WARNING: Smutty chapter.

There was a blatant skip in his step as Hashirama exited the elevators with his bemused wife in tow, and shadowed by a couple of his guards. He had a preppy mood that would deter anyone from suspecting that he's the leader of one of the most feared crime syndicates of the century. Hashirama smiled widely and greeted hotel staff and guests he happened to pass by as he made his way to the VIP lounge for breakfast. Anyone could mistakenly guess that his happy mood may have been because it was the day of the festival.

"Ah! Tobirama!" he exclaimed by the door. The shock of white, messy hair was not difficult to find amongst the sea of brunettes and redheads.

Tobirama automatically straightened in his seat as he fought off a cringe upon hearing the obnoxious voice. Joined with him on the table was Toka and the older Senju could only shake her head in sympathy for him. Leave it to Hashirama to throw away shame and dignity whenever something really amused him.

"Beautiful day, isn't it?" Hashirama greeted and Tobirama and Toka greeted back albeit less enthusiastically. However, as if he just realized something, the Senju mafia boss' mood significantly dampened, "What's this? Where's Ms. Haruno?"

He looked expectantly at his younger brother but Tobirama kept his head down. Meanwhile Toka exchanged pleasantries with Kushina as she sat next to her.

As usual though, Hashirama assumed- considering the kind of person Tobirama was- and gave him an amused, sympathetic look as he wrapped an arm around the stiff albino. He tutted, "Tobi, Tobi, Tobi. You shouldn't expect things to happen so smoothly like a rom-com movie just because your first date was successful. Don't you say it all the time that the first to act shall yield the best results? You know women love an assertive man. Is it so hard to go to Ms. Haruno's room and ask her to bre-"

"She's gone."

Hashirama blinked, "Sorry?"

At that point Tobirama shot him a glare but his ears were as red as can be, "Sakura's not here anymore."

"W-What do mean she's gone?! What did you do to her?!"

"I didn't do anything to her, you fool!" Tobirama snapped. At least the lounge was reserved only for the Senju mafia and their caporegime.

"Ms. Haruno left early this morning, Hashirama," Toka supplied as she nonchalantly continued to eat, "Tobirama just told me what happened."

"But why?" Hashirama looked back at Tobirama, "She left earlier? But you guys came back late!"

Tobirama reared his head back a bit at his revelation. He narrowed his eyes, "How did you know that? No, don't answer that. I don't want to know."

"So… what? She just left?" he pressed. "Where did she go?"

Unfortunately, his query was met with shaking heads and shrugging shoulders.

"Well, you at least asked for her number last night, right?"

This time though, Tobirama didn't bother to be subtle with how he flinched at Hashirama's words. As fun of a time he had with Sakura; he was just too absorbed in the moment that he honestly forgot to ask for her number. Such a basic thing and he forgot! The realization came to him last night but he thought he might have the chance to get it the next day. Unfortunately. For some god-knows-what reason, Sakura checked out an hour before he was even able to knock on her door.

"Oh Tobirama," Hashirama whined at the silence and as comical as it was, slapped his hand on his forehead. He put so much effort in making sure Tobirama wouldn't notice the set up before she stepped foot on stage.

Hmm... maybe he can ask Toka to get her contacts? Yes! That would be a wonderful gift to Tobirama for the holidays! He hardly asks for anything anyway.

Snow crunched beneath heavy boots and frosted breath escaped from shilled lips. Five bodies were thrown in the heart of an unknown forest. As one struggled to rid the painful cuffs over wrists and sacks where a gag was placed between teeth underneath, another shivered not out of cold but of fear, the other whimpered cries, and the fourth and fifth knelt deadly still.

Madara patted the head of one of the dogs that came with them. Five in total all trained to carry the orders of their boss and bred with the best noses. He lifted two fingers with his right hand and the soldiers positioned themselves at the backs of the kneeling bodies. At the drop of his hand the soldiers untied the prisoners of their restraints. Fear of the gravest kind painted their faces as all five pairs looked at Madara like he was death himself.

From the inner pocket of his coat, Madara took out a golden pocket watch, "Gentlemen, your thirty seconds starts… now."

Five bodies immediately dashed away from the gathered mafia into the never-ending snow and pine with nothing but the clothes they had on their back.

