my girlfriend flirt with the town whore.”
You lean in, lowering your voice. “I think it’s cute. It’s almost like you have feelings or something.”
He groans, burying his face in his hands. “Don’t make me regret saving you from Genma.”
You give him a devious grin as you close the distance between you. “You sure you weren’t just saving me for yourself, Uchiha?”
Something dangerous clicks behind his eyes as they meet yours. He stands abruptly, grabs your wrist, and pulls you off the barstool with a force that’s half play, half demand. “Come on.”
You raise a brow but follow along. “What, you kidnapping me now?”
“If I have to,” he mutters, and the way his hand tightens on yours sends a bolt of heat up your arm.
You barely get to say goodbye to Itachi before Shisui is walking you out the bar door, his fingers laced with yours. The night air is cold, moonlight brightening the streets. There’s a predatory intention in the way he glances over his shoulder, checks the empty street, then pulls you close. You don’t even see the hand sign—the next moment, chakra ripples and your world blurs sideways.
You land hard against the wall of Shisui’s apartment, breath knocked out of you, his body already caging yours in. The room is small and spare— Shisui doesn’t keep much, modest furniture with sparse decorations, and a shelf crowded with old mission scrolls and cheap potted succulents. Yet, he keeps you, apparently, because his hands are gripping your waist before you remember how to speak.
“You’re in so much trouble,” he rasps, and your pulse spikes as his breath fans over your face.
You feign innocence, batting your lashes, deliberately brushing your thigh between his legs. “For what?” You tease with wide eyes, your voice sweet. “Having a good time with your friends?”
He scoffs and leans closer. “You know exactly what.” His gaze drops to your mouth, focusing there for a moment before flashing back to your eyes. “That was mean, even for you. You must like torturing me.”
“Not as much as you like it,” you say, and to prove it, you snake your arms around his neck and tighten your fingers in his cropped, black locks. Tugging his hair lightly, you place a gentle peck at the corner of his mouth with a coy smile.
That does it.
He grins, and it’s terrifying and beautiful in equal measure. “You don’t know when to quit,” he says, and then he lifts you—one quick, swift motion—so your legs are around his waist, back flat to the wall.
You lock your ankles behind him, tugging him closer, and his hands are everywhere: under your shirt, dragging up your spine, tracing over every curve of you. His mouth is at your jaw, your collarbone, and you gasp when his tongue finds the hollow of your throat.
“All that flirting,” he says, lips moving back up your neck, “and you act so sweet. I should punish you for that.”
You laugh into his mouth, catching his bottom lip between your teeth before you whisper. “Maybe I want you to,” it’s barely audible, but you know he hears every word. His breath goes ragged; his hand brushes over your ribs, fingers skimming bare skin, and then he’s grinding you into the wall, the evidence of his desire hard against your hip.
“You’re not getting off that easy,” he growls, and the vibration of his voice in your ear makes you shiver. He’s a dirty talker, always has been, but the edge tonight is something new— raw, hungry, almost desperate. “Act like that all you want, but you belong to me, got it?”
The words punch through your chest and settle hot in your gut. “You’re the only one I want. You know that,” you murmur as you meet his gaze, and it’s all the provocation he needs.
One moment you’re up on the wall, the next you’re being carried across the room, cradled in his arms as he deposits you unceremoniously onto his futon. You’re barely upright before he’s on you, hands tugging your shirt over your head, mouth pressing hard into your collarbone, your sternum, your breasts, everywhere he can reach. You tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate, but he pins your wrists overhead, lips curling wickedly.
“I ought to teach you a lesson and drive you crazy like you did me.” He taunts, voice low and husky.
“Shisui—” you whine, but he just laughs, mouth back at your throat, tongue tracing your pulse. He kisses down, slow, deliberate, leaving red marks in his wake, and when he gets to your waistband, he pauses, glancing up at you with a look so smug you want to slap him, or kiss him, or both.
He pulls your skirt down, knuckles dragging heat along your thighs, and when he sees the thin, soaked cotton clinging to you, he groans. “So wet already,” he murmurs, thumb pressing against the damp patch, circling once over your covered clit. “All this for me, sweetheart?”
You moan, writhing, and he hooks his fingers into your panties, sliding them off with excruciating slowness. He then pulls your knees apart and pins you down, trapping you, as he dips his head between your legs. His tongue is hot and merciless, licking a stripe up your soaking center, and your hips jerk at the first raw contact.
You cover your mouth with the back of your hand, trying to stifle a moan, but Shisui glances up, dark hair falling into his eyes, and smirks. “Don’t you do that shit, let the neighbors hear.”
