#Shikamaru thinks this a drag

[iamlostonthepathoflife]

this one wins, everybody else go home

After retirement, Kakashi becomes the Snoop Dogg of the Naruto world. And by that I mean, universally beloved icon with a maybe shady past who is always doing the randomest stuff.

Just side-quest after side-quest.

He's at a political summit in Iwa one minute, the next he's on a cooking show. He's a commentator for international sporting events, he's organising disaster relief efforts, he's making cameos in B-list movies, he's a member of the hokage's cabinet.

And who's going to stop him? Man speedran his shinobi career, he's done - he's finished the game. He can officially do Whatever the Fuck He Wants. You try telling war hero, soldier-since-he-was-5, and former ninja prime minister Hatake Kakashi he can't go on a hot spring world tour or invent ninja WWE. That's right, you can't.

[skyahri]

How They'd Do You |Naruto Men X Reader| HC

Characters: Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Madara Uchiha, and Naruto Uzumaki.

Summary: How they are in bed.

Warnings: NSFW. Mentions of sex and foreplay. Breeding kink, breast and nipple play, head, etc.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke isn't one to give up control very easily, especially when he's in any sort of vulnerable state.

More often than not, he's on top of you, forcing your legs against your chest and not holding anything back as he thrusts into you.

On the rare occasion he allows you to top, he's still 100% in control. He always ends up taking over towards the end when he can't take it anymore. His release is close, and something in his brain is begging him to rail you.

He wouldn't be into actual choking in fear he'd lose control of his strength, but he's not afraid to use your neck as a handle of sorts to keep your body from moving too much.

Hes the embodiment of a breeding kink.

He's close to his end. He places his hand on your stomach and forces his seed in you.

If he's still got stamina, he's pushing you onto your hands and knees for round two, ass high up in the air.

"Not a single drop spills. Got it?"

Emergency contraceptive is your best friend, but let's be real. It fails sooner rather than later based on the sheer amount you rely on it.

Kakashi Hatake

Foreplay king. He loves head, both giving and receiving, sometimes even at the same time. Nipple play, fingering, whatever it is you're needing, he's providing.

Passionate.

When he does share his mind, it's never a light matter, and sex is no different.

Kissing, hand holding, praising - it's all a very important part of the act for him. He's pouring his heart and soul into you every time you're together.

But don't get it wrong, he's still a man. Those sweet nothings and soft whispers about how much he loves you quickly turn into dirty talk.

"You're such a good girl."

"You look so pretty wrapped around my cock."

"You're mine, you know that?"

He definitely sticks his fingers in your mouth.

After a certain point, he let's his dick do the thinking for him. You don't mind one bit.

He's all about aftercare. Rags or showers or just physical contact, whatever you want, he's got it. He knows he's not always the best at taking care of you, but this is one instance where he's confident about what he's doing.

Shikamaru Nara

My man is lazy and that doesn't change, even in the bedroom.

He usually doesn't go down on you but enjoys when you sit on his face. He'll wrap his arms around to grip your thighs. He's never one to turn down head but doesn't really make foreplay a priority.

Some might call him a pillow princess at first glance, but it's deeper than that. He has the control, he just let's you do the work most of the time.

You may be on top, but his strong grip and guiding fingers tell you exactly what to do.

Sometimes, he doesn't care for the pleasantries that come with dragging it out. He'll nestle between your legs and let his head dip down to your neck.

Lazy thrusts, but that's fine. Deeper is always better than faster.

He doesn't really do dirty talk, but he's definitely not silent. He's vocal, always groaning, maybe he'll tell you that he loves you if he's feeling a certain way.

Madara Uchiha

Most of the time, he's hate fucking you.

There's no time for foreplay when he's immediately slamming you against the wall when he gets home.

Despite all the anger radiating off of him as he mercilessly thrusts into you, he's calling you the sweetest nicknames he can think of. Love or Darling or something of the sort.

He always finishes inside. You're not sure if he's just too busy letting his frustration out to think, or if he's actively trying to get you pregnant.

It's both... sort of. For him, anger is just passion and fuel. It has nothing to do with his actions. He's pumping you full of his cum because he likes to claim you. He wants you to bare his children. He wants people to know you're his.

Aftercare isn't as straightforward for him. He's not offering to clean you up, but he tries to find ways to subtly apologize for turning you into a toy.

Naruto Uzumaki

Naruto runs on pure instinct in every aspect of his life.

He's doing what feels right in the moment and confirming it with you if it's something he's unsure about. (Consent is key).

He's a people pleaser. He's always making sure he takes care of you before he even thinks about himself. Eating you out, fingering, breast play, whatever you want.

He's sloppy. It's just something that always emerges with him. He's placing wet kisses on your neck, his hand placement can sometimes be a bit awkward, but it all adds to the experience.

His head gets so foggy with love and lust that he honestly can't think straight. The way his body takes control and he ravages you in an almost primal way, it's to die for.

[dragonsoulage]

When they are drunk on it -

feat. Neji Hyuga, Shikamaru Nara, Naruto Uzumaki, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha

Here we have some handsome shinobi men, all of them addicted and can’t help themselves when they feel you around them in the best way possible. Pūssy drunk might be the words what describes them when they have you in their hands.

Hello world, it’s me being back, this time with more of a thirst like thing here. I picked out 5 of our beloved men and decided to write some smutty smut ✨🌚 so I hope you enjoy 🤌🏻🤌🏻

Wordcount: 4,7k

Warnings: Sm*t, p in v, pūssy drunk men, praising, sometimes a little degrading

MDNI

Neji Hyuga ~ Got him surprisingly hooked…

„Keep moving, baby." you heard him and hell was he whipped. You were his precious girl on top of him. Dragging your cute pussy up and down his shaft. These cute pants because you draw out of breath. His right hand glued to your hip. His gaze solemnly locked onto your face. Sometimes dropping watching how enticingly your gorgeous tits bounced for him.

„I... I can't baby. My legs..." you stuttered, but your cute reply followed by a sweet moan. And then you could listen to a snicker of him. Neji never just snickered or grinned, just like he did now. Every time he fucked you, he was a little rough because he knew you liked it. But after that training today, you offered to ride him. Little did you know he enjoyed it so much that it had been hours now. He stuffed your puffy pussy full of his cum. Enjoying how it dribbled out of you. Every few moments, he dragged his thumb down your slit. How your pussy tried to take his dick. The little shudder you did when he wiped over your soaping wet clit.

But now, he was drunk on that pussy. He couldn't stop, nor did he want to stop. No matter how composed Neji truly was when it was about you, especially now you were being on top of him. He can't deny that he loved watching you like this. The feel of your little cunt squeezing him, and fluttered when he dragged the curve of his dick right to the spot where you needed it.

When he grabbed your hips just to slam you down a little more. Just to listen how your wet pussy would be squelching around him. To watch how a creamy ring formed around his base.  

Neji usually never the one who talked much. Indeed, he tried to keep his noises in check. No matter how hot you think he was, he always thought he wouldn't deserve a girlfriend like you. And then have her so pretty spread out for him. Sometimes when you were lucky he praised you and calling you „a good girl" before he smacked your ass, just how he knew you liked it.

But right now? The groan he let out, the way his head fell in the pillows. You tried to keep up with his stamina, a cute try, but you couldn't. Legs and thighs already shaking. Your pussy still so sloppy from all the cumming.

„I said keep moving. Want this pretty pussy to cum again." he said, he just noticed how wet you seemed to get when he talked to you like this. Grabbing a good chunk of your ass when he leaned forward now.

„I need her to cum again, feels so good when she is....ah, trying to milk every last bit." his jaw clenched slightly. You felt so good being wrapped around him. So warm and soft and so fucking wet. You felt how he ground you against him. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis, making your hands lay on his chest. As you tried to steady yourself.

