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Rock Lee nsfw hcs pleaseee I feel like he’s such a sub. Bonus points if reader has piercings n tattoos and is more masc

yesss anon, i love him sm!! they could never make me hate THE ROCK LEE. and also sorry if the last pic doesn’t look like him in boruto or in the arc where naruto and hinata got married lol they don’t have many pics of him when he’s older and idk why cause he’s such a cutiee.

a/n: i hope this doesn’t bother you but i don’t really like writing masc readers? it’s kinda not my cup of tea same as male readers😅 i usually only write fem readers w fem parts, yknow? but i can improvise and make the reader somewhat masc ^_^. Also sorry for my absence. i’ve been job hunting and trying to muster up enough money for my necessities like getting my phone repaired & paying off 2 of my bills. I might end up doing commissions soon if i don’t find a job yet. Just waiting for my employer to email me saying i have the job😊👍🏾

cw: dom!reader, whiny!sub!rock lee, edging, overstim, deepthroating, cockwarming, cumplay

no matter how much he whines and tells you to stop messing around when you’re on top of him, has his cock in ur mouth or the pad of your thumb swirling around his purplish and swollen tip— he really does enjoys it and 9/10 doesn’t want you to stop at all.

very sensitive. like from the neck to his balls…n gets really nervous when you find your way to any of those parts especially while you two are in public.

i feel like even if you aren’t dominant..you’d still need to initiate the first move snd the ones after the first move because he’s as nervous as ever. Not saying he never got any play..and yeah he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t always want to be the one in control, yknow? can’t blame him tbhh.

his nose, cheeks, and ears get all red and his eyes watery while you still make your hands up and down on his slender shaft for the last hour or so. overstimulating him and making him beg , chase for his own orgasm. He goes to grab your wrist with a shaking hand but fails because you rubbed that one little vein on his cock that made him reach the stars, his cum splurging all over himself snd you.

speaking OF cum. whenever he cums on your command or when you’re feeling nice to not make him wait for his own release. You give him a helping (?) hand while you rub and lick up his mess that’s spread all over his toned stomach like jelly.

he loves a lady with some muscles. not too buff or defined but sharp enough to where you can see it when she flexes intentionally or unintentionally. (tenten) he pays attention to small stuff, even when he’s trying not to cum inside your tight hole. like the tendon that shows on your back when you move around w little with his cock nearly pushing against that soft spot inside you.

definitely not into any of that hardcore dom stuff..like rimjobs and pegging. He prefers to keep his submission elsewhere,, yknow?? that’s not his type of flavor to be diddled with in the butt..his butt.

if you can’t fuck him, he’ll definitely let you suck him. hands free while he works or does whatever he does on his spare time that doesn’t involve moving and running like w chicken without a head. So there you are, snugged between his legs on the couch with his tip, almost far down your esophagus. Eyes water and your toes curling, toenails leaving crescent shaped marks in the bottom of your feet. He doesn’t look at you because if he does..he just knows it’ll be a big mess or awkward looks exchanged between the two of you. Adam’s apple faulting back as he gulps, trying to get a glance at your messy and wet face from your spit, his cum and precum like a naughty child.

but he ends up risking it all and tossing the remote to the side before gripping on your head snd pushing you further down on his cock. Exasperated moans of relief fall from his lips when his eyes roll to the back of his hands nd his hips slightly buck. You groan and moan with a mouthful of cock n cum. But it’s okay, he’s fine, who would get mad at him tho?

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How does Rock Lee fuck though?

Rock Lee isnt even aware of how good he is in bed.

It’s almost cute, the way he always asks you if everything was good after, as though he hasn’t consistently rocked your world every time you fall in bed together.

He constantly thinks he’s a work in progress, picking up exactly where you’re most sensitive by the way your breath hitches so he can know where to touch you the next time. But you don’t even have the strength to keep telling him that the way he rubs your clit like that would just be way too much.

It’s like he’s oblivious to how strong all that training has made his body. Like he doesn’t know how fluidly he’s rolling his hips, grinding against that spongy spot in your walls every time. Like he doesn’t know how strong he is when he lifts you up and down his length so effortlessly.

When you catch your breath, you’ll tell him all that. Reassure him that tears well up in the corners of your eyes because he’s just that good.

Because if there is one thing Rock Lee does, it’s fuck.

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you thought lee wouldn’t last long. you thought he’d be pretty bad at it. but god were you wrong…..💚💚

Rock Lee x reader smut

Summary: literally just a short fic about you going stupid on lee’s dick lmao

Warnings: NSFW!!! safe word (not used) dub!con vibes but everything is consensual; Lee would never do anything without consent.

not proofread!!!

“F-fuck!” you screamed, back arching off of the bed as he stayed between your legs, licking and sucking on honestly everything. nothing you could do would make him falter of lift up for even a moment. moving your legs wasn’t an option because of his strong hold he had on them. and no matter how much you pulled his hair, he did not care. your legs were shaking as your third orgasm was approaching. you’ve already came twice and he hasn’t even fucked you yet

“Lee please!” you beg, trying to close your legs or pry him off, but he doesn’t budge. He only lifts up for a moment.

“I promised you three times! i can not give up. you can do this!” he smiled, his tone of voice sounded as if he was giving a motivational speech to his team. it was different seeing him like this. his hair a mess, his green jumpsuit on the floor, his face all wet with your slick. it was convincing enough to make you lay back and let him finish his ‘mission.’

you continued crying out his name, cumming with a sob. he waited until he knew you were fully satisfied before pulling up. You laid there, body all sweaty and shaky as you looked up at him with small tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.

“I’m so proud of you! You did so good!” He smiled all innocently as if he hasn’t been eating you out for the past 35 minutes. You couldn’t speak, so instead you just lied there. “Are you okay to do more? Do you need a break?” He was very attentive when it came to you.

“No…I’m okay.” The biggest mistake you’ve ever made in your life…

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Now he had you in a mating press. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, letting him reach places inside of you that have never been touched before. Your nails were scraping down his back; he didn’t mind though because it was just showing him how good you felt.

“L—eeee!” You squeaked, your voice cutting out and moans breaking through. And these weren’t pretty, breathy moans. They were full on screams and grunts, not able to handle all these orgasms he was giving you. Lee on the other hand was almost just as braindead as you were.

“Y-you’re….jesus…doing so well! You feel so—-shit—- good!” Lee didn’t like to swear that much, claiming it was immature and unnecessary. but this was an exception.

There was simply nothing you could say right now. Not when he’s been slamming into that special spot inside of you, not when you’re on your sixth orgasm. Lee couldn’t get enough. Not when your tight, warm walls were squeezing him, and especially not when you were moaning his name all pretty like that. He pulled out of course, like the gentleman he was. He came on your stomach and thighs instead, and then apologized profusely and helped ‘clean it up.’ Which just led to eating you out again.

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He was totally pussy drunk at this point. His fingers persistently curling and pressed against that abused spot. His lips were attached to your clit (which he wasn’t able to find at first but he’s gotten a hang of it now) your eyes are almost stuck rolled back and your legs are quivering.

“Lee please….please I can’t…no more!” You whined, but you weren’t doing much to get him off of you. Ever since you learned about Lee’s little sex quirk (aka his crazy fucking stamina) you put a safe word in place. But since you didn’t say it, he didn’t stop.

“One more, only one more. I know you can do this, believe in yourself.” He muttered against your pussy, his eyes hooded with lust because this man was gone lmao.

One more is never just one more….

Thx for reading!!! Lmk if y’all liked the fics or only the hc’s! 💋💋💋 I love Lee

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what the naruto boys like being called during sex + what they call you 🎋🍃

includes: kakashi, gai, jiraiya, naruto, sasuke, neji, lee, kiba, shino, shikamaru, kankuro, gaara

warnings: a lot of smut…obviously; short hc list lmao

not proofread!!!

kakashi

i don’t think kakashi has a preference for what you call him. You could really call him anything. I do think he’s not super into the daddy and master concept, he doesn’t want to act like he owns you (even though he does lmao) i also think kakashi is a super jealous and possessive person deep down, so trust he wants you to scream his name so everyone knows who’s fucking you this good.

good girl (i would fold instantly) lots of praises. and if your acting like a brat he’ll just give you a look and ask, ‘are you going to be my good girl today?’ that usually makes you listen lmao

gai

honestly i think he just likes his name. he would think its much sexier when you call him Gai or Maito. and Gai doesn’t fuck….he makes love. so trust the first name adds to the aura lmao

as for you; he would also like to call you by your first name. or Mrs Gai if your married 🤭 and if he calls you a pet name it’s always the sweetest ones. Like darling or beautiful. he would never degrade you even if you asked (he would start crying if he degraded you lmao)

jiraiya

i’m sorry but he definitely likes being called daddy 😭 and sage master….he has a bit of a god complex obviously

he probably calls you A LOT of different things. baby, doll, darling, gorgeous; and if your both in a rougher mood he’ll call you his whore and his good little slut (if your into that) i truly doubt on a day to day basis he actually ever calls you by your real name, only pet names

i also think he’d nut if you call him a good boy….but he would deny that allegation

naruto

i think he would like the sweet names. like yes please call him ‘my sweet boy’ his nonexistent tail would be waggin lmao

he’s not a big fan of the whole master and daddy thing because it reminds him way too much of jiraiya

as for you, he’ll call you all kinds of names: baby, babe, love, my girl, etc.

he calls you these outside of the bedroom too because he likes bragging lmao

sasuke

i think in the beginning he would just want you to call his sasuke. but it’s not because he doesn’t like pet names, it’s because it gets him super embarrassed.

if you call him baby or something he will immediately get all flustered and hide his face hehe

he likes to call you your name most of the time, but sometimes he gets a little degrading with it if your both being a little rougher.

afterwards though he’ll apologize indirectly so that you know he doesn’t actually think your a slut or something like that

neji

like sasuke, he really can’t handle any pet names without blushing.

but when your both a bit more comfortable with eachother, i think he would actually quite like being called master if your having rougher sex. he likes being viewed as important since in his family clan he’s not

he’ll call you small things usually, like my love or darling. but he can also get degrading with it too, like calling you his whore and his cock slut.

he really doesn’t know where he’s learned all of this, and after that post orgasm clarity hits he’ll be at your feet apologizing for being so cruel (even though you liked it lmao)

lee

he doesn’t mind what you call him.

i mean you could literally call him an idiot and he would fine with it because it’s you acknowledging him.

but he really really likes sweet pet names, like sweetheart and baby.

for you though, he called you everything positive.

he worships you, literally. he called you goddess, most beautiful person on the planet, gorgeous, etc.

kiba

sorry about this one….i think kiba also likes being called daddy

he made you call him it as a joke at first, a way to humiliate you because he’s into power play like that. but after hearing you whimper it out to him….hes hooked.

and trust he’s mean about it too. “what did you want daddy to do again?” “you want daddy to fuck you silly?” all being said with a smug ass smirk on his face

he’ll call you all kinds of stuff. Usually he just calls you babe but he can get mean with it too, because he is quite mean during sex.

he makes fun of you like: “look at the mess you made…such a messy girl.” “can’t even talk huh? such a cock drunk little slut huh?”

yeah he’s crazy

shino

he just likes shino :)

i mean you can call him anything you’d like, he wouldn’t really tell you not too. but he likes his name the best

he’ll also mostly call u by name too, but he changes it up every once in a while.

he’ll call you his flower (he’s a hopeless romantic deep down)

but is he’s feeling possessive he’ll call you “mine.”

i hc that he’s secretly suppperrr possessive.

shikamaru

he don’t give a fuck, per usual

if you call him daddy or master he’ll just roll his eyes, but he doesn’t do much to stop you because it’s too much work. he does like the power play stuff, but he mostly likes being called sir. since your usually so ‘troublesome’ he likes the respect lmao

as for you, like i said before, he’ll just call you troublesome a lot.

he’ll be nice sometimes too though (on rare occasion) he’ll call you, “my love,” or “babygirl.” but you have to be extra good to get that

he will call you a cock slut sometimes too….but it’s lokey true lmao

kankuro

like kiba, he is mean.

he likes being called master, daddy, sir, basically anything that will humiliate you

deep down though…he loves being called a good boy and baby. he will blush like crazzyyy

as for you…he’ll call you everything lmao

baby, silly girl, little slut, his slut, etc.

gaara

even though he kind of gives off power play vibes, i think gaara likes the sweet stuff since he lacked sweet stuff his whole life.

if you call him baby boy or love he will literally melt

and because he respects you so much he will call you rose (bc they are his favorite) or ma’am.

lots of defeated yes ma’am’s after you tell him he can’t kill lee lmao

but he will also call you ma’am during sex if your the one taking control

thank u for reading 💋 💋 sorry it’s so short! i’m trying to clear out my drafts hehe! also sorry for no banners for gaara or kankuro 😢 they only let me add 10 photos (TUMBLR PLS LET ME ADD MORE PICTURES!!!)