Madara's entourage was as silent as the winter air as they waited for his signal. The second he concluded that time was up, he casually tucked the pocket watch and said-

"Fetch."

The five hulking dogs began sprinting off at the direction of their captives followed by his soldiers. Their aggressive growls sounded all the more menacing in the empty winter forest. It wasn't long till desperate, blood-curdling screams were heard in the distance followed by rounds of consecutive gunshots that sent crows flying off to the air.

Frosted air came from Madara's sigh before turning his heel and headed to the direction of the tree lines where the mafia cars and vans were parked. He stopped for a moment to lay a hand on the caporegime in charge.

"I trust that your men will clean this up," it wasn't a question more like a fact.

The Uchiha capo nodded his head confidently, "Yes sir. I'll make sure to send them to Mr. Tachibana with a red bow."

"Good," he nodded to his youngest capo, "Oh and make sure to send some raw fish* to their gang leader. After you're all done, I want you all to go back to your families immediately and celebrate the holidays."

Ruthless, blood-stained handed dogs they are to the Uchiha Mafia, both soldiers and capos present smiled brightly at the generous early leave. No one values family more than Uchiha Madara.

"Yes! Thank you, sir!" they bowed waist deep in respect and devotion.

With a nod, Madara left his men and headed straight back to the estate. There's never any rest for the weary even on the most joyous time of the year. Those rapists he sent the dogs to should be lucky he let them off easy. After all, castrating them wouldn't be enough for what they've done to his client's daughter. Sending a warning to their gang leader is also him pulling back his punches. If this happened a few years ago, he would've already sent a squadron to take care of their gang without hesitation.

My… Surely, he hasn't grown soft?

Once back at the estate, Madara pilfered through his capo and soldiers about jobs and their clients. He wants to send them all back to their families and spent as much time as they can after all. It's the least he could do for his devoted and loyal men. Those who were orphaned, abandoned, and knew no family other than the mafia are left at the estate and branch offices for them to protect and watch. He also made sure to give them all and their families obligatory gifts.

A man feared is a man scorned by his own men behind his back. So, it goes to saying that Madara would rather be a man respected and have men who will die for him willingly.

Plus, he wants to make sure that no work will come in the way of his alone time with Sakura.

"Izuna?" his onyx eyes narrowed dangerously at his brother slumped over the couch of his office rubbing vigorously at his eyes.

After hearing his voice, Izuna stopped rubbing his eyes and made a casual wave, "Welcome back, brother."

Madara's eyes narrowed at the sight of slightly red eyes. When he approached, he flicked Izuna's forehead squarely between the brows.

"OW! What the hell was that for?!"

"For letting yourself catch something. Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You look like you caught yourself some sort of conjunctivitis."

"I didn't catch anything," he bit back. "I'm completely fine."

The older Uchiha brother however, wasn't convinced as he nodded his head sarcastically at Izuna, "Sure, you are," he motioned to his consiglieres and capos, "All instructions have been given to you before the start of the holidays so I expect all of you to do your parts efficiently. As usual, deliver reports to me the moment you are finished and make sure to enjoy this year's holiday with your friends and families. For now, you are all dismissed."

As they were all trained and practiced to do, the members of the top brass of the Uchiha mafia, except the boss himself, stood and bowed their heads low at their proclaimed eldest brother, leader, and father, and shouted thank you in unison almost in reverence. Even Izuna.

The younger Uchiha brother asked once the rest finally left the office, "Are we going back together, brother?"

"Not this time," Madara answered almost immediately that caused his brother to frown, "I still have things to take care of in my end. I have a reputation to uphold between the other mafia bosses after all."

At that, Izuna nodded in understanding. Madara was never one to submit, heck he never even lowered his head to other mafia bosses no matter how powerful they are. Madara would be damned before he lets himself submit to the control of another. No, he made sure that the others would see him not as the orphaned, newly minted boss of a prominent mafia but as their equal in every power, maybe even more.

"Alright, I'll hear from you when you're done, okay?" Izuna walked to the door, "See you later, Madara."

"You too, Izuna," he waved back just as he closed the door behind him.

As for Madara, what he said wasn't exactly a lie. He always made sure to greet and send gifts, and future prosperous well-wishes to the other mafia boss he's in good terms with. The only catch however, is that he's already done that a week ago while everyone else was too busy for their annual end-of-the-year status update.