„Her?" you asked, a little blush on your cheeks, and not just because his thick cock was inside you. He didn't want you to stop. To satisfied with the way you bounced on top of him. Too mesmerized how your sweet pussy was taking every mean inch of him. Every drag he made you do on his dick was just getting meaner. But damn he was pussy drunk. „Yes, this sweet pussy of yours."

Usually when his sweet girl couldn't take it any longer, he was a gentleman, flipping you over to pound into you in the best way possible. But not today. Not when he had his girl so sloppy on top of him.

"Such a messy girl, you are. So sloppy and wet." he stated with a husky tone, god he was gone. He felt too good right now.

„Please, Neji." *you added, but he just grabbed your waist, giving you a hold before he made you slam down his dick over and over again. His hips bucking up into your welcoming heat.

And then you heard him groan, his lavender eyes rolling back, pretty lips parted slightly.

„Feels too good, your pussy feels too good." he said, his voice strained with the effort to not just whine, but the feeling how your walls grabbing him was too good, so he failed.

„Sooo tight." he added, and you heard a gasp from his throat. Yourself being busy with moaning. Already felt the next orgasm approaching....aware this wouldn't be the end of this. He would fuck you long enough until you would being sore the next morning. 

Shikamaru Nara ~ Taking his sweet time…

Shikamaru was a man, when he was pussy drunk he wouldn't just rut into you because it felt so good. He was a man who appreciated every little move your cute pussy made. Savoring the feeling, so sensual, it had you being impatient and needy.

Thighs spread as he grabbed with both hands the back of them, spreading them just a little more apart. A low groan was coming out of his mouth. Eyes locked with your pussy and how pretty your petals part for him, as he sunk into you, so slow. Every inch, slowly inserting to let you feel every curve and vein of him. Your lips shaped in a pretty ‚o' hoping he would finally fuck you how you needed it. Because this was like the nth time, he just slowly pushed inside you to pull out completely and doing it all over again. And this time not just for teasing no, he enjoyed your cunt to the fullest, the way it fit so snugly around him.

„Shikaaaa." you pouted and this was then the only time he took his dark eyes away from your pussy. A hand coming to lay on your cheek, thumb gazing your bottom lip.

„Stop pouting, let me savor this...perfect pussy." he said to you, already aware how needy you were. Alone the way your juices flowed out, the way you clenched around his tip when he pushed into you so damn slowly.

„Can't a man enjoy his girl's pussy, hm?" his breath tickled your ear when he leaned down. And then with a little harder thrust making you moan. He was mean.

„You do this for hours. I need you, why you are so mean." you spoke, but it was followed by a small gasp when his other hand came to drag a thumb over your clit, making your eyes close shortly.

„Is it my fault when someone got a cunt that is squeezing me in the most delicious way?" he asked, making you tremble when his thumb circled your clit over and over again so slow. You felt his fat cock pulsing inside you. As you tried to drag down your pussy just a little more. „It's just so addicting, sweetheart. You can't blame me, can you?" he purred before you finally felt that he was starting to move. Still a slow and sensual pace. Shikamaru nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck before you heard that deep groan in your ear, that made you so fucking wet. He sounded so sexy when he was enjoying you to his fullest.

Your fingers went to his hair, gently tugging on the strands that still were bound in his signature ponytail. You felt every vein on his shaft, and slowly he gave in to it, you what you craved so much. Your boyfriend stopped fucking you so lazy after he savored every little clench and flutter of your tight wet heat.

„Feels already better." you sighted cute, and he started to pick up more pace. Licking over your salty, sweet skin on your neck. Hands laying on your hips before he dragged his shaft all the way in just to bottom out and slam into you.

„God, Shika." you whined already. It was always like this, complaining when he teased you too much but whining when he finally started fucking you. Really fucking you. You were even better than watching clouds. Watching how your pretty tits bounced when he slammed into you was a sight to behold for him.

The way your heated skin clung to his. Or when you threw your arms over his shoulders. This was the moment he got so lost in your perfect little cunt.

„Fuck...look at that always so greedy and needy and when I give in you start whining." he murmured with a growl nipping on the sensitive skin behind your ear making you shudder. Then he decided to get a little up, grabbing your hips just a little tighter. Before he gave into the feeling of your heavenly cunt and started pounding. Head fell in the back of his neck. Exposing his adam apple that bobbed when he swallowed thickly because only you and your pretty little pussy could make him feel like this.

You were just shortly able to take in this sight. The way his body looked so good covered in a little sweat from the hours he just wanted to feel you wrapped around him. Your juices all over his cock. Your fingers laid against his lower abdomen, when he now was just able to use you how he saw fit and needed it.

„Gorgeous fucking girl, feeling so good around me. Makes me nearly lose my...urgh composure." he muttered under his breath, just seconds before you could listen to that whine what escaped his parted lips. Just to gave you a particular hard thrust after this.

He was so pussy drunk now. Lost in that heat that took every inch of him so well. Your pussy sucking in his dick. Your lazy boyfriend who just got so addicted to the feeling of you around him.

Thick cock pounding you now extra hard after that whine that he let out. Although, he didn't deny that you made him feel this good. As if every expectation that were placed on him fell off his shoulders. Just you and him and this damn good feeling of you squeezing him. The lewd squelches of your sex and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.

„Nearly? I am sure I heard you whine." you panted a little cheeky and this was the moment he looked down at you. Before he decided to push the digit of his thumb in your mouth. To make you shut up and giving you something to be busy.

You sucked on his thumb, delicate plump lips wrapped around the thick digit as you looked so pretty fucked out while he could continue to get just more high on your dripping pussy.

„What a drag when pretty girl is being so cocky. You should learn to think before you open these beautiful lips to speak." was the only thing he said to you before his free hand slapped your pussy, making contact with your clit. Just to listen to the next whine you let off, followed by a deep groan. Making his eyes roll back in bliss before he continued to fuck you just how he needed it when he was this whipped by you.

Naruto Uzumaki ~ Drilling you with no end…

„Just the tip, baby, please." he let out, groaning again when his weeping tip smeared his pre cum over the hot slit of your pussy. When Naruto was pussy drunk, he fucks like nothing else.

He already made you cum three times in a row. Himself spilling his seed into you and well he had so much energy he simply needed you and his pretty girls pussy that felt so damn good around him.

And now, after your last shattering orgasm, you nearly crawled away from him. His hand laid on your plush rear, dragging you back to him. Angry red tip brushing over your clit, making your back arch just a little more.

„Baby, I don't know if I can take it." you pouted, and yet he felt how you leaned a little into his touch.

Naruto was aware how greedy he had been. But what should he do? He loved you, and he loved stuffing your pussy full of him. You were just so soft and when he was inside you, shit, he couldn't help then to just push his length in these dripping walls of yours and make you all these cute little noises he liked so much. He enjoyed watching your ass a little jiggle when he trusted inside you.

The blonde boy leaned over your back. His chest pressed against your skin. One hand brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Breath tickling your ear.

„You always take me so good, sweetheart. I just can't help it when you bend over sooooo..." he started before he made his tip disappear inside your weeping right entrance. Making you gasp and lift your had a little.

„....pretty and inviting. Your cute pussy begs me to put it inside, you know?" he ended his sentence just to listen to the lewd, sloppy squelch of your cunt.

Naruto was always a golden retriever boyfriend. Full of energy and happy, trying to make you happy for sure. But hell, when he was so whipped with your creamy pussy. He just couldn't stop.

Having you all bend over so nicely. Ass on display, ready for him to grab your soft skin, pull you back onto his dripping dick.

"I know? You say this for like the third time. I will be so sore tomorrow." you whimpered, but your pussy spread so willingly to let more inside than just his fat tip.

His dick was slightly curved, dragging along your gripping walls.