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how vocal the naruto boys are + how long they last 🎋🍃

includes: kakashi, gai, jiraiya, naruto, sasuke, shino, kiba, shikamaru, neji, lee

warnings: NSFW

not proofread!!!

kakashi

this guy is the complete opposite of vocal. the most you’ll get is a very quiet groan here and there, but other than that you can hardly tell if he’s even turned on from how quiet he is (but trust he is in fact turned on)

but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t talk dirty….he reads smut for a reason. his dirty talk is crazzyyy

i think kakashi would last a long time, of course if he’s extra tired from a mission it might be a bit quicker. but he’s definitely more focused on your pleasure than his. so you’ll cum 3 times before he even cums at all.

i think his stamina would be a bit above average since he is a ninja after all. he’ll go as long as you want him too, even if his dick hurts lmao

gai

oh he’s vocal. trust.

he’s not very good at dirty talk, it would more so become a motivation speech lmao. he also stutters a lot during sex because of the pleasure so he tries not to talk too much.

but trust he be moaning in your ear like crazy (i also thinks he cries from the pleasure hehe…i love pathetic men)

his stamina is WILD. he also lasts a very very long time because he is dead set on self control and what not. he will hold back as long as he possibly can.

if you dirty talk him though, he’s a goner

jiraiya

they call him the pervy sage for a reason….

i think he is vocal as hell, especially when drunk. he’s moaning your name over and over again and NOTHING you can do will shut him up. even if he’s eating you out, he’s still loud as hell.

even though he’s older, i think he has some crazy ass stamina. he can last a long time (from how much he goons regularly…) and he can go for multiple rounds.

“please, just one more time.” is his iconic line. one more NEVER means just one more.

trust you’ll be tired and sweaty by the time he’s done with you (and he’ll probably ask for one more afterwards too)

naruto

he tries to stay quiet, he really does. he even bites his lip and everything

but when your giving him some sloppy head he really can’t help but be whimpering and shit lmao

he will deny this as much as possible, but he is loud as fuck when he’s lost in the moment. he really can’t help it, especially with how messy and careless he is. your both covering each others mouth most of the time

stamina wise, i mean come one. he’s naruto, he never gives up even when he’s super tired

he can go for about 4 rounds before he needs a breather, but his refreshening period only last for 10 minutes before he’s ready again.

he also lasts pretty long…depending on the day. sometimes it’s embarrassingly quick (like 3 strokes in and he’s already cumming) or it takes forever and you literally have to beg him to finish.

sasuke

he’s sasuke, so yeah he’s pretty damn quiet. but he doesn’t moan or anything, he only whimpers. and he always bites his lip or keeps his mouth shut so you can’t hear because it’s embarrassing for him

he doesn’t like super loud sex (unless he’s in a possessive mood) i also think he wouldn’t really talk in the beginning, but after he’s a couple rounds in his mouth just keeps rambling praises and dirty talk (thought he always claims he doesn’t remember saying that stuff afterwards)

i think sasuke can last a very long time. even if your doing a really good job, it just takes him a while. as for how many rounds, he can go about 3 before he’s kind of worn out.

i hc that sasuke isn’t super sexual so once you guys are done he usually doesn’t want to have sex again for a little while. of course if you really want more he’ll usually do smth for you like eating your out or letting you hump his thigh

shino

like sasuke, he’s quiet as fuck. shino barley talks in general, so i don’t think he’d make a lot of noise. sometimes you don’t even know if he’s feeling good at all lmao (but trust he is)

every now and then he’ll say some praise so you know he’s enjoying it (especially if u talk to him about the whole being quiet thing)

but other than that i really don’t think shino would make a lot of noise at all

and again like sasuke, he’s not very sexually active either. he can last a long time and go a couple rounds, but after that he’s kind of done.

but when i mean he can last a long time…i mean like a lonnnggg time.

you’ve came like 5 times and he still hasn’t cum once.

it’s not that he doesn’t like it, he really does. it just takes him a while to get to that point.

he also would much rather pleasure you than himself

kiba

he’s loud; but not in the whimpering and whining kind of way.

he’s growling in your damn ear, and this man can NOT stop talking dirty to you

he loves making you flustered and needy so he’s honestly always talking dirty lmao

but trust, if your giving him head or finally get permission to take control, he will be whimpering like crazy. but he gets soooo embarrassed about it

stamina wise, he’s crazy. he doesn’t last for a long time because he’s always pounding into you way too fast.

but he can go for multiple rounds. he’s always overstimulating the both of you. but that does not stop him

shikamaru

he’s pretty quiet. you might get a couple of groans out of him but other then that he’s silent. he also doesn’t really talk dirty, he thinks it’s too much work lmao

but that doesn’t mean he won’t praise you for doing good and listening. if your being a brat though…strap in girl your in for a ride 😭

he doesn’t tolerate brats….thats about the only time he’ll really talk dirty to you. (mostly him just telling you to fix your attitude in that sexy voice of his hehe…i love him)

stamina wise, he can last pretty long. but he really can only go for one or two rounds.

i mean he can go longer, but then he starts getting tired and lazy. so if you want more, you’ll unfortunately have to put in the work for it

neji

it might seem like neji would be quiet, but it’s actually the opposite. he’s super sensitive so he’s a moaning mess while you both have sex. he’ll try to keep quiet but it’s difficult when your pussy’s so good lmao

his moans sound very elegant though, even during such an inelegant act.

stamina wise, he doesn’t last long…..he’s super embarrassed about it.

i hc that neji really never masterbauted or knew much about sex growing up, so this is all a very knew feeling for him.

and in the beginning he can only last a round of two, but after a couple months of being together he builds up better stamina (especially after he finds out how long lee can last, he makes it a competition)

if he can’t go for longer, he’ll do anything to please you. all that matters in his eyes if that your satisfied.

lee

please he is the most vocal guy on planet earth….

he will be whimpering and moaning in your ear without a care in the world. he doesn’t care who hears. usually you have to cover his mouth because he’s louder than you at this point lmao

as for how long he lasts…..babe he has the craziest stamina ever. he doesn’t train every day for nothing.

i think he would cum fast, especially his first time and when you give him head. but that doesn’t mean he’s done. he needs at least 3 orgasms to be completely satisfied, but he could definitely go longer.

he treats sex like training, his mission is to make you brainless and happy. and trust, he will do just that

thank u all for reading 💋 💋 sorry this took forever!! i’ve been doing a lot of hc’s recently so im gonna try writing some fics next! (possibly lmao) requests are currently closed because i’m working on finishing a lot of drafts and old requests! thank u all for being so patient with me! love u all ❤️

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I don’t think y’all understand how BAD I need him….

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𐔌 、rock lee　ﾉ　takes your first time as seriously as a high-stakes mission, turning into an obsessive challenge to make you cum over and over 𓈒　◟

cw: overstim ノ“just one more” sex logic ノ dubcon(?) ノ explicit content ϑϱ

୨ৎ minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧

Lee doesn’t fuck. He trains.

It’s in the eyes from the start—wide, determined, burning with that same intensity he gets right before he challenges someone twice his size to a spar he knows he’ll lose. But this? This is a whole new battlefield, and your body is the terrain he’s about to run full-speed through with absolutely no self-preservation instinct.

He’s shirtless before you can blink, tan chest already slick with sweat from god knows what—push-ups? Mid-air flips? The burning shame of popping a boner the second you started undressing?

“Is this okay?” he blurts, face red but voice still deadly focused. “I want to make this experience fulfilling for you in every way possible...!”

You nod—barely.

And he pounces.

He’s strong. You knew he was strong but holy fuck, it’s like being tackled by the sun. His body presses you into the mattress, muscles rippling, arms trembling slightly with restraint. His breath is already heavy. You can feel the heat of him radiating from every inch.

“I read—” he gasps, adjusting his hips, thick cock dragging across your soaked folds, not even in yet and already leaking against your clit— “that the first time should be gentle...”

“Lee—just fuck me—”

He gasps.

“Right!”

And then he does.

He slams into you like he’s launching into a kata, thick and deep and fast. No ramp-up. No hesitation. Just hips pounding, body pistoning, sweat flinging from his forehead as he grunts through clenched teeth like every stroke is a fucking rep.

“Am I doing it right?” he pants—plap plap plap—his balls smacking against you with every thrust. “Is it working? Does it feel good?”

You try to respond. You do. But all that comes out is a strangled moan because he’s hitting so deep, dragging against places you didn’t know existed, his cock curved just right to make your brain short-circuit.

He gasps again. “Was that a scream of pain? A-are you okay?”

You’re crying now. Begging.

“L-Lee—f-fuck—I’m cumming—!”

His eyes go wide.

“Yes! Yes! That’s good,” And then—to himself, low, focused, practically growling— “If I can make her cum more than once… I’ll know she enjoys it…”

You should be terrified.

You’re soaked.

He grabs your legs, pushes them higher, deeper angle now—his thrusts get faster, somehow. Harder. The bed slams against the wall. Your body shakes. His tan skin is shining with sweat now, rivulets running down his abs, chest heaving. His face is red. His hair is wild.

You cum again—harder.

And he yelps.

“That’s two! That’s two—oh my god—just—wait—one more—just one more—”

You’re sobbing. Writhing. Legs jelly. Pussy raw. But he’s still going.

“Does it hurt? Your eyes are rolled back—should I stop—?”

“NO,” you scream. “Just—fuck—don’t stop!”

He moans. A full-bodied, adorable moan. Then mumbles under his breath, again, like a fucking motivational speech.

“Don't stop. Don't stop. Make her cum again—”

And you do.

Your third orgasm rips through you like a pulse bomb, and he yelps again, hips faltering—but still he doesn’t pull out. His face is wrecked, eyes blurry, mouth open.