His grip tightens on your thighs, nails biting in, spreading you wider. You feel the heat of his breath before his tongue darts out again, lapping and sucking with abandon—messy, hungry, as though he’s starving for you. The sounds are obscene, wet slurps echoing through the room, and he doubles down when you whimper, eating you out with a dedication that made your legs shake. The sensations are raw and pure; every time he flicks his tongue against your clit, your thighs clamp around his head, and instead of backing off, he seems to get off on the challenge, hands digging into your hips to keep you spread open for him. When you reach for him, desperate for something to anchor yourself with, he just pins your wrists down, mouth sealing around your swollen center, sucking so hard you can’t hold in your wail.
He pauses only to look up, lips slick with you, his voice rough. “Still want to act like a brat?” He sucks on your clit then releases you with a lewd pop, and the sound alone makes you cry out, high and helpless.
You’re already too close, already pleading, “Shisui, fuck—please, I can’t—” but he just laughs and buries himself deeper, tongue fucking into you, nose pressed to your skin. He licks and sucks your labia, tongue tracing over your flushed flesh, and you keen helplessly as he burrows deeper, lapping at you with a messy, frantic hunger.
You lose track of time, of thought, of anything beyond the pounding heat building between your legs. You’re sobbing out curses, rutting into his mouth, desperate for more, and Shisui only eggs you on, mumbling filthy praise into your core. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, thighs trembling on either side of his head, and it’s only when you’re on the verge—right at the cliff—that he slides two thick fingers into you, curling them mercilessly as he sucks you back into his mouth. The stretch is so sudden, so perfect, that you break, coming with a strangled cry, legs clamping tight around his head as your whole body pulses and tightens.
But Shisui doesn’t let up, not even as you whimper and sob his name. He keeps his fingers working inside you, coaxing every last aftershock, his tongue drawing desperate circles around your swollen clit. It’s too much, and you try to squirm away, but he’s stronger, holding you captive to his mouth, his voice a filthy rumble against your cunt. “One more. Give me one more, sweetheart.”
He doesn’t let up. As you sob and twitch from oversensitivity, Shisui only hums in approval, sucking your swollen clit, tonguing you with renewed vigor, fingers still curling against that perfect spot, like he’s determined to wring every last drop out of you. You try to push him away, nails raking his scalp, but he just grins against your cunt, like a monster, and you feel yourself tighten again. You cry out, body clenching, and this time you break completely, a rush of liquid flooding his mouth as you squirt over his fingers and tongue.
He groans, licking it up, savoring every bit.
“Still think Genma could make you feel like that?” He murmurs against your quivering pussy, all venom and honey, and your only answer is to pull him up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his tongue. He kisses you deep, the kind of kiss that leaves no doubt, no room for anyone else.
“S-shut up,” you gasp into his mouth as he runs his hands up the plane of your stomach and squeezes your pert breasts.
You’re still trembling when he finally breaks away, still dazed and fucked out, but Shisui doesn’t give you a second to recover. He’s on his knees, planting slow, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, the side of your neck, the edge of your earlobe. His hands, always so clever, slide under your thighs and dig in, kneading, spreading you open even though your legs tremble uncontrollably.
“Hm, that’s what I thought.” He grins like a bastard, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glittering with a dangerous, boyish pride. “God, you’re such a mess. You look like you just barely survived.”
You hum, dazed, too limp to argue, sinking into the futon in a heavy, boneless heap. Shisui takes a moment to admire his handiwork, then tugs off his shirt— quick, efficient, all muscle and lean lines— before working the rest of his clothes off. He flings his pants somewhere behind him, then crawls over you, pressing his bare chest to yours and trailing fingers down your ribs.
"I said I was gonna teach you a lesson, didn’t I?" He’s smiling, but it’s all bite, the Uchiha arrogance dialed to a thousand. "On your knees, babe."
His large hands flip you with ease, dragging your hips up and planting you on your knees. You’re so loose and spent that you flop face-first into the pillow, only for Shisui to pull you back by the waist, lining up behind you.
You gasp as he slides his palm down, cupping you— slick, hot, and still twitching— and he laughs, low and wrecked, as his thumb circles the mess he made of you. “Can’t believe how wet you are. You’re really into that shit, huh?” He presses a kiss between your shoulder blades, then bites, leaving another mark. “Stay there,” he commands, voice gone rough.
You feel exposed, the cold air on your bare skin painting goosebumps across your back. Shisui kneels behind you and spreads you wider, deliberate and slow, then runs his fingers through your folds, spreading your slick with one hand as he guides his cock with the other.
You whimper, grinding back, but he only slaps your ass, the sharp sound echoing in the tiny room. "Patience," he says, but there’s no patience in him; he slaps your cunt, too, fingers flat and stinging, and you jerk forward, gasping.
"Fuck, Shisui—"
He leans over, his chest against your back, mouth hot against your ear. "You like it when I get mean, don’t you?" His words pulse against the shell of your ear, every syllable a brand.
