WARNING: EXPLICIT ORAL SEX AND MENTIONS OF ILLEGAL CONTRABAND.


A light weight pressing atop his chest was the first thing his brain registered when his consciousness seeped back in him. Madara's eyes fluttered open and sees the light of an early morning filtering through the windows once his vision clears of blurriness. One hand comes up to his face to rub the sleep away from his eyes. That's when he finally took notice of the weight on his chest and he looks down to see a mop of pink hair resting on his pectoral.

He breathes as he moves a few strands away, showing him her forehead and closed eyelids while his other hand caressed the smooth skin of her hip that he realized he had been cradling the entire night. When was the last time he had such a restful night? An uninterrupted sleep without the stress of clan affairs and paranoia of an ambush? Then a sleepy grin graced his features at the memory of their first coupling. Good god, who would've thought that his new sugar baby could be such a vixen? He expected the pinkette to last a round or two but five? Or was it six? Apparently his kitten was holding onto as much sexual frustration as he.

No woman had lasted that long with him, much less make it so that he actually lost his mind with the torrent of passion. Get him high on sexual delights that he lost count on the times he cummed and lose sense of time entirely. Amidst his caress, Sakura shifted in her sleep, snuggling and pressing her naked body closer to his. With her arm lying across his chest, her head comes up a bit, granting him a view of her slumbering face. How could someone who looked oh so deliciously sexy and seductive last night, could look so adorable while asleep? It's almost like they didn't fucked each other's brains out.

His knuckles came up to gently caress against her cheek and Madara's heart skips a beat. Was it the sex? Was it the release of almost a year and a half of sexual deprivation? Was it the fact that he finds her more beautiful than any woman he has ever seen or had taken to bed? Whatever it was, Madara didn't have the chance to ponder as realization hit him squarely on the face. This relationship of theirs- is fake. Nothing but a contract-based relationship that basically says that he would provide her financial support while she grants him sexual gratification and companionship.

Madara's head shook at that, reminding himself as he shifted to get out of bed but stopped when he felt Sakura move. Still in her sleep, Sakura snuggled even closer to him. From under the covers, her leg that was draped over his hips scooted higher, her arm tried to hold on to as much as it could with his broad chest, and her head cuddled against his shoulder as if she belonged there, almost as if she was afraid to lose the warmth that was his body.

A small smile came with his snort as he continued to ghost his knuckles across the side of her face. It felt so different to wake up beside someone, much less wake up snuggling with them. Madara granted himself a fool's reprieve as he shifted to his side and let his arm hold her back while he buried his nose in her hair- inhaling her sweet scent amidst the faint musk of sex. He wonders what gift he should give Izuna to return the favor.

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For the first time since young bloods were reported harassing and threatening the shopkeepers under their protection in their territory, the sixth boss of the Eternal Mangekyou laughed out loud. Around him, the other members of the group- all in their appropriate seats arranged in rank (from their own young bloods who has the single tomoe pin on their collars up to the executives who possess their own mangekyou) went on in their merry way as they toasted and laughed amongst themselves. They all gathered at an inn who had served their mafia group for the last three generations, as a reward for their efforts and success in subduing and teaching those wannabe gang members, and also to welcome new young bloods who earned their sharingan and sported their first tattoos.

Madara's hand clasps Izuna's shoulder, who sat by his right, as he wipes a single tear from his eye, "Oh Izuna, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard! I didn't know you had a sense of humor!"

However, Izuna grimaces at his undesired reaction. He expected Madara to not believe or flat out refuse his proposal, but to laugh and actually think it was a joke?

"I wasn't kidding, Madara," Izuna pressed, taking his brother's hand off of his shoulder, "You need a break."

"Isn't that what we're doing as of the moment?" he extends his pinky and ring finger while holding his sake cup, gesturing to their brothers.

"I meant for you, brother. We all saw how stressed out you were for the last few months, especially since we have no choice but to avoid a turf war. When was the last time you had full eight hours of sleep?"

"I was hoping after this celebration?"

Izuna narrowed his eyes at him, growling warningly to take him seriously, "Madara…"

At that point, Madara was convinced that Izuna was definitely not joking. After all, one clear indication was that he refers to him by name instead of the usual 'brother'.

"I greatly appreciate the sentiment, Izuna, but I can't afford a vacation. The issue with the young bloods may be over but that doesn't mean our work is done," he leans in, voice toning down to a hush whisper, "I know that you've heard this rumor going around lately about some kids selling out drugs in our territory, and you know as well as I that rumors don't just come around the grapevine unless someone planted them."

Izuna frowns in understanding, whispering back to Madara, "You think it's another young blood group?"