“I—I think I’m going to—!”

You barely choke out a whimper before he slams deep and holds, cock twitching, unloading inside you with a desperate, breathless cry, like he’s dying and cumming at the same time.

Your legs were trembling, cunt fluttering around nothing the moment he pulled out for a breath—your body a mess of sweat and slick and overstimulated nerves.

But Lee had a goal.

A stupid, noble, dangerous goal.

“Three times,” he muttered to himself like a fucking mantra, eyes blazing, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

You whimpered, voice hoarse. “Lee—baby—I c-can’t—”

He was already positioning you again, big strong hands gripping your hips like training weights, adjusting you with the same care he’d give to strapping weights to his ankles. Focused. Determined. Insane.

“I will take the utmost care with your pleasure,” he said seriously—then slid back into you in one smooth thrust.

Your scream was immediate.

“Too much?” he gasped. “Not enough?! Oh no—adjusting!”

He slammed into you harder.

Your body convulsed.

He moaned like he’d just done a perfect somersault.

“Ah! That felt right!”

“Lee—oh my god—”

His hips snapped, plap plap plap, balls swinging heavy, slapping your ass as he fucked into you like you were some kind of sacred mission scroll he had to decode with his cock. Your back arched off the bed, nails dragging down the sheets, eyes unfocused.

“I read somewhere,” he panted—sweat dripping from his jaw, body gleaming, abs flexing with every thrust—“that verbal encouragement improves sexual performance!”

You moaned. Desperate.

So he tried.

“T-tight!” he gasped. “So—s-so wet! You're gripping me!”

You choked out a half-laugh, half-cry.

He grunted. Adjusted.

“Your… pussy!” he said, voice shaking. “Your beautiful pussy is… So good!”

You howled. Nearly blacked out from how hard you clenched around him.

“Is it working?” he panted. “Am I doing it right?”

“Lee—oh fuck—I’m gonna—!”

“Yes!” He cheered like he just won the Chunin Exams. “Another! That’s four!”

You screamed, body convulsing again, pussy gushing around his cock like a floodgate bursting. He groaned, hips stuttering—but didn’t stop.

Did. Not. Stop.

“I will give you five,” he hissed.

You were sobbing now, moaning, gasping—your whole body oversensitive, trembling, being fucked through wave after wave of blinding pleasure.

He leaned down, pressed his forehead to yours, panting like a dog mid-marathon.

“I am so proud of you,” he whispered. “You are taking me so well.”

You whimpered, legs limp, cunt fluttering again.

“I—I think you’re about to cum again!” he gasped. “Your insides are pulsing around me—!”

And you did.

Your fifth orgasm tore through you with such force your vision went white—your back arched, pussy convulsed, and you squealed, voice broken and high, completely wrecked.

Lee shouted like he’d just opened the Eighth Gate.

“Yes! Five! FIVE! I DID IT!”

And then he finally came—cock twitching deep inside you, cum spilling again, warmth flooding your cunt as he collapsed on top of you, both of you gasping, shaking, ruined.

For a while there was only panting.

Then, softly—

“…Do you think six would be pushing it?”

[jefth3kilr]

mdni

sometimes, when you’re on top- which satoru loves, because he gets to be lazy- he’ll do finger guns at you. full on pew pew, while you’re riding him like you have some dignity left.

"look at you go, yeehaw! my little cowgirl-"

“stop talking.”

but he does not stop. he starts to make horse noises instead. he neighs. you vow to break up with him on the spot- but he flips you under him halfway through and makes you forget.

and god help you if you make an embarrassing noise. he will repeat it back to you- but so exaggerated. high pitched and mocking, giggling through it all.

“did you just go ‘mngh- ahh!’? do it again, do it again- c’mon-"

you tell him you hate him. he kisses the tip or your nose in response.

“you love me. my little dolphin, ee-ee-ee!”

and the worst part? he refuses to stop. he'll keep the bit going way after. you'll be in the shower trying to scrub the shame off, and he’ll lean on the doorframe, towel around his hips, "ahhh~ toru, so big~!" then cackle like a gremlin while you throw the shampoo bottle at him.

he'll do it in front of nanami, too. just to watch his soul leave his body. you'll call him on speaker to ask if he wants anything from the store- “yeah, get more milk, we used it all. you know, when you were all- ‘ah, ah, ahhh!" and nanami just… sighs. loudly. contemplates calling hr even though there is no hr.

sometimes he doesn’t even do the voice. he’ll just look at you across a restaurant table and mouth your moans back at you. the smirk is unbearable, annoying- but so him. he knows you know exactly what he’s referencing, and he lives for that split second of horror on your face before you kick him hard under the table.

you swear he’s the only man alive who could ruin the mood and make it ten times better.

[jefth3kilr]

Summer Nights (18+)

summary: the lights of Konoha glowed soft and golden against the dark, as if the village, too, was holding its breath. Two years had passed since the war ended, since peace settled like dust in the cracks of old wounds—and yet, something within him remained restless. You had been at his side through it all, patient and bright, always reaching with hands he wasn’t sure he deserved. And tonight, under a sky laced with stars and smoke, something long buried stirred quietly awake. Not with urgency. But with intention. And it would be your touch—steady, warm, unshaken—that would teach Naruto Uzumaki how to want, how to feel, and how to be loved for the first time.

pairing: naruto x female reader

genre: smut (with plot)

word count: 11,4k

warnings: explicit sexual content, first time (Naruto), soft smut, soft!dom reader, emotional intimacy, heavy romantic tension, detailed sensuality, mutual consent, aftercare, canon divergence (post-war AU), alcohol mention (light), suggestive themes, mild language, no warning but Jiraiya is alive in this timeline!

The path up to the compound was lined with paper lanterns, their warm glow pulsing softly in the breeze like fire trapped in silk. The night had settled in deep—thick with cicada hum and the murmur of distant laughter—but the air still carried the heat of the day, clinging faintly to his skin beneath his jacket. Naruto walked beside you, his hands shoved in his pockets, his shoulders just brushing yours as you moved together through the dark. You hadn’t said much on the way here. You didn’t need to. That was something he’d come to love about being with you—how quiet didn’t feel like absence. Just space to breathe.

Still, there were things he hadn't said. Things that pressed under his tongue like too much salt.

He glanced sideways, catching the way your hair moved in the wind, the soft edge of your profile lit briefly by a drifting lantern. You were nervous—he could feel it in the way you tapped your thumb against your thigh, barely noticeable. But more than that, he could feel how aware you were of him. Like every inch between your bodies was being measured, judged, waited on.

Maybe that was what made his stomach twist. That sense of waiting. As if you were holding the door open for him, and he just… couldn’t step through.

He should’ve. You were his. You chose him—every morning when you made tea, every night when you leaned against him on the couch, every smile that lingered a little too long. But knowing that didn’t make it easier.

Naruto didn’t have the kind of past that let him understand softness. Not the slow kind. Not the kind that meant touch me like this because I trust you to not break me. He’d fought for everything—shouted for it, bled for it, clawed his way into it. But intimacy didn’t listen to battle cries. It asked for silence. For courage of a different kind.

And you… you had loved before. You had lived before. With other people, in other beds, behind doors he couldn’t open. He didn’t resent that. Not really. But it haunted him in strange ways. Made his hands hesitate. Made him second guess every time you leaned in, every time you looked at him like he could be more than a good man. Like he could be yours. He didn’t want to disappoint you. He didn’t want to try and come up short.

So instead, he smiled. He always smiled.

“Looks like we’re late,” he said, scratching the back of his head as the compound came into view—lights strung across trees and wooden beams, voices rising in half-drunken rhythm. “Bet Choji’s already gone through the first two trays.” You smiled at that. “I’m more worried about Kiba challenging someone to a drinking contest again.” He snorted. “Only person dumber than him in that regard is me.”

You didn’t deny it. Just reached for his wrist, your fingers brushing skin, and gently tugged him toward the open gate.

The warmth hit him like a wave—music, motion, firelight, the smell of grilled skewers and something sweet and fried. Familiar faces turned toward you both. Sakura was the first to reach you, her pink hair caught in a delicate braid, loose strands framing her face.

“There you are,” she said, lifting a sake cup. “I thought maybe you bailed.” Naruto grinned. “What? Me? Never!” “Mmhm.” She eyed you with a soft smile. “You look nice. I love that color on you.” You thanked her, as Sakura turned back toward the cluster of friends near the low tables. “Grab something to drink before Shikamaru finishes all the good stuff.”

Naruto nodded, watching her disappear into the crowd. His hand hovered near yours again. Still not quite holding.

The music shifted—something brighter now, plucked strings layered with low percussion—and the crowd pulsed around them like a tide. Naruto’s hand dropped back to his side, knuckles brushing the edge of your sleeve, and he exhaled slowly, letting the sound disappear into the clamor. You didn’t say anything. You didn’t need to. The space between you still hummed with that unspoken tension, warm and quiet, like a promise waiting for the right moment to take shape.

“Yo,” a voice called—lazy, familiar.

Naruto turned just in time to see Shikamaru approaching, hands stuffed in his pockets, a half-finished dango stick hanging from his mouth. His hair was slightly undone, his vest unzipped halfway like he hadn’t bothered finishing the thought. “Didn’t think you’d actually show,” Shikamaru said around the stick, then pulled it free and tossed it into a nearby bin. “I owe Ino 500 ryō.” Naruto scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Shikamaru shrugged. “Just figured you’d bail for some last-minute hero stuff. Or oversleep. Same difference.”

You hid a smile behind your glass.

“I was on time,” Naruto said, puffing his chest slightly. “We just walked.” “To build dramatic tension?” Shikamaru offered, deadpan.

“Exactly.”

Shikamaru’s gaze drifted to you for a moment, and whatever joke he was about to make softened. “You look good,” he said, voice lower now, not flirting—just sincere.

You thanked him, and he gave a little nod before glancing at Naruto again. “You should dance with her before Lee gets to her first.” “Before what?” Naruto asked—but it was too late.

“SPRINGTIME OF CELEBRATION!” came the bellow, and Rock Lee bounded into view, cheeks already ruddy from whatever concoction he’d been drinking. His arms were wide open like he was about to hug the entire night itself. Naruto winced. “My youthful comrades!” Lee cried. “You’ve made it! Truly, this night shall echo through the valleys of time!” He seized Naruto’s forearm in a bone-rattling grip, shaking it with far too much enthusiasm. “We just got here,” Naruto managed, “so maybe don’t shatter my elbow—?”

“Nonsense!” Lee declared, then turned to you. “And you, radiant blossom of the Hidden Leaf—would you honor me with one dance, just one, before my legs are lost to the flames of eternal motion?”

You blinked, startled. Smiled despite yourself. Before you could answer, a firm hand clapped down on Lee’s shoulder. “Easy there, Lee,” said Might Guy, appearing behind him in matching green, his teeth catching the firelight in a blinding grin. “Let the youth of today set their own rhythm.” Lee nodded solemnly, bowing to you in exaggerated apology. “Forgive me. I was… overcome.”

“You’re forgiven,” you said, eyes dancing. Naruto made a face. “I should’ve definitely overslept.”