Your retort sticks in your throat, replaced by a whine as he grinds the head of his cock between your swollen folds, slicking himself with what’s left of your self-control. He doesn’t give you relief, just drags himself through the wet mess he left of your pussy, slow, lazy, and cruel. At every pass, he pushes just enough to catch, the thick head parting you, then pulls back, laughing when you gasp and try to push yourself onto him.
“C’mon, princess,” he teases, voice drops to a growl, “say please. You had so much to say earlier— now you’re all quiet?”
You bite back a desperate sound and shove your hips back, but he holds you steady, letting you feel how hard he is, just not giving it to you. “Shisui—god damnit, come on—” you gasp, but all you get is a slow, filthy laugh.
Finally, when you’re ready to scream, he lines himself up and slams in, bottoming out in a single stroke that punches the air from your lungs. You collapse forward again, a sob catching in your throat, as he sets a brutal rhythm, cock pistoning into you, hips snapping so hard the slap of skin against skin echoes off the walls. He fucks you like he means to leave you ruined, his hand snaking around to rub your clit in tight, relentless circles, chasing your high even as you try to crawl away from the intensity.
You try to muffle your cries in the pillow, but he drags you back upright by your hair, his mouth at your ear again, filthy and relentless. “Don’t run from me,” he growls, voice shredded, “you knew exactly what you were starting.” He punctuates the words with bruising thrusts, each one knocking the breath from your lungs.
You shatter in seconds, the pleasure too much, too sharp. You scream his name, body clamping down so hard you think you might actually break him, but Shisui just hisses and fucks you harder. He keeps at it through your orgasm, his hand never leaving your clit, the sensation so overwhelming that you’ve become a drooling, twitching mess.
“God, you’re perfect,” he gasps, rutting into you so deep you can feel him in your stomach. Wetness drips down your thighs as he fucks you, the slick sounds echoing around you. His hand tightens on your hip, the other still working your clit, and you can’t even protest, can’t do anything but let him use you, body limp under his hands.
When he finally comes, it’s with a guttural moan against the back of your neck, his teeth scraping your skin as he empties himself inside you, cock twitching. He holds you there, impaled and shaking, for a long moment, before he lets you collapse to the mattress in a heap.
The silence after is deafening, punctuated only by your ragged breaths as he settles beside you, wearing a grin that you don’t have to see to know is there. A firm slap to your ass earns a squeal as you roll over to swat at him, only for him to seize your wrists and pull you into a demanding kiss.
“I love you, babe,” Shisui says with a smirk in between peck kisses. “But next time you do that shit, I’m tattooing my name on your forehead.”
In a modern AU, how would the Uchihas react to "no lube, no protection, all night all day" text message from their s/o??
I love such unhinged requests for these men🌸😭 Cutie Anon keep them coming. I had too much fun writing this!
Indra Ōtsutsuki
At first, he stares at the screen with that slow, dangerous smirk—the one that promises trouble. He calls you immediately, voice low and commanding:
“Repeat that to me. I want to hear you say it.”
He clears his evening schedule within minutes. Expect him at your door, suit still on, but the tie already loosened. He doesn’t just show up—he prepares.
Madara Uchiha
He raises a brow, scoffs once, then rereads it three times—because surely his partner didn’t just challenge him of all people.
“All night and all day? You’re confident. Don’t beg for a break later.”
He shows up with the most annoyingly smug attitude, only fueled by the fact that you initiated it. He treats it like a competition he refuses to lose.
Shisui Uchiha
Shisui chokes on his water, stares at the text with wide eyes, blush creeping up his neck.
“I– wow, okay, so we’re doing that today?”
He sends five flirty voice notes in a row, all playful threats, then teleports (Shunshin) to your place faster than GPS could load. He’ll joke, tease, and flirt the entire way—but do not underestimate him.
Izuna Uchiha
He freezes. Completely. You’ve just short–circuited his brain.
He types:
“…Right now??”
Deletes it.
Types:
“Are you sure?”
Deletes it again.
Finally sends:
“On my way.”
He arrives nervous but determined to prove himself. And once the switch flips? Good luck walking the next day.
Obito Uchiha
Obito drops his phone on his face. He wasn’t emotionally prepared.
He sends three emojis before finding words: 😳🔥🏃♂️
Then:
“Don’t play with me like that, I’m clocking out early.”
He literally makes up an excuse at work and leaves. He’s flustered, but the moment he arrives, the softness is gone—he shows he’s been waiting for you to ask.
Sasuke Uchiha
He acts unfazed… on the outside.
Inside? System malfunction.
He responds with a single dry text:
“Hn. Be ready.”
Then throws his phone onto the bed, runs a hand through his hair, and actually starts mentally preparing like he’s going into battle. He doesn’t brag—he lets actions speak.
Itachi Uchiha
He sets his phone down slowly, exhales, and smiles in that calm, devastating way.
He calls you, voice soft but with a sinful edge:
“You must really want me tonight.”
