For the newcomers, a lot has happened in the main posting Intern at the Akatsuki Concert hall, so without reading that you might be a bit lost.
For those not interested in reading the work that this stemmed from here is a quick summary:
Sumire is a college student with a traumatic past, orphaned at an early age, a runaway teen, an abusive, much older ex boyfriend. She finally had settled into an apartment with her friend Haruno Sakura and was excited to obtain a bachelor's in Inter media Arts. She joined the Akatsuki Stage Crew at Konoha University as an intern and spent a lot of time getting to know the members. Seemingly out of no where, Sakura closed the lease for their apartment to move in with her boyfriend Sasuke and Sumire was about to be thrown out onto the street. After an emotionally distressing evening, Sumire admitted her situation to the Akatsuki.
In this world, Kisame went to help her first.
Thanks for giving a click. Hope you enjoy it.
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CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: The beginning flashback may be difficult for some people to read. If you are sensitive to sexual content that borders on non-consensual, painful, or traumatizing, please skip short beginning scene and begin reading from 6 years later.
Something about a man's large hands made her knees weak. When he first laid her down she felt safe, carefully caressed and kneaded.
"Is this your first time?"
She nodded bashfully.
"I'll be extra gentle."
But he wasn't. She winced when he pushed in, she gritted her teeth as he thrusted, the relief of his swollen ache more important than her comfort. He rolled off her when finished asking her how it was.
"Sorry, I hurt you didn't I?"
"I'm okay." She lied.
Bathroom. I need to go to the bathroom. It hurts. Sumire limped to the bathroom, realizing that going home with this stranger had been a mistake. When she came out he was by the door.
"I thought you left. C'mon back to bed. Let's cuddle."
Cuddling with a stranger… not a stranger… his name is Hisashi. They curled up in the bed together.
"Did you think about leaving?"
"…"
"It's okay. You're nervous around me. It's okay, but you are welcome here. You can sleep over whenever you want. No strings attached."
She couldn't get away. His arms were tight around her. He kissed her forehead gently and his hands began to smooth down her waist. She felt warm. Something about a man's large hands… made her feel weak.
6 Years Later…
"Since I own a house it makes most sense for me to help her. I'd be the least inconvenienced." Kisame broke the silence, his large sharp-toothed grin plastered across his face as it always was.
"I have a spare room." Itachi looked at his partner with a determined expression.
"Right, but you also have a busy schedule. She might get in your way. Just let me take this one Itachi-san."
"Kisame."
A glare had formed on the faces of the other men.
"Why is everyone so pissed? She's not interested in me if that's what you're worried about."
The air stilled with tension. Someone had acknowledged the unspoken competition. Kisame chuckled at the intense stares being thrown at him.
"I'm the last person she'd jump into bed with. Just look at me."
"Please be kind to her." Itachi's gaze softened.
It always made him uneasy when Kisame became self-deprecating, but he had no words of consolation to provide.
"Alright, it's settled then." He rose in the slow, steady way that was natural for a large body.
"We'll strike on Friday. Everyone should head home and rest." Nagato added as the group began to rise.
X
Sumire had only gone a short distance when she heard the familiar unique voice of the large shark man.
"Kisame-sama," she spun around slowly.
"I've come to give you a ride."
Her quizzical look elicited a chuckle from him.
"Do you have a car?" she asked after a short silence.
"Nope."
"…wait, then what?"
He knelt.
"Hop on, your ride is here."
Even though her facial muscles were exhausted from her earlier harsh crying, she managed to laugh.
"You're so silly! I can't have you take me all the way to my apartment!"
"C'mon, you look tired."
She continued to laugh, wiping the remnants of her tears with the back of a slightly trembling hand.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm not down on one knee for nothing."
"Okay, thank you."
