#Naruto drabble

[vivasciouslay]

You shivered softly, eyes closing as he covered the barely there distance between you two, one hand resting on your nape and other on your jaw. The red hue of Sharingan glinted in the dark of his room, the other light being the soft illumination of Moon. Your breaths turned heavy when he leaned in, and your neck tilted automatically, breath knocking out of your chest as your lips met.

His right hand tightened on your nape as his lips gently claimed yours, other hand trailing down your spine gently. "Breath, Love." He breathed in your mouth, making you take a ragged breath in. He claimed your lips once again, the plush of your lips dragging against his chapped but soft lips again and again, your nose bumping lightly.

He kept kissing you softly and deeply, his hand holding on the small of your back as he pressed you flush against him, your arms automatically coiling around his neck, and you kissed him back with same fervour, holding onto his neck as the low rumbles of his chest made you weak to the knees.

[heich0e]

"I find you exasperating."

You go out of your way to step on a particularly dry looking leaf along the path—stained a deep, golden colour and curling at the edges where it rests waiting for the weight of your foot—just to hear the way it crunches beneath the sole of your shoe. At your side, Kakashi's attention is still on the book in his hand, the pages spread open only with his thumb and pinkie finger while the other three support the cracked spine. He doesn't spare you a glance, but he does deign to respond with a curious little hum.

"That's an awfully big word."

The lazy way he says it is enough to irritate you, but his condescending words are almost too much for you to bear. You stop in your tracks, fists curled tightly at your sides, and the white haired young man doesn't so much as slow in recognition of it.

It's fall in Konoha, and while the days are still warm and bright, the breeze that whisks through the village's winding streets is cool. The annoyance you feel prickling under your skin is enough to insulate you from the chill. To numb you to its bite.

You swoop down, dragging your hand lightly along the path to retrieve a handful of small, smooth stones—no larger than the tips of your fingers. Without a moment's contemplation, you launch one at the back of Kakashi's head, and watch as it bounces off dully.

He keeps walking.

"Irksome."

Another pebble hits the ground after ricocheting off the back of his headband.

"Vexatious."

The next makes contact with his right shoulderblade.

"Antagonistic."

He catches this one—just like he could have caught any of the previous three—without even turning around to watch you throw it. His hand, the one not holding his book, shoots up to protect his ear before the pebble can make contact. He holds it pinched between his thumb and forefinger for a moment, still leisurely walking away from you, before he flicks it to the ground.

"You're being so childish today," Kakashi calls back over his shoulder. "Are you sure I'm the antagonist here?"

You hear it then, the smile in his voice, and even though it would only serve to legitimize his accusation it almost makes you stomp your foot petulantly.

"Kakashi!"

Finally, he turns to face you, and even though his mask conceals most of his expression, you can tell it's hiding a grin beneath it. He tilts his head to the side, as though waiting for you to continue.

"How many times have you read that stupid book?"

The familiar novel is closed now, and his page marked, though you're not entirely certain when he did either of those things. He glances at the paperback, as though considering it carefully.

"How many times am I allowed to admit to before you call me a pervert?" he asks.

"You are a pervert," you answer, immediate and sure, while slowly walking towards him to close the gap he put between the two of you. "And you would be even if you were illiterate."

"That's not very nice of you to say," he says, tipping his head back and sighing profoundly as though your insult caused him great pain.

"It's the truth, though."

Kakashi peeks down at you from the corner of his eye as you stand by his side. Without thinking, you reach out and grab the sleeve of his jacket, averting your gaze.

It's quiet for a moment. Just the two of you, the fall breeze, the scattered pebbles, and that atrocious romance book.

"You've been gone for a month," your voice is quiet when you finally speak again. So soft it risks being carried away with the wind.

Kakashi didn't even tell you he was leaving before he was sent off on this last mission; you had to find out from another shinobi the next morning, and all they could tell you was he was gone and they weren't sure when he'd be back.

This isn't unusual with Kakashi. It's happened more times than you care to count. Missions that force him to leave the village at short notice are unavoidable—assignments like that to be expected for any shinobi, but particularly for one of Kakashi's rank.

It doesn't make it any easier.

You've thought about bringing this up to him before. Thought about asking him to tell you when these sorts of things come up. Thought about explaining to him how awful it feels to be the last to know. Thought about telling him what those long days apart feel like in this village without him.

But you don't.

Part of it is pride, you think. You're too stubborn to be the one to show your hand like that. To be vulnerable in front of him in such a mortifying, humbling way. Somehow the mere idea of making any of those admissions seems more embarrassing than trailing along behind him tossing rocks at the back of his head.

Another part is fear. You don't want to be the one to speak this thing between the two of you into existence. To give it shape. To breathe life into it by giving it a name. You and Kakashi have always lived in intentional ambiguity. A certain uncertainty. You're not quite friends, you're not quite lovers, you're not quite anything at all.

You're just the one who's left waiting for him to come home.

And then there's the last part—the biggest part—that holds you back. The part you don't quite know how to explain. The part that tells you to bear the pain of missing him, to swallow down your longing, for his sake if not your own. The last thing Kakashi needs is the burden of knowing his duty makes you ache while he's away. That his absence keeps you awake at night. He's got enough he needs to shoulder without you adding to the weight, and this is the least you can do to try and help him carry it.

You let his sleeve slip from your grasp.

"Sorry," you mutter under your breath, shaking yourself from your momentary stupor.

"Are you acting out because I haven't given you enough attention?" Kakashi asks, only his voice is different now than it was a moment prior. Sincere in a way that upsets you more than when he's being intentionally annoying.

You finally bring yourself to look at him, but only to shoot him a narrow-eyed glare.

His own gaze is disarmingly soft when you meet it. Unexpectedly tender. Perceptive in ways you usually choose to overlook.

So much so, in fact, that you're too stunned to even flinch when he taps his book against your forehead.

"Ok, ok," he says with a shrug, spinning on his heel and continuing on down the path at an idle pace, leaving you dumbfounded in his wake. "If you wanted to borrow it, you could've just asked!"

[obito-in-disguise]

| Drabble about post war naruto because he's a snack. |

Post War Naruto who’s gotten taller and sturdier since the last time you saw him. His shoulders are broader now, his movements steadier, more purposeful. You weren’t sure about his new haircut at first, it felt too serious, too unlike him. But now, the more you look at him, the more it suits him. It’s like every inch of him, from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you, radiates confidence. And now well… he’s undeniably hot.

Post War Naruto who’s still got his goofy, endearing side, but now it’s wrapped in a layer of maturity. His apartment’s clean, seriously clean. No more empty ramen cups scattered around or dirty laundry piled in a corner. He keeps the windows open to let in fresh air, his bed’s always made, and there’s even a plant sitting by the windowsill that he swears he’s been watering (and surprisingly it isn't dead!).

Post War Naruto who still takes you to Ichiraku now and then, but also surprises you with fancy restaurant dates. He fumbles with the menu sometimes, squinting at the names he can’t pronounce, but he plays it cool, like he totally knows what he’s doing. “I’ll take…uh, whatever’s good,” he says with a sheepish grin, hoping you don't notice.

Post War Naruto who’s a gentleman now. He holds doors open for you, makes sure you’re always walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, catches you when you trip instead of snickering like he used to. He's always on time for your dates as well, already waiting ten minutes early sometimes with flowers, and his signature light up a room smile!

Post War Naruto who’s painfully oblivious to how hot he’s gotten. He looks at you with that familiar furrowed brow of concern, wondering why you're staring at him, flustered, when he casually takes off his shirt. His once lean frame has transformed, his chest now covered with battle scars, his biceps thicker, and his abs sharp, like they were carved from diamond. You mumble something he can’t hear, and he's leaning in, his face hovering just a breath away from yours, asking with innocence, “What was that? Didn’t catch it,” his voice softer than usual, making your breath catch in your throat.

Post War Naruto who still has his moments of clumsiness, still trips over his words when he’s flustered. But it’s all part of his charm, because no matter how smooth he gets, he’s still Naruto after all, your Naruto.

Post War Naruto who somehow balances his duties as a hero, a leader, and your partner. He’s always busy, but he makes time for you, showing up at your door with takeout and an apologetic smile after a long day. “Sorry I’m late. Missed ya,” he says, ruffling his hair as if that makes up for it.

Post War Naruto who still loves ramen but now knows how to cook other things too, well, sort of. He insists on making breakfast for you sometimes, standing proudly in the kitchen with a frying pan in hand. The eggs are slightly burnt, but the way he beams when you tell him they’re delicious makes it all worth it.

Post War Naruto who listens to you now more than ever. He doesn’t just hear what you’re saying; he takes it in, remembers it, and acts on it. Whether it’s something big, like your dreams, or something small, like your favorite snack, he’s always paying attention.