He doesn’t rush. He makes you wait in anticipation because he wants the moment to be unforgettable. When he arrives, everything is intentional, slow at first, then absolutely overwhelming when he decides you’re ready.
The Uchiha guys in love with a reader who really seems like the women of their time (a submissive, fragile, calm woman and such, that stereotype of a "perfect" wife) but in reality is completely the opposite? I imagine her kicking the ass of men who say any shit about her and being so badass (I don't know if you'll understand, but I hope you do - my English is horrible)
Your English is totally fine darling!! I love u!
Madara
Madara had always prided himself on his ability to see through deception.
And yet...
As he sat in the council hall, listening to (Y/N) pour tea with serene grace, her lashes lowered, her voice soft and demure, he could almost believe it.
A perfect woman. Gentle, obedient. A wife who knew her place.
The men around the room certainly thought so. They whispered about it—how lucky Madara was, how rare it was to find a woman so well-mannered, so proper.
Until a hand landed on her waist.
Not his.
A visiting clan leader, drunk on his own importance, had made a mistake.
Before Madara could move—before he could even breathe—
CRACK.
The man was on the floor. Clutching his wrist. Face twisted in agony.
(Y/N) still held the tea tray. Her expression unchanged.
–Ah, my hand slipped.– she murmured, voice honeyed. –How clumsy of me.–
The entire room had gone silent.
Madara stared at her.
His lips curled.
His woman.
He had known. Somewhere, deep down—he had always known.
And he had never been prouder.
Izuna
Izuna had never been one for quiet women.
He liked fire, sharp words, a challenge.
So when he met (Y/N)—sweet, graceful, soft-spoken—he thought, how boring.
Then, he saw her fight.
Not with weapons, not with steel—but with words sharp enough to cut bone.
It happened when an elder made a passing remark—something about how a woman’s role was to serve, to be seen and not heard.
Izuna had prepared to laugh it off.
But (Y/N)?
She simply tilted her head, smiled, and said,
–And yet, here I am. Heard. Respected. More than you will ever be.–
Silence.
The elder’s face darkened.
Izuna grinned.
Oh, he had been wrong about her.
And he had never wanted a woman more.
Obito
Obito was obsessed with (Y/N).
How could he not be?
She was gentle, soft-spoken, always kind. The type of woman men dreamed of having as a wife—the kind that made a house a home.
Or at least, that’s what he thought.
Until he saw her knock a man out cold.
He had blinked. Rubbed his eyes.
The man—some arrogant fool who had tried to corner her in the marketplace—was sprawled on the ground, completely unconscious.
(Y/N) dusted off her hands, sighing. Then, she looked up and saw Obito gaping.
Her face did not turn red in embarrassment.
–...Would you like to get something to eat?– she asked, as if nothing had happened.
Obito loved her.
He wanted to marry her immediately.
Shisui
Shisui found (Y/N) adorable.
She was everything men praised in a wife—sweet, elegant, a voice as soft as silk.
But then—
Then he saw her throw a man over her shoulder.
He had been mid-drink.
Had choked on his tea.
(Y/N) had merely smoothed her sleeves and stepped over the unconscious body like it was a puddle in the road.
Shisui, still coughing, had managed, –Since when could you do that?–
She blinked at him, expression angelic.
–Since always.
And Shisui?
Shisui had never felt so in love.
Itachi
Itachi did not believe in appearances.
He had known—suspected, at least—that (Y/N)’s softness was a veil.
But he had not expected to see her beat a man senseless.
It had happened in an instant. A comment. A sneer. Some fool, believing her to be weak, had tried to put her in her place.
And she had put him in the dirt.
(Y/N) straightened, adjusting her sleeves, calm as ever. Then, seeing Itachi watching, she gave a polite smile.
Summary: A story about two people living in the moment and make a decision on impulse that may result in a not-so-great consequence but ultimately embrace it for one night. However, what happens when a third party is now involved in this love story? What happens when desires unfortunately turn into yearning? What will happen when one's true feelings begins to waiver? Find out when one's choices are questioned, risking the idea of taking chances to see if they're worth it in the end. For both the good and the bad that may come from all this reckless behavior.
Content: Fem! Reader, fluff, College AU, drinking, party, insinuation of one night stands, MDNI/18+, all characters are aged up.