Naruto hissed as soon as he felt how you already clenched around him. He couldn't wait, of course not, Whenever could someone like Naruto wait and be patient without just going after his instinct?

With a gentle tug on your hips his whole length, sheathed in that familiar warmth, coating his cock, making him feel all the more butterflies in his tummy...or more his balls, perhaps.

You gasped and draw a sharp breath, your hands fisting the messy sheets underneath you.

"The fourth, actually, pretty. That's the fourth time. And you just feel even more better. Shit..." he corrected you, of course he counted, as if ever would pass the chance to count the times he fucked you, raw and how often you came all over his pretty dick.

At least he gave you a moment, adjusting so snugly to him. As if you would mold into the perfect shape for him. His cute girlfriend never failed to please him. Never failed to look so good in his sky blue eyes.

This man would ravish you anytime of the day. You wore a hoodie and having messy hair? Damn, you looked hot to him, hands grabbing under the thick fabric.

You made yourself pretty because you went out? Well, he would need just to show you how much he adored your cute outfit.

But now? Hell, it was just in the morning, you not even made it out of bed before. Technically, he wanted to make you some cute breakfast. The one time he was sooner awake than you. He could be the cutest dork ball. But when he tried to wake you up, watching how your shirt slipped up, exposing your ass to him, it was over.   

So instead of feeding you breakfast, he fed you 7 inches of his dick. Making your eyes wide, and he just loved hearing your cute little 'ah' over and over again. This pussy got him hooked right in the morning, his eyes rolling back as he grabbed your hips nearly bruising as soon as he was inside you and gave you this short amount of time to adjust again he started to rut into you, so fast. His own eyes crossing.

"I never get tired of this, I swear. You're just so wet...and take me so well. You are such a good princess, you know? My pretty princess with even a more pretty pussy." he started to babble, to tell yo how good you were to him while he rearranged your guts again and again.

He always praised you so sweet as if he wouldn't fuck the shit out of you, in the early morning.

"Na-Naruto. Slow...ah slow down." you panted but as answer? Oh, he gently pushed your head in the mattress, of course before he ever does that he had asked you if this was ok with you. Since you told him you liked it when he was a little rough. And now? God, he wanted to hear your pussy talk to him, and he couldn't slow down at all, not when you were wrapped around him like this.

Yourself starting to drool by the way his dick was drilling inside you.

"Sorry, baby, I give you...fuck. I give you the best aftercare you can wish for, but I need you like this now. Bend over and drilling into this snug cunt of yours." he told you, groaning before he got lost inside your depth all over again. 

Kakashi Hatake ~ „You can give me another one…“

Sensei knows what he is doing, so aware, he won't stop so soon. Having his sweet girl in a mean mating press, having you in such a tight grip when he bends your knees down to your chest.

Watching how your jaw hung slack, and your eyes looked at him in shock that it was already the third time he came inside you, not even flinching to just fuck his cum right back into you.

"Kashi..." you tried to speak, but you were made shut up when his girthy dick stretched you out so delicious, making you throb so needy and yet so breathless.

"You do so great for me, sweetheart." he praised, his voice so steady and filled with adoration. He loved his girl, oh he did, so much. But he also loved the way you were able to stretch around him, how your pink pussy parts for him. The way you always whined how you couldn't anymore, but your pretty cunt told him something different.

He sank down his dick as he just put more weight into you, until he was inside you to the hilt. Pelvis grinding against you, making you shudder and roll your eyes back when the gentle curve hit your cervix. These white silver hairs from his happy trail tickling your puffy folds.

Making you all the way more desperate for him.

"You said you would be done...darling." you breathed when you tried to not just cum again like a whore just because he put his dick back into your dripping entrance.

Before he said something you could listen to the husky small chuckle, before he pulled down his mask, just to flash you a small smirk. Before he spit down, a stream of spit right onto your aching clit.

Leaning just a little more over to look you right in your wide doe eyes before his hand found the way between your thighs, slowly smearing his spit along your swollen nub, making you whimper.

"Just one more time, my sweet. I just love getting you so full, you always have this adorable pout." he said, and you could listen that even when he seemed to be so composed, hell Kakahsi was gone.   

You gripped him so tight, making it hard for him to not just pound into you all over again, giving you a little time to relax...as far as this is possible with his thick cock inside you. Muscles flexing when he grabbed your thigh tighter pressing you down and literally folding you in half in a sweet, sweet mating press.

After all, he liked seeing it when you took every ounce of his cum inside you. Every creamy string that he shoot into your womb, nothing would go to waste, right? Well, he simply fucked it back into you. Kakahsi was so drunk from your pussy that he only managed to let out a shaky groan, while he continued to rub over your nub.

And there it was this little pout he adored so much, just then he decided to move again.

Dragging his pulsating cock along your inner walls. Nearly bottoming out so just the tip remained inside, before he gave you a long deep stroke.

Lips parting to moan for him. 

"See you take me so well, how can I not want to see this expression of yours? You are such a good girl for me, aren't you?" his voice like some sinful silk wrapping around you, making you nod with teary eyes when he started to fuck you, it was not that fast, but he was so deep. Savoring your tight passage in the best way possible.

"Come on, tell me how good you want to be for me, yeah? You can do that right. Use your words, darling." he urged you, making you whimper again with the next thrust of his hips.

Thumb circled your clit with such a precision it made it so hard for you to think about words. Your skin flushed when he talked like this.

"Want to be....nghh good for you." you managed to say, earning a low rumble in his chest that was a chuckle, before his pickup his pace just a little, both hands on your thighs now. Looking right into your face.

"And good girls, can take one more. Just one more pretty orgasm, one more shudder of your pretty pussy. So shamelessly spread for me." he whispered against your lips then, not kissing you yet, although you wanted him to.

A little loving tease he was. Giving you the meanest treatment with his cock that was pulsating inside you, and yet he cooed you into a soothing balm of his voice.

Indeed, he groaned again at the feeling how you started to clench, and flutter around him. Increasing his pace now, hips snapping against yours. Even when he was not breaking a sweat doing this, but oh you felt so good to him, he couldn't get enough.

"Ahhh god... I am-" you didn't manage to speak properly, eyes rolling back. And you couldn't help to loll your tongue out. Kakashi loved to see you like this, so fucked out, and yet your pussy didn't get enough.

"Hmm, such a cute little slut for me, cumming all along my cock... So adorable." he cooed while looking down at you. Pussy feeling too hot, too slick and too good. Even when he said one more...it wasn't just one more before he fucked you through the next orgasm all over again and would pump you so full of his own cum....  

Itachi Uchiha ~ Falling simply more in love…

When Itachi was pussy drunk, god, he couldn't help then to hold you close, feeling your hot skin against his. Can't even believe that this cute girl was all his. That you let him have this heavenly access to the paradise between your legs. Hands grabbing everywhere where they could reach, kissing your skin, cooing the sweet little nothing's in your ear, while you took his mean, mean dick all the way inside. Itachi had you in reverse cowgirl now. Your plush rear so pretty on display watching how your pink pussy stretched around his length. How you swallowed every delicious inch of him, again and again and again.

Making the shinobi groan in adoration. He never had seen a more beautiful sight. Although, it was hard for him to decide if he liked it more to see your beautiful face contoured in pleasure when he was putting inside his thick inches. Or if he likes it more facing your backside in this angle having you bounce on him, so eagerly to please him.   

You made him just so weak, so weak for your perfect little cunt, it had him gasping. He sat up just to feel you close, even when you rode him reverse into oblivion, he was sure you did.

Eyes closed and yet he saw everything. Lips nipping against your skin, tasting sweet, salty skin. Inhaling your scent. You always smelled so sweet to him but now when you were bouncing on his dick...hell, the smell of your arousal, it turned him on to no end. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, loosely, so you still could drag your wet cunt down his shaft.

"You look so pretty love, so pretty...hmm for me." he murmured against your ear, breath hot over it.

