Red and Blue: A Colored Mess by LHatake87

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Red and Blue: A Colored Mess

by LHatake87

Standing overlooking the city from his office window, his thoughts danced over the events of the day. His damn brother announced his retirement. With that came his announcement of his replacement. The city below was in a tizzy, elated with the news, and saddened. The sun setting in the distance, the skyscrapers eclipsing the beauty it should hold. He loved his home, but part of him wanted to run away, never looking back. 

Heart heavy, he tossed his jacket over the back of his chair. He was curious if he could throw himself out the window. Would anyone care? Aside from his brother? Unlikely. He had no wife. No woman to call his own. No children. His brother was his family. Therein lies the qualm. His brother was now married, wanting to start a family with his wife. 

Rolling his sleeves, he let his mind drift to the one woman he held a soft spot for. Tie thrown to his desk, he undid a few buttons of his shirt. She was fiery and independent, part of his issue. That was wrong. She drove him insane because of the way she was. Never asking for help when she needed it. Getting angry when someone gave her help, including himself. She was- incredible. 

Her h/c hair cascaded down her body as she walked through the halls of the office. Her hips as they swayed. Her lips as she licked them before tearing into him with her verbal banter. The way she panted breathlessly after she went for a run before work. Her e/c eyes as they filled with a wondrous look when he spoke to her. They've skirted around the obvious for years, knowing the repercussions that would come. 

Curious if she would find him this evening, he scrubbed his face with his hands. Idle chatter wouldn't do him good tonight. Not with her. He was too tense. His mind needed to forget the weight that rested on his shoulders. His body needed a distraction. He knew she was there. They hadn't seen each other all day—a rare thing for the two of them. 

A soft knock made him straighten. He knew the rhythmic sound belonged to the woman who was on his mind and in his heart. "Come in," his deep voice called out. 

The large oak door creaked open, but he remained facing the city below him. Rather than standing with his arms crossed over his broad chest, he had leaned back against his- no. No longer was it his desk. Hands gripping the edge of the desk, knuckles becoming white as the realization hit him. 

Bare feet strode across the wooden floor before they met the rug. The woman stood on the opposite side of his desk. She scanned the office, boxes already littering the floor as he packed his things. A heavy sigh left her red lip. She took note of not only the state of the office but of the man as well. The jacket and tie are discarded. Even his shoes were kicked off to the side. 

Dropping her shoes in one of the large, dark leather chairs, she walked around the desk to lean against it. Her hips only an inch from his fingers. They twitched with the need to pull her to him. Her e/c cutover, the corded muscles of his forearm all too enticing for her. Crossing her arms over her chest, she moved her gaze out the window. 

"You're here awfully late," she noted, "I saw the light on in your office as I went to leave." Her voice was strained as she explained herself.

His grip flexed on the lip of the desk, "I didn't notice the time," he mused out. 

She hummed, "The all-knowing Tobirama Senju didn't notice the sun setting in the distance?" She was teasing him, causing him to smirk. 

Those dark red eyes of his fleeted over her. The white silk blouse was tucked into the red corset. The black pencil skirt was stretched to its limit on her ass. He's never told her that this was his favorite attire on her, but she knew. His thoughts were open to her, only by looking into those enchanting eyes of his. 

The city his focus again, Tobirama snickered, "Can it, Red." 

Y/n snorted, "Why do you insist upon calling me that?" The way she shook her body as if pouting only made his eyes look to her bosom again. 

"What do you see?" Y/n's eyes cut upward, following his line of sight back to the city. 

Not sure why he was asking such a dumb question, she answered, "A city that's gained a leader-"

"When you look at me," Tobirama cut her off. "What do you see when you look at me?" 

Her throat went dry. A desert was in her throat, her tongue like sandpaper. Clearing her throat, she answered calmly. Her voice was soothing to Tobirama; it always has been. "I see a strong man," she started—a soft smile on her lips, "One deserving of his new role as Hokage. But..." She moved to stand in front of him. 

Tobirama looked down, arching a brow as she glared up at him, "But?" He pushed. 

A dreary smile on her lips now, she continued, "He's tired," she glanced away, "he's allowed to be tired, everyone is." She looked back up at him. Taking a deep breath in, she continued, "He should know that he's impressive. While he might not come off as the most approachable man in the room, his heart is always in the right place. He'll always put the city first, and that's precisely what it needs. 

He should also know that his friend will stand beside him, no matter what." His eyes scrunched as she went on, "Like she always has. He doesn't have to carry any burden alone, ever." Her voice cracked slightly, "I see a man who deserves the world, but he tries to give the world to everyone else." 

"Red," Tobirama's shoulders slumped as he relaxed at her words. 