Afterall, he did promise his baby girl that they'll be spending the holidays and New Year's together.

Sakura blew off the steam that came from her fresh mug of hot cocoa and marshmallows as she sat on the bench at the park near the University with her weeks-worth of luggage in tow. The morning winter air had been pleasant since she left the hotel. She could always count on Naruto to get her a cab. It's the only time she could get that ball of sunshine to get up so early. Even though he obviously wanted her to stay longer, for his sanity's sake, she's just thankful that Naruto's overprotectiveness in regards to a certain family 'making the moves on her' didn't compel him to ask why she's leaving so soon.

Though it does make her wonder why he's, for lack of a better word- edgier? Towards the Senju family. Maybe it's because of the age difference between her and Tobirama? If so, then she just can't imagine how he'll react if he finds out she's in a sugar relationship with a man nearly two decades her senior.

That is IF he finds out.

As she took careful sips from her hot beverage, she spotted a tall figure by the end of the gravel path and can't help the flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the sight. When Madara caught her eyes, he doubled his steps until he was in front of her. His muscular frame covered from head to toe with warm layers.

"Hi," he greeted.

"Hey," she placed down her cup on her lap with a smile on her face.

Madara chuckled before taking the liberty of sitting beside her. His warmth that exuded from his thick parka, and the faint masculine scent of his, was so riveting; Sakura scooched herself closer to his side till there was literally no space left between them. A large arm wound around her head, down her shoulders, and skimmed the edge of her breast teasingly before hooking around her waist to pull her impossibly closer.

"Madara?" Sakura gasped lightly when his face drew near. Instead of the pair of lips she expected on hers, Madara procured a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped around her top lip.

"You have a chocolate moustache, Sakura," he laughed lightly.

She felt her entire face warm at the streaks of chocolate from his handkerchief, "O-Oh! Sorry… I thought you were going to-"

She stopped herself as she reflexively chewed on her bottom lip, and soon Madara's hand was free and tipped her chin up to meet his smoldering dark eyes.

"You thought I was going to what?" he asked with a smirk.

Her face felt even hotter at what he's asking of her. What the hell is she even embarrassed for? She's already slept with the man and exploited their kinks to each other. How's asking to be kissed any harder?

But then again, she couldn't find her will to answer as she felt his thumb trace her lower lip. Slowly, sensually, suggestively, and she just sat there with slightly parted lips while her heart thudded wildly in her chest.

Sakura closed her eyes in time of his lips on hers. The first one was chaste, almost like a shy greeting, but then he kissed her again and this time it felt welcoming. Madara's full lips were pressed against her slightly parted ones and Sakura couldn't help the moan in her throat at the feel of those sinful lips of his. When Madara parted for a few centimeters, she almost protested vocally until she felt his tongue prodding her small opening. She didn't need to think twice and soon, Madara molded his mouth with hers and their tongues encircled within the connected caverns of their mouths like a dance.

She couldn't remember whether she placed her cup to the side, or if it fell on their feet, but she couldn't care less at the moment as she brought her hands up to his chest, and around his neck. They continued on like this for quite some time. Just wrapped in each other's arms and sharing the sweet taste of hot chocolate between their mouths as their tongues coiled and licked one another. The part of Sakura that was still somewhat sane realized that Madara didn't try to dominate her like he's always done.

He's often sweet with foreplays but eventually becomes rough and hungry with her like the dom he was.

Not that she's complaining.

It's… nice, in a way that it almost made her forget that they have absolutely no real relationship.

"I missed you," he whispered in between kisses and Sakura felt her naïve heart throb hard because he sounded so real. As if he missed her as Haruno Sakura, and not the sugar baby he hired.

Another moan escaped her throat when she felt a hand give a gentle squeeze around one of her breasts. Sakura retaliated by sucking onto Madara's lower lip, but this only amused her sugar daddy as she felt him smirk and continue to squeeze her breast.

"Nngh… Madara," she chided half-heartedly when she couldn't take it and let go.

"Sorry, kitten. I couldn't help it," Madara chuckled and pecked her nose, before he leaned in again to whisper huskily into her ear, "but if we don't stop now, I might just take you out here in the open."