Post War Naruto who ends every day with you in his arms. No matter how hectic life gets, he holds you close, resting his chin on your head as he whispers, “Thanks for being here with me. You’re my favorite person, ya know?” His voice is quiet, his words simple, but they carry all the love he has to give.

Gremlin Naruto in Boruto is our karmic justice for not appreciating how hot the last/post war Naruto was. Somebody get Ikemoto out of that studio cuz he's fucking everybody's shit up, no one's hairline is safe. Jail time for him honestly because just look at this.

Feel free to check out my other Naruto Shippuden fics and more stories!

[writtenbyafan]

Rizzing Kakashi

⟢ Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female!reader ⟢

Kakashi: *Enjoying the nice weather on his day off sitting at his favorite park bench, reading his beloved Icha Icha Paradise*

Kakashi: *Vaguely registers the sound of someone running, glances up when the sound gets closer*

Y/N: *comes skidding to a stop in front of Kakashi, doubled over from running*

Y/N, out of breath: “Hey, Kashi! You wanna see something beautiful??”

Kakashi: *puts book down on his lap* “Sure.”

Y/N: *holds up a mirror facing Kakashi*

Kakashi: *blushes, looking between Y/n’s smiling face and his reflection*

Kakashi, whispering: “I wish you would stop sometimes...”

Y/N, casually: “Only when you stop being so irresistibly adorable.”

Kakashi: *blushes harder*

Might Guy: *hiding in a nearby bush holding in his tears*

Might Guy, whispering: “Good one, Y/N!”

[h8ani]

Prompt #21 with Sasuke from Naruto please! 🥰 Surprise me!

Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis: you hate him and he hates you, but when he shows up out of nowhere demanding to speak to you all of those years of pent up hatred come out

Warnings: this is the first smut I wrote in years so that’s a warning in itself, rough doggy, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry sasuke, oral (female receiving), missionary for 2.5 seconds, angry reader at sasuke

Prompt: “This doesn’t change anything between us.”

A/N - look I actually tried really hard on this and I lowkey wanna make a pt2 to this so please tell me if y’all would want it! Feel free to request a prompt!

"Isn't he so cute!"

"I'm going to marry him someday."

"Sasuke is so cool!"

Hearing his name you couldn't help but roll your eyes. You couldn't stand his attitude even at your young age. It was always someone trying to one up the other, whether it be you excelling in your chakra control or him beating someone else in seconds in a sparring match. You hated him, you hated his attitude and you hated how every girl would throw herself in front of a kunai for him. You hated Sasuke Uchiha and he hated you.

Your feelings towards him weren't one sided either, he could've left you alone but no, he had to bother you any chance he got. Clearly he developed damage to his brain where he can't learn to develop the skills of empathy and self control.

The teasing wasn't that bad, it was the shitty tricks he'd pull and act like it wasn't him. If you wanna pull a prank on someone at least take ownership instead of being a pussy. Did you just call a 12 year old a pussy? Yes. Yes you did. Sasuke Uchiha at 12 years old was a pussy and you've told him that to his face too.

                                          ~~~

"You're leaving." You say as more of a statement than a question. You look at the brooding kid in front of you, his hand on his backpack strap tightening as he stares angrily at you.

"What does it matter to you?"

"It doesn't but-"

"Then shut up and mind your business." He interjects quickly causing you to stare daggers at him.

"You're a pussy." You push off from the wall you were leaning on and brush past him. "You were weak during exams and you're weak now." You begin to walk away past him when his grips the collar of your shirt and slams you back into the wall you were on. "Hey asshole!-"

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He cuts you off, his face only mere inches from you.

"You wanna kiss pretty boy?" You shove him away as hard as you can creating some distance between the two of you. "Just get the fuck out of the village already."

And so he did.

You couldn't feel any happier once Sasuke was out of the village. The pain in your ass wasn't there anymore and you felt like you didn't need to prove yourself as the top of your class anymore even though you have been graduated from the academy for over two years. You were perfectly fine without him, everyone else he supposedly made 'friends' with, if he was even able to make actual friends that is; they were worried, suddenly wanting to go out and retrieve him like he was taken. Once again Sasuke was the top priority to everyone minds.

You couldn't care less about Sasuke Uchiha.

                                      ~~~

He hasn't crossed your mind on your own accord in years. You hadn't seen him in years, you know he's still a topic around the village but you tend to zone everyone out when he gets brought up and at this point in time it's been working. Out of sight, out of mind, he could have gotten himself killed in a random battle and you don't think you'd shed a single tear for him.

You hear a bang at your front door which catches your attention immediately, you go to ignore it thinking it's the neighbor's kid across from your apartment kicking the ball they had against your door until the banging becomes repetitive, the more bangs coming from the other side of the door the louder they became. You swing the door open looking to see who or what was the cause of the annoying noise only to be shoved to the side into the door frame. "What the hell!" You raise your voice grabbing the wrist of who barged in, you get overpowered and pulled back into your apartment and the door gets slammed. You look up at the intruder who shoved his way into your home and see him. "Sasuke?"

Sasuke looks frustrated to say the least. He has the same signature scowl he's always had on his face and the same posture with his arms crossed over his chest while looking around your apartment. There doesn't seem to be a difference in the way he looks at you either, the same hatred behind his eyes as always, even with him being the one rudely shoving his way inside.

"(Y/N)." He said simply with nothing coming after. You waited a few moments if he was just trying to be dramatic with his entrance. He never said anything after that.

"Why are you back in the village?"

"I'm not." You roll your eyes and huff a sigh.

"Why are you here in my apartment then?" You mimic his body and cross your arms over your chest, his head turns to face you and his eyes stare at you intensely. You'd say you were used to this but after so many years you've grown unaccustomed to the look he used to give you because it was nothing like this.

"I'm here to talk, I need to-"

"Why am I supposed to care what you need?" You  insert before he's done speaking. He huffs a breath and soon enough his eyes shoot the daggers you remember.

"I don't expect you to I just need-"

"How about you tell me why you left the village in the first place?" You cut him off mid sentence once again. You don't care about his needs, you don't care about him at all, but you'd like some answers. "Was it like everyone was saying? That you just wanted to grow stronger? So did you find it? Did you get stronger like you wanted?"

"That doesn't matter I don't need to answer that right now, you clearly already know the answer to that." He rolls his eyes and let his arms fall from his chest.

Sasuke was never a man of many words, he was never a man at all he was just a little boy, but with his responses you can't help but bug him about it. Call it being nosy or call it you always zoning everyone out the second you hear his name so you never actually found out the reasoning for him abandoning the village.

"So you're still weak? You're still that little kid who does nothing but bitch and complain about wanting revenge. You may have grown up in these last few years but you're still that sad, pathetic, weakling-" Your shoulders are shoved and pinned to the wall behind you in a moment, you gasp out at the sudden jolt in your back and look up at the angry ravenette.

"Shut up." He growls lowly and if looks could kill, not that he could but you'd probably drop dead if he wished it.

"Make me you prick." You look at him, your stare unwavering as the pressure on your shoulders feels tighter.

There is no sound in your home but everything seems to be buzzing in your ears. Sasuke's face only inches from yours, seemingly just like when he left the village. You feel a sudden wave of nostalgia if you can even call it that as it wasn't a fond memory to think back on. You wait for his response, you look into his eyes and can't decipher what's going on in his head. His grip on your shoulders loosen before he crashes his lips onto yours, his hand now finding a place onto the back of your neck to pull you even closer to him.

Your eyes widen in shock as you don't kiss him back. The kiss surprising you but what is even more of a shock is who is kissing you. You feel him pull away and the look he gives you is mixed with annoyance and frustration. "Just kiss me back." He pauses and smirks, "Or are you too much of a pussy." Your eyes darken with anger as he used your insult to him against yourself. He doesn't wait for your answer before he pulls you back to his lips, you instantly kissing back.

The kiss was hard and the only emotion behind it was the hatred you feel towards him. Your lips molded together as you two kissed, his hand found it's way from the back of your neck to tangling itself in your hair while you felt his grip tighten sending a tingling sensation to your scalp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in heating the kiss up in an instant.

You could feel him press against you, his leg sliding between yours and pressing against your clothed core, a small sound comes out but is quickly swallowed down by him. His lips leave yours to slowly kiss down your jaw, it was excruciatingly slow the way he kissed you, from your jaw to your neck to the sweet spot he found almost instantly. You bit back a moan but he made sure to take his time marking up your neck.

The feeling of his thigh was hard to push to the back of your mind, all you could feel was Sasuke and what he was doing to you. You hate him, you hate how he's making you react right now and you hate at how good he is and neither of you have even taken a single piece of clothing off of each other yet. You hate even more the needy words that come out of your mouth next.