"I doubt a group that makes up of mostly young bloods could get their hands on a single bag of drugs, unless of course they got themselves a bigger, well-versed clan backing them up."

"Have you already figured out who they are?"

"No."

"Is that why the police got their eyes on us again? They should already know that the Uchiha mafia washed their hands off of drugs completely for the last four generations."

"Yes but even those so-called 'men of justice' would be tempted to take down one of the biggest, longest-running underground factions for another medal on their clothes and a boost in payroll," Madara snorted, downing his cup before he pours himself another one, "Which is why I can't afford to sit still, Izuna. Until I make sure our faction's in the clear, make sure everyone's guns are clean or else our brothers still in jail would get into deeper shit. Once we find out who's the smartass that's trying to get fresh with us, then maybe we could test out Akasuna's new guns on them. Should be an honor for them, don't you think?"

Izuna could only sigh. Madara has a point. Disputes between territories has always been a common topic of conflict between families. However it's a different matter altogether when the ones who started threatening the people under their protection are from newly-formed groups who knew scant of how things really operate in the underground. Those wannabe mobsters thought that they could gain a couple of their own territories by using threats and bigger guns. It had been frustrating how they should keep their guns in their holsters because of the temporary armistice between the three to get rid of those pests. Since they not only offended the Uchiha, but the Senju and Hyuuga clans as well.

"Not to mention Tobirama's on the move again," Madara added and the implication easily raised a hundred questions.

Even though Hashirama was the current, accepted boss of the underground Senju faction, and many of their brothers would die for his sake, it was common knowledge that his advisor and younger brother- Tobirama, was the real brain of their system. If not for Hashirama's natural gait in leadership and talent for establishing connections, and Tobirama's own respect for his older brother, then he would've easily gained the sixth seat of the Senju group. Ergo, compared to Hashirama, Tobirama is much harder to read.

It is also common knowledge that among the families in the underground, Tobirama loathed no one more than the Uchiha.

"I understand what you're getting at, brother, but if bullets won't kill you then stress will. What was that quote on that movie you liked again? 'All work and no play makes Madara a dull boy'?"

Madara huffed in amusement, "I'm pretty sure it said a different name though. Very well, Izuna, I'll bite. Let's say I'm gonna humor you with what you want, but what could you possibly offer to tone down my stress levels while also not keeping me from needed work?"

"To be honest, I was thinking of sending you off in one of Uzushio's hundred islands for a week or two. But since you put it that way, another idea came to mind."

"And that is?"

"A woman."

Madara almost laughed, "If you think hiring a whore to service me every night-"

"I'm not talking about some prostitute, brother. She'll be a little more permanent but temporary all the same. Plus, with this type of girl, you'll be spending your money on a much better cause. You seem to be very charitable in the department of education."

He looks at him with a raised brow at the implication, "Izumi's father had done the clan great service both above and underground. He was our father's first lieutenant and his contributions rightfully earns a spot for his name to be engraved on the family plaque. Sponsoring little Izzy's studies is just a way of us returning the favor, she's also somewhat like our niece, if you follow the family tree. Besides, education should be society's greatest priority. It basically keeps the streets clean of airheads and filth that I couldn't give two shits about. But what exactly do you have in mind?"

"What are your thoughts in having a sugar baby?"

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As Sakura stirs awake, her arms further wrapped themselves around the body she clung onto for warmth. At least, that's what she thought until she woke up and realized that she was snuggling against a pillow instead. Confused, Sakura tilts her head back as she blinks slowly to take in her surroundings. The walls were a pastel cream except on one side which was made of glass leading to a small veranda with white curtains gently swaying with the morning breeze, the room was spacious with furniture she's more used to seeing at home depots, and the bed she's lying on was five times bigger than the one on her apartment.

Panic momentarily struck her until she realized that she was in bed- completely naked- and a jolt of electricity shot down her spin and into the bundle of nerves between her thighs. Cheeks tinted as her hair color, she buries her face to her pillow and rubs her thighs together. The slick of combined juices and semen had long sing dried during her sleep except for the pool still inside her. She could still feel the tingling and numbness of her nether lips and legs, amplified with the memory she had last night.

Never had she been thoroughly fucked in her entire life. Her past experiences couldn't even compare to Madara's size and girth, especially since he very well knew how to use it. Her sugar daddy took his pleasure out of her and she took her own pleasure out of him.

Sakura couldn't help but moan as she experimentally contracted her inner walls and felt how sore it was, remembering how Madara fucked her into oblivion and it felt absolutely amazing. She couldn't even remember how many times she cummed, only to lose her mind in the throes of passion before completely passing out due to exhaustion.