"Do I? Mind to tell me that again?" you asked, no matter how much you thought you would be in control it was Itachi who chuckled, giving into the wishes of his princess. Letting you think you might have had control, although since he was now so whipped with your pussy, you might even have.

"Don't be so rude when you take me this sloppy all the way in." he spoke while his free hand tugged back a strand of hair, before he kissed your cheekbone. Hands now both on the curve of your hip, helping you to slam down just a little harder onto him.

"Fuck." you moaned then, feeling his hard, thick cock just more deep. Making you wiggle down onto him, this had him groaning again, so deep. Holding you so close now, looking down to see how cute your ass jiggled when he thrusted upwards. 

"You have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me like this, it's like heaven." the dark haired man let you know. Oh, he was so lovely to you, even when he noticed how shaky your legs got, how breathy your cute moans were from the way he hit the spot inside you.

As much as he loved fucking you full of his cum, he enjoyed to hold back his massive load for you. Making you a cum a few times on him, just so you would end up, to beg him so cute if he finally gives you his creamy, thick white cum. Such a slut you were for your boyfriend.

"Itachi, baby. Want your cum." you pouted, he was sure he could hear it, before he thrusted sharp up again. Both arms wrapping around you now as he pressed his front to your back.

"You really do, hm? I can tell your legs grow numb, huh? Pretty girl too weak, to take me?" he teased husky, gently biting your neck, what made you whimper.

Not even arguing this time with him.

"Fine, I grant you what you wish, my darling." he murmured before he let go of you laying down back in the pillows, grabbing your soft flesh of your bouncy ass.

Helping you to thrust back onto his massive shaft, over and over again.

Biting his lower lip gently when he watched the lewd display, when the noise of your skin clapping against his, was heard. The way the bed creaked. It was just so hot for him. 

"Be a naughty girl, love. Rub that clit for me, want you to cum with me this time." he commanded softly, and you couldn't help but to dance your own fingers over your swollen nub.

Itachi controlling your hips to his liking, just taking in the sensation. Not even holding back to moan your name, since he loved you so much, loved the feeling of your pussy.

Getting drunk on it like this. Eyes closed, head in the pillows...just feeling right now.

Feeling how your walls clamped down around his cock the closer you got, how his tip hit that spongy part inside you. Making you shudder and squirm a little, every time he hit that spot.

His hips bucking upwards faster, more desperate for release.

"God, I fucking...urgh love you." he panted and gasped, his balls drawing up so, so tight. You felt too good to stop.

You rubbed your clit with urgency, yourself seconds away from cumming all over his lap.

"Baby...:" you managed to squeal out before you tensed, your cunt squeezing him so god, it made his eyes roll back, pumping you full of his hot and potent seed. Rope after rope, painting your insides white. Not that he had enough now....no.

With a quick move he bends you over then, simply fucking through your orgasm and through his, this would be a long night ahead.

Just because your legs grew numb wouldn't mean your pussy can't take more right?

[iluvangel]

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Strip go ! : like strip poker but go, because that’s the game he’s always playing, every time one of you lose, the loser has to strip

Burning : he would enjoy marking you with the tip of his hot cigarette and pouring hot wax on ur soft exposed skin

Blowing the smoke from his mouth into his partners

DEIDARA

Creampie : “it’s like an explosion into your body!” He wouldn’t enjoy hurting you so his normal explosions wouldn’t be a bedroom thing; so this would be the next best thing in his eyes

Loud sex : he himself is a very loud person so whether it’s you loudly moaning and screaming or him it would get him off everytime

GAARA

Graphiocrotica : you drawing on him would be the biggest turn on for him every time whether it’s you just running ur fingers on his skin making random shapes, or using a pen, marker, or even paint. Full on leaving each shape and word on his body

Praising : not extreme praising like complimenting him on how his body moves in you that would embarrass him but calling him a good boy or even your good boy would be a need for him

HIDAN

Blood play : blood is literally his thing it’s obvious it would be a kind of his

Knife play : another thing to draw blood from you, or even the fear in his eyes and wonder if he will cut you or if he’s just dragging the blade along your exposed skin

ITACHI

Praising : as the respectful person he is praising you and letting you know your doing a good job would be his favorite thing to do “don’t stop your making me feel so good” “your doing amazing” “good girl”

Being blindfolded : the thrill of feeling you touch his body not knowing where he’s going to feel you next

KAKASHI

Exhibitonism : having sex or playing with you in public places, not public to the point where he’s fucking you in the middle of the road but public like in alleys or in the forest during/after missions. Places that people could walk in on the two of you

Marking : he would love leaving hickeys and bite marks all over your body, small ones on your neck for people to see when their talking to you, and bigger ones where only the two of you can see “these are our little secrets”

KIBA

Acarophilia : scratching, him scratching you is his biggest turn on, but when it’s you scratching him it makes his soul leave his body

Marking : unlike Kakashi Kiba would be more open about where he leaves hickeys and bites on you, your neck would always have two big hickeys on each side of your neck accompanied by little ones that lead down to your collar bone, and bite marks everywhere and anywhere, he thinks would look pretty

NARUTO

Praising : he would love any and every praise you give him weather it’s telling how good he’s doing, complimenting how he moves or even simply telling him how amazing he is

Sleeping with it inside you : need I say more?

NEJI

Sexual arousal from intellectual conversations : you debating with him whether you win or lose the fact your smart enough to hold your own would turn him on or even just you talking about something you know a lot about

Bondage : having control over whether your body can move or not

OBITO

Being tied up : if he’s in his playful tobi mood it would bring him such thrill being tied and bound, whether it’s his arms and ankles or just cuffs on his wrists it would turn him on

Discipline : if he’s in his more serious mode he would get off on punishing you, spanking you or simply degrading you would be his favorite thing

SASORI

Toys : he loves to make things that’s just his thing, but seeing the way you move and wiggle when they’re inside you would be his favorite sight

Double penetration : him in one hole and his puppets or toys in the other with you sandwiched in the middle

SHIKAMARU

You telling him what to do and bossing him around

Degrading : he would love to tell you how pathetic you are and what a little slut you are for him (knowing damn well you have full control over him and his body)

YAHIKO (PAIN)

Edging/orgasm control : he wants to tell you when you can and can’t cum, he wants to hear your cry’s and whimpers as you beg him to not stop

Degrading : just like Shikimaru he would love to tell you what a pathetic little slut you are, and how you’re such a whore for him

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[jefth3kilr]

naruto boys and one of their random and insanely specific kinks (lol) 🍃🎋

Includes: Kakashi; Gai; Jiraiya; naruto; sasuke; kiba; shino; neji; lee; shikamaru; gaara; kankuro

warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) bit of bdsm and rougher topics all charecters are aged up!! naruto and students are around 19-20

not proof read! requests are open!!!

Kakashi

power play.

I know it might seem a little ooc, but trust, I feel like he'd be really into power play.

and while yes he loves it when you call him master and get all obedient for him; I also think he would really like calling you mistress and submitting to you.

Like yes he will definitely get on his knees and kiss your legs and 'earn' your permission to fuck you. He's down for all that freaky shit.

but if you tell anyone about this he'd probably jump off the nearest building LMAO he would get so embarrassed.

Gai

praise praise praise.

please praise him LMAO.

Gai already likes praise in general, but praise from you!? he's already nutting in his pants.

Also I'm giving him another: fake rivalry.

Clearly Gai is obsessed with having a rival (cough cough Kakashi)

So if y'all kinda role-play and pretend to be rivals while fucking, he will be so hype. He would feel accomplished lolll

Jiraiya

Exhibitionism

I mean like what the hell doesn't turn Jiraiya on?

I think that he definitely likes being a little public with it, it exciting and it also turns him on knowing he's the only who can do this to you.