"Bedroom." You say almost breathlessly, you could feel the smirk he gives against your neck before quickly going back to your lips. His hands slide to your waist and pull you to him and walk you back not daring to break from the kiss. He pushes open one door and you feel your ass bump into something hard and cold, you pull away from him to see you backed up against your washing machine. "You idiot, this is the wrong room." You roll your eyes and walk past him going into your bedroom.

"How the fuck was I supposed to know that it's not like I've been in your apartment." He scoffs following you and kicking the door shut.

"Oh I bet you must've dreamed-" your words were short lived as he spun you around and kissed you quieting you down.

Kissing Sasuke wasn't like all the books you've read, it wasn't sweet, it wasn't like being with your ex's when you were in love. His kiss was full of passion, it's a kiss of desire and a feeling of pent up frustrations he nor you have been able to let out. Frustrations at each other, at the world, at everything. Sasuke was a damn good kisser too which annoyed you even further.

His lips left yours to tug off your top, the fabric quickly being discarded to a random corner in your room. His eyes ate your figure up, seeing how your breasts layed there perfectly in your bra you were wearing. A low groan left his lips as he went to kiss up your chest, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of your skirt and started to tug it down past your thighs pooling around your ankles. You quickly kicked them away and pulled at his shirt. "Off." You demand and he takes no time in removing his shirt before pushing you back to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees."

"Spread." He now is the one demanding. You go to spread your legs before pausing and closing them causing a confused look to cross his face.

"This doesn't change anything between us. I still hate you." His confusion quickly deadpans before shaking his head.

"God shut up." He spreads your legs and pushes your panties to the side before slowly swiping his thumb along your slit and pressing it to your clit causing you to gasp. "You're soaked." It was more of a statement than anything but feeling his thumb start to roll little circles on your clit sent a shockwave up your body. You watched him as he stared at your pussy.

"Are you going to sit and stare or are you going to actually do something pretty boy?" Your words rang in his ears and he slowly looked up at you, the same irritation growing in him like it did all those years ago when you'd call him that name. His thumb left your clit and his index and middle finger slowly pushed it and curled causing you to let out a small moan. He could feel you already clenching around them as he started to pump them in and out of you. "Stop calling me that." His head dipped down between your thighs and licked a long swipe before settling on your clit making you let out another moan.

"I can't help it." You say running your fingers through his hair. "You're a pretty- ahh fuck..." Sasuke sucks on your clit harshly, his fingers curling and uncurling from your gspot making your mind go fuzzy with the pleasure he's giving you. Your fingers tighten in his hair tugging slightly, "Fuck Sasuke." You throw your head back taking in the feeling of his tongue and fingers working on you. You can feel the coil in your stomach tighten up and you screw your eyes shut feeling the pleasure hit you. You feel dizzy and can't focus on anything but Sasuke. He tugs your panties down past your hips and tosses them to the side before finally undoing his pants. You fall back against your bed, chest heavy as that was one orgasm that knocked the wind out of you.

You feel the bed dip down before you're turned over to your stomach, a harsh smack heard before you felt his hand come across your ass. "Ass up." He says, his voice low as he picks up your hips positioning them to his liking. You feel him bring the tip of his cock up and down your slit causing you to shiver. You can just feel the smirk on his face before he pushes in giving you no moment to get adjusted. You let out a mix of a moan and groan feeling him stretch you out, you not having any sort of sex in a while is the excuse you'd like to give but you also didn't expect Sasuke to be big in the slightest.

His hands gripped your hips and brought you back with each thrust, you arched your back and dropped your head letting out small moans as he hit a spot in you that you haven't felt before. "You ever felt this good before with anybody else?" You could hear the smugness in his voice. "You're so fucking tight, don't tell me, you weren't saving yourself for anyone were you?" He chuckles as he thinks what he's saying is funny, you throw your hand back ready to smack him but he quickly catches it and pins your arm behind your back pushing you further into the mattress as he slams into you at a slower pace. "Of course you weren't, you take my cock too well."

You could feel every inch of him with every hard thrust he gives you, feeling him deep in your stomach as you grip the bedsheets tighter and tighter.  "Please go faster." You whine out without meaning to. Sasuke pulls out and flips you to your back before slowly pushing back in making you moan. He leaned forward his thrusts picking up pace and making you look at him.

The close proximity of him making you nervous all of a sudden, missionary was for eye contact, kissing, all of that intimate shit. Doggy style is much more your style with Sasuke. You don't have to look at him. The smirk on his face makes you question him before he speaks. "Who knew you were such a needy sub." Your eyebrows furrow as you go to speak but the words died on your tongue when Sasuke brings his fingers to your clit again bringing you close to your second orgasm. "You're just taking my dick like a good girl, aren't you?" You shake your head refusing to listen to him. His fingers move faster on your clit giving you the perfect amount of pressure to send you back over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut and head pressed back in your mattress as you orgasmed for the second time in the night. You can feel Sasuke's hips stutter as he fucks you through your orgasm, his pace quickening even more before you felt him stop and let out a low groan as he came inside you.

Your eyes shoot open as you smack his arm, "You did not! Not inside you idiot!" You shove him off of you as you quickly go to your bathroom that's connected to your room.

Sasuke chuckles to himself before letting out a small "oops." He sits himself up on your bed and gets himself dressed. He can hear you grumbling in the bathroom and the shower starting to run as he gets finished. He stands up and makes his way around your room walking to the door before his eyes laid upon picture frames on your dresser. He can faintly see pictures of your closest friends, some recent and some old but what catches his eyes the most was a picture taken when you were in the academy. It was when the top of the class got a picture taken and both you and Sasuke tied for number one. Both of you were upset that you had to take a picture together and it was evident on your faces. Your arms were crossed while glaring at the camera man and whoever had to have forced the picture and Sasuke was looking over to the side, his hand on his hip and looking as annoyed as ever.

Out of all the photos you put in a frame you put that one even as you hated him.

Hate. It's a funny emotion. Isn't it?

[dragonsoulage]

Going down on him

feat. Kiba Inuzuka

Idk why but I woke up and was thinking about Kiba Inuzuka. I imagine him to be such a big talker. Always flirty and teasy. Talking such a big game like:“I don’t bite hard, pretty. Expect when you asked nicely.“ or „Sure you gonna last sane when we are alone?“ he got all these flashy smiles.

Until you are indeed alone with him. When you are sitting right between his legs with hands on his thighs. The oh so confident bravado gone, because Kiba is busy with blushing and a twitching dick inside his pants, although you did not even palmed him there.

But the second you unzip his pants and wrap your hand around him, his head tilts back and you can hear that low growl. This boy got no self control not really. He is needy and desperate for your touch. „Fuck-…your hand feels soooo good.“

Believe me he tries to stay still. He really tries, but the second you tease his angry red and leaking tip, he is gone. Kiba whimpers when your warm, wet mouth finally is around him. And not gonna lie, this makes you throb between your thighs too. His hand flies to your head. Not to push you down, but to ground himself and his grip is tight.

„It’s so unreal, baby. Shit your mouth…ahh it’s so wet.“ he can’t shut up from praises to shocked curses how good it feels. He wants to watch you. Wants to see how pretty you are with his dick in your mouth but his eyes flutter shut. Head tips back and adam apple bobbing in his throat when you take him deeper. When he can feel your throat constricting around him. Like when you start to suck more and bobbing your head up and down.

He bucks up his hips, he didn’t mean to but he makes you gag. Saliva running down his shaft and balls. „I-I am sorry, didn’t mean…nghh, fuck you are too good.“ he babbles and then just to buck up his hips again. Low key he is obsessed with the sound of your cute little gag and how you still try to take more of him.

But when he is close oh he is overwhelmed, telling you trying to give you a chance to pull away. „Oh shit, babe…not gonna last any longer….ah gonna cum, babe…“ he warns you but you look up with your eyes just to his head thumps back against the headboard of the bed and when he cums…

A choked moan leaves his lips, breath ragged and the spurts of sticky, warm cum floods your mouth. Swallowing all of it while he caress your hair so lovingly. Aware he just couldn’t stop his hips jerking inside your pretty talented mouth.

[sleepy-wanderer]

Sleep With Kakashi… but actually sleep

Kakashi has never been one to sleep very often. Past trauma makes any kind of sleeping difficult. Many times in his younger years he’d close his eyes and see Rin and Obito’s faces behind his eyelids as the light left their eyes. So when you guys get together he sees this as a flaw. When you begin to stay over at each other’s places he waits until you fall asleep and then will resume his reading. He didn’t want to worry you with his insomniac habits and the demons he was fighting. Eventually you catch on to this. It took a few times of waking up in the middle of the night to his small light reflecting off the well worn book pages. You finally got the truth out of him.