She turns to one side, letting her nerves fire back the neurons that had gone numb in time to see the door that led to the bathroom open up. her verdant eyes roved up and down at her sugar daddy, clad in nothing but a white towel provided by the hotel around his waist while he used another to dry his dark wild mane.

"Morning, kitten," he greeted haughtily, taking measured steps towards the bed while he continued to dry his hair. "You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to disturb you."

Pink lashes fluttered slowly at him, and she couldn't deny how she ogled the way his muscles flexed with each movement. Her hands came up to rub the sleep from her eyes as she tries to sit up, letting her back rest on the propped up pillow by the headboard before yawning cutely- unaware at how it made Madara quirk his lips.

"Did I overslept? Sorry, it's been a while since I slept on a nice bed."

"Was it really just the bed, love?" he leans in with his implication, and Sakura felt her heart double as she caught sight of her black dress splayed at the foot of the bed along with the teasing glint in his eyes. Her cheeks tinted red when she realized that the blanket fell from her chest as she sat up, exposing her modest breasts to him in broad daylight. Her hands made a move for the blanket and Madara let out a small chuckle, "No need to be modest now, love. In fact, you shouldn't be so embarrassed. You performed exemplary last night."

He leaned in to gently nibble her earlobe, and Sakura had to bite her lip to suppress a moan as he traced the shape of her ear with his tongue. However, Sakura was anything but feeble, even on a morning after a tantalizing bout of sex. So when he pulled back, she hooded her eyes suggestively at him. Her hands that looked for the blanket then fell on his thighs as she leaned in.

"You weren't so bad yourself, for an old man," she teased, pressing swollen lips along his throat.

Madara rolled his eyes but inside his spine tingled with excitement, "I thought that you agree with me that thirty-eight isn't that old."

Sakura giggled, "No. Yet here you are, in bed with the naked college student who you thoroughly fucked her brains out last night."

She lightly bit his neck, and it was Madara's turn to stifle his moan. Instead he willed his nerves for control and let his baby have her fill with showering kisses along his muscular neck until she finally pulled away. With her hands still on his thighs, Madara stared back at her full verdant eyes. The teasing and seduction melted away to show him full brightness and satisfaction- whether because of his sexual prowess or her restful sleep, he wasn't sure.

The corner of his lips quirked up in a small smile, "You're adorable, aren't you kitten?"

He pressed a kiss on her nose that made her giggle. Madara pulled away to open the nearby closet and fetch her another piece of towel. All the while, Sakura marveled at his broad back, tattoos almost hid the scratches she made on his back. She followed the trail of ink across his shoulder and onto his pecs as her daddy came back with a towel, lifting her from the bed and onto her feet.

"Go clean up, love, I'll call room service to fetch us some breakfast. Is there anything you want in particular?"

She hummed, "Some waffles and maple syrup would be nice- extra sweet? Some fruit and coffee too."

"As you wish, babygirl," he presses another kiss to her nose before turning her to the direction of the bathroom.

Sakura was by the door and was holding the knob when she stopped at her tracks to look back at him, "Uhh... daddy?"

"Yes baby?"

"I don't exactly have anything appropriate to change into for breakfast," she stated open-endedly, eyes casting on her black dress at the bed.

"Neither do I, love, but don't worry I got you something. Just go clean up, I'll be waiting for you at the dining area."


Izuna turned his head to the sound of someone tapping the car's window. Seeing the person from the other side, he nodded and scooted away a bit to give the other Uchiha room to sit in. the middle-aged man heaved out a sigh as he straightened his necktie.

"Well?" Izuna inquired with a raised brow.

Kagami heaves another sigh before running his hand through his curly locks, "We have three of them with one tomoe and another one with a mangekyou. The executive was showing our young bloods around the turf by the shopping district all morning. They were going to get some drinks at Dragon Pow and decided to go through a back alley when they saw the body. The victim was a minor, no older than seventeen, died out of overdose and was reported to be missing for more than a week. Unfortunately for our guys, the fuzz were chasing after the teen and saw them standing around him. The policed just assumed they did something and since they're known to be part of our mafia, and they didn't have any proof for their innocence, they got arrested."

"Did they fight back?"

"Almost. One of the young bloods got pissed and was about to take out his gun, but the executive stopped him on time."

"At least that's one good thing. It wouldn't do well if they complicated their case, knowingly or not," Izuna let out a breath of relief, "So I'm guessing this makes your job easier?"

The consigliere waved his hand dismissively. Normally he would keep his interactions with Madara and Izuna in appropriate respect as the boss and underboss, but that's only for the public face. Between him and the brothers, his service as an advisor to Madara since he took up the role as boss always felt more as if he was an older brother to them.

"I'll get them out in a few days. The boys have a solid alibi, but I think this case further makes us a target for the police."