Choji wandered over next, carrying two plates piled high with food. “You guys seen Ino?” he asked around a mouthful of rice. Shikamaru sighed. “She’s probably organizing the desserts again. Or yelling at Sai for mislabeling them.” Choji grinned. “She scares me a little.” You tilted your head, amused. “Only a little?” “I mean… respectfully.”

Naruto laughed for real this time, the sound chasing away the weight in his chest for just a moment. This was what he’d fought for. What they all had. This messy, ordinary, beautiful version of peace. But even surrounded by it, his eyes kept flicking to you.

The warmth of the evening curled around the gathering like a soft blanket, drawing the villagers closer beneath the web of lanterns. The chatter thickened, blurred into laughter and lazy melodies as time stretched and bent, slipping slowly from early evening into night. Dishes came and went—plates of honey-glazed chicken, roasted vegetables, bowls of miso and sweet pickled roots. The air grew richer with the scent of grilled meats and rice vinegar, sake heavy in the laughter of those gathered.

You sat near Naruto beneath the edge of the garden canopy, feet tucked beneath you, the firelight painting shifting shadows across your cheek. His fingers were close—resting on the bench between you—but still unmoving, like a promise half-kept. You leaned over to say something to Ino, who had just settled beside you with a fresh drink and a teasing smile, and Naruto let his eyes wander—not just in admiration, though that was certainly part of it. It was something quieter than that. Something more private.

He didn’t want to just look at you. He wanted to feel the space you left behind when you stepped away. The curve of your absence. The warmth your voice left in his chest.

Shikamaru launched into some story about a mission gone sideways, complete with his usual eye-rolling exasperation, and Choji chimed in with food commentary mid-bite. Even Kakashi, half-lounging against a nearby pillar with a cup of something suspiciously purple in hand, was chuckling softly to himself. Naruto smiled and laughed when the group did, but his thoughts kept drifting. Every time you glanced his way, every time your knee pressed slightly against his or your shoulder nudged his arm—he felt it like a silent drumbeat beneath his skin.

You leaned closer at one point, voice low enough that only he could hear. “It’s a nice song,” you said, nodding toward the slow rhythm threading through the night, some old folk tune played by shinobi who’d long since traded swords for strings. He nodded, unsure where to look. Your gaze lingered a beat longer. “Would you dance with me?” There was no pressure in your voice. Just a gentle invitation. A window cracked open.

Naruto’s breath caught. The words were there—I want to. More than anything. But they twisted behind his tongue, knotted in doubt, and he looked away just slightly, as if the firelight had become too bright.

“Maybe in a bit,” he murmured, voice caught somewhere between apology and self-betrayal. You didn’t press. You only nodded, offered a small smile, and turned back to the others—though your posture shifted, the line of your shoulder just a touch more distant.

He hated that he noticed. And more than that, he hated that he didn’t act.

Later, when the sky had melted fully into indigo and stars scattered like embers overhead, Naruto found himself in a lively pocket of the celebration, caught in a half-drunken conversation with Kiba, Lee, and Choji. Kiba was telling a story—loud, animated, his hands moving with every twist and turn—and Naruto laughed along, grateful for the distraction, even if it didn’t quite quiet the guilt sitting heavy in his stomach.

“You remember that mission near the Lightning border?” Kiba was saying, mouth full of skewered meat. “The one where Shino swore the beetle was cursed?” Choji snorted. “I remember you getting chased halfway down a hill by a boar because you thought it was your ninken.” “It was Akamaru!” Kiba protested, clearly offended. Naruto grinned. “Then why were you crying?” “I wasn’t crying. I was strategically retreating.” Laughter rolled through them. Naruto glanced across the courtyard again. You were standing near the lantern arch now, speaking with Ino and Hinata, the three of you haloed in gold. You looked calm. You looked like you belonged in every kind of light.

He’d seen the way your eyes had flicked to the dancing earlier. The way your fingers had idly traced the rim of your cup when no one was speaking. You hadn’t asked again. And he hadn’t offered.

He was still kicking himself when Kiba’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Hey.” Naruto blinked. Kiba followed his gaze. Saw where it landed. Saw you. And for once—he didn’t tease. “You’re gonna hate yourself later if you keep just sitting here,” he said, not unkindly. Naruto didn’t answer. Kiba exhaled, stretched his arms behind his head. “Well then. If you won’t dance with her—” He stood, brushing off his pants. “—I will.”

Naruto’s heart stuttered.

Not out of jealousy. That wasn’t it. It was something colder. Something deeper.

Shame.

Kiba strode toward you with the easy confidence of someone who didn’t second guess the things he wanted. Naruto watched as he approached—said something that made you laugh, motioned toward the music with a playful bow. You looked surprised. Then your gaze flicked briefly to Naruto. You hesitated. He didn’t move.

And so, with a soft smile, you nodded.

Kiba offered his hand, and you took it. They stepped into the lamplight together, and Naruto couldn’t tear his eyes away. Kiba didn’t touch you inappropriately. His hand stayed at a respectful place on your back, his movements easy, light, playful. It wasn’t flirtation. It was a friend offering you what Naruto hadn’t been brave enough to.

And you…

You looked radiant.

Your eyes closed for a moment as the music shifted into something slower. Your hand rested delicately on Kiba’s shoulder, and you followed his rhythm with quiet grace. Naruto felt the ache hit like a dull blade between his ribs. It wasn’t jealousy. It was grief. Grief for the version of the night where he’d said yes.

Kakashi appeared beside him, silent as a shadow, eyes trained on the dancefloor. “I thought you were the bold one,” he said casually, sipping from his strange drink. Naruto didn’t answer. “She asked you first, didn’t she?” “Yeah,” he said, barely above a whisper. Kakashi hummed thoughtfully. “You know, for someone who faced down gods and monsters, you're surprisingly easy to spook.” Naruto grimaced. “It’s not that.” “No?” He hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to mess it up.” Kakashi tilted his head. “By dancing with her?” Naruto ran a hand through his hair. “By not being enough.”

Kakashi was quiet for a moment. Then: “You think love’s about being enough? You think she’s looking at you and thinking about who you’re not?” Naruto stayed silent. “She’s not,” Kakashi said simply. “She’s just thinking about who you are. And whether you’re willing to meet her halfway.”

The words settled like mist, sinking into Naruto’s chest before he could swat them away with a laugh or a shrug. He didn’t answer.

He stepped away from the group without a word.

The garden quieted as he moved past the outer edge, lanternlight fading behind him until only the hush of the trees remained. Here, the world felt stiller. The chatter of voices and clinking of glasses softened into background noise. The sky above opened wide, cloudless and dark, lit only by stars that pulsed in and out of sight like memories.

Naruto exhaled. Ran a hand through his hair. His fingers shook more than he wanted to admit.

“You always were dramatic, brat.”

The voice came from a few steps away, low and gravelly and unmistakable. Naruto turned to find Jiraiya seated on the low wooden fence at the edge of the compound garden, a sake bottle resting beside him, sleeves pushed up, the lines in his face deepened by the flickering torchlight. Naruto blinked. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“Long enough to hear that sigh and wonder if someone broke your heart or stepped on your foot.” Naruto snorted, rubbing at the back of his neck. “Neither. I think I stepped on my own.” Jiraiya chuckled, but not unkindly. “Sounds about right.”

Naruto moved closer and leaned against a post beside his old master, staring up at the stars. For a while, neither of them said anything. The silence was companionable, touched with the quiet hum of insects and distant laughter. “She asked me to dance,” Naruto said finally.

Jiraiya made a sound in his throat. “And you said no?” “I said… maybe later.” Jiraiya took a sip of his sake. “And?” “Later never came.” Another pause. Then Jiraiya tilted his head slightly. “Why?” Naruto shrugged. “Because I was scared.” “Of dancing?”

Naruto gave a tired laugh. “No. Of… what it means. Of screwing it up. Of her realizing I’m not enough. That I don’t know what I’m doing. That maybe I’m not as grown up as she thinks I am.” Jiraiya looked at him for a long moment, then reached for the bottle and poured a second cup, handing it over.

Naruto took it without protest.

“Kid,” Jiraiya said, voice quieter now, “do you think any of us ever know what we’re doing when it comes to love?”

Naruto didn’t respond.

“I’ve written more about it than I care to admit,” Jiraiya went on. “Poems, novels, bad smut with good lines. And you know what I’ve learned? Love doesn’t give a damn how experienced you are. It doesn’t care if you’ve done this before, or if you’ve never set foot on that kind of battlefield.”

Naruto glanced at him.

“It’s not about being perfect,” Jiraiya said. “It’s about showing up anyway. Even when your hands are shaking. Especially then.” Naruto looked back at the sky. The stars didn’t have answers, but they didn’t judge either. “I keep thinking,” he said slowly, “that she’s lived more than I have. That she’s been with other people. That maybe she’s expecting something from me I don’t know how to give.” Jiraiya nodded once, solemn. “Maybe she has. Maybe she is. But here’s the thing: she chose you. She’s still choosing you.” Naruto swallowed. The sake burned a little on the way down, but it grounded him. Anchored him to the moment. “She’s not waiting for you to be anyone else,” Jiraiya said. “She’s waiting for you to see yourself the way she already does.”

Naruto went still. And for a moment, the ache in his chest didn’t feel like fear. It felt like hope.

“She doesn’t need you to be better than the people who came before,” Jiraiya added. “She just wants you to be real with her. Honest. Present. There.”

Naruto closed his eyes. He saw you again—your soft smile, the way your fingers had reached for his earlier, the way your eyes had searched his without pressing. The patience in your silence. The quiet ache in your expression when he looked away. “She deserves more,” he whispered. “She deserves you,” Jiraiya said. “The version that fights for what he wants. Not the one who runs because he’s afraid of being seen.”

Naruto opened his eyes. And this time, they were clear.

He turned to Jiraiya, offered the empty cup back. “Thanks.” Jiraiya smirked. “Don’t thank me yet. Go tell her.” Naruto nodded. Pushed off the post. Started back toward the lights. Then paused. Looked back once.

“She really is the one,” he said softly. Jiraiya’s grin softened, just a little. “I know.”

The stars burned quietly above Konoha, scattered like forgotten prayers across the dark velvet sky. The air had cooled, but not unkindly—just enough to brush bare arms and cheeks, to remind the skin that night had fallen fully now. The wind carried traces of laughter and sake and ash, the scent of grilled fish long since faded. Somewhere nearby, the music still played—slower now, like the celebration had softened into something more intimate, more remembered than lived.

You stood near the edge of the garden, your cup cradled loosely in your hands, the last of your drink warming your palms more than your thoughts. You weren’t drunk—not really. Just flushed. Loose. Your limbs felt like they belonged to you in a different way tonight, like gravity was softer than usual. Naruto found you there—quiet, apart, beneath the hanging paper lanterns whose glow had faded to something pale and dreamlike. The moment he saw you, he stopped. Something had shifted.

You felt it too. It lived in the way his shoulders moved now—not uncertain, not closed off. Like whatever weight he’d been carrying had finally been set down, somewhere just out of sight. Your eyes met, and this time, he didn’t look away. “Hey,” you said softly. He returned the word, simple and steady. “Hey.” You let the silence stretch for a breath. Two. Then, gently, “Would you mind if we left?”