In an effort to remedy this issue, one night you take him into your arms. You lay his head across your chest and gently play with his silver locks. He appreciates the effort but highly doubts this will soothe him into dreamland. He thinks this until he wakes up the next morning, still resting on your chest. How did he get here? Why did he sleep through the night? When did he fall asleep? He doesn’t know but you can bet he’s addicted to it now. This was actually what finally made him pop the question on if you wanted to live together. This man will be pouting in the bed, begging for your attention and wanting you to hold him by the time 10pm rolls around. He’s not only traumatized but he’s touched starved and he’s finally found you, his perfect comfort.

Also. This man does the cutest little snores and you can not tell me any different.

[sccrim]

illusion club — kakashi hatake

ʬʬ . warnings ▧ ▧ stripper / stripping , touching

this was a fic i was gonna start for him but ended up not liking it so this is what was supposed to be the first chapter ahahha

"right this way mr. kakashi." a woman smiled making sure kakashi went to his table. everyone in the club knew who he was. they all knew he always had to sit in vip with a clear view of the stage. "so many new women." might guy smiled deeply eyeing all the lady's in there.

this place was like candy to them. every other night they always went to relax after long days of work. kakashi only went to this specific club for the only woman he loved to see. he admired your body like art. made sure he memorized every single detail about your body figure, face, hair.

"your admirer is here for you." your friend laughed placing her dark red lipstick on her lips. "yeah and he bought his friends." you smiled lifting your boobs. "good thing i wore my new heels." your friend blew a kiss while walking out to the floor. "hope you get lucky tonight."

"tell n/n i'll be in the private room." kakashi fixed his suit and took a sip of his whiskey. he walked across the floor to the private room waiting for you to walk in. he missed you. missed your body moving side to side in his hands. missing the feeling of tracing your body while she dancing on him. he wanted you, no actually he needed you.

"back for more mr. kakashi." you smiled walking toward his seat. "you could say that." he spoke softly. "you know you're making the others jealous." you grabbed his arms and placed it on your hips. "is that so?" he slightly bit his bottom lip looking at you sway your hips. "you can't always have me to yourself. i have to make money some how right?"

kakashi grabbed a stack of hundreds and threw it on the table. "bend over." he demanded. you smiled bending down placing your hands to your ankles looking back at kakashi. "everyone knows when i walk in here you're all mine. they have a problem they can speak to me." he placed his cigar down. putting his right hand on your ass. "ah, there's where you're wrong hatake." you turned your body to him and sat on his right leg.

"i'm not yours." you whispered in his ear. "is that so?" his hand placement now on her lower back. "strip." he threw another stack on the table. "is that how we treat woman now?" you slipped your bra off. "please baby." he soft spoke blowing out a bit of the smoke. something about you put him in a trace. he was the only man you would strip for. one, the money was good. two, you had actually liked kakashi.

the first time he laid eyes on you on that stage he just had to have you and only you. so many women trying to dance for kakashi but he just couldn't deal with them. you were the only one he requested and it had to be you. if you weren’t there then he wouldn't show up. he only had money for you. everyone in the club knew not to mess with you when he was there.

"can i touch you?" you nodded as you sat directly on his lap. kakashi placed his left hand on your inner thigh and his right hand on your throat. you leaned your head back in pleasure as he kissed your neck. this wasn't out of the ordinary. you both liked the feeling of each other. even if kakashi didn't throw stacks out you, you would let him do whatever he wanted to you. he was the only man you would let touch you and feel up.

"times up mr. kakashi." you smiled, getting up placing your outfit back on. "come to my office tomorrow." he spoke as you grabbed his hand making him follow you back to the floor. "and why's that?" you questioned. "you'll see. be there at 8." he whispered in your ear, putting a stack on the side of your hip.

all the girls staring at you guys — jealous of how much you would get just from one man alone. kakashi was a rich man and he didn't care how much he would spend on you. he knew one day he'll have you. it was just a matter of time.

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[pupkashi]

congrats on your milestone!! ^^ :3 Could i please request "why are you staring at me?" "you're pretty..." with naruto? i've been having naruto brainrot lately :<

thank u friend !! I’ll happily write for our sunshine boy :3 this is my first time writing him so i hope this isn’t too ooc </3 let me know what you think :]

join the party!

“should i cut my hair? i feel like it’s getting a bit long” naruto huffs, running his hands through his golden hair and ruffling it a bit, smiling when you smooth it down for him.

the konoha sun is beating down on the two of you, y’all blades of grass surrounding the small blanket you found yourselves on. you can’t help but notice how the way the golden rays of the sun look on naruto’s honey skin. his eyes seem to be a bit bluer than usual in this lighting, it makes you fall for him even harder.

“think it looks good a bit long like this” you smile, kissing his cheek and relishing in the way his cheeks turn pink, “you’d look good with shirt hair too though” your words causing him to pout, throwing himself backwards and laying on the blanket, a pout on his face.

you only stare at him as he rambles on about his hair, not completely sure what was saying. you could only focus on how pretty he looked. his pink lips moving as he spoke, nose scrunching adorably when he described how bad he’d look with his hair completely up.

“- what if i tried kakashi-sensei’s hairstyle? is mine long enough for it?” he asks, staring at you expectantly, his eyes sparkling as he smiled up at you, a confused expression on his face before he speaks up again.

“why are you staring at me?” he’s laughing a bit at the way you giggle at him, laying down next to him and brushing his soft hair out of his eyes.

“you’re so pretty” you sigh, a love struck smile on your face as his cheeks heat up once more. “you could cut your hair short as you want and i know you’d still look just as pretty” you mumble, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

“wha- so suddenly?” he laughs nervously, still trying to get used to being complimented so often by you.

“cant call my pretty boyfriend pretty? what has the world come to” you frown, propping your elbow up so your cheek rested in the palm of your hand.

naruto didn’t say anything, his brain too fried from the amount of times you’d called him pretty while looking like you were heaven sent yourself. he only managed to scoot over a bit, arms snaking around your sides and easily moving you so that you were cuddles close to him, your head resting on his chest.

the two of you were quiet for a while, watching the clouds pass overhead. you soaked in the moment, trying to memorize the way the sky was painted in reds and pinks, your eyes fluttering shut and smiling as you got a whiff of Naruto’s cologne.

it was peaceful, listening to the distant voices of people in the village, hearing the wind rush past the two of you, birds singing as they flew by. you wished the moment could last forever, not being interrupted by-

“so should i cut my hair?” his voice was louder than he anticipated, a sheepish smile on his face when he apologized for making you jump a bit.

“nah, i kinda like it like this” you mumble, face still resting on his chest. naruto didn’t say anything, humming in agreement and smiling. if you thought he looked pretty, he wasnt gonna change a single thing.

[devildomresidentt]

Random out of pocket Naruto tweets (filler post while I work on Naruto Headcanons)

[heich0e]

Itachi 🚬🚬🚬🚬

Can we get some crumbs on the jounin itachi au you were working on??? 👉🏼👈🏼

i don't think i'll ever finish the fic, so (if ur interested) here's the WIP in its entirety <3 sorry it doesn't really have much of an ending!! i'll leave what happens after the fact up to u <3 tw: pregnancy and uchiha brother nonsense

“Sasuke.”

At the gentle call of his older brother’s voice, the youngest Uchiha’s head pops up from where he’d been craning over a book at his desk and swivels towards his bedroom doorway. Through the crack between the frame and the door itself, left ever so slightly ajar, he can see Itachi peering in—he hadn’t heard him come home, and he’s surprised to see him there.

“Nii-san,” the youngest greets him, placing his palms on his desk in preparation to push himself up from his seat. Before he can, Itachi wordlessly lets himself into the room, shouldering the door open and slipping inside. He glances around his little brother’s space—tidy, as it always it—and even though nothing is different from usual, he still takes in everything with a look of curiosity. Sasuke watches his brother cross the room, coming to stand beside where he’s seated at his desk.

“What are you reading?” 

Sasuke peers up at his brother in confusion. The jounin shouldn’t even be home, as far as he was aware—Itachi was supposed to leave on a mission that morning that would have taken him out of the village for at least a few days. At least that’s what he’d said to him over breakfast only that morning.

“Why are you here?” Sasuke counters his brother’s question with one of his own—a more pressing one at that.

Itachi’s eyes shift from the pages of the book laying open on the desk, to the face of his younger brother. He eyes him for a moment, and then sighs a bit, his lips curling up ever so slightly at the corner.

“Wanna take a walk?”