I don't think he'd like having full on naked sex out int he open, but he would definitely like teasing you and stuff.

Jiraiya would definitely put one of those wireless remote control vibrators in your before taking a 'nice' walk around the village at night. He would random turn it on, messing with the intensity constantly before turning it off again. It would suck for you, but he loves watching you fall apart and have trouble walking.

He also makes out with you in public. sorry not sorry. He doesn't care who tf y'all are in front of off, he will kiss you silly wherever and whenever he wants.

Oh in bar bathrooms...for get about it. You've probably been bent over evert bathroom counter int he village at least twice by now. You'd think because of his age he wouldn't have so much stamina....but trust he does.

Naruto

Breathing

Naruto is so happy that you chose him a lover, so it only makes sense that he obsessed with everything about you. And the loves listening to you breathe.

While yes, it helps him fall asleep and night to hear your sleepy breathing and listen to your heart beat in your chest.

But it also heavily turns him on when he sees your chest deeply heave after your coming down from your high And it definitely turns him on to hear your breathy, desperate, little gasps when your trying to reach that said high.

Like yes please make out with him and breathe in his ear while your hump this shit out of him. He goes crazy for stuff like that.

After your done with a training session, and your breathing all heard and your chest is going up and down, expect Naruto to drag you to the nearest bathroom LMAO.

Sasuke

his ears

hear me out

Sasuke's ears are sooo sensitive, but he would rather die than admit it.

One day you decide to test out something you read; something about how licking the other shell of someone's ear can be hot. So while you and Sasuke are making out, you test it out. And he will dead ass cum in his pants. From then on, you do it all the time.

If your want to tease him, whisper something in his ear, even if it's super casual. Just feeling your lips by his ear and listening to your soft voice is enough to drive him up the wall.

And if you nip his ear...he's a goner.

Shikamaru

Sexting

I mean Shikamaru is like super lazy, so texting each other becomes a very common thing. Even if y'all are in the same house, cuddling each other on the same damn bed, he will still text you instead of actually talking. (he claims it saves his energy)

Surprisingly, Shika is really good at dirty talk, he just doesn't do it because he's lazy. But texting you all that dirty talk...he can def do that.

You'll be in class and get a text from him, expecting just a casual 'wyd' message and instead get a whole paragraph like: 'when your get home I'm gonna ******* and the I'm gonna ******** you're so fucking **** I can't wait to *****.' you can never catch a break with this guy.

And if you lock eyes with him in class after reading that, he will look super casual LMAO

Kiba

scent.

i mean we all know Kiba has a crazy sense of smell, so obviously he would be able to track your scent no matter where you are. so he knows what you smell like. he knows how your natural musk is and what your perfume smells like too.

Kiba would definitely know right away if you switched perfumes. he’d probably pout about it at first because he liked the other one but after a couple of days he’ll get used to it. also if you wear too much of it, expect him to sneeze A LOT.

but anyway, he loves to smell you during sex. wether that be shoving his face into the crook of your neck and taking in your scent, or being all gross and sniffing your panties (which you always yell at him for but you secretly like it) he LOVES your scent.

sometimes, when he’s really desperate for you, he’ll beg you to let him smell you.

“Just a sniff baby, i need it. I need you.”

how can you say no to him when he’s looking at you with those sad puppy eyes? 🥺

Shino

hickeys

since no one can really see his neck because of his big ass coat, feel free to leave as many as possible.

I think he finds it very romantic to be able to mark each other like that. He also finds the feeling very sensual to kiss and suck on someone's neck. He also enjoys that's feeling on himself.

If you were to ever to show off your hickeys, wearing nothing but a tank top outside in public. He would pass tf out LMAO he loves it.

He's secretly very possessive.

Neji

hair pulling.

this goes both ways.

First of all, he has that long ass hair. I also feel like Neji can get a bit bossy sometimes, so if you want him to shut the hell up, just pull him by his hair.

The first time you did it, it was probably an accident. But when you saw his blushing face and a tent forming in his pants, you knew you had to do that again.

I also feel like Neji is a bit quiet during sex, but trust if you pull on his hair, he will start moaning like a girl.

But second; he also loves to pull your hair. When he's feeling extra dominant and he wants you to submit, he will definitely pull your head back by your hair while giving your the nastiest back shots known to man kind.

He is also the type to put your hair into a makeshift ponytail while you blow him.

Lee

Overstimulation.

I think Lee really likes it when you guys treat sex like training. (I read a fic about this lmao)

Like please let him finger you into oblivion, it gives him a good arm workout. But don't expect to be done after he's made you cum 5 times on his fingers, he still needs to work out the other arm too!

Lee is someone who can NEVVERRR do a quickie, since he has so much stamina from training, he can go round and round after round.

Literally, you could have done like 9 rounds and he is still amped up on energy.

And do NOT squirt around him, he be determined to make your squirt at least 6 more times before letting you take a break.

But of course, if you really need a break or want to stop, he will gladly give you as much time as you need, he's still a sweet boy. (call him sweet boy and he will nut instantly)

Gaara

dry humping

sometimes it just takes so much energy to get fully unclothed and actually commit to having sex. Also since Gaara isn't a super sexual person in the sense that he doesn't really like to get undress and all that other stuff, dry humping is such a good alternative.

I also HC that Gaara is a bit submissive, I mean he will def Dom you sometimes but regular he will usually submit to you and listen to you (bc you love him and he feels like this is a way he can prove that he loves u too)

Imagine after a long day, your both exhausted but still so pent up. So your just in his lap, grinding away while your heavily makeout and pull at each other's hair. Trust he will be nutting in his pants.

And if you also whisper sweet nothings to him...he's done for.

Kankuro

bondage

need i say more?

trust he will tie you up with his chakra strings and eat you out until your sobbing....

He definitely finds it hot that your comfortable enough with him to allow him to tie you up and be at his mercy (he also lokey has a power complex soooo)

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Playing with naruto boys hair ──☆*:・ﾟ

Slightly suggestive (kankuro ofc)

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He loves attention so honesty he is down for anything. Weither your petting his head or braiding it he will always rub into your hand like a little puppy😭 he doesn’t beg for you to play with his hair but he never refuses the offer~

You were braiding his hair while he slowly fell asleep, thinking he was already asleep you started to talk to yourself “ ugh your so cute with your fluffy hair” you whisper “tsk, and you think it makes you look like a hedgehog, a cute hedgehog if anything~” then you can hear him giggle and turn a soft pink “oh my god your awake?!” “Hehehehe…yeahhh” “thanks y/n~”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He thinks he’s so tough and mostly it is but when he gets all soft with you late at night all he wants is to cuddle and for you to play with his hair. He just lays on your chest and when you don’t start playing with his hair he will clear his throat in a very dramatic way!

“AEhemHHHH” “…yes?” “Well? Arent you going to…?” “Huh?” “Play with my hair y/n!!!” “Ohhhhh! I knew that I just wanted to hear you say it~” “Y/N!” You giggle at his neediness 

Itachi🥀-*

Straight forward, to the point, just “play with my hair.” And that’s it. He can be very timid but most of the time he’s not ashamed to ask for things!

“Y/n? My darling?” “Yes?” He sits down infront of you “can you play with my hair?” You reach down and kiss his hair softly “of course!” And you drag your fingers through his soft hair you ask “anything else baby?” He whimpers softly at the head massage “I love you y/n…” you giggle “I love you too!”

Kakashi🍃-*

Every time you see his hair down it’s just an urge to go up to him a play with it, it looks so soft honestly! You never have before but one day after he takes a nice shower and walk out with his hair down and freshly dried you just had to ask!