His brow lifted slightly. “Now?” You nodded, the corner of your mouth curling. “I think I’ve had enough celebration for one night.” He didn’t argue. Only tilted his head and studied you for a moment, as if trying to see something behind your eyes. And then he smiled. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

You moved through the party one last time together, exchanging quiet goodbyes with friends who were already starting to gather in smaller circles, voices hushed with the weight of sleepiness or drink. Ino hugged you both. Lee offered an overly dramatic farewell speech. Shikamaru waved from his spot on the steps without rising. Kakashi gave Naruto a slow, knowing nod—nothing more.

And then the lanterns were behind you. The lights. The music. And Konoha unfolded before you like a sleeping giant, every rooftop soaked in silver, every street empty and waiting.

The walk home was quiet, but not the same kind of quiet it had been earlier. Something had shifted in the air between you. Something subtle. Not spoken. But there. Naruto walked beside you with his hands tucked loosely into his pockets, his gaze moving occasionally from the cobbled path to the moonlit rooftops. You felt the way his body shifted—closer now, more open. Like whatever wall he’d kept between you had cracked, and the light was finally pouring through.

You didn’t press him. Didn’t speak. You let the night hold the silence for you.

Above you, the moon hung high, a white coin carved into the dark, casting long shadows that trailed behind you like whispers. The lamps along the street were few and far between now, their flickering glow only accentuating the softness of the night. The world felt smaller somehow—slowed down. As if all the noise of the evening had been left behind in a memory, and only this moment remained. You were nearly at his building—just a few doors away—when he stopped. You blinked, turning to him. “Everything okay?” you asked.

He didn’t answer at first. His gaze had lifted—not at you, but just over your shoulder, toward the sky. His lips parted like he was thinking of saying something and couldn’t quite decide how. Then, quietly, “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded.

He turned to face you more fully now. His expression wasn’t guarded—not like before. It was open in a way that caught you off guard. Raw, almost. He looked younger somehow. Like the boy he used to be still lived behind his eyes. “I know this is… backwards,” he said, voice soft, nearly swallowed by the breeze. “But would you… would you still want to dance?”

You stared at him.

It took a beat for the words to settle. For the meaning to unfold. Here. Now. Under the moonlight. In the middle of the quiet street where no one was watching. You blinked once, and then the surprise gave way to something warmer. Your lips curved gently. “I thought you’d never ask,” you whispered. Naruto let out a breath—half laugh, half relief—and stepped toward you, offering his hand with something shy in his eyes. His fingers brushed yours carefully, as if testing the shape of the moment, and then slowly, deliberately, he drew you in.

There was no music. No rhythm but the steady beat of your hearts, and even that felt like a shared thing now, as if your steps were guided not by sound but by trust. He rested one hand at your waist, the other curling around your fingers, and you followed him without hesitation, your free hand settling lightly at his shoulder.

And then the world fell away.

You moved together slowly, your feet gliding over stone still warm from the sun. The moonlight pooled around you in soft silver, catching in your hair, casting gentle glow over his jaw. His eyes didn’t leave yours. Not once. There was something reverent in the way he held you now. Not desperate. Not unsure. But present. Entirely.

You let your head rest lightly against his shoulder, your breath syncing with his. The breeze played at the edges of your sleeves. Somewhere in the distance, a windchime stirred softly—just one single note that faded as quickly as it came. This wasn’t the kind of dance you’d imagined earlier at the celebration. It was quieter. Slower. Almost like dreaming. But it felt more real than anything else had tonight.

You pulled back just slightly, enough to look up at him. His gaze found yours, steady. Clear. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “For earlier.” You shook your head, fingers tightening just a little where they rested against him. “You don’t have to be.” “I do,” he insisted. “Because I saw you. I saw how much you wanted to reach out. And I let the old fear win. I let it tell me I wasn’t enough.”

Your breath caught.

“But you were right there,” he continued. “The whole time. Just… waiting. Not asking for perfect. Just for me. And I think…” He exhaled. “I think I’m finally ready to show up.”

Your heart ached in the best way.

And then, without asking permission from your thoughts, your body leaned in—just enough for your lips to brush against his.

The kiss was soft. Brief. A breath more than a whisper. But it stole the air from Naruto’s lungs.

He froze at first—not because he didn’t want it, but because something inside him cracked open with the touch. Something long-held, long-hidden. The world narrowed to the warmth of your mouth against his and the clean scent of your skin, the way your fingers curved gently at his shoulder as if they’d always belonged there. He felt his heart jolt, like it had missed a step and then raced to catch up. His hand, once trembling with hesitation, now steadied against the small of your back, drawing you just a little closer. His other hand left yours to ghost up your arm, brushing along the curve of your shoulder with something deeper than shyness. Not bold. Not greedy. Just… present. Intentional.

You leaned into him, your body fitting against his like it had always known the shape. And somewhere between the stillness and the silence, your steps slowed again—no longer dancing, just swaying. Breathing. Existing together in the in-between.

Naruto felt it in the shift of your weight. In the way your chest rose and fell a little faster now, how your fingers curled lightly into the fabric at the back of his shirt. His hands moved lower, inch by inch, resting now just above your hips. He’d never dared before. Not even in moments where he could’ve. But tonight, something was different. He was different.

He felt it in the way your breath caught when his palms pressed a little firmer into you, in the subtle way your body tilted toward his, inviting him closer. Testing the space between want and need. You pulled back slightly—not far, just enough to look up at him.

And your gaze…

There was something in your eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something untamed. Not lust alone—something fuller than that. A kind of knowing. Like you’d waited long enough for him to see you, and now that he had… you were ready to show him just how much. And whatever it was, Naruto felt it strike through him like a lightning bolt straight to the chest. He didn’t speak. He couldn’t.

And then—your hand found the side of his neck, pulled him down—

—and you kissed him again.

But this time, it wasn’t soft. Your mouth moved against his with intent, lips parting, deepening the contact until he felt the tip of your tongue brush his. He gasped quietly into you, the sound lost in the heat, in the way your fingers slid into his hair, anchoring him to you as if the street beneath your feet might vanish. He’d never kissed like this before. Not once.

And yet—his body answered instinctively. Mouth opening to you. Breath mingling with yours. His hands tightened where they held you, no longer afraid of their own boldness. You tasted like wine and something sweeter, something only you, and it was dizzying. Your tongue moved slowly against his, teasing, coaxing, and he groaned softly into the kiss before he could stop himself. The sound vibrated against your lips—and you only pulled him closer.

He melted into you.

Right there in the empty street, under the indifferent gaze of the moon, he let the fear go. No more hesitating. No more wondering if he was enough. Just the pressure of your mouth on his, the urgency in your hands, the electricity threading through every point of contact between you. You kissed him like you had no plans of stopping. Like you’d been waiting for this—him—for longer than you cared to admit.

And Naruto felt it.

He felt it in the way your hands tightened slightly in his hair, in the heat that flared behind your kiss, in the barely restrained pull of your body toward his like a tide that had finally found its shore. His heart slammed in his chest—not from fear anymore, but from the raw realization of how long he’d wanted this too. Wanted you.

Your lips parted slowly, drawing back only far enough for breath, and in the quiet space between your bodies, something shimmered—like the moment had changed shape. Grown deeper. Denser. The kind of silence that hummed beneath the skin. For a few heartbeats, you both just stood there, looking at one another.

Your cheeks were flushed, your lips wet and slightly parted. And the look in your eyes—half-lidded, steady—felt like the answer to every unspoken question he’d ever carried. Naruto’s chest rose and fell with uneven rhythm. Something inside him had uncoiled, warm and spreading, and he couldn’t—didn’t—want to rein it back in. Your fingers found his again. He laced them with yours without hesitation. Neither of you said anything as you turned toward the road again, this time walking in sync, quieter now but heavier with intent. The distance to his apartment wasn’t far, but tonight it felt like another kind of journey—like each step was carrying you both across some invisible threshold neither of you had dared to cross until now.

The streets of Konoha were utterly still. The last of the lanterns had burned low behind paper walls, casting faded orange hues through distant windows. The moon rode high above the village, bathing rooftops and stone in silver-blue light. And though you were surrounded by familiar streets and silent shadows, the air between you and Naruto felt charged, different—like the village itself was holding its breath.

When you reached his building, Naruto hesitated only briefly before pushing the door open. He stepped aside to let you in, hand never leaving yours. Inside, the space was warm and quiet—dimly lit by the soft golden glow of a single lamp near the kitchen. It smelled faintly of clean linen and the faint trace of sandalwood, and for a moment, you both simply stood there, letting the hush of home settle around you.

Then you turned to him again.

And whatever had been restrained on the walk over—tempered by silence, steadied by breath—broke free all at once. He moved first. A step forward. A hand to your cheek. A kiss—deeper now, tasting of want and recognition. He kissed you like someone who had finally realized he didn’t need to be anyone else. Just yours. Only that. Your hands found his waist, pulling him in.

And Naruto—

He let go of whatever had been holding him back. He kissed you with more certainty than before. Still gentle, still careful, but grounded in something solid now. One hand slid to your hip, resting there, fingertips tentative at first. But when you didn’t flinch—when you pressed closer instead—his touch grew bolder. Confident in a way that surprised even him. He broke away, breath heavy, and looked at you with wide, wondering eyes. You smiled, brushing your thumb across his cheek. “So…” you murmured, lips still close enough to his that he felt the whisper against his skin, “this new confidence…” He blinked, breath catching. “Huh?” Your grin widened just slightly. “I take it Jiraiya had something to do with it?” Naruto’s expression shifted—surprised, then amused, then a little sheepish. “Maybe,” he admitted, laughing under his breath. “Or maybe it was… I don’t know. You.”

Your smile softened, turning quiet again. And then you kissed him once more—slow, open, filled with something wordless—and whatever he might have said next vanished. You pulled him with you as you stepped deeper into the room, his arms around you now, your lips barely leaving his for more than a second. The rhythm between you changed again. No longer fast. No longer rushed. Just close. Constant. His hands moved over your sides, your back, learning the lines of you. When his mouth trailed from your lips to your jaw, you tilted your head, granting him silent permission—and he followed the path down to your throat, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake.

When he reached that one spot—just beneath your ear, the place that always made your breath stutter—he paused. And kissed it. Softly. Then again. Slower. Your breath hitched, and you exhaled a small, trembling sound—a quiet moan that escaped you before you could pull it back. Naruto froze.

That sound—

That single, fragile sound lit something in him. His pulse roared in his ears. Not from panic. From pure heat.

He kissed the spot again, firmer this time, and you gasped softly, pressing closer, fingers fisting into the fabric of his shirt. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest. Could feel the tremble in your hands. Could feel you—all of you—leaning into him without restraint. “Y-you okay?” he whispered against your skin, voice rough. Your answer was a breathless laugh, hands sliding down his back. “More than okay.” That was all he needed.

Your steps shifted, backward now, toward the hall that led to his bedroom. You tugged gently on his hand, guiding him, never breaking contact. His fingers traced patterns along the small of your back, then upward, slipping beneath fabric, skimming bare skin. His mouth found yours again—slower now, deeper, every kiss unraveling something in him he hadn’t known was still tightly wound. But just as the threshold to his bedroom approached, you slowed. Then stopped. You looked up at him, your fingers still looped at the collar of his shirt. “Naruto?” you asked quietly. He blinked, suddenly aware of the way his hands were trembling again. You were breathing quickly, but your eyes were steady, clear. “Are you… sure?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “We don’t have to rush.” His heart stuttered. And then he smiled. Not wide. Not nervous. Just real.