The autumn evening is brisk as the wind dances through Konoha. The sun is setting, and as the two brothers walk through the familiar streets, children race past them towards the sound of their mothers’ calls. Up ahead, Sasuke spots a couple with a young child between them, one little hand clasped in each of theirs, laughing amongst themselves as they make their way home. Sasuke shoves his hands into his pockets, peering at his brother from the corner of his eye. Itachi seems to be watching the family up ahead too, a peculiar expression on his face.

“Why didn’t you leave on your mission today?” 

It’s the first time either of the two brothers have said anything at all since leaving their home some time prior, though the question has been hanging between them since Sasuke first posed it in his bedroom, waiting to be answered. Itachi sighs again, that same mirthful sound as the first time his little bother presented him with the quandary.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Itachi begins, looking up at the pink evening sky overhead, “you know where babies come from, right?”

Sasuke nearly trips over his own two feet.

“What’s this about?” he spits, stammering over the words as ungracefully as he’d taken his last steps, his head whipping around to face his brother as a furious heat races into his cheeks. 

Itachi peers back at him, his expression neutral—but Sasuke knows his brother better than anyone, and he knows when Itachi is holding back a laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” the eldest points out.

“Well you never answered mine!” the youngest bites back.

Itachi finally breathes out a laugh at that, placing a hand on his little brother’s shoulder. The familiar gesture takes Sasuke by surprise, but he doesn’t pull away. “Let’s go get something to eat and we can both get answers.”

At a small food stall down the road, the Uchiha brothers sit with plates of sweet rice dumplings and steaming cups of green tea in front of them. Sasuke watches his brother lift one of his two skewers to his mouth and slide one spherical sweet from the wooden stick using the edge of his teeth, chewing on the confection slowly with a contented smile on his face.

“I don’t like these,” Sasuke reminds his brother, staring down at the sweet food in front of him with a crinkle on his nose. 

Itachi laughs, taking a sip of his tea.

“I know that,” the older of the two says. “Forgive me, Sasuke. This was more for my sake than yours.”

“You’re being weird today,” the teen grumbles, slumping back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He eyes his brother warily.

“I suppose you’re right,” Itachi agrees, much to Sasuke’s surprise. He sets his cup of tea down beside his plate of dango, meeting his brothers gaze. “I got some news today.”

Sasuke’s mouth suddenly feels dry for reasons he can’t quite place.

“Sasuke, I’m having a baby.”

The youngest Uchiha’s eyes go wide, his entire body stiffening in his seat. Nothing about Itachi changes—not his gaze, nor his posture, nor his gentle, conversational tone.

“W-What?”

“Well, I’m not having the baby—you never answered my question earlier, but I trust you understand at least that much.” Itachi reaches for his cup of tea again, but pauses as Sasuke’s hands hit the table with a loud thump!—nearly knocking both of their drinks over in the process.

“What do you mean a baby?”

Itachi pauses, considering his brother for a moment. His lips thin into a line.

“When a man and a woman love each other, the Hokage gives them—“

“I know babies don’t come from the Hokage, I’m not a child!” Sasuke snaps, and Itachi gets that look on his face again, the one where nothing looks all that different but somehow his little brother recognizes he’s only thinly holding back his laughter.

“But when? Where? How?” Sasuke rattles off one incredulous, vaguely angry, question after the other. Itachi watches placidly as his brother works through them one by one.

“I don’t think you need to concern yourself so much with the whens and wheres,” Itachi clears his throat a little, the closest to sheepish Sasuke thinks he’s ever seen him. “As for the how: I’m happy to invite Iruka-san over for a house call and have him go through that academy unit again if you didn’t quite grasp—“

Sasuke shoots his brother a look that would make a lesser man cower.

“Sorry,” Itachi says, cutting himself off and wiping at his mouth and failing to hide the smile underneath his napkin. He watches his brother carefully, as though he can see the gears spinning inside his head while he tries to process this new, wholly startling information. 

Sasuke’s frowning, which isn’t unusual, but there’s something else in his expression that the elder doesn’t like—something insecure. 

Something frightened. 

“This is good news, Sasuke,” Itachi insists gently, but his little brother’s frown only deepens.

“It’s that girl, isn’t it?” 

Itachi draws up a brow in the wake of his brother’s pointed question. Sasuke’s never had an issue mentioning you by name before, but suddenly he can’t bring himself to say it—and there’s bitter resentment in his tone that Itachi’s never heard the teen direct towards you.

“She’s the one having the baby, yes,” Itachi says with a nod. 

Sasuke’s nose twitches a little, his eyes still refusing to meet his brother’s.

“Sasuke,” Itachi says soberly, calling for his attention—his own tone a little cooler now than it had been. 

After a moment, his little brother finally meets his eyes.

“Are you upset?” Itachi asks, his hands clasped together on the table in front of him. Both of their plates are forgotten now in the midst of their conversation.

Sasuke blinks. Once and then again.

“No,” he mutters, but even he knows it’s not a particularly convincing refutal. 

“It’s okay to be upset,” Itachi insists, and it’s irritating to Sasuke that his brother can be so calm at a time like this. That he can remain so even-tempered when he feels like there’s a sea sloshing in his empty stomach, battering against his ribs like waves against a rocky coast.

“I’m not upset,” Sasuke snaps again, and it’s even more damning than his earlier reply. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back in his seat once more, fixing his eyes on the curtain that hangs around the food stall to distract himself from his brother’s concerned gaze.

A few more moments of silence pass between the two brothers, and Itachi takes this opportunity to pluck another rice dumpling off this skewer and into his mouth, and then swallows another sip of tea to wash it down. Sasuke keeps his eyes focused anywhere but the man in front of him.

“Mom always said you can’t have babies until you’re thirty,” Sasuke finally mutters quietly, and Itachi perks up at the sound of his brother’s voice.

The eldest clears his throat a little, wiping at his mouth with his napkin again. “Well, it’s not so much that you can’t have children until you’re thirty but more so—“

“You aren’t even married,” Sasuke goes on to add, before his brother has even finished his own thought, his eyes meeting Itachi’s across the table that stretches between them.

Itachi pauses, his lips closing as he considers his response.

“I hope to marry her before the baby comes.”

Sasuke’s eyes widen again, that same nauseated feeling rolling through him with renewed vigour.

Marriage?

“Sasuke, you’re only sixteen, I don’t expect you to fully understand this yet,” Itachi says softly. “But this really is good news. Happy news. You’re going to be an uncle.”

“What if I don’t want to be an uncle?” the youngest snaps before he can really think the words through.

For just a moment, there’s a flash of hurt on Itachi’s face—so brief and fleeting that anyone else would have missed the subtle shift in his eyes. But Sasuke doesn’t. He knows his brother too well. He feels a swell of regret immediately rise in the pit of his stomach as soon as he realizes it.

“I’m sorry, Sasuke,” Itachi says, his hands resting on the table in front of him. “I should have waited to tell you until I was better prepared. I know this must be a shock.” He watches his little brother carefully, his expression unreadable. “But you don’t get to decide whether you want to be an uncle or not, any more than you got to choose whether you wanted to be my brother. You just are.”

Sasuke peeks up at Itachi, a faintest ghost of a pout on his lips. The elder can’t help but find it funny that for all the ways his little brother has changed over the past sixteen years, he’s the same in all the ways that matter. 

The younger of the two seems to mull these words over for a moment, weighing their undeniable truth. Eventually he sighs, his shoulders slumping a little, and he reaches idly for one of the skewers of dumplings in front of him.

“So… when is the baby gonna be here?” 

Itachi laughs lightly, and Sasuke glances at him when he hears it. The elder reaches for his tea again, taking a sip.

“They'll be born in the spring.”

It feels too soon, Sasuke can’t help but think. Too near and too far away all at once, like both only a day and an eternity to wait.

Sasuke chews on the sweet, sticky dango for want of anything else to do—he doesn’t like the taste, or the way it clings to his teeth each time he presses them down into it. He gives up on trying to find the confection palatable, taking a long drink of his own cup of tea—now closer to room temperature than he likes it—to wash it down.

“Where will it sleep?” Sasuke asks next, and Itachi can tell that he’s trying to keep his voice light and nonchalant—but it still comes across as brittle.

“I thought I’d give them your room.”

Sasuke’s eyes flash angrily to his older brother, but the look of quiet amusement that meets him tells him the remark was made only in jest. It makes him pout again.

“Though, our apartment is quite small to accommodate two more,” Itachi notes aloud, almost more to himself than anything.

“Two more?” Sasuke asks, perplexed. “It’s twins?”

Itachi poorly conceals a laugh behind his closed fist, wincing when he sees the way this seems to irritate his brother more. 

“No, no,” the elder replies, “but you see…”

“There you two are!”