Izuna nodded agreeably, mind shifting through the clues and reports they received since this whole fiasco started. Madara may be coming back to deal with these problems after the weekend with his sugar baby, but until then he will gather as much data he could to help him.

Word was spreading that a new group was looking for recruits to join their gang, and to be part of it, they would have to sell out the supply of drugs handed over to them. In the underground world, nobody could care less what another faction does to earn their money- no matter how insufferable the methods could be. However, it's an entirely different story when one faction commits their operations in another group's territory without permission, much less point the blame at them for the suspected crimes. The second boss turned the group into an infamous drug cartel during his reign, but ever since the third boss came to take over and realized the greater risks the clan would have to face in the boom of security against illegal contraband, they had decided to wash their hands completely off of the dangerous business. The mafia's main source of income ever since is through the casinos and gambling rings distributed around the country and some overseas, but nonetheless the Uchiha had maintained its powerful status.

So who was the idiot that thought they could actually get fresh with the Uchiha?

"Is there something wrong, uncle?" Izuna addressed familiarly, seeing the unease in the older man's body language.

Kagami heaves a deep sigh as he stares down at his lap, "Shisui was inside the precinct today. From what I can tell, he just got back from a sting."

Izuna blinked at his bitter smile, "Uncle, my brother and I already gave you permission to take a break and spend time with your family. The group will be fine without you for a month."

He shook his head no, "I'll get the boys out of the cellar first, and it's not that I have no confidence with you guys running the family without me. You brothers have been doing a great job, even when you have to clean up the mess your father left behind prior to the incident."

Izuna bit the inside of his cheek a little harder in reflex at the reminder of their parent's demise. It's been years since that tragedy but the scar it left behind in his spirit still stung. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves and sinks back on his chair.

"Fine, but Madara and I better not see you around the estate after you get them out."

Kagami doesn't reply except for a sincere smile, making the younger Uchiha huff as he pressed a button on the panel by his seat and speaks to the driver at the front.

"To the estate," he orders and the chauffeur replies with a 'yes boss' before the car rolled away from the alley.

"Not to the penthouse?" Kagami raised an inquisitive brow at him, knowing that Madara should be staying at the hotel as of the moment.

"He's… occupied for the entire weekend."

Kagami's brows shot up at that, followed by an amused snort, "Really? I didn't expect him to have actually taken a liking to her. Then again, she does seem like a pretty sweet girl when I came with him to oversee their contract. The question is, are you guys confident enough with her? Considering her… affiliations?"

"You oversaw the terms, why are you asking me?"

"I just made sure those terms were in fine print. You and your brother are grown men and my job is focused on the clan, not to your brother's personal vices. Though I wouldn't mind if you boys actually come to me for advice."

"Haruno-san was the one who proposed most of those terms. She was pretty specific, wasn't she? She may be close to the main family but she seems to be a woman who knows what she's doing. In fact, I think that's what got Madara interested in the first place."

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A light drizzle fell down from the clouds and fogged up the glass walls when Sakura stepped out of the bedroom, legs still a bit wobbly from being so sore. The cold that it brought was tempered down by the suite's heating system. Her ears tingled as jazz played softly between the rooms. When she reached the dining area, she stared unabashedly at Madara's chiseled pecs, wearing nothing but his trousers from the night prior as he poured their cups with freshly brewed coffee from the serving cart beside him.

"Did you greet the housekeeper with no shirt on?" she asked, walking up to the chair with a plate of waffles stacked and prepared neatly in front.

"Ahh is that why she looked ready to faint?" he wondered playfully, earning him a small laugh to which he returned.

Madara sets the coffee down with her plate as his eyes raked at her form with nothing but his maroon dress shirt on that covered just enough of her modesty below. She caught his stare along with the Cheshire grin and huffed as she jutted out her hip as she crossed her arms. The action only seemed to please him more as it accentuated the swell of her hips.

"I thought you said you had something for me to wear," she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I did, but it wouldn't be coming till after an hour or so. Don't you think this will suit you just fine for the meantime, love? I think you look more exquisite with my shirt on than the dress I gave you," he continued to stare wolfishly, eyes glinting at the small fire in her verdant depths and how his oversized shirt looked fitting on her pliant form. Almost as if he's staking a claim.

Sakura sighs as she sat herself on the chair, rolling back the long sleeves she grabbed for the knife and fork, "Fine, I'm too hungry to argue anyway."

Madara couldn't help but chuckle as he sat himself across from her, a plate of waffles was also stacked in front of him, "I'm sure you're famished. Dig in, love, there's more where that came from."