He reached for your hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he said, his voice low and warm. “I want this. I want you.” Your eyes softened. And something in your shoulders relaxed, the last thread of uncertainty dissolving like mist. You didn’t say anything as you reached for his hand again. Just held it. Just led him.

The quiet of his bedroom wrapped around you both as you stepped inside—low light spilling in from the streetlamp outside, catching in the pale curtain that swayed ever so slightly in the breeze. The room was warm, lived-in. A space that had seen late nights, quiet mornings, laughter, silence. But not this. Not you, like this. You turned to him again, close now, and your hands rose slowly—fingertips brushing along his shoulders, then up the sides of his neck, featherlight. He felt the weight of your touch like a current running through him, grounding and electric at once. He swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat.

Your eyes searched his face for a beat longer—asking without asking. And he nodded. That was all you needed.

Your lips met his again, unhurried, coaxing him into something deeper. The kiss was slow but certain, your mouth moving against his like you knew exactly how to pull him in, how to quiet the last tremors in his chest. His hands came to rest at your waist as he kissed you back, still with that soft, stunned kind of awe, like he was afraid he might wake up. You smiled against his mouth, and then your hands began to move—down over his chest, sliding along the hem of his shirt. You hesitated just for a moment, giving him room to stop you. He didn’t. He couldn’t. He only nodded again, his breath shaky but sure, and lifted his arms to let you undress him.

You peeled his shirt away slowly, inch by inch, revealing warm skin and lean muscle and a trail of nervous heat that ran straight up his spine. He shivered beneath your touch, not from cold, but from the sheer intimacy of it—of being seen, not just looked at. Of being wanted.

And you…

You were so gentle with him.

Your hands brushed along his collarbones, down over his bare chest, slow and reverent, like every inch of him deserved to be known. Naruto’s breath hitched again, and his fingers flexed slightly at your hips. He wasn’t used to being touched like this—softly, patiently. He didn’t know how to hold it in his palms without trembling. But you didn’t rush him. You kissed him again—slower now. Deeper.

He sank into it.

Your body pressed against his, warm and certain, and you moved together in careful steps until the back of your knees found the edge of the bed. You broke the kiss with a quiet breath, eyes flicking down, and then, without words, you let your dress fall away.

His mouth went dry.

You stood there before him in nothing but soft underthings, bathed in shadow and streetlight, your hair loose around your shoulders, your chest rising and falling just a little quicker than before. Naruto had never seen anything more beautiful. He wanted to say something—anything—but no words came. Only the heat that rushed to his cheeks, the way his throat tightened with something close to wonder. You reached for his hand again, and guided him down with you.

The mattress dipped beneath your weight as you laid back slowly, and he followed—carefully, hesitantly—hovering over you on his elbows, his skin flushed and warm, his eyes locked to yours like they were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. He didn’t know where to look. Your face. Your neck. The soft slope of your collarbone. The line of your waist beneath him. And the way you were watching him—open, patient, welcoming—like you weren’t nervous at all, only present.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered before he could stop himself.

Your smile deepened.

And then your hands found him again—gentle at first, tracing along his sides, grounding him. He shivered beneath your touch. Every brush of your fingertips felt like it carved a new memory into his skin. He leaned down slowly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Then lower. Then to the space just above your heart. You sighed softly beneath him, your hands threading up into his hair again, pulling him back to your lips. The kiss deepened quickly—hungrier now. You moved against him, your body arching gently beneath his, and Naruto could hardly breathe. You were everywhere—soft skin and breath and sound and want—and he’d never imagined it could feel like this. Not frantic, not lost. Just… real.

Your thigh brushed his hip. His hand slipped along your side, learning your shape. You guided him with subtle movements, always patient, always careful. He was clumsy, a little too tentative, but you didn’t mind. You made room for him. You taught him how to listen to you—through breath, through touch, through the way your lips broke apart only to find his again. And every time he kissed you, he gave a little more of himself away. Until it wasn’t nervousness anymore. It was want. It was him choosing this—you—with both hands.

He hovered over you now, shirtless and flushed, your bodies pressed together, breath mingling, eyes searching. And in that moment, nothing about him felt unsure. Not anymore. He leaned down again, kissed you softly, slowly. One hand cupped your cheek, the other tangled with yours where it rested between your bodies. “Tell me if I mess something up,” Naruto whispered, voice hoarse. “You won’t,” you said, voice low and full of certainty. “You’re here. That’s all that matters.”

Your breath was still warm on his lips when you shifted—slow, unhurried—your hands brushing over his chest, grounding him as you moved. He felt the shift in your weight first, the gentle push at his side, the silent way you guided him to roll with you until he found himself on his back. The mattress dipped beneath your knees.

And suddenly, you were above him. His heart stuttered.

Naruto lay there, staring up at you, lips parted, eyes wide, every nerve in his body awake and buzzing. The soft light from the window wrapped around your shoulders, silvering the outline of your form, and for a moment, all he could do was look at you—his breath caught somewhere in his throat. You weren’t rushing. You just were—kneeling over him, thighs pressing gently around his hips, your hands resting against his ribs like you’d always belonged there.

And gods, you were beautiful.

His hands, uncertain at first, rose to your thighs, fingers lightly brushing against your skin. His touch was reverent. Careful. Like he didn’t quite believe you were real. But you leaned into him, just a little, your hips settling lightly against his, and the heat that bloomed through his chest nearly undid him. He felt it—you—everywhere. In the weight of your body over his. In the look in your eyes as they searched his face. In the soft curve of your mouth when you realized how hard he was trying not to fall apart under you.

And then—

Without a word, you reached one hand behind you, toward the small of your back. Naruto’s breath hitched. His hands froze on your legs as he watched—really watched—the way your fingers moved to the clasp of your bra, the slow, practiced ease of it. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t seductive in the way some might imagine. It was honest. Intimate. And utterly captivating.

He didn’t even realize he’d stopped breathing.

You unhooked it with a quiet snap, the straps slipping forward over your shoulders. Your eyes never left his. The fabric slid away, soft as a sigh, and you let it fall beside you on the bed without ceremony.

And then you were bare to him.

His breath came back all at once. Not in a gasp. Not in a moan. But in a long, silent exhale, like his chest had finally remembered how to move.

You weren’t shy—not with him. And that did something to him. Something deep. Because in that moment, you weren’t just showing him your body. You were offering trust. Letting him see you—truly see you—without hiding, without armor. And it wasn’t lust that struck him first. It was wonder. Pure, quiet wonder.

His hands lifted slowly, brushing over your hips, your waist, then higher—until one hand settled just beneath your ribs, fingers splayed, as if trying to memorize the shape of you with his palm. “You’re…” he whispered, but the word trailed off. He couldn’t finish it. Because there wasn’t a word strong enough. You leaned down then, your bare skin brushing his, and kissed him—slow, deep, steady. He melted into it. Into you. His arms wound around your back, holding you against him, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could feel it.

You were all softness and fire, all steady rhythm and quiet urgency, and Naruto—he had never known closeness like this. He didn’t feel lost. Or out of place.

He felt… seen.

You stayed there above him, straddling his hips, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his waist, your breath still warm and shallow as it mingled with his. His hands rested tentatively on your thighs, and he couldn’t look away—couldn’t stop watching you, the way your hair framed your face, the way your chest rose and fell in time with his own racing heart. And then—without a word—you reached down and took his hands again.

You guided them upward, slowly, fingers intertwined with his, lifting them from where they rested to the warm bare skin of your waist. His breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. He let you move him. Let you show him. His palms slid across your ribs, your sides—still hesitant, still trembling with the weight of the moment—and then higher. Until you placed them over your breasts. He froze.

Heat rushed to his face so fast he thought his vision might blur—but he didn’t look away. He couldn’t. Your hands stayed over his, holding him there. Not forcing. Guiding. And when he looked up at you, your gaze was soft and patient, your expression so full of trust it made his chest ache. So he breathed in. And let himself feel.

Your skin was warm beneath his fingers—soft and delicate, yet solid and real. He moved slowly, following the shape of you, brushing his thumbs in slow circles where he thought you might like it. He wasn’t sure. He was guessing. Learning.

And then—

You sighed. A soft, low sound that slipped past your lips and settled in the space between you like a secret. He felt it everywhere. In his chest, in his pulse, in the way his hands instinctively tightened just slightly around you. You leaned into his touch, and he thought he might shatter under the weight of it—not from pressure, but from how much it was. How real. The heat between your bodies deepened, not frantic, but steady—like an ember catching breath, growing warmer by degrees.

Your hips shifted over him, only slightly, but it sent a jolt of sensation through his spine. His hands faltered for a moment, and you leaned down to kiss him—reassuring, slow, grounding him again. Then your hands slid down his arms, down his sides, until they rested against his stomach. You moved with purpose—graceful, unhurried—and he let you take the lead. You were the lead. And he was following, willingly. Your mouth trailed soft kisses down his jaw, his neck, and he tilted his head instinctively to give you more room. His hands never left your skin, still exploring in quiet reverence, and each time you shifted over him, he had to fight to keep his breath steady.

But gods—he didn’t want you to stop.

And you didn’t.

Your hips moved again, slowly, rolling down against him with more certainty this time—drawing a quiet, startled sound from his throat as his body arched up toward yours. The friction was sudden and devastating, even through the layers that still separated you. But it was real, and Naruto felt it with every inch of his skin. You moved again. And he couldn’t think. Just feel.

The pressure. The warmth. The way your body aligned with his like it had always belonged there. You rocked against him with slow, deliberate rhythm, and all he could do was hold on—his fingers gripping at your hips now, not tightly, but with awe, as if grounding himself to something solid. He was already so hard it almost hurt.

And he knew—knew from the way your breath quickened, the way your hands slid up along his chest again, the way your eyes darkened when they met his—you felt it too. You wanted him. Not just in theory. Not just in a vague, distant way. You wanted this. You wanted him. And it undid something in him.

Naruto swallowed, his breath shaky, his body trembling beneath you as your lips ghosted along his neck—soft, trailing, open-mouthed kisses that made his spine curl into the mattress. He was losing himself, and he didn’t mind. You kissed him again, deeper now, and his hands moved up your back, one tangling in your hair, the other resting at your waist. And then you shifted. Your hands slid down, slow and sure, until your fingers found the waistband of his pants. You paused just long enough to search his face—quiet question in your eyes. He nodded.

Breathless. Helpless. Willing.

And you moved.

Your fingers worked with quiet urgency—no teasing, no delay. You undid the button, the zipper, and began to slide the fabric down. Naruto lifted his hips without thinking, giving you space, trusting you completely. You moved with such care, such ease, like the moment was a conversation you already knew how to speak. Boxers followed. And suddenly the air felt different—cooler against his skin, heavier between you. He was exposed now. Completely. And still, you didn’t look away. You didn’t laugh. Or flinch. Or hesitate. You just breathed. And touched. And stayed.

His cheeks burned, but he couldn’t look anywhere else. Because you were still above him, warm and steady, hands on his thighs, your gaze roaming slowly over him—not as someone assessing, but as someone feeling. Wanting.