Kisame is pretty scary-looking. If Hisashi came back I think he'd piss himself and run. She wrapped her arms around his torso, barely able to touch her hands together, and pressed her body against his back. He grasped the back of her thighs and stood. She squealed then giggled as she clung to him, gazing over his shoulder at the cement six feet below. I always forget he's so dang tall. Her lips pressed to his coat unintentionally, leaving a slight tingle, and she squeezed tighter around his torso. I feel like our relationship consists of him just carrying me places.
"Don't squeeze too tight. This animal bites."
She pouted then gently nipped into the cloth covered muscle of his shoulder. She made a growling sound while thrashing from side to side. She lifted her head and hissed:
"I bite too."
So fucking cute.
He started walking down the street and she stared at the small saliva mark she made in his coat.
"I didn't realize I was carrying such a dangerous package."
"Don't you forget it!" she retorted, though blushing.
He bounced her and she yelped. Reflexively she gripped his shirt and nuzzled into his shoulder blade. I always feel so nervous with him now. He makes me feel so small, not just in size… but… as a person… I start acting all weird… and speak in a high pitch… and… do I have a crush on him? No. That's silly. I'm…
"Sumire-chan."
She rose enough that her chin was rested on his shoulder.
"Yes?"
"You can move into my place when your lease is up."
"Huh?"
"You've seen my house, you know how big it is. My guest room is free and I'm not too far from campus."
"…" I don't know.
"You can think about it. No pressure, but the door is open if you need it."
"Thank you Kisame-sama, I'll think about it."
They remained in silence for the rest of their walk home. She clung to him extra tight as he walked up the stairs to her apartment. He gently set her on her feet and she put her key in the door.
"Thank you." She glanced back at the large man looming behind her.
"Sure, call me if you need anything."
She waved to him as he walked away from her. She leaned against the door when she closed it behind her. I've never lived in a house-house before… Her tired eyes scanned the mostly empty space. This may be the only chance to be in a house-house. Being alone with Kisame-sama might not be so bad. I just have to be careful, because I'm super attracted to him… haha…
The Following Morning
A moan left her lips and she arched beneath him. His large rough hands smoothed up her torso, his wide tongue teased along her neck.
"Kisame-sama! I'm gonna come!"
The force of his thrusts had her body bouncing, the bed creaking loudly beneath them. She cried out as the euphoric heat and tension came to a climax.
X
Sumire awoke midcry, a shiver rushing down her body to the intense heat between her legs.
"Holy crap," she spoke aloud, her writhing stilled beneath the disheveled sheets.
That's the second time I've had a dream about one of my co-workers… at least it wasn't Hidan…
She sat up and brushed her hair from her face. Am I sure I want to… She let out sigh and went to the restroom to clean herself up.
As the morning progressed she had finished packing her things and stacking them in the main room. Do I have any other choice? No one else had offered and… two days now… I could always go somewhere else if I don't want to stay there anymore. Sumire took her phone from her pocket and dialed his number. After a single ring, he answered.
"Hello,"
"Kisame-sama, good morning."
"Good morning."
"…about your offer… could I…"
"Are you all packed up?"
"Yes. I just finished."
"I will be over in 10 minutes."
"Okay, thank you."
Sumire spent the next ten minutes walking through her home, double-checking that she had not left anything behind. When her doorbell rang she padded over, she repeated her morning greeting and led him into the tatami room.
"This is all?"
She nodded:
"I don't have much, haha."
He hummed then picked up multiple boxes in one smooth move.
"Are we walking or busing or…" she started to ask while lifting her duffel bag onto her shoulder.
"Car."
"…wait, you do have a car?"
"Yes. I just don't usually use it."
She followed him out the front door and saw a sports utility vehicle parked on the street.
"And it's a big one!"
He chuckled:
"Everything about me is big."
"That sounds really dirty."
Her cheeks started to burn as she gazed at his grinning face.
"Kisame-sama, stop saying dirty things."
"Does it make you nervous?"
"It's not appropriate." She was pouting.
"Sorry, didn't mean to offend you."
"I'm just kidding!" she giggled when they got to the trunk of his car. "Just don't do too much!"
"No promises."
He pinched her puffed up cheek and tugged.
