'She Got it From Her Mama'
Prologue:
Beast-Master
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"And honestly I've been thinking, a bit too much, maybe not enough.
And honestly I've been drinking, maybe not enough, I still feel too much.
I feel this crush."
"Crush" - EDEN
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"-and you're sure you don't want me to stay and give you a ride, Shizuru? It's getting pretty late. I'm sure Coach won't mind if-"
"Ara, I appreciate Boruto-kun's concern, but I'll be fine," a gentle, accented voice interrupted softly. "Please attend to your duties, I don't want you to be punished on my behalf."
The former speaker, a tall-ish blonde male with striking blue eyes, sighed in defeat. Eyeing the stack of paperwork splayed out on the desk in front of his companion, he knew without a doubt that his girlfriend would be stuck in the stuffy Student Council room for quite some time.
"Can you at least get Reito to help you? It'll go a lot quicker. You'll be out before it's too dark." he pressed.
Shizuru's eyes drifted from the documents to the boy in front of her. With his fly-away blonde locks only partially secured by a dark blue bandana, and lean body clad in a red and black tracksuit, Boruto was certainly easy on the eyes, but unbeknownst to him, that was the only thing he had going for him in Shizuru's eyes.
Uzumaki Boruto, or his preferred title, "Bolt" was arrogant, condescending and an overall jerk. His reluctance about letting her stay had nothing to do with the classic, over-protective boyfriend notion. He just wanted her all to himself so he could boast about his latest achievements as captain of the boys' basketball team, or bad-mouth his father.
That alone was something Shizuru despised, the blatant disrespect he exuded whenever the man was brought up. Uzumaki Naruto was no stranger to Shizuru for multiple reasons, the most important being that he was a very close friend and business partner to her father.
He was a man with a heart of gold and a will of fire, nicknamed the "Nine-Tails of Politics" for his contributions to not just Japan, but the world. He'd brought a lot of different people together during tough times, and his actions were still glorified to this day.
He wasn't a bad father, just busy, and didn't deserve all that backlash, especially from his own son.
"Ara, Reito has a date with Tate tonight. He needs as much time to get ready as possible. He takes longer than I do." Shizuru replied, eyes twinkling with mirth.
She didn't miss the way her boyfriend's eyes clouded with disgust at the mention of her best-friend. That was another thing Shizuru hated about him, his homophobia wasn't exactly watered down. He had a habit of making his thoughts known, regardless of the consequences some might bring.
Bolt sighed in defeat yet again. After a year of being together, he knew when his girlfriend made up her mind it was a wrap. She was as stubborn as they came.
He worked his way around the table and took her in his arms. Shizuru, with an perplexed internal sigh, brought her arms around his neck, vaguely wishing she could just squeeze…
"I'll stop by after practice," he mumbled into her hair, "maybe we could Netflix and Chill?"
Shizuru rolled her eyes hard enough to elicit a slight tendril of pain. Seriously, he hit her with this every weekend, practically begging the brunette to come to the house while his parents and little sister were out, only so they could watch a single episode of a show she didn't like before he'd try to get her to sit on the erection he'd sprout eventually.
Gross.
"Ara, I'll let you know," she said, leaning up to give him a kiss. She wasn't surprised when he took matters a bit further. Using his taller frame and superior strength, he trapped her between the desk and his body. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, large hands wandering down her exquisite curves, down to the swell of her ass, where he began groping.
Shizuru simply closed her eyes and let her mind go elsewhere.
She'd much rather be kissing someone or something else, anything but the boy before her. A dirty floor or perhaps a toilet seat seemed more appealing. Or a 5'9, heavily tattooed woman with long hair and dazzling features…
There was another reason why her boyfriend's homophobia ground her gears so extensively. She, Shizuru Fujino, the Queen of Fuuka Academy, girlfriend of the King of Fuuka, Boruto Uzumaki, was a lesbian. But there were only two people on this planet who knew that.
Reito, her best-friend who was also gay, and her previous girlfriend, the woman who had single handedly managed to destroy her.
She stiffened as the memories she buried into the deepest, darkest parts of her mind threatened to surface once more.
'No,' she told herself, 'she is dead to me. Don't go back down that road. You've come so far.'
She was effectively sprung out of her thoughts by her boyfriend's hand on her shoulder. "See ya later, babe," he mumbled dejectedly, dragging his Nike clad feet all the way to the door.
'Ah, that's much better.' Shizuru thought happily as she reached for the first document of her immaculate pile.
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It was sometime around seven when the Student Council President finally finished her paperwork for the day. She was exhausted. The wrist of her dominant writing hand ached terribly, she was starving, and to top it all off, Boruto wasn't answering his phone. Probably too busy 'cracking open a cold one with the boys' to worry about his girlfriend's well-being.
Shizuru honestly didn't care. She would much rather walk than listen to any more of his nonsense anyway. However, the way her geographical choice of living was set up, mobile transport was her only option.