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Chapter One:
Shisui and his roommates decided to throw a house party this Saturday night. Even though he was most focused on his studies and work, he was still the life of the party. However, he was deemed the most mature out of his roommates. Yeah, he still had his fair share of girls but tonight he was going to take it easy. Right now, he was drinking with his friends until he noticed his friend, Sakura, finally arrived with someone new. He had never seen you before. He wondered if you were the new roommate she always talked about. He saw Sakura grab you by the hand and pulled you towards his group’s direction. When you both came over, Sakura exchanged greetings with the group until she was finally able to introduce him to you. He let his warm smile widen at finally putting a face on you. You were really cute and he couldn’t help letting his eyes drift to your body before locking his gaze back to yours. He nods before he spoke the music “, Hey there.” He extends his hand over to you. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
Oh. You widen your smile at hearing his smooth casual voice. You reach over to take his hand and shake it firmly. “It’s nice to meet you too.” From a distance, someone called your roommates’ name. “Take care of her for me, Shisui. I found Sasuke so watch her for me.” Sakura said before beginning to walk away. Shisui only smirked and gave her a playful wink before saying “You know you can trust me.” You both watched as Sakura headed off to talk to Sasuke, leaving you two alone among the crowd. Shisui turned his attention back to you. He took a sip of his drink and casually leaned against the wall, keeping his eyes locked on you. Since you were both standing near the table full of drinks, he was a gentleman and offered you some beer. You accepted and began drinking. “So, you’re new here? Sakura’s pretty much bragged about you coming from Boston these past few weeks.” He said with a warm smile before taking a sip of his drink.
“Yeah, just moved here recently.” You say playfully but continue “, what do you want to know?” Shisui simply tilted his head to the side a little and gave you a little smirk. “Anything. Your interests, hobbies, favorite color… everything.” You take a moment to think averting his gaze and wonder back eyes when you decide to answer in order. “Interest… I like watching shows like Squid Games up to anime. Hobbies… I like to read. Favorite color? Red. Everything… that’s too broad to answer,” you say playfully earning him a wider smirk. He liked that. He chuckled at the way you responded. He couldn’t help but perk up at the mention of his favorite color. “Everything may be too broad, but that’s the point.” He said with a playful grin. “I’m an open book.” You say “, you can literally ask me anything, otherwise, I mind my own business.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at your response before nodding. He took a moment to briefly look up and down, his gaze lingering for a moment longer at your neck. “Interesting.” He commented, a small smirk growing on him. He pushed himself off the wall and took a step closer to you, his gaze at you again. “I’m guessing you wouldn’t mind me asking a personal question then?”
“That’s depends.” You say before taking another sip as you kept your gazes locked to each other. He felt it, the tension in the air. He let out an amused scoff before taking another sip. “It’s a little too personal,” he said with the same slight smirk, knowing it would be a bit too invasive. “Are you expecting anyone tonight or… seeing anyone?” You tilt your head a little before answering. “Nope, no one.” Shisui raised an eyebrow at your answer. “Oh?” He was a bit surprised that you probably weren’t seeing anyone tonight. He took another sip of his drink, never taking his eyes off you. He decided to press a little further “,Why not? You’re pretty. I’m sure you’ve got guys asking you out left and right.” You look away as you took in a deep breath, thinking of a response. When you exhaled your gaze falls back to him. “Honestly… I’m not really interested in dating anyone right now. Either way, they hardly even come up to talk to me.” Shisui was surprised by your response. He couldn’t fathom the idea why guys would not be asking you out. You were freaking gorgeous. “Really? That’s hard to believe. If they aren’t asking you out, then they’re definitely checking you out.” He spoke out before taking another drink. “I was recently told that I have a resting bitch face… which could be the reason why guys don’t talk to me.” You spoke.
He chuckled at this and took another sip before replying. “Yeah, I’ll be honest… you do have a little bit of a resting bitch face.” He said it so causally, teasing, before he took a sip of his drink. You simply pout playfully at this and caused him to smile more. “Hey sorry.” He chuckled “, I’m just teasing, but look around. Guys have been staring at you. They just haven’t had the balls to come up to talk to you.” You appreciate his compliment but only tilt your head one more. You playfully spoke up “That doesn’t make me feel any better –“
You suddenly feel someone bump into you from behind, accidently making you spill your drink on your white shirt. A frown forms on Shisui’s face when he saw this and took a step forward. “Hey, watch it man! I thought I told you to take it easy.” He said sternly, giving the other guy a glare. The person who bumped into you quickly apologized before backing away. Shisui had turned his attention back to you. “Are you okay?” He asked softly with. Concern written all over his face as he looked you over to check if you were okay though… Everyone could start to see through your white shirt now. He immediately locked his gaze with yours to avoid seeing through your shirt. Immediately spotting a rag nearby, you grab it to start to clean the stain off, even though it was pointless. You feel everyone’s eyes on you, and you try to hold in the irritation and humiliation. You knew it was completely pointless and he could sense your embarrassment, and he felt bad. The crowd around you both began to gossip. “Here let me help you –“ but you quickly interject. “Oh no it’s fine…” He taps you lightly on you arm to grab your attention and gives you a reassuring smile. “Come on, you need to get out of here before any other assholes bump into you again.” He said softly. At this point you felt your face flush full more out of embarrassment and simply agreed. Shisui nodded and began to lead you towards the stairs and up to his bedroom. When you both reach his door, he lets you walk in first. Shisui then enters, closing the door behind him.