The curtain of the food stall lifts, and Sasuke’s head turns instinctively towards the sound of your voice as you slip beneath the slip of fabric you’ve gently ushered back. There’s a wide, warm smile on your face, and a glow in your cheeks that neither young man is certain has always been there—but which undeniably suits you. You approach their table, gently ruffling Sasuke’s hair in that way you always do and that no one else could possibly get away with—the teen is so shocked that even if he wanted to bat your hand away he doesn’t have the chance before you’ve already slipped away to stand behind his brother.

Your smile dips a little as you survey the scene before you.

“Itachi,” you say softly, the corners of your mouth well and truly turning down. The eldest Uchiha tilts his head back to peer up towards where you stand above him, the crown of his head resting resting against you. Your eyes are fixed to the table and the plates in front of the brothers, but they quickly flicker to meet the ones staring up at you curiously. “Did you two even eat dinner?”

Itachi glances quickly at Sasuke, who returns the look with an equally panicked one of his own.

You groan, your hands coming to rest on Itachi’s shoulders and shaking him gently. “You two are impossible.”

“It was my idea,” Itachi says, apologetic but resolute. “I’m sure Sasuke would have preferred a proper meal.”

You shoot a pointed look at the man below you, and then turn your gaze to the teen across the table once more. 

“Are you hungry?” you ask him, your head tilting to the side as any trace of condemnation evaporates from your tone. Itachi likes the way you talk to Sasuke—neither like a child, nor necessarily with the frankness of a peer. You speak to him with care, but due respect, in a balance that Itachi seems to struggle to accomplish himself, most days.  

“I’m fine,” Sasuke replies coolly, but his stomach has a knack for honesty where he does not, as the remark is immediately punctuated with a very noticeable grumble. His cheeks stain pink as he averts his gaze dourly in the wake of the betrayal.

You chuckle a little to yourself, squeezing Itachi’s shoulders. “How about I go on ahead and see what I can scrape together in your kitchen?"

"Have you already eaten?" Itachi asks. "Why don't you join us here?"

"I’m starving, but the thought of dango…” Both brothers watch a flash of discomfort race behind your eyes.

Itachi reaches up and places one of his hands over yours upon his shoulder, a gentle, knowing touch, and Sasuke watches the unconscious gesture curiously. You and Itachi share a look that seems to speak without words, to communicate something even in its silence. You nod, smiling a bit, and then step away.

“We’ll be home soon,” Itachi assures you as you head towards the curtain and the street that waits for you on the other side.

“Hurry, or I can’t promise what food will be left,” you call back over your shoulder with a grin, lifting one hand in a lazy wave. Sasuke notices only as you turn to leave the way the other is tucked gently against your stomach, cradling and protective.

He looks down at the plate of dumplings in front of him—at the way the kinako powder clings to the sticky surface of each round treat, darkening in the places where it’s melted into the moisture of the rice dough but still a pale brown in the places it’s dusted on thickest. He finds it all wholly unappetizing—and not just because he doesn’t have a sweet tooth.

"Sasuke."

The youngest Uchiha—though not for much longer now, he realizes—refuses to lift his gaze, even though his brother's tone is insistent.

Itachi sighs.

"Let's head home."

The walk back to Itachi and Sasuke's home lacks the tranquility of their earlier journey. There's something heavy now in the autumn air—something more stifling than summer heat, more bitter than winter's biting cold. Sasuke's feet drag with every step, a weight building in his stomach that threatens to cement him into place.

"She cares for you very much, you know."

Itachi's words only weigh him down further. Sasuke keeps his eyes on the street as he walks, and doesn't offer any response to the statement his brother has made. Itachi's lips purse a little as he considers what to say next.

"You were the first thing she brought up, after she told me. She said that you needed to know right away. That it couldn't wait. That you needed to know, no matter what."

Sasuke stops walking.

His hands are balled into fists at his side.

"Needed as much notice as possible to kick me out, huh?"

Itachi stops walking too.

"What are you talking about?"

"That's what this is, right? You're telling me that I need to get out to make room for that girl and that... thing."

"Sasuke—"

"I get it," Sasuke brushes off his brother's attempt to interject. "I get it. I'll be out before the spring when it gets here. You and your new fam—"

A sharp pain blooms in the centre of Sasuke's forehead, so unexpected it makes his head snap up in shock. Itachi stands before him, the hand he'd just used to flick him still outstretched. There's an expression Sasuke's not used to seeing on his brother's face. Hurt, maybe. Anger, even.

"First of all," Itachi says, his voice stern. "There's no thing. That's my baby. Your niece or nephew. Stop calling them 'it'."

Sasuke's jaw clenches.

"And secondly: you're not going anywhere."

There's a tense beat of silence that passes between the brothers. Suddenly, Sasuke notices that it's like all the wind in Konoha has vanished. The dusky streets around them are so still. So silent. It's like they're the only two people left in all the village.

"But you said—"

"Sasuke," Itachi steps forward slightly. "You're my brother. My blood. My home will always be your home. Always."

Sasuke's fists tremble as they hang at his sides. The tide in his stomach swells, overtaking his chest.

"And my wife and my child are your family, too. They'll care for you the same way I do. Any home we share will be equally yours, without question."

"You don't know that," Sasuke says, and he hates the way his voice sounds. Hates how childish and small he feels.

"I do," Itachi insists. "Of course I do."

"How?"

There's a soft breeze that brushes past the Uchiha brothers, then. A gentle wind that threatens to carry Sasuke's meekly rasped question away with it. It's quiet for a moment as the word hangs in between them, and then Itachi places a hand on Sasuke's shoulder—warm, reassuring, familiar.

"Because I wouldn't want it any other way."

[procrastinating-story-writer]

Meeting Copy cat ninja Kakashi Hatake was not on your to-do list of things for the week.

You were just running errands, thinking it would be easier to get through the crowd by running on the roofs.

What a fucking mistake that was. Here's why. You were no ninja. No, you a normal civilian took it upon yourself to try parkouring, which resulted in you slipping on roof tiles and falling to your imminent doom.

Luckily for you, a certain silver haired ninja saved the day. Sorry, he saved you from hurting yourself, but sadly, the parcels you carried couldn't feel the same way.

The sound of defeat left your lips as you dramatically flung yourself from his arms and sank to the floor, grumbling about the amount of trouble you'll be in with your employer.

You were in your own little world, failing to give a small word of thanks and not noticing how you were being studied.

The ninja in question looked at you from head to toe, thinking about how 'weird' you were acting before disappearing. He couldn't stick around, duty calls.

It's not until the sound of wind and falling leaves caught your attention that you finally realized your lack of manners.

Que the face plam. You could be such an idiot at times. Today was going to be one of those days.

[obito-in-disguise]

Was totally going to abandon this account and writing in general but then I read a sweet comment from someone and now I'm not going to!

[writtenbyafan]

Chapsticks

Kakashi and Y/N walking through the village on their way to meet team 7

Y/N: *pulls chapstick out of vest pocket*

Kakashi: “What flavor is that?”

Y/N: *applying chapstick* “Hm? Oh, it’s peach flavored.”

Kakashi: “Can I try it?”

Y/N: *caps the chapstick and hands it over*

Kakashi: *stops in front Y/N leaning in as he pulls his mask down and kisses Y/N*

Kakashi: *pulls away and swipes his tongue over his lips before putting his mask back in place*

Kakashi: “You’re right. It does taste like peach’s.”

Y/N: *brain stops working*

Y/N: (⸝⸝⸝･ᯅ･⸝⸝⸝)◞♥︎

Kakashi: *continues walking* “Keep up, Y/n, or else you’ll fall behind.”

[h8ani]

Part One → Part Two → Part Three → Part Four

Pairing: Sasuke Uchiha x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: smut, angst, a pinch of fluff if you squint, slight dubcon but not really, oral for 2.5 seconds (f! receiving), face fucking, doggy, riding, power bottom, unprotected sex

A/N - hello everyone! Sorry this part took so long, I’m already planning on making a part 3 tbh 💀 pls let me know what you guys think on this!

Sasuke leaving was never the issue, he himself was the issue and what mortal sin you committed by allowing what you two did happen. You would've felt better committing treason towards the leaf than what you have done.

The days that followed after he left you felt the five stages of grief and no one even died. A part of you did but you're just being dramatic if you're being honest.

Still.

It was something you were in denial about. You hated him, you still hate him. You hate that you slept with him but a part of you keeps rewinding and thinking back of what happened. How he pushed you into the wall, how he brought you not one but two orgasms and above all else, you keep thinking back on everything he said to you and how it made you putty in his hands.

When he left while you showered you couldn't have been more than a little grateful, you don't think that you'd want to look him in the eyes after everything that transpired, especially since that fucker came inside you, you have never let anyone ever do that, not even an ex boyfriend. The trip to the store when purchasing a pregnancy test couldn't have gone worse with the fact you ran into some of your friends and they immediately sent a hundred questions your way as to why you were in that specific aisle. Fuck Sasuke for that. Fuck him for everything.