As arousing as it was to feel his teeth nibble at her earlobe and entertain the idea of a bit of exhibitionism (she had to mentally kick herself for that), Sakura pulled away and stood on her feet. Her cup of chocolate which she soon discovered she had casted to the side while in the haze of their make-out session, was once again in the safety of her palms.

"I think we should get going. Wouldn't want to waste precious daylight now, huh Daddy?" she hoped the warmth she felt on her face wasn't visible.

Madara let out a light laugh as he stood and grabbed the handles of her suitcase trolleys (both brand new, of course), "You're right, baby. That is, of course you-?"

"Nope!" Sakura quipped, downed her beverage, grabbed the rest of her travel bags and proceeded to walk to the direction he came from while Madara just followed with an amused smirk on his face.

The familiar 4x4 came into view immediately in the empty parking lot and she let Madara take her luggage to stow away in the trunk whereas he instructed her to get comfortable in her passenger seat. Once settled, Madara joined her at the driver's side. He barely snapped his seatbelt on when Sakura pulled herself up to give her sugar daddy a full kiss on the lips. Effectively catching him by surprise.

"I missed you too."

He smiled.

Their road trip experience was something she didn't expect.

When Madara said that he wanted to spend time with her in his house, she expected it to be at some golden district or a village for the ridiculously wealthy. Instead, Madara drove them to the skyway that would lead them outside the city. When she asked about it, Madara just told her it's a secret and asked her to trust him.

Of course, she did.

On the way, she turned on his radio/stereo out of boredom. Sakura tweaked around the knobs until she settled on the local FM radio station. When she was a kid, her parents used listen to the radio and it sort of grew on her as well. The DJ talked mostly about the messages he received from listeners, reprimanding jokingly about their mostly love-struck and broken-hearted stories. Though Sakura was no expert in romance, she couldn't help react on some of them. Even Madara provided his own comments. Eventually the DJ started accepting request songs. The first request was a timeless classic that Sakura was very familiar with. In the beginning she only hummed along the tune while looking at the passing scenery through the window of her door side until she finally gave in halfway through the song and started singing. What's surprising though, was when Madara began to sing as well.

There was a streak of red across his face when he confessed that it was one of his favorite songs.

.

"Sakura? Wake up, baby."

Sakura realized too late that she had fallen asleep some time during the ride until she felt Madara gently shake her shoulder. Well, between her date with Tobirama and waking up early to go home to pay respects to her parents before going on this holiday vacation, she was certainly in need of sleep.

"Sorry. How long was I out?" she yawned as she stretched her sore limbs. At some point, Madara had lowered her seat to an almost-supine position.

There was an amused smile on his face when he answered, "Not long but don't worry. I hope you slept well. Though I didn't want to disturb you, but we're already here."

A lazy grin pulled at her lips before she draped her slender arms over muscular shoulders. Like the adorable, needy kitten he called her to be (and also due to a bit of drowsiness), Sakura half-stretched herself up and half-pulled him down to her level.

"Will you take me somewhere comfy?" she mewled playfully at him.

The smile he had turned teasingly as he placed a large hand on her hip and caressed her milky thighs under her pants, "Well, I do intend to spoil you senseless, Sa-ku-raaa."

The way he purred her name sparked a trail down her spine and kindled the spot between her legs. Not wanting to be beaten, Sakura pressed her cheek to his as she nibbled his earlobe, "I look forward to it then, 'cause I have a gift that I know you'll love to unwrap."

She made a daring lick of his ear to which she felt him stiffen.

"You little minx," Madara responded with a low growl followed by a generous grope of her rear. Sakura eeped in surprise but before she could retaliate, Madara pulled back and gave a quick peck to her nose, "Come on. The sooner we get settled, the sooner we can make up on lost time."

With a nod of her blushing face, Sakura let herself out of the car.

While Madara rounded to fetch his things, Sakura made a quick scan of Madara's hometown. It certainly wasn't anything she expected. A cul-de-sac is a far cry from what she expected from her rich employer. Not that she's complaining. She's never one to be a snob brat.

"Need help with anything?" she asked when she went to the back of car.

"I got most of them," he said while he hoisted a big travel bag she didn't recognize. Probably his. "You can take the others."

Sakura nodded and reached for the few bags at the back of the trunk. It's only when she fell into step with him that she realized Madara had taken the heavy ones to carry for himself. She would've protested but Madara had just jammed his key on the front door's lock and ushered her inside.