"Ouch!" she tried to bite his hand.
I'm going to have a lot of fun with this girl.
Sumire set her duffel bag in the trunk. Why am I acting like this? I've never acted like this with anyone else… They walked back up the stairs and retrieved the last of her things.
"I'm going to go turn in my key."
"I'll be here."
Sumire went to the far end of the bottom floor where her landlord's apartment was. She knocked on the door and waited, shifting her feet back and forth nervously. The door opened and a middle-aged woman appeared before him.
"Sumire-chan."
Sumire bowed and offered her the room key.
"You're going already? Did you find another arrangement?"
She nodded, feeling tears appear the edges of her eyes.
"It's sad to see you go. Please take care."
"Thank you so much, for everything."
The woman nodded. She remained where she was as Sumire turned and walked away.
Kisame titled his head slightly at the small woman who was now a few feet away. Her hands were over her face, hiding the tears that were starting to fall. He placed a large hand on her head and patted gently.
"Sumire-chan."
She wiped and looked up at him slowly.
"Are you ready to go?"
She nodded. His hand dropped to cup her cheek and stroke away the remnants of a tear.
"Let's get going."
She nodded again. He opened the car door for her and she took the passenger seat. He entered the driver's seat and started the car, glancing sideways at her as she started to cry again.
"You look like you could use some ice cream."
She looked at her phone.
"It's 11 in the morning."
"The best time for ice cream."
"11 in the morning?"
"When you're upset about something."
Huh. That makes sense.
He pulled away from the curb rather quickly and proceeded down the street at a quick speed. Sumire clutched the seatbelt in her hand and nervously looked at his speedometer. He's… ten over the limit. Oh my gosh. I'm gonna die. Her heat slammed ferociously against her ribcage and she curled up in the passenger seat with her eyes wide. I'm so gonna die. He'll be fine, he's huge, his muscles will protect him. I'm. Going. To. Die. He screeched to a halt at a red light and she started to feel nauseous.
"K-Kisame-sama."
"Hmm?"
"Please… slow down…"
"We're stopped."
The light changed and they lurched forward before rushing down the street. She squeezed her limbs tighter together and shut her eyes. They stopped again after a few blocks.
"I'm gonna throw up…" she let out a tiny burp and her stomach started to turn.
"Wouldn't be the first time…"
"Kisame-sama, please."
"You're such a nervous girl."
Her hand covered her mouth and she turned her tear-filled gaze to him. She spoke to him in a weak, muffled voice:
"I can't take it…"
He felt heat rush to his face and blood rush to his groin. He returned his attention to driving, this time at the speed limit, turning calmly down one street to another. Sumire wiped her mouth, though nothing was dripping from it, and gently rubbed her stomach. The nausea settled just as they were pulling into a small parking structure. Once they parked she giddily leapt onto the pavement and followed the large man into a soft serve ice cream shot.
I complained, but I love sweets. I love sweets so much.
She gazed at the menu her eyes large with excitement.
"I thought you were nauseous."
"It's gone now!"
She giggled and went to the cashier to order. After paying she turned around and found a seat in the corner while he ordered. As she sat and licked at the tower of green tea soft serve she heard a few whispers behind her.
"So weird."
"I know…"
Sumire quietly occupied herself with her ice cream while listening to conversation unfold behind her.
"Have you ever seen someone like that before?"
"No, never."
"Yeesh. Talk about a face only a mother would love."
Sumire paused and followed their line of gaze to the shark man still at the counter. Hey. Wait a second. No. They continued to whisper and she knitted her eyebrows. She glared at them as harshly as she could, waiting for them to notice. One of them did and immediately became embarrassed. They quickly left the shop, Sumire still following them with her angry eyes. Yeah! Run away!
"Do you not like your ice cream?"
A large body appeared in front of her, now sitting in the seat across from her. She shook her head quickly:
"It's delicious. I'm happy. Thank you for bringing me here!'
