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Uchiha Shisui was a little screwed. Well, maybe a lot screwed, depending on who he asked.
He’d already accepted his fate as dictated by the universe: he was utterly smitten by one Haruno Sakura. So smitten in fact, that whatever poise he prided himself on having in previous relationships had utterly evaporated.
Standing in his own bathroom at 9 p.m on a Friday, staring at his reflection when a very beautiful woman was waiting for him in the living room, was not exactly how he’d imagined his night going.
But she’d kissed him, and Shisui had enjoyed it, and she’d kept kissing him, and Shisui had panicked.
Hence his current predicament.
He had Mikoto’s lecture to thank for the most part. Do NOT treat Sakura-san like another one of your conquests!
Shisui hadn’t planned to, but since then, every interaction was strained with the need to prove how serious he was about her, both to himself and to Sakura. And to Aunt Mikoto.
Fuck.
Shisui washed his face with cold water and decided that he would just have to suffer in silence. They’d only been dating for two months, but usually by now he’d be way past third base.
He hadn’t even dared to touch Sakura anywhere below the collarbones.
You are a reformed manwhore, Shisui reminded himself with a glare. Be a gentleman.
And so, he rejoined Sakura with a single minded focus to be the perfect man his aunt raised him to be.
It was not working, and he had a feeling he’d offended Sakura, or at least, really upset her. Shisui had rejected her advances in his quest to stay celibate, and now, he was regretting it dearly.
He showed up at his uncle’s place with barely a smile and a muttered hello.
“Whatever crawled up your ass?” Uncle Madara drawled.
Shisui ignored him.
“Trouble in paradise? Let me guess, sweet cheeks doesn’t wanna give it up yet, does she?”
Shisui’s hand slammed down a little too hard on the side table. “Uncle,” his brow ticked warningly. “Enough.”
“What, I just want to help!” Uncle Madara said charitably. “No one has gotten more ass than me in my prime, boy, you could stand to learn a thing or two.”
Shisui winced, his disgust undoubtedly showing on his face. “No, thanks.”
“What, you enjoy moping like a loser? I thought you liked the miss.”
“I do like her,” Shisui bristled. “I like her a lot. Which is why I’m trying to do things differently. I’m not trying to get in her pants, Uncle.”
His uncle raised a white eyebrow, looking far too amused. “Oho. Let me guess. She’s the one trying to get in your pants? I know her type, she’s a frisky lil thing. What’s the hold up then?”
“Ew, Uncle,” Shisui said mildly. “I told you I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
Uncle Madara rolled his eyes. “Poor missus. She’s probably out there trying to get railed, meanwhile you’re taking a vow of celibacy? Don’t make me laugh, boy. What happened to you?”
Shisui actually groaned. “Can we drop this?”
“Can you drop it?” his uncle shot back. “Ha! What a lame excuse to leave a pretty woman hanging. I would’ve tapped that hot ass by now.”
“Jesus Christ, Uncle,” Shisui palmed at the headache brewing behind his eyes. “Will you drop it if I say I will make a move?”
“Sure, but what do I care,” Uncle Madara said with casualness. Shisui latched onto it like a lifeline.
There was one last obstacle, technically speaking.
Aunt Mikoto would skin him alive if she found out.
“Lucky me,” Shisui muttered to himself as he went about tidying his room one last time. Aunty Mikoto was away with Uncle Fugaku on a business trip. Itachi went along, and Sasuke was staying over at Naruto’s.
Technically, nothing could go wrong.
But the maids were terrible gossip. Shisui sent them away with a lame excuse: “You deserve a break! Relax, it’s the weekend, I can survive a day on my own. In fact, why don’t you guys grab dinner? My treat!”
Sakura arrived then, clad in a tight, red dress that sent Shisui’s brain straight to the gutter.
“Wow, Sakura-chan,” he said, eyes wide. “You look stunning.”
Pleased with his reaction, Sakura had even done a little twirl, and Shisui had nearly salivated at her lithe form. Goddammit. It all felt so cheap. Should he be doing this?
It was no secret that he found Sakura attractive, beautiful, and sexy. But bedding her, as his uncle put it, filled him with a strange type of hesitation.
“Shisui?” she said tentatively, and he realised he had been quiet for most of their dinner. “Are you okay?”
Shisui caved. He told her. He told her the worries plaguing his mind. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” he’d said. “But it’s driving me insane, and I have this feeling that I’ve offended you on our last date, and you probably know Sakura-chan that I find you incredibly beautiful and attractive but I’m struggling to just—to even be —to just allow things to happen. Between us.”
Sakura stared at him. “Shisui-kun,” she eventually said, a little incredulous. “You’re not deflowering me,” she’d laughed a little. “You’re not tainting my honour. What a silly thought. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me like that.”
Hell would freeze over before Shisui let her think that. “No way , I like you in every way.”
There was that blush again, bright and endearing. “You can’t say things like that and not kiss me.”
And so Shisui kissed her, and this time, he allowed her hands to wander, even allowed himself some of that liberty.
“You’re unlike anyone I’d ever met, you know?” he confessed between sweet, wine-flavoured kisses that made his toes curl.
“What, a touch more unhinged and about thirty-percent more sleep-deprived?” she teased, earning amused chuckles for her effort.
“Something like that,” he agreed, kissing her again, and enjoying her pleased hum against his mouth. “… do you really want this?”
Sakura’s mouth brushed tempting kisses over his neck, up to his ear. “Are you really going to make me beg for it?”
The sweeping in his stomach was entirely her doing, and he bolted up with her in his arms. “Actually hold that thought,” he said and grabbed his wine glass to chug it down in a long gulp. He kissed her soon after, imparting the smoky taste of it and only letting up when she was breathless. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Sakura laughed, the sound husky and arousing. “Fine. Please take me to bed, Shisui-kun?”
She even fluttered her eyelashes, long and pretty.
It was a losing battle, he was a smitten man and she was everything.
“Anywhere you want,” he’d professed and carried her there.
Aunt Mikoto simply didn’t need to know.