They dropped their luggage the second they entered the foyer. Madara switched on the lights at the side of the door.

"Welcome to my home, Sakura," he announced, "You can use the guest slippers for now. Do make yourself at home."

There's something in the way Madara welcomed her to his house that made it feel a bit personal… but thinking that it might just be her being tired from the long trip, Sakura just smiled and thanked him.

Once out of her knee-high boots and winter jacket, sakura crossed the front hall to peek through the open arches. She saw a spacious living room with plush couches and a fireplace at the center. There're a set of pictures both hung by the hearth and in picture frames. Though she couldn't see them clearly from where she stood. As much as she was curious of Madara's background, she's not rude enough to just barge in so casually even if he wouldn't mind. Across the hall is a dining hall and kitchen separated only by a row of kitchen counters.

"Disappointed?" his sudden inquiry nearly made her jump. Madara had forgone his parka and the sight of his muscle's contours outlined under his sweater-vest nearly made her salivate, "It's not exactly like the suites you're used to, huh?"

Sakura blinked herself to reality, "Honestly, I don't think I'll ever get used to those suites. It's unexpected but I'm not complaining. The neighborhood seems nice and I the house is just fine. I think it's lovely."

He smiled back at her smile as he approached her. His large, ungloved hands were warm through her own red turtleneck.

Her back was kept turned as he leaned in to her ear, "I'm glad to hear that. My brother and I are constantly away for work so this house is empty most of the time, but we do hire a caretaker to keep things tidy just in case whenever he choose to come back. The neighbors are nice enough and I like the peace and quiet that comes with it. Think of it as an oasis for us."

"And…" she half-turned her head to him, "You would just let a stranger know about your oasis? Does that also mean your brother will be with us for the holiday?"

A shiver ran up her spine the second he began running up his hands up and down her sides. Skimming subtly and tightly whenever it came up to the underside of her breasts or on the swell of her hips.

"Izuna and I have already celebrated on my birthday. Why? Would you like an audience, kitten?" his hot breath fanned over her right ear. The huskiness and blatant implication he's portraying by the smirk on his face and the stroke of his hands on her body only left room for her decion.

"Can you tour me around your oasis…." She drawled as she sensually turned around his arms and drape her hands around his neck again. Her lithe hands tugged back slightly on his dark mane, "after we unpack?"

"Yeah…" Madara groaned almost animalistically and that alone set the fire burning between her thighs, "after we unpack."

Their lips pressed together at the next second. Rough and desperate with teeth clacking until their tongues found each other and entwined so familiarly like long lost lovers. Next thing she knew, she was carried like a bride up the stairs and onto the cushions of a soft mattress with her clothes thrown away.

Completely unaware of the call she got from Sasuke.

Madara ripped her lingerie.

Literally ripped the sexy, provocating material without remorse.

She expected- no, she knew that they'd jump one another the second they got the chance. She prepared herself enough for it at least. As embarrassing as it was for her to receive sets of lingerie at her doorstep the first time, she had at least appreciated some of them when she tried them on.

Unfortunately, Madara ripped her favorite one.

Oh well, she brought more with her anyway. If she could just make a quick trip downstairs where her lugga-

"Ahhmmm… Ma-Mada-raaaa," Sakura keened at the enthusiastic foray of tongue on her clit. It both further aroused and frustrated her at the same time because as delicious as it felt to have her pearl literally licked and- oh god- sucked, the two fingers he had lodged into her sopping cunt is not doing anything!

Instead of feeling pleasure for having a part of her sugar daddy inside her (finally), she felt her inner walls itch with the tease of being acknowledged but not stimulated. When she gathered her strength to gyrate her hips for any friction, Madara's large hand on her stomach pushed her down.

"Daddy… pleaseee…" she gasped as he pressed down harder. A warning growl was her only answer but instead of instilling obedience, it turned her on even more.

It seemed that seeing the rest of the house will have to wait a while longer. A really, really while longer.

With unbridled lust, they did a quickie on the bed and thus Sakura earned herself a new batch of love bites on her shoulders. Though she had full intentions of doing her part and have the man succumb to her for once, she found that she didn't mind being dominated. Especially if her bed partner is a strapping, muscled, adoringly handsome man like Madara. The fact that he's more than a decade older than her only adds spice in this dom and sub play of theirs.