You leaned in closer, the heat from your bodies mingling together as your breath whispered across his bare skin. Then, with a gentle ease that belied the racing pulse in your throat, you bent down and took him into your mouth.

Naruto's eyes shot wide, a sharp intake of breath cutting through the silence of the room. His hips jolted upwards reflexively, a soft, desperate sound escaping his lips. The sensation was like nothing he'd ever felt before—so much more intense, so much more personal than the furtive touches he'd stolen from himself in the quiet of his own room when he was alone. Your mouth was warm and wet, enveloping him completely, and it sent a shockwave of pleasure through him that left his body trembling.

You didn't stop, though. You took him deeper, your tongue playing along the sensitive underside of his shaft, your hands caressing his thighs, urging them apart slightly to give yourself more room. The feeling of you around him was intoxicating, a heady mix of pleasure and disbelief that had him groaning out loud. His cheeks were still flushed, his eyes glazed over as they remained locked on yours, watching as your head moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had him seeing stars.

After a few moments that stretched into an eternity, you pulled back, just enough to allow a glimpse of pink around his girth. You looked up at him, your eyes filled with a smoldering heat that mirrored the fire burning in his own. The connection between you was palpable, a silent communication that spoke of desire and need.

Naruto's chest heaved with the effort of staying still, his fingers twitching against the comforter. He wanted to reach for you, to touch you, but he was afraid to break the spell. So he held on, watching as you took him in again, your cheeks hollowing with each deep suck. The noises you made were low and needy, and they only served to spur him on, making his erection throb painfully. You paused, just for a moment, to swirl your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that had beaded there. It was a gesture so intimate, so erotic, that it had him moaning your name.

He felt your warm breath against his skin as you paused, looking up at him with eyes that held the promise of so much more. He could see the desire in your gaze, the way it flickered with anticipation and the faintest trace of nerves. It was like watching a flame dance in the dark—beautiful, mesmerizing, and oh so tempting. And as your lips left him, swollen and sensitive, he couldn't help but feel the loss like a physical ache.

But you didn't leave him hanging for long.

You slid your way back up his body, your soft curves brushing against him like a warm summer breeze, leaving trails of heat in their wake. When your gaze met his again, there was something new in your eyes—a determination that sent his pulse racing even faster. He watched, unable to look away, as your hands slid to the edge of your underwear, tugging it gently down your legs. Your thighs parted slightly, revealing the soft, bare skin of your inner thighs, and his eyes followed the path down, down, until you were just as bare as he was.

The room felt like it was spinning around him—everything but the two of you seemed to fade away into nothing but a distant buzz. His heart hammered in his chest, echoing in his ears, and all he could do was lie there, trembling, as you straddled him once again. The head of his cock nudged against your wet heat, and he couldn't hold back the groan that rumbled up from deep within him. The feeling was exquisite—like coming home after a long, hard journey.

As you positioned yourself over him, guiding him to your entrance, your eyes never left his. They were wide, filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, but the confidence in your touch belied any doubt you might have felt. And when you finally sank down, taking him inch by inch into your warm, welcoming depths, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

Naruto's hips jerked up to meet you, the sensation of being inside you so intense it was almost painful. You were so tight, so wet, so perfect, and the way your body seemed to mold around him was like a dream come true.

You slid down until he was fully sheathed inside you, and then you stilled, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you adjusted to the new sensation. He could feel your muscles contracting around him, gripping him like a vice, and it took every ounce of his willpower not to move, not to thrust up into you and claim you as his own. Instead, he waited, his hands on your hips, his breathing ragged. He watched as your eyes fluttered closed and a soft, contented sigh escaped your lips. And when you finally began to rock your hips, moving slowly at first, he felt like he could come undone right then and there.

The sensation was overwhelming—each roll of your hips sending waves of pleasure crashing through him, each brush of your clit against his pelvis making him grit his teeth in an effort to hold back. He didn't want this to end, didn't want to miss a single moment of feeling you like this, wrapped around him so perfectly.

Your breasts bounced gently with each movement, your nipples hard and pebbled from the cold air in the room. He reached up to cup them, feeling the weight of them in his hands, watching as you bit your lip in response. The air was thick with lust, with the scent of your arousal mingling with his own, creating a heady perfume that seemed to cloud his thoughts even further. All he could focus on was the way you felt, the way you moved, the way your eyes opened to meet his again, filled with a heat that seemed to scorch his very soul.

You leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was just as hungry, just as demanding as the way your body moved against his. It was like you were trying to devour each other, to consume one another in a fiery dance of passion that neither of you could control. Narutos eyes never left yours, and as your hips rolled in a sensual dance, he could feel the tightness of your pussy clench around him, milking him with every stroke. It was a delicious torture, one he didn't know if he could endure much longer.

Reaching out, you took his hand and brought it to your mouth, wrapping those soft, warm lips around two of his fingers. Narutos breath hitched as you sucked them into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them, tasting him, teasing him. He watched, entranced, as you drew them out slowly, your eyes never leaving his, and then you brought them down to that sweet, sensitive bud nestled between your folds. "Here," you whispered, guiding his hand to your clit, "like this." You showed him how you liked it, the way your hips bucked when he touched you, the way your breath hitched in your throat. And as your fingers danced around his, his mind went blank with the need to feel more of you, to give you more pleasure than you could handle.

He started to rub you in those slow, steady circles, just as you'd shown him, and the noises you made—the way your breath caught in your throat, the soft, keening sounds that escaped your lips—it was like a siren's song, drawing him closer to the edge of oblivion. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the heat building in his cock, and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from coming right then and there.

But you had other plans. You took his hand away from your clit, leaving it wet and shining with your arousal, and brought it to his mouth. "Taste." you murmured, and he obeyed without thought, licking the sweetness from his own fingers. The taste was heady, intoxicating, and it only served to drive him wilder.

You straddled him once more, and this time, as you took him inside you, there was a new urgency in your movements. You rode him harder, faster, your breasts bouncing with the rhythm of your hips, your nails digging into his shoulders. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him, and he knew he was losing control. But Naruto didn't want to just watch anymore. He reached up, grabbing your hips with both hands, and guided you into a more intense rhythm. His thumb found your clit again, and he rubbed it in those perfect circles that made you whimper and arch your back. Your eyes squeezed shut as you leaned into his touch, your body shuddering with each stroke.

"Like that?" he panted, his voice thick with desire. "Yes," you gasped, your voice strained, "just like that."

And as you moved together, the only sounds in the room were the slap of skin on skin and the muffled cries of pleasure. His cock was so deep inside you, it felt like he was touching your soul, filling you up in a way nothing else ever could. And with each thrust, he could feel you tightening around him, could feel you getting closer and closer to that sweet release.

You leaned forward, your hair cascading around both of you like a curtain of silk, and kissed him hard. It was a kiss filled with passion and need, a kiss that spoke of the connection that had been building between you for so long. And as your tongues tangled together, Naruto felt the world fall away, leaving just the two of them in this perfect moment. But he couldn't resist the urge any longer. With a groan of pure need, he rolled you both over, his body now covering yours, his eyes never leaving yours. The shift in power was palpable, but instead of fear, you seemed to melt into it, your legs wrapping around his waist eagerly. He held you tightly, one hand cradling your head, the other sliding down to grip your hip firmly. His cock slid out of you briefly, only to be replaced by the thickness of his thumb, which he used to tease your clit as he positioned himself at your entrance again.

"Yes," you moaned, your body arching up to meet his, your eyes begging him to fill you again. He didn't disappoint. With one swift, powerful thrust, he was inside you, and the sound that left your lips was nothing short of a scream of pleasure. You felt so good, so tight, so wet around him, and the sensation was more than he could handle. His hips began to move, a punishing rhythm that had your breath coming in pants and your nails digging into his back.

You clung to him, your legs locked around his waist, your heels digging into his ass, urging him deeper, faster. The way you moved with him was like nothing he'd ever experienced—each stroke a symphony of pleasure that had him teetering on the edge of ecstasy. "I can't hold on much longer," he confessed, his voice strained, his muscles tight with the effort of maintaining control. "Neither can I," you gasped, your own body wound tight as a spring, desperate for release.

You reached down between your bodies, your hand finding your clit easily in the slickness that had built up between you. Your fingers danced over the sensitive nub, and your cries grew louder, more urgent, as you approached the precipice. "Don't stop, please," you begged, your voice breaking with need.

And Naruto didn't. He watched as your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth fell open, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. He thrust into you harder, faster, his own body responding to the desperation in your voice. He could feel the tension coiling in his balls, the heat building in his cock. You tightened around him, your pussy gripping him like a vise, and he just knew you were close. So close. And he wanted to be there with you. He wanted to feel you come apart in his arms, wanted to know that he'd been the one to give you that kind of pleasure.

So he leaned down and whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a low, gruff rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "Let go."

And with those words, something inside you snapped. You bucked against him, your back arching off the bed, your body writhing with pleasure. The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing through you, making your toes curl and your eyes roll back in your head.

But Naruto didn't let up. He kept pounding into you, his own release so close he could taste it. And when he felt you begin to come down from that peak, he knew it was time. He slammed into you one final time, his thumb pressing hard against your clit as he spilled himself inside you, his cock pulsing with each hot, thick rope of cum.

The feeling was indescribable—the way your walls contracted around him, milking him for every last drop, the way your body shuddered with the aftershocks of your climax. You lay there, panting, your body still clenching around him, your legs still shaking. And when he finally pulled out of you, the feeling of emptiness was almost too much to bear.

But then—he didn’t leave.

He didn’t roll away or shift awkwardly like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He just stayed, chest rising and falling against yours, his forehead pressed gently to your shoulder, his arms wound around you like you were something sacred. Something still worth holding, even now. Especially now. His breath was warm on your skin. Uneven. Quiet. You felt it—how his heart was still racing against your ribs.

And when he finally spoke, it was soft. A little hoarse. Like he was afraid to break whatever spell the night had cast.

“…Was that okay?”

You turned your head slightly, brushing your lips against his temple. Your fingers moved gently through his hair, damp and mussed, golden strands clinging to your skin. You smiled. “That was perfect.”

Naruto let out a breath you didn’t realize he’d been holding. A tiny, disbelieving laugh trembled in his chest as he shifted just enough to look at you. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes still wide with something close to wonder. His fingers trailed lightly over your waist, then your hip, like he wasn’t ready to let go. Not even of a single inch of you. “I didn’t think it would feel like that,” he said, almost shy. “I mean… I didn’t know it could.” You nudged his nose with yours. “You’re not supposed to know everything, Naruto.” He blinked. “But I wanted to do it right.” “You did.” And you meant it—because it hadn’t been about practiced touches or perfect rhythm. It had been about you and him, the way your bodies learned one another slowly, the way you listened, the way he gave, the way it all meant something.

He kissed you softly, reverently, his lips lingering like a promise, then pulled back only far enough to wrap the blanket over you both. His arms found you again, pulling you close against his chest. Your head nestled beneath his chin, his hand splaying protectively over your back.

Outside, Konoha slept under a silver-washed sky. Inside, everything was still.

“You’re not going anywhere, right?” he whispered, half-asleep already, words slurred at the edges. You smiled into his skin. “Nowhere but here.” And you felt it then—his whole body relaxing around you. The last of the tension bleeding out of him. Trust, full and quiet. Love, warm and unguarded. You lay there for a long time, tangled together in the dark, the kind of silence that wasn’t empty, but full. Of breath, of heartbeat, of something deeper settling between you. And in that hush before sleep, wrapped in his arms, skin still humming where he’d touched you, you knew this for certain:

You had never been more seen.