She playfully blew him a kiss before diving in her plate of food and he follows. Sakura ate her share… appropriately- for a lack of a better term. She didn't eat overly sophisticated but she didn't wolf down her food like a starving college student either. Just… normal. It seemed so trivial but Madara couldn't help but notice and appreciate that. Sakura brought about a sense of normalcy he would only usually feel around his brother- a comfortable moment that made him forget. Is this what Izuna meant? The silent comfort and basic companionship with someone other than a family member, and the sense of ease a usual bed partner couldn't give?

Even though this relationship of theirs is fake?

Her being his sugar baby aside, is it normal to feel this comfortable?

Madara pulls from his trance upon hearing her humming along the instrumental music. She chewed merrily and seemed to be in bliss, tongue darting one corner of her lips to catch a stray of maple syrup every now and then.

"You mentioned that you like listening to jazz on our first date," he started, eyes focused on her plump lips as she blew on the hot coffee before taking a sip.

Sakura hummed, "I could listen to most music, but I think the saxophone is the sexiest instrument in the world. And a country guitar is the most romantic of them all."

Dark eyes twinkled at her answer, "You have good tastes. Do you favor any particular country artist?"

"I'm actually the type that listens to songs without looking at the artist's name, except for a few exceptions that have really good music. I have a current favorite country song though."

"Ho?"

She nodded before her lips twisted into a teasing smirk behind her cup, "I think you're familiar with it, since you seem to be fond of country music too. Wasn't the genre a hit during your time?"

Madara huffed, taking a sip in his own cup of coffee, "Fine, yes it's the genre radio stations used to play on every time. Also, I spent most of my childhood in my grandparent's farm on my mother's side."

Sakura giggled before clearing her throat, she hummed for a bit till she sang the first few lines of the chorus of her favorite song. Madara felt his chest flutter at the beautiful tune. Sakura already had a nice voice- one that could entice as well as seduce him- but she could sing too?

"Die a Happy Man," he recognized, "That's indeed a good song, especially for someone in love. Tell me, are you in love, kitten? Choose your words carefully, I might get jealous."

She laughed, "Don't worry, daddy. Just because I like a song about a guy declaring his undying love to someone, doesn't mean I'm in love as well. I have some priorities I need to handle first before that."

"You're a saint, you're a goddess, the cutest, the hottest, a masterpiece," Madara recited, cheek resting on one palm and earning him a surprised, amused look from his sugar baby. Her own lips curled into a small smile at the recognition of the lyrics, to which he responded with a small smile of his own. "You really have a beautiful voice, love. Would it be too much if I ask you to sing for me?"

Her finger tapped against her lips in thought, "I usually sing only to my boys but… if my daddy wants to, then I guess I wouldn't mind."

She winked and a shiver ran up his spine. Oh she'll sing alright. She'll be singing his name too.

Madara's lips curled in anticipation, mind sifting among the ways he could make his kitten mewl, "I'll hold onto that, love."

Silence reigned over them once more as they finished off their meal. Jazz continued to play softly in the background, fitting with the rain outside the glass windows as they turned to their cups of coffee instead. At one point, Sakura's eyes shifted from her cup to her sugar daddy, and Madara felt her stare as if she was mapping out the ink drawn on his chest and arms.

"Does it bother you?" he asked testily, and Sakura blinks up at him.

She hums as she toook her sweet time to answer, all the while sipping on her cup and staring at his tattoos. Finally, she decided to stand but instead of circling the table, she decided to crawl atop it instead. Madara felt his chest flutter at her cat-like movements, finding her incredibly sexy with how she made her way towards him with ease. Their plates and utensils were long gone and back on the service cart.

Blood came rushing down south with the added sight of her bountiful cleavage. He supposed he chose a fitting name of 'kitten' for her with the way she moved. Let it be known that Uchiha are naturally superstitious people, and that cats were their most patronized animal.

She stops in front of him, sitting flat on her bum and purposely covering her most intimate spot as her hands went up to boldly trace the lines on his chest, his shoulders, and his upper arms. If she noticed the scars that were hidden under the ink, she made no comment as she continued her exploration. Her eyes focused on the twin tigers amongst a background of chrysanthemum mirroring one another on each of his pecs, leaving his abdomen clean as they bared their fangs at each other.

"I think it suits you," she said in a low tone, eyes hooded as her finger traced the body of a serpentine dragon that circled his shoulders with a backdrop of clouds, where the head could be seen on his back.

Madara blinked. There was a mix of recognition and confusion in Sakura's eyes. Does she know the meaning behind the animals drawn on his skin? Is she familiar with what it represents in the underground world? Though the meaning behind the body art has dwindled over time with modernization, the Uchiha group is just one of the few who continues to keep the tradition alive.