She thought that she'd get that chance after that quickie but when she was midway showering herself clean in the adjoining bathroom, Madara walled her in between the tiles and his broad pecs as he entered her again. Needless to say they didn't do any bathing afterwards either because by the time Sakura had come down from her pleasurable high, Madara was building up a new one via his face wedged between her legs.

Ohhh!

Sakura lost the will to control her body the more he teased and paid homage to her sensitive pearl at the same time. She also didn't know whether to breathe or moan anymore.

Determined and eager to elicit more of such wonderful sounds from her, Madara inserted another finger inside her sensitive pussy and gave her the stimulation she had been wordlessly begging for the last few minutes… or was it hours? He wasn't sure. They weren't counting anyway.

"Oh yes! Right there! Just like thaaat- Ahhh!"

It felt like her breath had been knocked out of her lungs when he pressed at that particular spot he had come to know very, very well. When she arched her back, Madara didn't stop her and instead held her back up as he moved on to just sucking on her clit while his fingers wiggled inside her.

"Cum."

It was an order and Sakura was more than happy to oblige.

That sweet release always felt like a final wave swept her into the vast ocean and those same waves ripple down to settle her back to the beach. Caressed lovingly by the white sand and warm sun.

.

His spine ticked at the way Sakura stared at him with half-lidded eyes as he sucked on his digits soaked and dripping to the elbow with her love juice, before that same hand worked its way down to grasp his cock, long hard and rearing to go again before he even started eating her out.

Madara didn't realize how much he missed her sweet, tangy flavor until he was deliberating drinking them again from the source. Her moans were only music to his ears as he made sure to brand himself on her this time. The memory of that Senju dog- Tobirama, touching what's his, set him off that he may have gone a little rough on his sugar baby. The stinging from the deep bite mark he left at the junction of her neck and shoulder were only covered by the numbing please he's constantly giving her.

While in the shower, he'd like to think that he's both washing away and reclaiming this rare flower. Whether she'll tell him or not about it doesn't matter right now. Either way, he's the one making her squirm, not him.

He himself let out a guttural groan with each slide of his cock over her soaking wet nether lips. It was torture on himself as well but this isn't about him this time. It's to remind this wonderful, adorable, gorgeous, woman who she belongs to.

"Please… put it inside me…" she panted with each word out of her swollen pink lips. Her equally pink nipples over each breast made her all the more delicious. Right there, on his bed, panting and flushed like a bitch in heat, and begging for his cock. "Madaraaa… pleaseee…"

"Why should I?" he asked before diving down to nibble one nipple this time. He missed these little buds too. So hard and sensitive to his touch. What would it be like, if milk-

"I haven't seen you in a while, Sa-ku-ra," he licked with each syllable before doing the same to the other. Her abandoned nipple felt cool over the free air, "I don't know if you've been a good girl. Have you been a good girl, Sakura? Were you behave while daddy's gone?"

He was subtle, but whether her sharp intake of breath was out of pleasure or she felt guilty, he wasn't sure. Still, he kept one eye on her just in case as he continued with his ministrations, and adding gentle thrusts onto her inner thigh. Yet, when he recognized that silence of hesitation, Madara immediately bolted.

No, right now that doesn't matter. He won't give her the chance to think of another man while he's the one pleasuring her.

"What was that you said, kitten?" he pushed in the head to get her intention before retreating back and thus earned her own groan of frustration, "What were you begging daddy for? Hmm?"

"I-Inside…" she panted, verdant eyes cloudy behind half-lidded eyes, "I want you inside me… please, Madara…."

Madara hummed as he continued to tease his length by coating it with her own lubricant, even though he could barely control his hips from slamming into his pinkette.

"Why should I?" repeating the question.

It looked like she gathered all of her strength left in her arms to reach towards him. Madara gave in and let those flawless arms wrap around his neck as she teased him with kisses with how close their lips were. So close, yet not touching. He almost growled at her audacity.

"I missed you, Madara," she confessed. The realization that she called him by name and not by their sugar relationship, made his brows rise up towards his hairline. Her pleasure drunken state (no thanks for coming one after another) made her tongue loose, it seemed, "I… I need you. Now. I miss your cock in me…. You make me feel so good my fingers aren't enough anymore… please… please Madara, make love to me."