The music was now muffled. He looked you over again, seeing the dark stain on your shirt once more. He thought for a moment before he spoke. “You should probably take that off.” He said with a casual tone, gesturing to your shirt. You immediately give him a look, taken aback by his boldness. “What… now? With you here?” He chuckled at your reaction before walking over to his dresser to search through it. “Trust me, I won’t look if you don’t want me to.” He teased. “I mean… this is my room after all.” He found a black shirt that he hasn’t worn in a while but would most definitely fit you. “Nah, I’m only joking.” He turned and started heading in your direction as he held it up for you to take. “Here. You can wear this. It’s an old shirt. I’ll just be outside…” He said as he gestured at his door. You couldn’t help but hold onto the shirt for dear life. You were grateful to have met this guy. He was different from what Sakura had described him to be. He was more modest and yet a gentleman. You take the shirt “, thank you.”
“Can you just…” You simply point towards him and make a small circular motion, suggesting him turn “, turn around.” He does what he’s told, though he was a little surprised you let him stay after all. His back was now facing you and as promised, he didn’t look in your direction, giving you some decent privacy. He simply leaned against the wall next to him and waited for you to change. In truth, it was kind of hard for him not to peek. If he had to be honest, that beer did him a favor to see how that wet shirt hugged your curves and waist. You were busty, he gave you that much. You tried to hurry when switching your top, you didn’t want to keep him waiting. You take up your wet shirt and bra as you quickly put on his T-shirt. I could tell he was a medium by the way it hung on me, not that you didn’t mind. “Okay I’m done.” He turned back to face you. He did his best to keep his eyes focused on your face. He still smiled slightly when he saw you wearing his shirt. He was right, it did fit you. It was a little too big but it made you look cute. He watched you grab the front edge of the shirt and tuck in the excessive fabric into your shorts, making it look a little better. He had to admit, seeing you in his shirt made him feel sort of… a need over you. He knew shouldn’t but he couldn’t help feeling it, you looked so sexy wearing it and he liked it.
“How do I look?” he heard you ask as you were looking at yourself through a small mirror hanging on his wall near you. He looked you up and down again, his eyes lingering over your curves a little bit too long as you ruffled your hair. He had to swallow once before speaking, trying to keep his voice steady. “You look… good.”
"Thanks again, and I promise I'll return your shirt as soon as I can… clean." His first instinct was to protest and say that he didn't mind if you kept it. It was an old shirt he hardly ever wore but… he wanted a good excuse to just see again. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get a chance to see you after tonight, even if you were Sakura’s roommate. From what he can remember from Sakura, you were busy too. He didn’t know when he’d ever get another chance. "Yeah, sure, I’d appreciate that." He said with a small nod. He wasn’t the lying type, but he really couldn’t help it. He didn't care if you kept it. He just liked it on you and wanted to see you again. He watched a smile grow on you, appreciating the gesture. You were about to turn to walk out the door.
“Hey wait.” He suddenly spoke out, stopping you in your tracks. You look back waiting for him to say whatever he needed to say. Shisui rubbed the back of his neck, not sure what to say or do. It was sort of a spur in the moment to keep you in his room a little while longer. So, he thought fuck it and just decided to go along with it. “Can I ask you something else?” He asked a bit more confidently. “Yeah anything.”
“Why’d you say earlier that you weren’t interested in dating right now?” He asked bluntly. He wanted to make sure he really didn’t cross any lines with you if you were seeing or just messing around with anyone. You stood there wondering how to phrase your answer to him. “I mean I am open at the idea, but… I mean it’s college. Most relationships don’t last long.” He gave you a soft nod as he leaned against the wall understanding what you meant. “That’s true. I don’t see any harm if you’re just hooking up with a random person. I mean I had my fair share too. Is that the kind of dating you’re into though?” He asked, raising his brow, intrigued. You simply give him a side glance before you continue looking around his room, debating to tell some truth. This made him curious, though he didn’t want to pressure you either. So, he pushed off the wall, taking a step closer to you before speaking gently. “Hey… you can be honest with me, I won’t judge. Unless you don’t want to answer…”
You didn’t why but there was something about him that Shisui that let you feel like… you. Shyly, you spoke “I don’t mind just having fun for one if that’s what you’re asking. I mean… it is college after all. Who’s going to remember. I mean we all do it, right?” He wasn’t expecting you to speak so bluntly but it didn’t surprise him either. He gave you a look over, his mind filling all sorts of thoughts. Some of those thoughts made him feel a little jealous. Other thoughts… well he just wanted to take you right there and then, but he just held back. He quickly shook his though before speaking again, his voice a bit rougher now. “And how often do you… do this?” You weren’t stupid. You got the hint. You knew where he was going with this. So, you lightly shrugged as you make yourself over and sit at the edge of his bed. “Not often actually. Only certain parties like these.” He walked over to sit next to you leaving a safe gap between you. “So just any random guy?” He asked huskily, keeping his gaze glued to you. You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “No, what kid of girl do you think I am?” you spoke playfully. He couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle before leaning in a bit closer. “Well, I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me what kind of guys you pick up at these parties?”