He placed his unfinished cup on the table and pushes it away from her gently before splaying his own hands on her thighs as he let her continue her exploration. Was there ever a time he let someone touch his tattoos so intimately? Was there even a time he let someone do this so freely?

She parts her legs for him, teasing him with only a short glimpse before the fabric of his shirt fell to cover her most intimate part. Her hands then went up to his biceps, feeling the muscle underneath as she studied the animals covering the entirety of each of his upper arms. A koi fish on the left, and a phoenix on the right, each surrounded with elements befitting their nature as well as peonies and lotuses. Compared to most tattoos nowadays, the art style on Madara's body looked old- almost traditional. It looked strangely appealing to Sakura's eyes.

She spread her fingers over his shoulder were the dragon's long body was, flexing her hands and feeling the knots of the tense muscles underneath.

"You must have had it pretty hard to settle into this sort of relationship we have. It makes me wonder how heavy the weight is that you carry on your shoulders."

Oh if only she knew the full context of those words. But Madara knew better than to answer that.

"Too heavy," he answered instead as he began unbuttoning the dress shirt, revealing more and more of her delectable skin underneath.

Ease of tension and release of frustration- were written explicitly in their contract.

"I hope I could be of service," she whispered with a sultry look before dipping her head down to plant kisses along his throat.

Madara closed his eyes and relished her sweet lips while his hands blindly caressed the skin underneath his shirt. His palms felt the sides of her thin waist, moving teasingly before they cupped her breasts. He heard her moan on his throat as his thumb circled her nipples that slowly began to harden. A smirk quirked up in his lips as he felt her push herself against him, letting his hands grope her breasts even more.

The blood that flowed down south was slowly accumulating more, and Madara could already feel his reignited cock strain against his trousers. A grunt left him when Sakura flattened her tongue along that particular spot on his neck that he liked before taking a bite. He rewarded her by pinching hard on both her nipples, and even though he felt her gasp, she kept her mouth enclosed on his skin. Instead she sucked harder, intent on leaving a mark and giving him more pleasure.

Madara's eyes shot wide open when he felt her fingers flick on his own nipples before moving away, giving him a teasing yet satisfied look. She pecked his lips before setting her palms behind her, letting him have his way with her as he continued to tug and fondle her breasts as if he was kneading soft dough. Abruptly, he stands and grasps one of her legs to circle his hip where the other soon followed. He pulls her close to him and grounds his straining erection against her bare core. Sakura moans as she tipped her head back, memories of that thick cock inside her came flooding into her mind.

When she brings her head back up, she gazes into his dark eyes- glinted with blatant lust. She would've returned the look, and purposely squirm under him to further bring his arousal, but she refrained from doing so when she saw something else in his gaze.

Loneliness.

Her lips flopped slightly open, then close, until she pressed them into a thin line. A thought came up to her that she hadn't realized since starting her rendezvous with this man. She knew what it was that he hid behind sex and physical release, but she didn't know scant how to comfort it. She has the same problem, after all. But she also knew better than to pity him. Pity is the last thing people like them ever needed. So she wraps her arms around his neck and subtly juts her lips to him in a silent request to be kissed.

Madara obliged.

Their kiss this time wasn't like the sloppy, hungry kisses they exchanged last night with. No tongue, no fast movements, just the slow dance of caressing each other's lonely lips. His hands even left her breasts to wrap around her torso and rub small circles on the small of her back. With the rain patting softly against the glass, and the sweet music of a saxophone playing in the background, it almost felt romantic for both of them.

And so they danced, they danced with wandering hands and butterfly kisses in sync with the music. with hearts beating like wingbeats and minds a blank slate as they granted themselves a fool's reprieve to just forget about everything. Forget that he was a notorious mafia boss, and forget that the man she's being intimate with was her best friend's distant uncle.

That was until the song picked up its tune, and as if hypnotized with their preferred music, they picked up their own passion and thus rekindled their sexual hunger.

"Are you still hungry, daddy?" Sakura asked with hooded eyes, and Madara's breath hitches when she grabbed an apple from a fruit basket nearby and took a bite. Her eyes never left his as she chewed seductively and let the fruit's sweet juices flow from the corner of her lips, down to her throat, and between the valley of her breasts.

She gasps when his hands suddenly fell to her rear, grabbing as much of her flesh as he could with his large hands before pulling her closer towards him to feel his hardened cock. He doesn't answer her but simply continues to stare at her, watch her eat a common fruit that suddenly became the sexiest fruit in the world with the way her mouth treated it. His eyes would follow her lips, catching a glimpse of her tongue and teeth before following the trail of juices down to her breasts. His only response to her sweet ministrations were his hands kneading her ass and the occasional grinding of his pitched tent.