Timidly, Y/n dropped her arms to reach for his hand. His eyes watched her as one of her thumbs caressed the back of his hand. Their eyes met again, "I know this is something you've been torn about," she squeezed his hand gently, "but you're the best man for this job, Blue. I don't understand why you doubt yourself so much."

Grumbling, Tobirama said, "You're one to talk," his eyes looked back to the night skyline. 

"Do you want to know what else I see?" She stepped closer, heat radiating from her. 

Tobirama looked down as she craned her neck to peer up at him. "And what's that?" He sounded skeptical at the look in her eyes. It was one he's never seen before. 

"I see a man that won't admit to himself that he's lonely," he winced at her tone. She pursed her lips. "Sleeping with airheads gets you nothing in life, Blue. Find someone to share your life with, not just your bed." 

Tobirama yanked his hand from her, "And what are you doing?" This went sour and fast. This wasn't what he wanted or what she wanted. "Just forget it, Y/n. I need to finish packing." 

Turning away from her, he didn't see her face fall. He also didn't see as Y/n sucked in a breath, readying herself to tear into him. "Don't you walk away from me," her voice was way too calm for the storm that roared inside of her. He faltered in his steps, "You're going to stand here and listen to me. You don't get to walk away after all this time. I've- you-"She dropped her head, "I can't let you go." Her will broke. 

Turning slowly, unsure if he could handle the state she was in, Tobirama tried to school himself. "Let me go?" He scoffed, "I'm changing jobs, not dying, Red." 

Tobirama couldn't believe it. She was crying. Pretending no tears were falling from her eyes, Y/n lifted her head, "You don't need me anymore," it was like an arrow struck his heart. 

Fuck it. Fuck all the backlash that would happen. Fuck what the world would think. Fuck what their families would think. He didn't care anymore. Not after he saw the look in her eyes. Not after he heard the despair in her voice. It matched his own. His heart was hers a long time ago. And he cradled her's in the palm of his hand. 

The few feet that separated them vanished as he stormed closer. Y/n gasped, taking a half step back. When his stern grip took hold of her arms, she was yanked against him. "I've never needed you," his tone dripped with a wild desire that radiated off of him. Her face still fell, "I wanted you here with me." His eyes and tone softened. 

Throwing all caution to the wind, his thick fingers slipped into the corset. Something between a yelp and a gasp left Y/n as Tobirama ripped the fabric open. "Blue!?" She shouted. 

"Can it, Red," he taunted, "unless you want me to shut you up?" Tobirama watched her eyes dilate as a shiver passed over her. 

A shake of her head, Tobirama continued. Threading his fingers into her hair, he did something he's dreamt of doing for over a decade. They almost kissed once. Her brother interrupted them. Yelling and threatening Tobirama to never touch her again. They had agreed to put whatever it was they felt for one another behind them until today. 

His lips were rough, just as she imagined they would be. Her's were plump and soft. His tongue slipped into her wet cavern, eliciting a moan from Y/n. Pushing to her tippy toes, her fingers ran through his unruly, silver hair. Tobirama's hands moved to her blouse, ripping it just the same as her corset. Another moan left her as his hands caressed her lace-covered breast. 

Y/n's hands slid down his chest, tugging at his shirt to untuck it. The sound of his belt filled their ears as Y/n began to unhook it. Tobirama guided Y/n back, gasping as her warm skin met the cold glass. "Blue," she gasped as he pulled away. "Are you sure?" 

A mischievous smirk danced on his lips as he peeled his shirt off. Not the first time she's seen him shirtless, she let her eyes dip downward. "The little Uchiha scared to finally get a taste?" 

Her eyes narrowed, "Must it always be a challenge with you?" She snapped. Her fingers unhooked the front clasp of her bra. The shaky breath that left Tobirama threw all her doubts away. 

"You're a challenge I never want to conquer, Red" his hard chest pressed to her supple bosom. His hands caged her in as he dropped his lips to hers. "Never let anyone conquer you." He brushed his lips against hers, "And I'll deal with your brothers on Monday." 

"Monday?" She asked breathlessly. 

His rumbling chest made her knees go weak, "After tonight," his head dipped lower, teeth grazing her neck, "you're coming home with me this weekend." 

Hot kisses trailed up and down her neck, "I-I have no clothes," she wasn't really protesting; she was just curious what his argument would be. 

She could feel his smirk against the top of her breast, "I won't complain if you're naked," teeth bit down, making her bite her lip, "don't hold back now, Red." 

A harder bite and she let the broken moan fall from her lips. How she's thought about this moment time and time again. In this office. Her office. His house. Her house. A limo they've shared. A bathroom. Fuck. She's thought about this every day, it seems like. 

Y/n's fingers moved to his pants again. A hand diving in the moment the zipper was down. Tobirama almost growled as she palmed his erection through the fabric. Suddenly, he gripped her wrist and pulled it away. Y/n watched as he squatted down in front of her. His fingers were nimble as they pulled the zipper of her skirt down, letting the fabric fall to the floor. Warmth spread across her entire body as Tobirama stripped her of her final piece of clothing. 