'Mother is working late tonight,' she recalled her mother's earlier text. 'And…' Shizuru bit her lip as a surge of warmth spread through her lean body. Her finger ghosted over a familiar contact in her phone. The puppy emoji following the name in particular coaxed an affectionate smile.
She clicked on the phone icon and pressed the apple product to her ear. After a few rings, the call was picked up. "Already on my way," a husky voice said over the receiver, and Shizuru leaned against a wall to avoid toppling over. Her knees had suddenly gone weak.
"Ara, how did Natsuki-chan know I would be needing a ride today?"
A chuckle. Shizuru bit her lip again. "'Cause today's Friday, and you always stay late on Fridays to finish up your Student Council work so you can just focus on your regular school work over the weekend."
"I didn't know Natsuki paid so much attention to me!" It was honestly a tease, but Shizuru couldn't help the giddy smile that spread across her lips.
"B-baka! Of course! What kind of parent would I be if I didn't?"
Shizuru's heart fluttered for a couple of reasons. The first being that, even though she was not Natsuki's blood child, she had treated her and raised her as such since Natsuki came into her and her mother's lives five years ago. The second reason was because Natsuki could come off as stoic and cold, but to her loved ones, (Shizuru), she was the cutest puppy.
"Ara, I'll be out front," Shizuru said softly.
"Cool, be there in five."
The call was dropped after that, and the tawny-haired teen began gathering up her supplies with a noticeable pep in her step. A few lingering students called out respectable greetings to the Kaichou, who offered them all brilliant smiles in return.
"G-good day, Fujino-sama!" a brave soul spluttered out, his cheeks an interesting shade of crimson.
"Ara, good day, Inoichi-san." Shizuru replied sweetly.
"S-s-s-she knows my name!" he shouted, grabbing his companion by the lapels of his shirt to scream the declaration in his face. "A GODDESS, I TELL YOU." Then, he promptly fainted.
"Idiot, it's on your jersey." his friend sighed, producing a rather convenient
paper fan from his sports' bag to produce some much needed air in Inoichi's lungs.
Shizuru was showered with compliments the rest of the way out. A pretty smile graced her lips, but it was not the result of her fans' usual worship. No, it was the result of spotting a familiar black car parked in front of the school.
And a figure leaning against the hood with her arms crossed lazily. "Oi, Shizuru! Over here." Natsuki called.
"Ara, hello Natsuki-chan." Shizuru whispered softly, coming to a stop in front of her step-parent.
"'Sup, kid," the dark-haired woman flashed her step-daughter a crooked smile that, unbeknownst to her, made the younger woman weak in the knees.
"Your mom's working late tonight," she said as she opened the passenger's side door of her matte black 2017 Cadillac CTS V. "I was thinking we could head downtown for a bit after we grabbed the pup? I'm starvin'."
Shizuru felt her cheeks heat up a bit, and she stole a glance at the dark-haired woman as she made her way to the driver's side of the car. Business and sophistication looked good on Natsuki. Her position as CEO of Kruger International demanded as much.
Today she wore a deliciously form fitting white button down that had been ironed to perfection, (courtesy of Shizuru's dutiful mother), with an equally immaculate dark blue tie that matched her waist-length navy locks. She wore matching, form fitting slacks and low-rise blue suede Timberlands. Her ever present Presidential Rolex (another courtesy of her mother), demanded attention as she placed her hand on the gear shift. "The kid's probably- no scratch that, it's Friday- definitely going to press me about some ice-cream. Mint chocolate chip, right?" she directed the last bit at Shizuru, all the while gazing at her with those gorgeous, bright green eyes.
'Ikezu,' Shizuru thought with a rapidly growing smile. 'Using my own guilty pleasure against me… and my favorite flavor! Ara, why does Natsuki do this to me?' "Ara, how could I say not to such a cute puppy?"
"I-idiot!" Natsuki spluttered, tearing her gaze away from her mischievous step-daughter with enough force to break her own neck. An inviting blush crept up her creamy neck. "Geez, I sure signed up for a lot with not one, but two women who've dedicated their lives to teasing me, eh?"
A genuine laugh erupted from Shizuru's throat. "Ara, Natsuki-chan wouldn't have it any other way."
"Heh," Natsuki's features softened as she brought the demon to life. Its turbo charged engine sent wicked vibrations throughout the entire vehicle. The dark-haired woman affectionately pat the brunette's head. "Yeah, whatever." she tried to feign nonchalance, but the softness in her eyes and voice said a different story.
'Oh, Natsuki,' Shizuru thought sadly as the warm hand left her head. 'What I would give to have it… this… you… any other way.'
To be continued…
{She Got it from Her Mama}
A/U: First off, I would like to thank the big-homie, Sativaa, for agreeing to co-author this particular piece, and also for letting me use some of her own stories' elements to create it.
Please, check out her amazing work at well! Also, this was specifically written to help satisfy a rather dirty Daddy!Natsuki fetish, so sue me, so you know it's FUTA. Don't like, don't read. I hope you do though!