When she swallowed the last bite out of her apple, Madara dove down to feast. He started with her mouth, tongue darting inside and tangled with hers in a familiar dance. He tasted the sweet nectar mixed with her saliva before parting away slowly. He gave her lips a quick peck just like she had done before trailing his lips to the corner of her mouth, then down her chin, and to her neck- where his tongue flattened along the skin to lather up the drying trail of juice.

With a gasp, Sakura's hands tangled with his dark locks and tipped her head once again to give him more room and to deliver a silent message to continue, that she was greatly enjoying his attention. Madara took this in stride and suckled on her jutted collarbones before resuming his trail down her body, lowering himself back to his chair along the way. He flicks his tongue at the center of her breasts, snuggling his face between the soft mounds like pillows before showering butterfly kisses down her stomach. Another gasp escaped his baby's lips as he licked her belly button before biting the bit of fat on her flat stomach.

Sakura playfully slaps him on the shoulder and he chuckles in response before continuing down the path. By then, Madara was sitting back on his chair, leaning a bit forward as he stares down once again on Sakura's sacred place. The hands that were on her rear came forward, with one caressing her thigh and the other, toying with her pink curls. Heat welled up to her cheeks when she felt his hot breath on her clit.

"Sweet Sakura, how could you still be think pink and adorable? I'd think after all the fucking I did to you last night, you'd be raw," he cooed at her nether lips.

"D-Don't say it like that!" she raises her voice in embarrassment, but made no move to stop him as his fingers gently traced her labia.

"Why so embarrassed, love? Your daddy's just being honest," he chuckles before experimentally licking her pussy, making her arch her back like a drawn bowstring.

Oh god could she even afford another orgasm after a mind-blowing sex?

"To answer your question, love, I am still a bit hungry. Would you feed your daddy, baby?" he asks with such a saccharine tone. She would've rolled her eyes if it weren't for the fact that he's kissing along her inner thigh, getting closer and closer but never touching where she wanted him to be.

No longer holding back, Sakura whimpers and bucks her hips, seeking friction but Madara pulls back. Sakura glares down at him but he only briefly smirks at her as he waited for her answer. Her heart doubled over, used to the action but never to the words.

"D-Do what you want with me, d-daddy," she trembles, cheeks flaring, "Just please… please don't tease me… make me cum daddy!"

His eyes twinkle at her sudden shift in tone, from embarrassment to suddenly demanding him to pleasure her. Wasn't it the other way around? Nonetheless, Madara smirked and humbly obliged.

"Whatever my baby wants," he answers and hooks his legs under her, bringing her to the edge of the table before suddenly diving down to feast on her wet core.

Sakura screams out at the sudden stimulation. Madara wasted no time and lapped at her wet lips as if he was a man deprived of water. Her hands gripped on his locks as she heaved panted breaths. Madara worked wonders all over her pussy, laving and caressing with his talented tongue all over her folds, mapping them out as he explored her entrance.

As for Madara, his spine tingled at the moment's taste of his sweet kitten. Sakura tasted divine. A perfect mix of tang and sweet, the apple juices couldn't even compare to her dripping nectar. A smirk broke out of his grin as he couldn't help but notice the puffiness of her pussy. The nether lips were slightly swollen thanks to their frenzied coupling. Of course, he noticed the way she forced her herself to walk upright when she came from the bedroom. Dear, sweet Sakura must've been really sore. And what sort of daddy would he be if he didn't take care of his babygirl?

Wanting to taste more of her natural juices as well as ease her sore flesh, Madara's hand felt its way up to her lower abdomen, caressing the skin before reaching her pink curls and with his forefinger, lightly tapped the button that was her clit. With nothing to hinder her screams, Sakura's back arch once more as she sighed in bliss. Finally, finally he touched her there.

With her scream came a wave of juices to which Madara lapped up delightedly. His finger came down to gather some of her slick before returning to her clit. The added lubricant made it infinitely easier for him to rub circles around her bundle of nerves. Jacking up her neurons and adding for fuel to the fire of her arousal.

Sakura felt helpless as she lied on her back on the hardwood of the dining table. Helpless and utterly at the mercy of the older man's ministrations as he feasted upon her like a beast. Not only was Madara's tongue so talented but it didn't take long for him to find that particular spot on her clit to weaken her floodgates and make her head thrash from side to side.

"O-Ohh… that's- mmmh! So good… right there daddy…" she panted, hands switching from caressing his scalp to tugging his hair.

The sound of his oral stimulation had grown louder, eventually drowning out the music from the stereo and all she could hear was the way he licked her fluids with hot wet enthusiasm. It hurts her pride but it fulfills her own sexual deprivation as she squirms underneath him. His large hands kept her pressed to where she was, preventing her from moving too far or buck against his mouth.