Y/n bit her lip as the man stood back up, "No matter how many times I've dreamt of seeing you," he ripped his own shirt free from his body, "you're more exquisite than any fantasy I could ever dream of." The shirt was tossed away as he kicked out of his pants. 

"Blue," she rasped. The emotions that filled her heart coated her tongue as she spoke. 

Once his final article of clothing disappeared, he pressed his warm body against her. Y/n gasped as he back met the glass again, "Red," he teased, breath hot against her ear, "save the love for later. This is about me making sure you know who's fucking you now." 

The words were on the tip of her tongue to refute, but she never managed to say them. Something crossed between a yelp and moan left her lips as Tobirama bit down on her shoulder. The two had been in the same social circle since childhood. Tobirama has heard his fair share of "locker room talk" that involved the woman. He knew she enjoyed biting. He knew she wanted a lot of things, actually. 

His rough hands caressed her smooth skin. Every part of her was his to bend to his will—a blank canvas for him to paint as he pleased. Tobirama held her hip before his fingers teased one of her few scars. He delivered the injury that had left it. She felt his lips curve into a smirk as he kissed her neck. 

"Still can't believe you did that," she grumbled deeply. 

Tobirama chuckled, "You're the one that wanted to play with the big boys," she snorted at the memory. 

All ranging from eleven to fourteen, the Senju, Uchiha, and Hyuga siblings played in the village. Someone dared Tobirama to jump into the lake from the cliff. Everyone was hesitant, but Y/n took off to do it. Tobirama rushed into action, tackling her to the ground. As they rolled around, she was cut by something before they both plunged in the water below. 

Neither of them could dwell on the past; they were too in the moment. Lost in each other, their tongues dancing in sync with one another. Tobirama's fingers threaded into her hair, and he tugged, making her tilt her head. She would bend to his will. Whatever he asked of her would be answered without question. 

Fingers dug into the flesh of her hip as he fought the urge to take her then and there. "Blue," she murmured against his lips. Her breath giving him life all over again, "Please," she begged, "I need-"

She was cut off by his hands lifting her legs from the floor. Using the windows as leverage, he lined himself up. Lips still connected in a heated kiss, Tobirama drove himself into her dripping core. True to his word, he was unforgiving. He didn't pause to relish in the feel of her wrapped around him. He began bucking into her, hard and relentless. 

"Fuck, Red," he rasped, "better than any dream." He cooed again. 

Arms around his neck, she held him as close as she could. Kissing his neck and shoulders, she tasted the salty sweat that slicked their skin. Heavy breaths tickled her ear as he peppered her with kisses. Tobirama had wanted to take his time with her, but he was too caught up in the moment to care. He was finally making his Red: HIS. 

A scream rippled through the office as she reached her peak, high on Tobirama'smovements. Y/n fisted Tobirama's hair and yanked his head back, crashing her lips to his. He stepped away from the glass, turning around to find his desk. Pulling an arm away and breaking the kiss, he swept everything off his desk. Sitting Y/n on the edge of the desk, she laid back slowly. 

"Just like heaven," Y/n shivered at the heaviness of Tobirama's voice as it drifted to her ears. 

Gripping her hips tightly, Tobirama continued to ravish Y/n. Neither uncaring of the mess they made. Y/n arched her back, throwing her arms above her head to grip the edge of the desk. Moans, screams, and a few choice words bounced around the room. Tobirama was entranced as he watched her coming undone at his touch. 

"Blue," her voice drew out his nickname, as though she was pleading for release, "don't s-stop." 

Harder. Deeper. He held her, almost painfully, to the desk, "I'll never stop, Red." He gritted out. 

Tobirama wanted to kiss her, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was writhing there, on his desk, all because of him. A siren singing a song to ensnare him. A black widow weaving a web to capture him. An angel sent from the heavens just for him. A demon sent from the depths of hell to ruin him. 

Reaching their climax together, Y/n screamed while Tobirama let out a guttural growl. As he stilled his hips, Tobirama reached to pull Y/n up to him. His arms encircled her small frame, engulfing her in a tight embrace. He kept her close as he pulled his face away to peer down at the beauty in his arms. Brushing her hair from her face, Tobiramakissed her tenderly. 

Lips ghosting over his, Y/n whispered, "I love you, Blue." 

Hearing those words leave her lips was nothing new. She's said them time and time again to Tobirama. But to listen to them like this, Tobirama was wrapped around her finger immediately. Star crossed lovers that let every obstacle stand in their way and finally let all doubts get washed away. This was where they were meant to be, damn the consequences that came with it. 

Pulling away to hold her gaze, he cupped her cheek as he answered, "I love you, Red."

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