Raising your brows at the sudden leading question you turn the question to him. “Do you have a type when you pick up girls or is it just any random?” He raised an eyebrow caught off guard. Being curious about your answer he decided to answer honestly. You see Shisui run his hand through his hair, trying to decide how much he should really reveal without embarrassing himself. When he turned to face you, he moved a little bit closer to you until his knees touched yours. “I don’t always pick up girl but… when I do, I usually prefer dark, blonds, or even redheads. There’s no denying that. I like… shorter girls. Not short-short either, but just shorter than me. Like you. It’s … cute.”
“Awe…” you couldn’t help it, you were amused by his response which he smiled back. He continues, “I like girls with curves. Not like super curvy or anything, but definitely not super skinny. I like it when girls have some meat on their bones. In a good way, of course! It’s… attractive.” He chuckled, a little embarrassed. “Just say it! You just described me!” you proceed to playfully hit his arm. “Alright, alright. I have a thing for girls like you, happy now?” He says avoiding your gaze sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. After a moment, he turns back to you admiring his shirt on you again. They fit, a little too big but cute. “Your turn, what’s your type?”
You tilt your head a little as you look up to this ceiling, in thought. “I don’t really have one but if I had to say it then… He’d have to be very good-looking and taller than me for sure. Not 6 feet either cause that’s too much for me. Also, he needs to be fit but not too bulky either, enough to, you know, lift me up without any problem.” As he listened to your response, everything you said definitely made sense to him. Because you essentially described him too. “So… do I meet all your requirements then?”
“I guess so, yeah.” He heard you respond softly, looking straight into his eyes.
His smile wide as his eyes filled with a hint of desire and smugness. Like the idea of being the kind of guy you went for. Now that you were wearing his shirt… he continued. “Sounds to me like I am your type, huh?” He noticed how you don’t really react instead just letting your smile grow. You liked his bluntness and see how his eyes scan all over your face and down to your lips. So, you proceed with giving him a coy smile as you tilted your head a little, teasing now. His smirk only grew at this as he leaned forward trying to meet your lips now. He was closing the distance when there was a sudden pounding on his door, startling you both. You instantly pull away from him as he looked over at his door, frustrated at knowing who was on the other side of that damn door. He faced you giving you a sheepish apologetic look. Not wanting to keep his friends waiting longer just so he can get this over with, he walked over grabbing his door handle a little too aggressive as the door swung open. Standing from the other side was Naruto, obviously buzzed. He had a smug look on his face and Shisui could tell he was going to say something stupid until Naruto’s eyes landed on you sitting on the bed. You shyly looked away knowing he was starting to piece things together. “We were looking for you to start the game, but it looks like you busy, Shi.” He said as a smirk started to grow. Shisui, annoyed, gave his friend a small glare knowing his big mouth was going to blabber everything about what he saw. “Don’t. Say. A. Word.” That is all he told Naruto before Naruto shrugged lightly, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, I’ll just give you guys some privacy.” He said only for Shisui to hear before walking away.
Shisui only sighed before shutting the door and walking back to you, sitting at the same spot. “Sorry about that. My friends tend to always look for me around this time?” he spoke softly. “Why? What for?”
“To play beer pong or whatever stupid game they want.” He spoke sheepishly, averting his gaze to you. You give him another coy smile, nodding. “Ah…” There was an awkward silence now. Shisui scratched the back of his neck as you looked around again in his room. “We should probably head back down to the party. Sakura could probably start looking for me.” You spoke quietly, trying to break the tension. He tensed for a moment with his small smile slowly dropping. “Yeah, I know what you mean. Sakura can be a bit, overprotecting sometimes.” He replied. In truth he didn’t want you to leave just yet, but he slowly looked over to you while you both stood up.”
“What?” you questioned. He averted his gaze once more before looking back. “Well, I don’t really want to go back downstairs. You raised your brows, not expecting him to be straightforward. He then took a step forward to you, with intent. He liked how you wore his shirt and how close he was standing right in front of him. He wanted to kiss you so badly now. “I’d really like to stay up here with you…” You couldn’t help but let your smile grow at this. You can see the desire growing in his eyes. He was determined to spend more time with you, but you also couldn’t help but feel so at ease with him. Almost as if it was natural being near him. “Are you always this blunt to other girls who are in your room?"