And then finally, Madara slips his tongue inside of her. The strong muscle invaded her most intimate part so effortlessly, aided by her love juice that he could insert his tongue as deep as it could inside of her. Of course, it didn't reach as deep as his cock, but the feel of it move and lave at her inner walls as if it belonged there sent her into greater heights. Madara was relentless in his assault, and it didn't help that his finger continues to press pleasurably along her button as he sucks her juices as if it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"M-Mada… Madar-aAHH!" she screamed as she felt him curl his tongue inside her and slurps.

She doesn't even want to know what could've possibly made him produce such an obscene sound.

Finally his tongue flicks her clit and it felt as if lightning actually struck her. he paid homage to her pearl like a dutiful patron. Licking, sucking, and just flat out stimulating every fiber in her being. As Sakura fell deeper and deeper in the sea of lust, she could feel her floodgates about to collapse.

"D-Daddy I… I'm gonna-mmm! Gonna cum!"

He parts from her only slightly, enough that she could feel his lips on her clit as he speaks, "Go on, love. Do it. Come to daddy, cum for me."

Madara inserted his tongue back insider her and Sakura nearly lost it. More and more, his fingers resorted from pinching her clit to focus on that spot that made her vision blur. Madara only picked up his pace, making sure to make the slick sounds of his attention louder to pleasure her ears. Sakura couldn't even fathom was going on anymore as all her senses narrowed down on the man eating out her pussy.

The slide of that pliant muscle over, against, and into her hot inner walls sent her shivering all over. It didn't take long until Sakura felt her dam completely break, and her scream of utter pleasure will forever be ringing in his ears as her juices flooded his mouth. She breathed steadily in an effort to regain her breath and steady once more her drumming heart. Her eyes shut tight as the explosion of white faded away as the numbness of her worshipped pussy made her feel the gentle licking of Madara's tongue as he drank his sweet treat.

He flattened his tongue along her pussy and up her clit in one final lick before he finally pulled away and stood. Dark eyes seared the memory of her disheveled form, panting and glowing from her orgasm with her legs spread wide open while still wearing his maroon dress shirt. She looked absolutely stunning.

With a grin, Madara bent down and kissed her sweetly. Sakura moaned at the taste of herself on his lips as she tiredly returned his kisses. Just then a buzz resonated around the suite. They ignored it at first until it came again, and again. The irritation was evident on Madara's face as he reluctantly lifted himself off of her, and Sakura couldn't help but break into a lazy grin at his displeasure for the interruption.

He gazed down at her and kissed her cheek before whispering to her ear, "Thank you for the meal, kitten."

She blushes and Madara kisses her nose before helping her sit up from the table and then on one of the chairs. He made sure to fetch her a glass of water before his frown slipped back on his face as he crossed the rooms to check on the fool who dared to interrupt him with his baby.

As for Sakura, a goofy grin was plastered on her face as she fixed her hair with her hands. If she wasn't convinced before then she was certainly convinced now.

Uchiha Madara is a sex god in the flesh.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips at the thought of tasting that said flesh.

Giggling, Sakura drank her glass of water her daddy thoughtfully gave her and soon he returned with boutique paper bags in hand. He places some on the table in front of her and prompts her to open it. Sakura noticed the different logos and somewhat recognizes the brand names at the back of her skull before shrugging it off and delved a hand inside one of the bags. Immediately, she felt soft fabric and lifts it up to find a cute yellow blouse she suspected to be just about her size.

Her eyes widened and looks inside the other bags and sure enough, she finds a pair of jeans and strappy sandals.

"Told you I'd get you something, babygirl."

Sakura shot him a look with a raised brow. Madara looks far too pleased for her taste, "So how, exactly, did you know my size?"

He continues to smile knowingly at her before turning on his heel and headed for another bathroom, but not before shooting her another grin behind his shoulder, "Get dressed, kitten. I'm going to take you out on a shopping spree and you better buy lots so that I could finally have a reason to buy you better furniture for your apartment."

Her mouth fell at his admission and was about to retort back until she saw the tattoo on his back. She was mesmerized at the sight of a black panther carrying a demon mask making up the entire expanse of his chiseled back, and the head of a dragon carrying a samurai sword between its fangs on top. Both creatures were surrounded by a sea of clouds and cherry blossoms.


SHOUTOUTS!

To 'damian' who requested a "Pussy eating session".

To 'Noir Fox' who requested "-dark mafia stuff".

Any suggestions are more than welcome and will be considered for her reading pleasure.

Meant to update include the maple syrup for the breakfast kink but I don't think even Sakura can handle that much overstimulation after rounds of sex.

Will continue depending on your responses.

Ciao~!