It's been about three months since you last saw him, though a little part of you feels like you made all of this up because no way in hell this actually happened but sadly it has and the only way you've been able to keep him mostly out of your mind is going on mission after mission. Out of sight, out of mind, because if you're too busy focusing on missions then there's no way in hell that boy will be on your mind. Sasuke Uchiha will always be the boy you hate, you hate his stupid face, his stupid attitude, the stupid way he stormed right into your apartment acting like he owned the place.

You shake your head ridding those thoughts from your head while walking back into your apartment, the mission you just got back from tired you out more than it should have and all you wanted to do was shower and fall asleep in your bed you missed oh so much. Your fresh clean non Sasuke contaminated sheets.

You open your bedroom door and immediately start to discard your clothes and tossing them anywhere they'd land in your room. Your top goes left, your bra goes right, you struggle to walk and take your socks off and seemingly slip and nearly crash into the bathroom door before you stop yourself and let out a long sigh. You make your way into the bathroom and start your shower without even noticing the presence of someone on your bed.

From his eyes being accustomed to the darkness in your room Sasuke was able to see you decently, he saw how tired you looked, the bags under your eyes were dark as you didn't bother covering them up with makeup like most girls he knew, your hair was falling out of the ponytail you had in and the way you walked with heavy footsteps and the fact you almost tripped and fell without even noticing him just proves you're exhausted.

He scoffs at hearing your shower start and hearing you hum to whatever song was playing in your head. Some kunoichi you were, he thought as he relaxes back into your bed. He couldn't believe how irresponsible you were and you were supposed to be the best of the best from your shared class, granted that was years ago but you were supposed to be better than the others, you weren't meant to have your guard down and Sasuke knew that, regardless if you were in your own village and the comfort of your own apartment, you should be better. He rolls his eyes at his own thoughts and his attention soon goes to the shower being turned off and a completely obnoxious and unnecessary yawn that comes from inside of it.

The bathroom door opens and there you were flicking the lights on, bathroom towel wrapped around you. Your eyes still didn't register someone was in your room until Sasuke sits up to look at you, the movement from your bed causing you to let out a scream only meant for if you were being murdered, which you were not. The scowl on Sasukes face deepening even more as his ears start to ring. "How fucking loud can you be?" You blink a few times to register that it's him and not just you thinking about him once you didn't have anything to distract your mind with anymore. He looks irritated as if he wasn't an unwanted guest in your apartment. "Do you want people to know I'm here?"

"Why are you here?...again." You glare at him with what little energy you have left and tighten your grip on your towel. Your hair was still a little wet and you'd rather not have him see you naked again.

"Don't act all modest now, I saw you strip and basically fall face first in the door when you got here. Seriously, I could've been an intruder."

"You are an intruder." You quickly reply and he actually chuckles, he fucking chuckles at that. You huff out a sigh and walk to your dresser across the way from your bed and grab the first pair of pajamas you find and head back to the bathroom to change.

"Oh you embarrassed if I see you naked now?" He smiles to himself but gets no response from you. He gives you all of five seconds because apparently you should've magically been dressed to his standards by now, he's up and off the bed and heading to the bathroom to open the door. The handle turns and before it's open enough to walk in you slam it shut right in his face.

"Hey pervert! Ever heard of knocking?"

"You're calling me a pervert like you weren't cumming on my-" The door swings open and he's met with your glare, your face felt warm at his words coming out.

"Shut up, why are you here Sasuke?" He chuckles and looks down at you, his eyes scanning your body and your matching pajamas.

"Cute." He thinks to himself and finally looks back up to you. "So speaking of cumming," he pauses, you raise a brow at him waiting for him to continue. "I was just checking if you were pregnant or not, didn't know if you were on the pill or whatever."

"Shouldn't you be more aware of that beforehand?" He just shrugs and looks away. "God you're an ass."

"And you're a bitch." He quips back, not thinking a second after he says that you swing your arm back ready to slap him, your hand inches away from his face but he quickly catches it yanking you towards him. "Nice try, I was always quicker than you remember."

"You can leave." You glare at him while pulling your hand out of his grasp and go back towards your bed plopping down allowing your body to feel the comfort of your blankets. Your eyes close momentarily and you sigh contently.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Your eyes shoot open and you frown, no one ever comes to your place without usually asking. Sure you have your neighbors where their kids are usually loud and the parents come to apologize for the nuisance but you haven't heard them since you got home.

Knock, Knock, Knock

You groan and kick your feet out flinging your limbs all around and sit up. "Can a girl sleep for once..." you grumble and sit up.

"I know you're not about to answer that." Sasuke voices and you look annoyed.

"Clearly someone wants to talk to me so I'm going to answer it." You make your way thru your bedroom and Sasuke is right behind you grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

"What if it's your annoying ass friends? Or Anbu? Or anyone fucking else? Don't answer the damn door." His words are quick and hushed while you're just staring up at him even more annoyed.

"Can you-"

"No."

"Sasuke."

"Can you just listen to me?" He gives you a look as if to say 'Are you fucking dumb' and you just shake your head.

Knock, Knock, Knock

"Just let me answer it, it's not like anyone's going to come in so just stay in my room and close the door." His grip on your arm tightens, his eyes squint as he contemplates and he nudges you towards the door, retreating back to your room.

"Just make it quick." Your bedroom door shuts and you let out a sigh. The dramatics of him is unbelievable.

You open your front door to see your downstairs neighbor, she's a small elderly woman who lives alone with her two cats, you recall when you've helped her catch her cats a few times when they've escaped. Once you're in frame and she sees you in your pajamas she couldn't help but smile. "Hi dear, I heard you scream and wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Scream? Oh! Yeah..." You scratch the back of your head and smile, there was a big bug and it flew on me, sorry Miss Nohoya." You sheepishly smile at the old woman. "I know it's late I'm sorry to have woken you."

"Oh no worries! Just didn't know if I had to serve as backup for a young shinobi!" Your face falls once you see the bat she had in her hand.

"Miss Nohoya!" You laugh and take the bat. "Where's your cane? Let me help you back to your apartment you shouldn't be walking down these stairs."

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When you got back inside your apartment you knew Sasuke was gone before even getting back to your bedroom. Call it intuition or call it being around him for more than your liking but you could just tell.

Once you got back to your room your window was open and like you had assumed, Sasuke was no longer here.

The weeks that followed were nothing short of boring, more missions, more nights where you were even more tired than the previous. It became repetitious in the worst way possible. The only thing that seemed to break the cycle of your nights repeating itself was hearing the light tapping of a knock on your door and the handle turning. Unlucky for you, you didn't lock your door.

The door swung open and slammed shut and as you walked out of your bedroom an angry looking Sasuke (let's be honest he always looked angry) was pulling you back in. His eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on your wrist tugging you back in was harsh. "You need to start locking your door, don't be an idiot."

"Awe do you care what- OW!" His grip tightens and it sends a sharp pain up your arm. "Look Sasuke I'm not in the mood for-"

"Then get in the mood." Your cheeks warm up at his words and the tone he used behind them. The look on his face was nothing more than a scowl, his hand quickly went up to your shoulder to push you down on your knees while his other hand quickly removed his belt letting it fall down to the floor.

You hate to admit this, but the sound of his belt being undone in such a motion and the amount of pressure he used to push you down sent a chill down your spine, though you would never admit that to anyone.

You look up at his and see he's already looking down at you, his eyes staring at you so intently you glare up at him hoping it'd make him stop. The way he's looking at you, the way you're still on your knees for him, you hate it.

"I hate-"

"You hate me. Yeah I get it, open up." His hand smacks your cheek lightly twice as if his command wasn't enough. Your glare becomes harsher and his hand is quick to hold your chin tilting your head back to look at him more. "I said open." His thumb swipes over your bottom lip slowly pushing into your mouth.

You don't know what comes over you but you suck on the digit that's in your mouth, a deep chuckle comes from up above you and your focus is back on him, he slowly crouches down in front of you, a smirk prominent on his face. "Look at you. You'd listen to anything I'd tell you wouldn't you?" Your brows furrow and push his finger out of your mouth.

"Shut up."

"Then open your mouth and suck my dick." He leans in and captures your lips in a kiss before you can say any smartass comeback. His hand slowly stroking his cock while you lean into the kiss wanting more. "Be good." He breaks the kiss and leaves wet kisses down your neck. "And I'll fuck you after, you want to cum don't you?"

He doesn't give you more than a moment to respond, the feeling of his lips on your neck making you feel fuzzy inside and clouding your mind.

He's standing up and pushing the tip past your lips. You slowly roll your tongue over the tip, not going any further and taking your time. If Sasuke wanted you to suck him off then you're doing it how you wanted to regardless of his wants.

