Naruto: The Shameless Uchiha Tycoon

Ren held her gaze in the dim light of the office. He didn’t rush. He let his thumb drag slowly over the pulse point at her wrist, acknowledging the command, before his other hand moved back down to the hem of her dark grey skirt.

He bunched the heavy fabric up, inch by deliberate inch, pushing it high around her waist. He hooked his fingers into the thin silk of her panties at her right hip, gave a sharp tug, and tore the fabric cleanly down the seam. He tossed the ruined scrap onto the pile of scattered casualty reports.

Ren’s fingers stilled for half a breath. She was already soaked.

The heat of her skin warmed his knuckles the second he made contact. He dragged his middle finger upward, settling firmly on the sensitive cluster of nerves, and applied a slow, grinding circular pressure.

Tsunade’s hips bucked upward off the polished wood, chasing the friction. A ragged gasp vibrated in her throat, her manicured nails biting into the muscle of his forearms.

”Impatient,” Ren murmured.

”Shut up,” Tsunade breathed. Her amber eyes were hazy with lust, but the fierce, commanding edge of the Sannin remained entirely intact. ”Take your pants off.”

Ren unbuckled his leather belt, the metal clinking loudly in the quiet, isolated room. He unzipped his tailored trousers, freed himself, and stepped flush between her spread thighs, his own hips resting against the edge of the desk.

Tsunade leaned back on her hands, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she watched him. Ren gripped her wide hips, his thumbs pressing deeply into her hip bones to set her in place.

He obeyed her earlier command to the letter. With a slow, agonizingly deliberate push, he began to sink into her.

She was a vise. The scalding heat of her inner walls stretched around his girth, instantly clenching and gripping him. Tsunade threw her head back, biting down hard on her lower lip to stifle a loud moan that threatened to bleed out into the hospital hallway. Her internal muscles spasmed around him, trying to adjust to the sudden fullness.

Ren let out a low, guttural groan, the muscles in his jaw locking as he pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself completely.

He pulled back slightly, testing the pace, but Tsunade’s hands shot up. She grabbed his jaw, her fingers pressing firmly into his cheeks, forcing his dark eyes back to hers.

”Look at me,” she demanded, her voice a rough whisper. ”And don’t you dare stop.”

Ren smirked. He drove his hips forward, setting a punishing, rhythmic pace. The sharp sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, underscored by the groaning creak of the mahogany desk taking their combined weight.

Tsunade met his pace. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs, locking him closer, actively deepening the penetration with every thrust. When Ren let out a breathy chuckle at her eagerness, her hand clamped firmly over his mouth.

”Quiet,” she hissed, her eyes darting toward the locked door. ”Unless you want the night shift joining us.”

Ren’s smirk widened against her palm, and his hips snapped forward harder in response.

”The desk is going to break,” Ren grunted against her fingers, feeling the wood splinter ominously under his boots.

Without pulling out, he hooked his arms firmly under her thighs. Tsunade immediately locked her ankles behind his back, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck. Ren lifted her. The dense weight of her chakra fought him for a fraction of a second before she adjusted her center of gravity, allowing him to carry her across the dim office.

Their bodies stayed joined, every step dragging a rough breath out of her.

He reached the plush leather couch against the far wall and laid her back against the cushions.

The change in angle shifted everything. As Tsunade sank into the deep leather, her hips tilted upward, opening her entirely to him. Ren knelt between her thighs on the edge of the cushions and drove himself forward, bottoming out completely.

Tsunade’s eyes fluttered shut, a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

”Right there,” she commanded, her voice thick and breathless, her hands gripping his shoulders to hold him steady. ”Keep it there.”

Ren obeyed. For once, no joke came. Just the slow drag of his breath against her skin and the weight of him pinning her into the couch.

Ren fixed his hands on the armrests of the couch, leveraging his body weight to drive his hips into her. The pace shifted from the rapid pounding on the desk to something much slower, and infinitely heavier.

For the first time in two weeks, Tsunade stopped thinking about casualty lists. The sterile hospital faded, replaced entirely by the heat of the room and the sweat dripping from Ren’s jaw onto her bare collarbone. She arched into him, completely unraveling as his thumb found her clitoris, rubbing it in time with his deep, driving thrusts.

Her orgasm hit like a shockwave.

Her internal muscles clamped down hard, squeezing him with an agonizing, demanding pressure. She muffled a cry against his shoulder, her massive chakra flaring uncontrollably in the small room, rattling the glass medical jars on the nearby shelves.

The crushing grip of her climax pulled Ren right over the edge. He gritted his teeth, giving three rapid thrusts before burying himself deep. He finished with a harsh, broken groan, his grip tightening against her hips until his knuckles went pale.

He slumped forward, his chest heaving heavily against hers.

The room settled around them in broken breaths, creaking leather, and the distant squeak of hospital wheels beyond the door.

Tsunade’s legs remained loosely draped over his hips, her fingers lazily tracing the sweat-dampened hair at the nape of his neck. The ferocious energy had finally burned out of her, leaving her relaxed against the leather couch.

Eventually, the reality of the hospital outside the locked door began to seep back in.

Ren pulled back. He grabbed his discarded dress shirt from the floor, wiping himself down before slowly reassembling his tailored suit. Tsunade sat up on the couch, her cheeks deeply flushed. She pulled a medical towel from a nearby drawer to clean herself before yanking her wrinkled skirt back down and quickly buttoning her blouse.

She stood up, straightening her grey medical coat, though she couldn’t hide the messy state of her blond hair or the red flush creeping up her neck.

She looked over at Ren, who was calmly adjusting his silk tie in the dark glass of the medicine cabinet.

A brief pulse of green chakra passed through her lower abdomen. Tsunade gave him a flat look while buttoning her blouse.

”Do not make me add contraceptive seals to your invoice.”

Ren paused with his tie half-fixed. ”Is that a billable medical service?”

”It is if I have to use it because of you.”

The fierce, commanding glare snapped back into place.

”Tell anyone about this,” Tsunade warned, pointing a sharp finger directly at his chest, ”and I will personally shatter your jaw into dust.”

Ren paused, smoothing down his charcoal vest. He turned to look at her, his dark eyes trailing over the massive, chaotic pile of ruined, scattered medical files completely blanketing the floor beneath her desk.

The corporate, highly arrogant smirk slowly returned to his face.

”Just make sure my eye drops are ready by Friday,” Ren said smoothly, stepping toward the door. ”And for the record... I am still not helping you reorganize those files.”

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