He chuckled again. He liked the tone of your question. "No. I'm not like this with other girls. Just you." He said simply, his eyes showing that his words were true. He took another step forward, closing the last few inches between them. He slowly puts his hands on your waist, gently pulling you closer to him. He could see thinking carefully, noticing your hesitation. Debating within your head. He liked the fact that you were still letting him hold you instead of pulling away. He raised one of his eyebrows, as if to silently ask you what you were thinking. He wanted to ask you what was on your mind. But he also just wanted to keep you up here with him. It's just college... I probably won't see him again... right? You thought, so you get on your tip toes to reach him up even for an inch as you bring your hands over to his face and pull him down into a kiss.
He smiles as he kisses your back, pulling you against him tightly as he deepened it. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you against him tighter, wanting to hold you as close as possible. He liked how your lips felt, how you tasted, and how warm you felt against him. He wanted more, wanted to go further, wanted to show you how much he desires you.
Letting himself get lost in the kiss, his chest was pressed against yours, one of his hands now trailing down below your waist to cup your ass, giving it a slow squeeze while his tongue began to slowly work into your mouth. He wanted to taste more of you, wanted to feel you tonight...
Through your hungry kisses, he began to walk backwards, his lips still locked to yours as he slowly moved over to his bed. He sat down, bringing you down to sit on his lap. He loved having you in such close proximity. He was going to lose it soon. He wanted you so badly right now, but he also didn't want to rush or scare you... so he tried to restrain himself. At least for now.
He deepened kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth again as he began to move one of his hands up your body, moving slowly over your thigh now, wanting to feel more if your skin. Loving the feeling of your soft skin as he moved his touch from your thigh up beneath his shirt you were wearing. With your thighs straddling him like this, he couldn't help but picture a few different things he could do in this position.
Slowly moving his hand down to the front of your shorts until his fingertips brushed against the waistband of your underwear. He broke the kiss briefly and murmured against your lips. "I want you so bad right now.” He let the words fall from his lips, not caring about how desperate he sounded. It might've been a bit forward to say, but he meant it. At this point, he couldn't hold himself back any longer, wanting you right there. He returned to kiss you again, not giving you a chance to respond, his grip on your waist getting a bit firmer, as well as his other hand which was on your thigh. He began to move his hand tugging at your shorts as his other hand ran through your hair as he grabbed a fistful, pulling your head back, exposing more of that bare neck of yours. His mouth began to leave a trail of slurpy and biting down your neck lightly, in a hunger like daze as you moaned. Hearing you let out soft moans as you wrapped your arms around him. It was making him feel a number on him. He felt your arms move to his chest as you pushed him down to his back. He kept kissing and biting your neck, now giving little nips here and there. He wasn't being rough, but rather gentle now. He just wanted to see what it would feel like to slowly tease you, knowing it would drive you just as crazy as it did him. His hands moved over your thighs, running over the bare skin in between your thighs and the waistband of your underwear, wanting to feel more of you still.
"You have protection?" He stopped kissing your neck and pulled away. He could see the passion and lust in your eyes, and he smirked when you asked the blunt question. "Yeah, I've got some in that drawer." He said as he nodded on the direction by his nightstand. You I give him a small smile before leaning down to kiss him. He gestured to it and spoke quietly. "The first drawer." You slowly get off him teasingly and go to his drawer, open it. You toss it to him as soon as you find it. He caught it and gestured you back to bed. "Come here..." He spoke with soft yet desirable tone. Shisui was getting impatient now, and eager to touch you some more, to kiss you all over your body. The moment you straddle him,he flips you over to lay on your back on his bed now. He held your gaze as you lay beneath him. Being in between your legs like this, you were…
He leaned down to kiss you again, using his knees to push your legs apart some more as he began to move on top of you, his body now pressing against yours. He deepened the kiss again, now slowly starting to move against you, wanting to tease you a bit more, wanting to build up some anticipation. His hands began to move over your sides, gripping on to you tightly as his mouth moved against yours. As he grinds his hips against your body, letting you feel how badly he wanted you. He wanted to hear you moan in pleasure for him, wanted to feel your body respond to his touches. He continued to kiss down your neck and shoulders, feeling your hands go up and begin slowly removing his shirt. He let you have full control to pull it off, wanting to feel your hands on him directly, wanting to feel your skin next to his. As soon as his shirt was off, his mouth began to move back to yours, captivated by your taste. He pressed his body completely against you now, his bare chest against your still clothed one. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against his naked upper body. He was loving every minute of it.
"Shisui... I want you..." You spoke softly as soon as you parted away. Your gaze locks with his. He heard the slight need in your voice when you said you wanted him. And that was when he knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He just couldn't. Hearing you say his name like that... it was too much. He couldn’t help the corner of his lip tug a little. Eyes filling with lustful thoughts now. "God.... you’re so perfect." For a moment, the muffled music, the muffled voices from downstairs didn’t matter to either of you. Because at this moment, it was you two. Raw. His hands gripped the waistband of your shorts and underwear now, starting to pull them down your thighs. Exposing every inch of you to him.
With a raw husky tone, he softly spoke “You’re mine now.”
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