“Why are You staring at me y/n? You think I’m that handsome?~” he teases “well you are handsome but I’m just looking at your hair” “ah why?” “It looks so soft!” “Oh!…want to touch it?” He walks over to you bowing his head in front of you while giving you cute puppy eyes. You reach for a strand of his hair and just as you thought it was soft as silk! “Oh my god what conditioner do you use babe?” He giggles while sitting down next to you, not moving his head away from your loving hand. You sat there playing with his hair for hours!

Kiba🐺-*

He always sees how excited akamaru gets when you pet him so he kinda wondered what if felt like, but he didn’t want to be weird so he didn’t know how to ask. So he didn’t ask!

“What’s up kibaa?” “Hey y/n!!” He lays down on your lap which he does often but this time he did something different “can I have your hand y/n?” “Of course puppy!” He grabs your hand and immediately places it on his head waiting for you to get the hint. “Uh? Heh what are you doing…OHHHHH you want me to play with your hairrr how cutee!!” “Shut up y/n!!! Gosh cant a guy get some pets without being teased.” You laugh at his response. But you gladly gave him all the pets he wanted! (Akamaru was jealous)

Shikamaru🀄️-*

Similar to kakashi, you rarely see his hair down so once you saw him relaxing in bed with his hair down you couldn’t resist

You crawl in bed with him which Suprisingly he didn’t realize, but once you started playing with the ends of his hair he opened his eyes to look at you “uh, what are you doing dear?” “Playing with your hair” “w-why?” “Because I Love You?” “Hm, Ok……can you brush it out while your at it? It’ll get frizzy and I’m to lazy to deal with it” “of course! But only if you don’t whine about it” “be gentle and I won’t whine!” He closes his eyes waiting to feel the brush softly dragging through his hair (for now on he always asks you to brush his hair)

Shino🪲-*

He doesn’t mind what you do to him as long as your happy! I feel like his hair gets frizzy in humidity and your happy to take care of it, kind of like shika. Except he asks you to help not because of the frizz he just secretly likes your hands on his hair

He walks up to you after a fresh shower and hands you a comb, detangle stray and a normal brush. You look up at him a little lost just to see his hair poofy and slightly curled “…do you want me to do your hair?” “Yes I don’t know how” (he does he just wants you to do it) “hm Finee, cmon sit in front of me” you took very nice care of his hair which he appreciated so much. Now most of the time when you play with his hair it just turns into you playing salon with him (LOL)

Neji🎋-*

I’ve said it before he loves it when you play with his hair but he will never ask. Normally he just sits next to you and play with his own hair until you do it for him. He thinks he’s so sneaky when he does it but in reality it’s so obvious he wants your attention

He’s currently braiding the ends of his hair which he never does so you knew what he wanted already “neji what are you doing sweetheart?” “Just braiding my hair” He looks up at you with a small smirk hoping you caught on “oh ok!…may I help?” “YES” “…” “uhm I mean…sure!” He’s not smooth at all but let’s just pretend he is- he just lays on his stomach and let’s you do whatever you want to his long hair. You can put it up in a bun or maybe a ponytail, whatever you pick he just likes the attention!

Lee🥋-*

He also LOVESSSS attention, love and care no matter what! He would just jump onto you and beg for you to pet him! Which you always do, especially after a long day he lovesss ittt

“Y/n-Chan! Please! I would do anything just for you to play with my hair!” You look at him for a while just to soak in his pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, but you took to long to respond so he took it as a no apparently. “PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLEASE,PLE-” “YES LEE OK!!” “YAY!” He tucks his head into your hand so you could hold onto his face while playing with his hair, also so he can stare at your beautiful face with love in his eyes

Choji🍥-*

Now this boy has a lot of hair, it’s a like a blanket! So sometimes you just cling to his back and bury your head into his fluffy hair. Other than cuddling into his hair you also love playing with it. One time you put them into two pig tails and he looks ADORABLE! He didn’t take them out the whole day

“Your sooooo CUTEEE AHHH” He is currently twirling his hair which you put into a cute ponytail “ya think so y/n?” “Mhm!! But let’s try something elsee” you take the band holding his hair up out gently as to not put any hair out, then you dragged both hands from his scalp all the way down his hair which made him shiver. You grabbed two pieces of his hair from the front of his head to put them into two buns. After that you took a look at his cute face. “Oh my gosh you look like a cute little bear!” “Ha little?” “Yeah your just a silly little guy!” Which made him blush. He loves moments like this

Gaara⏳-*

He is very timid with any new form of physical affection so when you suggested playing with his hair he was a little shy but also confused, why does she want to touch my hair? Is it because it’s red? He didn’t understand but was willing

“I’m ok with you touching my hair I’m just wondering why?” You smile at his curiosity “it’ll feel good sweetheart, I’ll give you a nice head massage~” he likes massages so that comforted him a little. Once you made contact with his hair he felt a little less anxious. “Feel good?” His eyes softened while he turned drowsy “yes…thank you” he fell asleep not to far into the massage, but now you know any time he has trouble sleeping you could put him to sleep by playing with his hair

Kankuro🪆-*

I’ve said before he LOVES his hair, you rarely get to touch is. But he will let you touch it if you pull it play with it which he does like but never admits it

“Why would I let your touch my glorious hair!” “You let me pull it last night?” “SHUP UP?!” Teasing him is always fun so you get a laugh out of it, but you do really want to play with his hair “no serious let me play with it! I promise you’ll love ittt~” “Ughhhh fineeeee” he mumbled while he sits on his knees infront of you. Once you actually started playing with it He visibly relaxed “told you you’d love ittt” “I don’t love it! I just…yeah fine you win I love it”

[pupsec]

𐔌 、shikamaru　ﾉ　I FORGOT TO CHANGE THE DESCRIPTION FOR THIS UM HES JUST RLLY MEAN 𓈒　◟

cw: first time ノrough sex ノ overstim ノ explicit content ϑϱ

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

Shikamaru is a fucking mystery.

Lazy. Grumpy. Always sighing when you talk too much, always telling you you’re “troublesome” with that dry, tired tone like he’s two seconds from walking out of the room. He never flirts, never compliments you, barely even looks at you sometimes—and it kills you. Because you like him. You want him. And every time he brushes you off with a muttered “what a drag,” it chips a little piece off your chest.

But then one night, everything shifts.

It’s late. You’re alone. He’s sitting on your bed, legs sprawled, shoulders slouched, eyes half-lidded and unreadable. Same look as always—like he couldn’t be bothered.

But he’s still here.

You sit beside him, too nervous to touch. Too quiet. And he notices.

“Tch. What is it now?” he mutters.

Your lip trembles.

He turns to look at you—and freezes.

You’re crying.

“…Are you crying?” he asks, voice sharp now. Not lazy. Just surprised. Alert.

“I—I’m sorry,” you choke, wiping your eyes, shaking. “I just—thought you didn’t even like me.”

He stares at you.

Doesn’t say a word.

Then: “Why the hell would you think that?”

You sniff, avoiding his eyes. “You’re always annoyed. Always distant. You never touch me, or smile, or say anything nice and I—fuck, I—I didn’t know if I was just embarrassing myself all this time.”

Silence.

Then suddenly—you’re being pushed.

Flat onto the bed, body pinned beneath his, his hand gripping your wrist, his breath hot on your face.

“You think I don’t like you?” he hisses, voice low, almost trembling with tension.

You blink up at him.

His hips shift.

And fuck, you feel it.

The thick, rock-hard press of his cock straining through his pants—massive, twitching, rubbing against your thigh with nothing between it but cheap denim and the heat of your skin.

“Does this feel like someone who doesn’t want you?” he growls.

You gasp.

“Shika—”

He cuts you off with his mouth—finally. His kiss is rough, desperate, full of all the shit he hasn’t been saying. His tongue pushes into your mouth like he needs to taste you, like he’s been starving for it. His hands are rough, tugging at your clothes, yanking your shirt over your head without finesse.

“I didn’t touch you,” he pants between kisses, “because I didn’t trust myself to stop. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the second you started looking at me with those stupid, pretty eyes.”