She showed him a large smile and dug into treat eagerly. How dare they be so rude! Her expression turned slightly pensive as she licked at the sweet and slightly herbal flavored ice cream. Even if you think things like that it's so rude to actually say them aloud, you could really hurt someone's feelings and for no reason! Humph. She looked up at the man in front of her and saw his large tongue slide up against the width of the vanilla soft serve. Her face flushed. No. Stop. No dirty thoughts. Stop. Sumire. STOP. She bit into her dessert and winced. A pain rushed through her skull and she put a hand to her head.
"Owe."
"Brain freeze?"
She nodded slightly, still wincing from the pain.
"Put your tongue on the roof of your mouth."
She did as he said, but still asked:
"How iz dat upposed ooh elp?"
"Warms the blood vessels faster."
"…whoa. It worked."
She dropped her tongue when she felt the pain lessening then disappearing all together. He studied her face as he took another lick of his own dessert. He saw her nervously looking away from him and he resisted the urge to grin.
"S-so… how does it work again?"
"The blood veins in the roof of your mouth constrict when they get cold. The pain is from your blood returning to the veins quickly, forcing them to widen. Your tongue warms up faster than the rest of your mouth, so putting it on the roof helps the vessels warm up."
"Oh. So science-y."
"I'm an encyclopedia of random facts."
She giggled, still trying not to look directly at him. Soon they finished their treats and headed back to his car. Kisame noticed how quiet she was being. He had a feeling something was bothering her, but he was more interested in watching her internal battles in her facial expressions. He found them endlessly amusing.
X
When they finally arrived at his home, after a turbulent drive, Sumire stumbled from the car and gasped for air. Sweet, wonderful ground, how I missed you.
"You're overreacting." He said with a chuckled.
He unlocked the trunk and picked up a couple of boxes. She gathered her bearings then assisted him with carrying her items to his guest room. The inside of Kisame's home was exactly as she remembered. To the immediate right was a large living room with a couch, television, and shelves of neatly organized game systems. To the left was a large kitchen with smooth grey countertops and a small island in the middle of it. The hall was long and filled with multiple doors only two of which she was familiar with.
She focused on unpacking her clothing and placing into the various drawers of the large dark brown dresser in her new room. Kisame disappeared somewhere in his home. As she finished she heard the television turning on. She curiously entered the living room and found him seated on his couch with a remote in his hand.
"What are you watching?"
"I was thinking of playing a game, but I don't know which one."
"What do you have?"
He pointed to bookcase that was filled with plastic cases instead of books.
"Any."
She padded over and titled her head as she read the titles. Her hands clasped loosely behind her back. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, as she read, not entirely paying attention to what she was reading, but not wanting to leave the room. Kisame continued to study her, her small figure, the light swishing of her long dark hair and she moved. Her arms were slender, her skin so soft looking.
"The newest are at the top." He said, not prying his thoughts away from the form he was taking in.
"What's… the walking dead?"
"Zombie game. Want to play it?"
"Is it hard?"
"Not really, just a little intense."
She plucked the case from shelf.
"It's single player." She pouted at the case.
"It's fine, I've played through it before. I don't mind watching you."
"…are you sure?" she turned to him slightly.
"Yeah, put it in the Xbox One."
"Which one is that?"
"Top left, has a circle with an 'x' on the front."
"This one?" she pointed to a black device.
"Yup."
She tapped what she assumed was the power button and put in the game. She grabbed the controller from the top of the device and sat down on the couch beside him.
"This game is pretty heartbreaking. Are you sure you can handle it?" he teased.
"I think I'll be fine. It's just a game."
"Want to make a bet?"
"What kind of bet?" she glared at him suspiciously.
"I bet that you'll cry like a baby by the end of the game." He was finally grinning again.
"Well I bet that I don't!"
"And if you do…"
"…and if I do what…"
"You have to cook dinner for me."
She started to laugh.
"I don't mind cooking dinner for you!"
The game started to load.
"You think of a better bet while I kick this games' ass."
"Yes, ma'am."