The shock upon hearing those words immediately melted into hot liquid need that his brain fogged to the point that he couldn't think anymore as primal instinct surged through him instead.

In his eyes, he doesn't see a sugar baby paid to please her sugar daddy for money.

No, he sees-

"Sakura," he purred before lowering to kiss those lips fully this time. Not hungry, not desperate, but with a sort of need they shouldn't be feeling, "as you wish."

When he entered her, he made sure it was slow and steady. No more teasing and torture, but pure want to feel every inch of himself hugged by her sacred walls. All the way, more, more, more, until his hips kissed hers and his balls nestled over her soft ass.

The breath she let out this time sounded more like one of relief. Her mesmerizing green eyes twinkled brightly even in the dim light of the sun through his curtain-covered windows. When she smiled, he smiled back and let her pull him down for a series of soft, slow, languid kisses.

He didn't feel the need to pound into her like he did earlier, but instead he drowned himself in her sweet affections. Instead of clawing down his muscled, tattooed back, she skimmed her fingers on his nape and into his thick mane. In return, instead of digging his fingers on her hips, he guided those sinfully beautiful legs around him before caressing the sides of her body like a devout follower paying homage to his beautiful goddess like she deserved.

When she did tell him to move, he pulled his cock out until the head and bottomed out just as slow and steady. He never let up his pace, nor did he meant for it to tease, but as he looked deep into her eyes, pupils dilated and staring back at his own as if he's the only thing she sees, he found that he didn't mind this… slow, more intimate sex.

It made him pay closer attention to his partner unlike ever before. The way she breathes, the minute changes in her expression, the desire to ensure she gets the right pleasure no fucking can ever give…

"Madara… cum inside me."

It wasn't an order, she didn't sound begging; he didn't know what it was, but he found that he preferred it more than the others.

"Hold on to me," he said. It didn't sound like an order either.

Sakura hugged his head and they dropped in the softness of his bed. His slow, shallow thrusts became humps that barely separated their sweat-coated skin-

"Ah-Ahh! Mmmhmm…" Madara moaned a blissful breath onto her shoulder and Sakura followed immediately after.

His cock twitched for every cum he released, and relished the feel of every contraction of those sperm-coated walls around his cock.

It wasn't intense. It wasn't mind-blowing, heck he didn't even see that familiar white explosion behind his closed eyelids but… but…

His lips peppered butterfly kisses everywhere he could reach before he even realized it until he slowed to press deeper on her cheeks, her forehead, down her nose, and then finally on her lips.

When they finally pulled apart, they found each other smiling.

This… this feels right.

*sending raw fish: I don't know if it's a staple in the mafia world but in The Godfather, sending raw fish meant 'Sleeping with the fishes'.

This chapter is pretty short and I just want to portray their reunion as something hungry and needy but also sweet and intimate because of their growing affections to one another even though they don't realize it.

The next chapter is already up and done so get ready for some domestic fluff!

I wholeheartedly thank you all for the support and patience until now. All those words of encouragement mean a lot to me. I didn't mean to take advantage of your waiting but I needed to set everything straight on my part first.

Remember about my aunt who died earlier this year? Well, her husband, my uncle, followed three months later. It really didn't make things easier for us because now my cousins (two brothers younger than me and are still minors), are orphaned now and our families aren't exactly rich to support them. I got even more depressed during that time. More like self-loathing, because as much I claim them to be more like brothers to me, I couldn't do a single thing to comfort them because I'm such a horrible recluse who can't even give them a hug because I'm afraid to let out my own emotions. For a long while I really felt like a terrible person and worse because those two looks at me like their own older sister.

Anyway, I didn't want to share this for pity but I'm glad there were those of you who take the time to read these bits of my life. It really does help.

Those one-shots I made for MadaSakuWeekEND2019 are just some quick ideas I made during my free time. I'm glad I was able to share some, at least.

I would like to apologize to yomigaeru because I told her before that I planned to update this on Madara's birthday but in the end, I didn't. If you figure out where I am, you'll know that Christmas is a very big deal in where I live and during those days approaching Christmas, I wanted to make up to my brothers in the only way I can. By bringing them fun.

It's all good now and I hope things will get better for them in this new year.

As for that update, I really will update after this New Years celebration (more like make sure the entire clan compound is still intact) so see you guys then!

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR TO ALL!