You moan as he strips you bare, his voice getting harsher with every second, like every word he’s kept inside is boiling over now.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you dress when I’m around? How you lean in when you laugh, how your perfume clings to my shirt if you get too close?”

He yanks his pants down, cock springing free—huge, flushed, already leaking at the tip.

You whimper.

“I thought you hated—”

He grabs your chin.

“Stop fucking saying that.”

Then he’s inside you.

No warning.

Just a brutal, deep thrust that steals your breath, stretches you wide and full and aching. You cry out, legs shaking as he holds your hips still, driving his cock into you with a groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from his throat.

“Does that feel like hate?” he grits.

You’re sobbing now. Overwhelmed. Full.

“N-no—I—I—”

He slams in deeper.

You scream.

“Say it.”

“Y-you want me—”

“Damn right I do,” he hisses, voice breaking. “So much it pisses me off.”

He fucks you harder then—deep, punishing strokes, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly, pushing you to your limit. His mouth finds your throat, your jaw, biting, kissing, tasting.

And even through the roughness—his hands are shaking.

Because it’s real.

And you finally fucking know it.

His fingers are brushing your cheek now, calloused pads strangely gentle for someone who just shoved your legs apart like it was a fucking mission directive. Shikamaru’s eyes are half-lidded, dark, a little heavy with guilt but not enough to stop the way his hips are still grinding against you, cock buried to the hilt.

He’s deeper than you’ve ever felt anyone.

His voice is low, and there’s no softness to it, no apology in his tone—just that dry edge of irritation that somehow feels good when it’s wrapped around pet names like that. Like he’s annoyed at himself more than you. Like the idea of hurting you makes his chest ache but he still can’t help being rough.

You whimper—half embarrassed, half moaning as his cock grinds against your spot again, the stretch still so much, the pressure making your head spin.

He shifts—one hand on your hip, holding you down, thumb rubbing a lazy, mocking circle.

“Look at you,” he mutters. “Takin’ it so well. Gonna act like I didn’t just stuff you full on your first time?”

You whimper again, thighs trembling.

“Poor thing,” he breathes. “Didn’t even know how good you'd feel wrapped around me, did you?”

His pace picks up—not fast, not brutal, but purposeful. Every thrust lands deep, slow and heavy, like he's fucking you in slow motion just to make sure you feel every inch of him. His cock drags along your walls, thick and perfectly curved, and he watches your face for every twitch, every choked moan, every little flutter of your lashes when it gets too good to hide.

“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he says casually, voice just a breath above a sigh. “No one’s gonna fuck you this deep. They wouldn��t know how.”

You cry out, and his hand moves, thumb brushing your lower lip.

“You like that? Like when I talk down to you while I’m this far inside?”

You nod, helpless.

He hums, amused.

“Thought so.”

His thrusts get sharper now, still not fast, but firm, knocking the air out of you, making you cry out with every roll of his hips.

“You’re so tight,” he groans. “Too good. It’s annoying. You make it too easy to lose my goddamn mind.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, panting.

“You better cum soon,” he mutters. “I’m not gonna last if you keep clenching like that.”

You whimper, already close, your body burning, stretched, full.

And then, soft but sharp, right into your ear—

“C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my cock.”

[gingerkunoichii]

How They'd React to You Teasing Them.

MASTERLIST Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Warnings: NSFW and SFW descriptions, tables turned against you

♡ Naruto isn’t exactly subtle when he gets flustered, and teasing him is like pressing a big red button. If you compliment him in an over-the-top way—like calling him “strong and heroic” with mock seriousness—he’ll grin at first, thinking you’re being genuine. But the moment he realizes you’re teasing, his face turns bright red, and he stammers out something incoherent while scratching the back of his neck. “H-Hey! I mean, yeah, I am pretty strong… but you don’t have to make a big deal out of it!” ♡ His attempts to play it cool usually backfire hilariously. If you tease him about how cute he looks when he’s mad, he’ll immediately prove your point by getting even madder. “Mad?! I’m not mad, I’m—wait, stop smiling like that!” ♡ Naruto doesn’t like to lose, even in teasing battles, so if you keep pushing, he’ll fight back in the most chaotic ways. Expect tickle attacks, goofy faces, or him grabbing you and spinning you around until you’re laughing so hard you can’t tease him anymore. “Ha! Now you can’t talk, can you? I win!” ♡ Naruto is weak for your voice, especially when you drop it to a sultry, teasing tone. If you lean in close and whisper something suggestive, like how much you’ve been thinking about him or how good he looks shirtless, he’s immediately turned on. His throat tightens, and he gets a little dizzy from how fast his blood rushes south. “You can’t just say stuff like that and expect me to keep my hands to myself, y’know…” ♡ One second he can be stumbling over a compliment you've given him and the next a complete different person, especially if you try to tease him further. For example, your hand trailing along his thigh under the table or your fingertips brushing over the waistband of his pants when you pass by drives him fucking crazy. He’ll catch your wrist, his grip firm but not rough, and pull you close, eyes dark with need. “You know you’re not subtle, right? If you wanted my cock that bad, you could’ve just said so.”

♡ Naruto gets so turned on when you pretend like you’re not doing anything on purpose—like pressing your ass against him when you “accidentally” back into him or lightly dragging your nails over his abs while pretending to admire them. He chuckles, low and rough, before leaning down to murmur in your ear. "Why are you acting all innocent now? I know what you're trying to do. You want me to fuck you, right?"

♡ He loves when you accidentally make sounds, especially when you were acting all confident and trying to tease him. It makes him want to take you right then and there. He loves knowing that you get turned on just from messing with him. His grin gets wider when he leans in close. “That sound? Fuck, that’s hot. Bet you’ll be moaning a lot louder when I’m inside you.”

♡ At first, teasing Shikamaru doesn’t seem to do much. He’ll sigh dramatically, lazily leaning back while pretending not to care. His typical response? A half-smile and a nonchalant, “How troublesome…” But that tiny smirk on his lips? It gives him away every time. “You’re putting way too much effort into this. What a drag.”

♡ Shikamaru is a master at flipping your teasing back on you without lifting a finger. If you comment on how “cool” or “handsome” he is in an exaggerated tone, he’ll nod casually, throwing in a dry, “Yeah, I get that a lot,” just to annoy you.

♡ If you push him too far, he’ll give you a small, knowing smirk and drop a sarcastic comment that leaves you sputtering. His dry humour hits right where it hurts—in the funniest way possible. “You’re teasing me now, but you’re going to trip over your own joke in a second. Just wait.” ♡ Shikamaru loves when you’re direct. If you lean in close and whisper something dirty, like how much you’ve been thinking about his cock or how wet you are, he gives you a lazy grin that’s equal parts amused and turned on. “Troublesome woman. You’re bold today, huh? That’s dangerous, you know.”

♡ If you try to rile him up by brushing against him “accidentally” or kissing him in a way that doesn’t quite go far enough, Shikamaru plays along—at first. He’s patient, letting you think you’re in control, but he’s calculating every move. When he’s had enough, he’ll pull you onto his lap and tilt your chin up with his fingers, speaking in that low, slow voice that makes your stomach flip. “You think you’ve got me all worked up? Cute. Let’s see who’s teasing who now.” ♡ Shikamaru loves it when you're on top and grind yourself against his cock - it's a failed attempt at teasing really, especially when he’s too “lazy” to do more than groan softly and put his hands behind his head. He’ll let you take your time, enjoying every roll of your hips without rushing things. “Huh, guess you weren’t lying about being turned on. I bet you’re soaked already." ♡ When finally you go too far and the haze is too much even for him he doesn’t get rough; instead, he smirks and takes control in that maddeningly calm, deliberate way, dragging out every touch just to make you squirm. His calm demeanour only makes it more intense when his fingers finally dip between your folds, testing just how wet you are. “You’ve been asking for this all night. Now sit still for just a second..”