Or so you thought.

You hear that deep ass chuckle of his and his hand reaches out tangling itself with your hair and stays there holding your head in place. He rolls his hips slowly as the tip hits the back of your throat causing you to pull back from his cock but his hands keeping you in place. "Didn't I say for you to be good?" He pushes your head back down on him, guiding your head up and down on him. You relax your jaw allowing you to take in more of him as you keep a steady pace.

Sasuke doesn't take too long before he starts pushing your head deeper and deeper receiving the sound of you choking on him. "Breathe thru your nose." He instructs you and tightens his grip on your hair and picking up the pace.

The only sounds in your room that could be heard was the wet noises your throat makes while he begins to face fuck you. You screw your eyes shut as your throat is used for him, focusing on your breathing was harder than you thought. Tears prick your eyes and slowly fall down your cheeks.

He used your hair to pull you off of his dick allowing you to gasp for air before pushing you back all the way down. Your nose reaching his pelvis and throat constricting around him you hear Sasuke let out a groan and his pace quickens again. His thrusts into your mouth were getting sloppy the quicker he was. "God- You're so pretty like this, my cock in your mouth. Look at me while I cum down your throat."

You look up through tear filled lashes and blink up allowing more to fall down your cheeks. His eyebrows were knit together and the staple look of frustration was all over his face. "Yeah keep looking up at me like that, you're doing s-so good."

His pleasure peaked and he shoved your head back down and came down your throat, "Swallow it." He demands and you listen, swallowing everything he has. You pull off breathing deeply and wiping your eyes and face.

"Strip." Sasuke voices down to you. Your mind still hazy from the lack of oxygen you blink up at him with tears still in your eyes.

In a blur of haziness your clothes are discarded along with his and you're pushed face down into your mattress and ass up. A loud slap rings in your ears bringing you more clarity, you let out a small laugh. "Somebody is in a hurry- ah!" You gasp out feeling his fingers press up on your clit letting the words die on your tongue.

"You're so wet." His fingers move quicker making you whimper. "Did you like getting your face fucked by me that much?" His face dips down to lap up the wetness, hands gripping your thighs to spread you wider for him.

Sasuke begins at a fast pace, licking and sucking your clit quickly bringing you to your high, you grip the sheets under you as the coil is about to snap but slowly gets unwound again as he pulls away from you.

"What. The. Fuck." You look back at him, he smiles at your flushed cheeks, the pout on your lips and yet the scowl on your face still prevalent.

"You want my dick that badly huh? Wanna beg for it?" Sasuke sits up and pulls your hips back.

"Oh fuck you."

All you hear is his deep ass laugh behind you before you feel him push in with one thrust. He bottoms out immediately and you feel the stretch of him.

It's been a few months since the last time you and Sasuke fucked so you still weren't acclimated to his length and girth. With that being said he doesn't give you any time to get adjusted as his hips pull back and snap into you at such a brutal pace, but even with his harsh thrusts you let out a loud moan, his dick hitting you deeper than before.

Your pussy tightens around him and sucks him in with every thrust he gives you. He slaps your ass making you whine into the mattress.

"Fuck." He grunts, his hands gripping your hips and pulling you back into him when he thrusts up into your pussy. "Who's fucking pussy is this? Tell me or I'll stop." You whine loudly in response, pussy tightening around him. He slaps your ass harder this time grunting as he becomes rougher with his thrusts. "You want me to stop then? Princess doesn't want me to keep fucking her?"

"N-No! Don't stop, please don't stop- ah fuck." You press your head further into the mattress muffling your moans. "Close..." you mumble but Sasuke could make out what you said. He thrusted a few more times, allowing you to get closer and closer before pulling out.

Your eyes shoot open and the sound you let out could be described between a whine and a scoff. You look back at him, tears slightly welling in your eyes can be seen by him. "Come here." Sasuke smirks at you while laying back against your pillows, his hands pulling you on top of him. "Ride me." You hastily straddle him and position yourself before slowly sinking down on him.

You were beyond frustrated, he could see that, hell he knew that after cutting your orgasm short twice but Sasuke couldn't make anything easy for you.

He was here to let his frustrations out on you, came here only to fuck you and leave like last time but as time goes on and seeing you want him, no. Seeing you need him, you needed him to fuck you, needed him to bring your pleasure to the hilt and then push you over even more. Sasuke wanted to stay to see how frustrated you really could get, you got needy the more you were pushed away from your orgasm and he couldn't help but love to see you like this.

For someone he couldn't stand he sure loved watching you writhe when he shoved his cock in you.

You set a good pace for yourself, slowly bouncing up and down on his cock while feeling him even deeper. You let your eyes flutter shut as you pick up your pace, hands finding place on his chest.

"Look at me." Sasuke spoke low and husky. The heat on your cheeks radiating off of you from his words. You keep your eyes shut and shake your head slightly. "(Y/N)." You felt his hands dig into your hips pulling you up and back down on his cock harshly snapping his hips into you. Your eyes open as a gasp slips past your lips. "I said look at me."

Your eyes focus on him, the way he has a smirk on his lips but seeing his eyes scanning your face. He looks at you with arrogance all over his face but his eyes slightly soften at you. You looked cute like this, nervous to make eye contact with him, fucked out of your mind just chasing the high you want so badly.

He wraps his arm around your waist pulling you against his chest as he thrusts up into you, his hips snapping into you pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

It's not long before you're a moaning mess on top of him, your moans soft yet high in his ears, your clit rubbing against him giving you that little push before your orgasm washes over you.

Your body spasms on top of him, hands gripping his shoulders as nails digging into him leaving crescent shaped prints into him. Even tho you were on top Sasuke was never one to give you the power. He dug his heels into your mattress fucking up into you faster chasing his own orgasm. You still coming down from yours, you whine and squirm feeling overly sensitive.

He gives one last thrust into you letting out a low groan as he came. You melt like putty against him breathing heavy, eyes feeling heavy as they slowly close.

Sasuke was breathing just as hard, the grip around your waist loosening as his hand finds place at your lower back, after a moment he slowly began to rub the smooth skin up and down. Your heartbeat was beating hard against your chest, he chuckled hearing it beat so rapidly.

Your eyes slowly opened coming back to reality. You stayed on his chest, hand slowly mimicking his own hand movement and rub his arm. "So..." you start and take a moment. "What was all that about? You came in angrier than usual."

He takes a moment to think of what to say. Could he get away with saying he needed a stress reliever or would you be offended by that? He wasn't going to say he missed you, although he's already wanting to plan out his next visit into your home after tonight. "Bad day." He decides on. A short silence fills the room before he feels you sit up to look at him.

He looks at you blankly, no signature scowl on his face nor the cocky smile he likes to shoot at you. He just had a neutral look on him as he looked at you. His hand still moving along your back, nails lightly scratching your back giving you a comfortable feeling with him.

You let out a light sigh and focus on your fingers twiddling around. "I'll be gone on a mission for about a month in a few days." Sasuke's eyebrows raise but you continue on, "Just in case you have any more bad days."

"Or you." He quickly adds, your lips slowly form a smile as you look at him.

"I'm sure I'll have some bad days too."

It was an unspoken agreement you two had, neither one of you feeling the need to explain in further detail. Although your feelings for him very much stay the same, when either of you have the feeling of need for the other, to satisfy that itch you both need to scratch you two would be happy to help.

You couldn't say this was a friends with benefits situation as neither of you would call the other a friend, but you wouldn't want to hate anyone else if this wasn't the outcome it came with.

Hating Sasuke Uchiha was the best decision you've made.

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You were practically desperate to drag him into your apartment and let him put his hands all over your body after being away for weeks that seemed to last forever. You're now grumbling as he quickens his speed, his long cock effortlessly brushing against the battered area of your body.

he lifts his pelvis, breaking your train of thinking as he strikes you just where your eyes should be, causing them to slide towards the back of your head. He leans against the head board, looking directly into your eyes as he gently picks you up and places you back on his dick. “my pretty wife."

You bite your lower lip in frustration at how wet his words are making you feel. Your body inadvertently gives in to his words, and you begin to softly meet his thrust.

Your chest and neck are covered in kisses from his lips, which are also leaving small love bites here and there. The music you played in anticipation of his arrival has now been totally drowned out, leaving only the sounds of skin-to-skin contact and groans. Your bodies were dripping with sweat, and the sticky mess was making you feel hot and out of body.

You lost all sense of time as he leaned down till his mouth touched yours. Your lips swell from his scorching kisses, but you still look for him in an effort to feel the flames. You're in a trance from the way he fucks you, but the fact that he isn't slowing down simply makes it feel all the more better.

pushing you back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “I missed you so god damn much princess.”

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