Red and Blue: A Colored Mess (Reader X Tobirama Senju)

Sumire

"Blue," her words were soft as her breath came in pants, "not so rough." She pleaded eagerly as she wiggled under his grasp.

Pinned to the bed beneath her soon-to-be husband, Y/n bit her lip as he tortured to the brink of overstimulation. It was one of his dirty little secrets that Y/n had learned very quickly. He loved watching her come completely undone. Y/n wasn't in the mood for it, though. She wanted sensual and soft, not hard and fast.

Sensing the man wasn't going to relinquish the reins anytime soon, Y/n fisted his mused hair tightly. Then, Tobirama growled, "Red," it was a warning tone.

"I said, not so rough," the fire in her eyes matched his. "I just wanted you to make love to me."

As Y/n let go of his hair, Tobirama flinched at her words. Had he read her wrong? Y/n wasn't usually a woman that wanted a tender touch and a soft kiss. But as he pulled away from the apex of her legs, he saw the splotched skin and sweat that coated her chest and brow.

A low sigh slipped from his lips as he bent to kiss her stomach- a motion Y/n held dear to her heart. He then kissed her chest, tasting the salty sweat that slicked her skin. Then, pressing a kiss to her cheek, Tobirama whispered, "Forgive me, Red," pulling away to gaze into her loving e/c eyes, he said, "I forget how delicate you can be."

Y/n opened her mouth to give a stern retort, but it quickly became a deep, heavy moan. Tobirama eased into her, just as she wished. Slow and deliberate motions as he moved his length in and out of her dripping slit. This was what Y/n had wanted. The closeness. The intimacy. It wasn't something that either of them tended to give the other. Being vulnerable and open wasn't something they knew how to do easily.

Soft whispers echoed throughout the night as Tobirama made love to her. Y/n matched the passion of Tobirama as she poured her soul into him. This was where she was meant to be, and she wanted to make sure he knew it. Every day. Every night. She wanted to be in his arms and his arms alone.

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The day of the wedding came, and everyone was delighted. The fall affair was one for the ages. The leaves of the tall and sprawling trees were beautiful shades of reds and oranges. The crisp air was perfect for the outdoor event. The chairs lining the lawn from the tree line to the gazebo Tobirama had built for Y/n.

The reds and blues were mixed in the most elegant way anyone had ever seen. A mess of color. It was breathtaking. Mito was the maid of honor, her and Y/n becoming closer over the years. Of course, Hashirama was the best man, while Madara and Izuna would walk Y/n down the aisle. Tobirama had offered for them to be groomsmen, but Y/n found it fitting for the small wedding party.

The bundle of roses sat in its vase, staying fresh until the moment Y/n needed them. Mito paced the room as she waited for Hashirama. She had called him, which he ignored. So, Mito sent a string of texts until she sent the one he finally replied to.

"What do you mean she's missing?" Hashirama rushed out as he swung the door open.

Mito pulled the towering man into the room and closed the door. Securing the lock, she bit her thumbnail nervously. "She said she'd be back soon," Mito rushed out, "That was almost half an hour ago."

"Fitting," Hashirama snorted, "He goes missing at my wedding, and then his bride goes missing at his." Hashirama stood straight, smoothing his vest. "She has to be somewhere in the house."

"Do you really think so?" Mito asked hopefully.

While it wasn't ideal for Y/n, the only option they had for the wedding party and reception was the Uchiha home. Tobirama had asked permission from Madara and Izuna to begin remodeling the house. The lower level was done first to make sure it was finished before the wedding. So, the upper floors were still in disarray.