And he had never been more yours.

[jefth3kilr]

Choso only lasts two pumps today :(

On a good day, he doesn't last long.

His first round is when he's at his weakest- pussy deprived for more than 24 hours, precum everywhere.. he gets his dick soaked in you for more than a second and he's done. He's a mess.

His second round is always longer.

"it's less sensitive now.." he mumbles and rubs himself, teasing it into you again. Now you can expect him to last as long as you want.. you can tell him exactly when you want him to come and he'll do it on command.

But today is one of his weaker days.

"baby, put it in.." you encourage him, where you're lying below him and looking up at his face.

"mm.." he rubs the head of his dick through your mess, where your legs are spread, knees pinned back to your chest.

He took over in a heated craze and put you in this position, now doesn't seem to have the guts to follow through with his plan.

He knows it's going to be tight.

"mm.." he moans, sliding just the tip of his dick inside.

Your hands are on his hips, pulling him closer, and your pussy is just sucking him in.

"all the way, Cho.."

"ugh.." he slides all the way back with a grunt, his head falling down to yours, lips and tongues connecting with shared moans.

"Choso.." your head is spinning, "it hurts.."

You bite your lip.

You know it only turns him on more.

You can feel him pulsing inside you.

"baby.." he looks at you dangerously, with those needy, deprived, dark eyes of his.

He's ready to bust already.

"please.. Choso.." you encourage him but you know what's going to happen.

"I.. I.." he drags his hips back.. "ugh.." and forth. Once.

Yeah it feels good but you need more.

"baby.. it's really tight today.. I.. I can't.."

His breath is unsteady, eyes unfocused and his head.. oh his sweet head is a mess.

He pulls back again, painfully slowly, then proceeds to babble his way through his orgasm.

Sinking himself inside you, on the second fucking pump, he drives himself all the way back, soaking your walls, making you drip, then falling down into the crook of your neck.

"I couldn't.. couldn't.. last longer.. baby.. I.." he still sounds all shaky from coming, "I wanted.. to.. but....."

"shh.." you tell him and pull him closer, revelling in the warmth of his body.

[jefth3kilr]

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This is an 18+ Blog!!!

requests : closed

summary: i write all kind of fics (mostly hc because they are easier to write) mainly smut bc im a freak lmao

current hyper fixation: naruto

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🥀angst

♥️fluff

🖤smut

naruto hc

naruto boys as virgins hc 🖤

naruto boys + would u love me as a worm ♥️

naruto boys + random kinks 🖤

naruto boys + what turns them on 🖤

naruto boys and PDA ♥️

naruto boys + how loud they are and stamina 🖤

naruto boys + pet names 🖤

naruto fic

rock lee and his stamina 🖤

[jefth3kilr]

Hii there, I’m the anonymous who asked for virgin Naruto boys hc

Just saw your question, I meant the boys were virgin. But you can do it the way you prefer :) I’m just looking for Sasuke smut 🫣

naruto boys as virgins 🎋🍃

includes: naruto, sasuke, neji, lee, kiba

warning: NSFW MNR DNI

naruto

i kind of think both ways on this. 1. i think naruto wouldn’t be embarrassed to say he’s a virgin. he doesn’t think it’s a big deal and he’s claiming that he’s waiting for the right person. 2. naruto will lie about not being a virgin lmao. he’ll make up stories about his past sex experiences even though he has none.

when you try to throw some advances on naruto, like batting your eyes lashes and moving closer to him while twirling your hair; he doesn’t understand at first. but when he does get the hint, you better believe he’s a blushing and stuttering mess. it’s not that he doesn’t want to have sex with you, he most definitely does. he’s just a nervous wreck because he doesn’t want to mess anything up.

I think he would be absolutely clueless when it comes to his first time 😭 he heard a lot from his missions with Jiraiya, but he wasn’t really listening to that stuff. He definitely does NOT know where the clit is…..but he’ll figure it out eventually

he’s good at taking orders from you, his whole goal is to make you feel good. Just let him know what he’s doing right and what he needs to fix, he won’t be offended

sasuke

no one would really know if he’s a virgin or not. he doesn’t talk about it and he also doesn’t engage in any conversation about sex. But secretly i feel like he’s a pretty horny guy, especially when it comes to you. He definitely feels like a pervert lmao

he could catch on to your advances, he’s pretty used to is since a lot of girls flirt with him. he’s just unsure of how to flirt back. so his advances on you would be menacingly staring at your from afar lmao, he’s a hard guy to read.

I think when it actually comes to his first time, Sasuke would be a nervous wreck. that confident demeanor that he shows usually would be long gone when it comes to this moment. he knows about stuff, like what to do, he’s just kind of bad about it. His fingering skills definitely need work (once he gets a hang of it though, you’re done for) he’s also a little clumsy when it comes to undressing you because he’s shaking.

he finds the clit pretty easily supringly, he read about it in an anatomy book so that was the first thing he went looking for. he just isn’t sure what to do with it at first.

he doesn’t last long his first time….which is super embarrassing to him. but overall he figures things out pretty easily.

neji

he doesn’t know the first thing about sex. his whole life was spent training and trying to climb his way up to the top, so girls were never in his mind.

he tries not to act embarrassed about being virgin, and it usually doesn’t bother him. But if Lee or Naruto lose their virginity before him he will most definitely be embarrassed about still being a virgin.

If you try advances on him, he doesn’t really get the hint until it becomes obvious. i think he’d flirt back a little, but not a lot because he’s not super into PDA or stuff like that.

Your first time together will be set up perfectly. He would make sure you have the house to yourselves, he’ll light candles, he’ll even put rose petals down. he’s read every single book he could find about sex.

When it comes to foreplay i think he would be decent. he would know to kill your body and touch you. he will definitely find the clit right away.

when it comes to the actual penetration part, he gets pathetic. he didn’t expect it to feel that good. i think neji would last a pretty good amount of time, but he’ll be holding back whines the whole time. afterwards he’ll be out like a light lmao

lee

ok, lee is clueless. but hear me out; i think he would be the best at it for virgin.

he would NOT understand any advances you try on him. if you want to sleep with him you have to tell him that straight up. the moment leading up to it he will be a blushing and nervous wreck.

he doesn’t know where the clit is, he doesn’t even know what a clit is lmao. but after you explain it to him, he’ll find it and won’t let up from touching and licking it.

Lee had the craziest stamina known to man kind. i think he would last pretty long, but even after the first round he’s far from done. Like Naruto, his main goal is to make you cum. and he will do everything in his power to give you pleasure (even if your crying and shaking….but in a good way ofc.

KING OF AFTER CARE.

kiba

this guy would definitely lie that’s he’s not a virgin 😭 but you figure it out pretty quickly when he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Kiba is a cocky; and that doesn’t change, even if he’s a virgin.

He catches on to your advances pretty fast, and you don’t need to try much to get him to sleep with you. he’s down whenever you are.

sex with him is super messy and uncoordinated. you definitely hit foreheads a couple of times while making out, causing you both to need a break (and an ice pack) he bites you too hard at some point, which caused a break because you need a bandaid. and he tries to finger you WAYYY too fast at first.

Kiba doesn’t know where the clit is, and his isn’t super knowledgeable about it. But he’s a messy eater so he’s bound to find it at some point. he just gets lucky that he accidentally licks it at some point. he acts like it was on purpose and he totally knew what he was doing lmao (he’s lying….)

thank you all so much for reading! i’m sorry this took so long to publish! life has been so busy 😭 requests are closed right now because i’m trying to finish old requests!

[jefth3kilr]

🍯 Out of the boyz who can find the clit? 😔

Who even knows that it exists??? I need answers 😔

warnings: nsfw content, minors please do not interact. afab reader.

don't know what a clit is

sasuke - doesn't care, didn't ask, will never seek for that knowledge.

utakata - if you ask him if he knows what a clit is he'll answer 'a weapon'.

hashirama - clip? like paper clip? he has many in his office.

hidan - he has sex, ok, he knows how to touch it, has done it many times, just doesn't know it has a specific name, so if you ask him if he knows what a clit is he'll just. he doesn't.

obito - same as hidan as in– he doesn't know it has a name, so you'll ask him to touch your clit and he'll be like, your what???

yahiko/pein - didn't really need to know where a clit was to achieve anything in his life :(

naruto - is somewhere between doesn't know and has a small hint of what it might be. he's certain he heard that word somewhere, most likely in jiraya's book, can he connect the dots, though? can he?

neji - listen, he can act all uptight and as tough as he wants, but the moment iruka started explanning sex on sex ed, he was ready to fucking die. he was so fucking embarrassed that his soul went to another plane of existence and he simply didn't absorb any information on that 😔.

know what a clit is but don't know where it is

madara - it's clitoris. he knows all the theory and all medical therms for sex, ok, he knows what s clitoris is, just has no idea where it is. will pretend he does, though.

tobirama - also knows the basics to sex from books, but the books don't show where the fuck is a clit. he's SO embarrassed to ask where it is when you first have sex, but he knows it will add a lot of stimulation to you, so he's willing to swallow that embarrassment up for once 😔.

shikamaru - will say how troublesome it is to try and find this thing. just press his fingers there and save yourselves the time.

yamato - listen, is hard to picture where it is from just books and shit, ok. they say it's on the upper part but it's hard to know where that is when you've never seen a pussy before. don't worry, will make up for his lack of experience and knowledge with effort.

itachi - knows that it exists, no idea where. won't be embarrassed to ask you to help him touch you, he wants to know what you like.

know what a clit is and know where to find it

kakashi - listen, he might even not have had sex, but he read jiraya's books multiple times so he at least has an idea of where to start looking for the clit ok. he won't take long to find it, and he'll have this very smug smirk on his lips.

kakuzu - also has a general idea of where it is and will be relieved when he presses his fingers there and you moan, confirming he was right.

minato - read books upon books about sex and anatomy. it was embarrassing, but asked jiraya about tips. it was all worth it when licked there and he felt your whole body shake with pleasure.

iruka - what? like it's hard? the others are just weak and incompetent 😔.

found it by fate

gai - didn't even know he knew where it was. his fingers simply brushed there and you fucking went feral, so he might as well keep touching it.

genma - didn't know it was such a sensitive spot, he slept off most of sex ed classes. he was going down on you and simply enjoyed how that little nub felt on his lips whenever he sucked on it, he's just glad you're having a good time, really.

kisame - he's a big guy, and he knows he looks scary, so he tries to focus a lot on his partner, explore their body and let them control the pace. will let you sit on his face and will notice how you try so hard to grind that swollen little nub against his mouth, so he takes the hint and boom– clit found.

gaara - also takes his time exploring your body, so he is destined to find it at some point. gets very proud of himself when he does find it.

[jefth3kilr]

Hater will say ts fake 🥀

[jefth3kilr]

Nsfw headcanons with virgin naruto boys? Asking for Sasuke especially

hii!! really quick i just want to double check: do u mean virgin reader or naruto boys are virgins?

[jefth3kilr]

that split second when he starts to go down your neck

[jefth3kilr]

naruto has such an interesting inner journey