♡ Sasuke’s initial reaction to teasing is almost always a glare. He’ll scoff or mutter something under his breath, trying to act like he doesn’t care. But the way his jaw tightens or how his eyes flick away from yours for a second gives away that he’s just barely tolerating it—because it’s you. "Hn. Do you ever stop talking?"

♡ Sasuke isn’t one to engage in playful banter, but if you really push him, he’ll quietly turn the tables on you in a way that leaves you flustered. A quick, dry remark or a barely-there smirk is all it takes to remind you he’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. “If you have time to mess with me, maybe you should find something useful to do.”

♡ He doesn't rise to the bait with words. Instead, he retaliates in small, calculated ways—like stepping closer so his presence feels heavy, brushing past you deliberately, or locking eyes just a little too long. His quiet dominance makes you second-guess whether you’re still the one in control. “Are you done yet?” ♡ Even though he acts cold, Sasuke can’t hide his soft spot for you entirely. If someone else joins in on teasing you, his demeanour shifts to something even colder, his sharp words quickly shutting them down. “Mind your own business. This doesn’t involve you.” ♡ Despite his composed demeanour, Sasuke’s soft spot for you slips out in subtle ways—like the faint smirk he gives when you’re being particularly cheeky or the way he leans slightly closer when you tease him. He won’t admit it, but he likes the attention from you only. “You’re lucky you’re not completely insufferable.” ♡ Sasuke admires your confidence but refuses to let you get the upper hand. When you run your fingers along his chest or brush your lips against his jawline, he doesn’t pull away or react immediately. Instead, he watches you with sharp, calculating eyes, letting you think you’re in control—for now. “That’s it? I thought you’d be braver than that.” ♡ If you get bold enough to murmur filthy words in his ear—telling him how wet you are or how much you’ve been thinking about his cock—Sasuke doesn’t blush or fluster. Instead, his jaw tightens, and his lips curl into a faint, humourless smirk as his dark eyes pierce into yours. “You talk too much. Why don’t you show me instead?” ♡ Sasuke really doesn't get flustered when you tease him, instead his cock twitches when you grind against him or sit on his lap - whilst his face is completely straight, he doesn’t lose his composure as easily as other men might. His hands settle on your hips, holding you firmly but without rushing. He lets you take the lead for a moment, but the intensity in his gaze warns that he won’t let you stay in control for long. “Tch. You’re always so demanding… enjoy my mercy whilst it lasts."”

♡ Kakashi is hard to fluster, so your teasing rarely gets an obvious reaction. Instead, he raises a brow or gives you that infamous eye crinkle, his amusement barely hidden behind his mask. He lets you think you’re in control, but his relaxed demeanour makes it clear he’s enjoying the game. “Oh? That’s cute. You’ve been practising your teasing all for me, haven’t you?” ♡ If you tease him about his mask or his obsession with Icha Icha. Kakashi doesn’t just let it slide. He’s quick with a sly comeback, usually something flirty enough to leave you second-guessing whether he’s joking or serious. "Careful, teasing me about Icha Icha. I might have to give you a demonstration. Unless that's what you've been aiming for this entire time?" ♡ Kakashi’s first reaction to any teasing about his age is the classic, unimpressed eye crinkle. He doesn’t get mad, but his expression screams, Really? That’s what you’re going with? “If I’m old, then you must like older men. Should I be flattered?”

♡ One of Kakashi's biggest turn-ons is the allure of mystery, so when you tug at his mask or pretend you’re going to pull it down to try and tease him, his cock awakens instantly. He doesn’t stop you but lets you toy with him, enjoying the game just as much as the payoff. “Not so fast. If you want more, you’ll have to earn it.”

♡ Kakashi thrives on verbal teasing as much as physical. If you call him a pervert or mention his obsession with Icha Icha, it only spurs him on. He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear, and murmurs something that makes your knees weak. “Pervert, huh? Let me show you just how imaginative all that reading has made me.”

♡ The table always ends up reversed against you. Kakashi is an absolute master of teasing. He's not shy about dragging things out either, especially when you tried to play a grandmaster at his own game. He loves running his cock along your folds without pushing inside or stopping just when you're about to cum. The more you whimper the more it makes him tease you to teach you a lesson. “Patience, sweetheart. Good things come to those who wait… or beg.”

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chakra therapy

pairing: naruto uzumaki x reader (6k+ words)

Orochimaru’s latest jutsu leaves Naruto completely cut off from his chakra—until he realizes there’s one exception: you. Shikamaru said you should stay close for ‘research purposes.’ Pretty sure he didn’t mean it like this.”

cn: light sub/dom, overstimulation, breeding kink, praise, slight degrading kink

Naruto had always have feelings for you, though his clumsy, boyish nature kept him from ever admitting it outright. Instead, he showed it through actions. Subtlety wasn’t exactly his strong suit, but the signs were there, stitched into every impulsive action, every unfiltered laugh, every poorly hidden glance. Always hovering nearby, whether or not his presence was necessary. Nodding along, brow furrowed in concentration, even when half the words went over his head.

And then, of course, there were the looks—quick, unintentional, darting away the second he thought he’d been caught.

Every goddamn time. A split-second too long tracking the way fabric molded against curves, the unconscious clench of his jaw when bare skin teased his periphery. The sharp swallow whenever thighs squeezed together, whenever movement dragged his attention somewhere it had no business lingering. He told himself to stop looking, but instincts had other plans—reaction first, regret second.

Of course, you had noticed.

You weren’t stupid, nor were you blind. Naruto was always attractive. Too much muscle packed into that golden skin, those sharp, untamed eyes promising trouble if you let them linger too long.

The strength in his form, honed through years of relentless training. Even his foolish antics, the way he could make you laugh without effort, it was driving you mad. And yet, you never acted on it. You wanted him to be the first to break. To say it, to give in without your help.

But apparently, something else decided to help him instead.

It happened during the latest mission to bring Sasuke back. Orochimaru, infamous for his twisted experiments, had unleashed a forbidden jutsu at the last second before Naruto was being overpowered. It wasn’t a direct attack, no blood spilled, no broken bones. But the effect was insidious.

Naruto could no longer feel his chakra.

Not entirely absent, but distant. Muted echoes drifting in a void, unreachable no matter how desperately he tried. The realization had rattled him in a way that no physical injury ever had.

Now, in the clinic, everyone scrambled to find a way to undo it. The nurse flipped frantically through scrolls, searching for information.

Kakashi, ever the steady one, offered his calm reassurance.

“We’ll fix this. No need to panic.”

Sakura, frustrated and worried in equal measure, smacked Naruto lightly upside the head.

“Snap out of it, idiot! Freaking out isn’t going to fix anything.”Shikamaru, arms crossed, brows furrowed in thought, muttered,

“This is a drag… but if it’s a sensory disruption, we need a trigger to reverse it.”

Despite all their efforts, nothing changed.

You weren’t sure what to do either. But instinct, the same instinct that drove Naruto to protect you whenever you were in danger , had you moving to his side before you could think twice.

You reached for him, voice softer, laking the usual teasing bite. You try to sound steady despite the nervous energy curling in your gut.

“Naruto, breath. Come on, you seriously think I’d let you break that easily?”

Your fingers brushed against his forearm. a simple, grounding touch.

The room stilled.

His head snapped up, eyes blown wide, searching, frantic, until they landed on the source. Still there, still touching him. The words left his mouth without thought, louder than necessary. “I CAN FEEL IT.”

Everyone else froze at his reaction, the intensity in his expression a stark contrast to the depressing energy from moments ago.

Naruto’s breath hitched, his lips parted, and for a second, it wasn’t confusion on his face, it was need. Need to touch you.

You blinked, eyes flickering to where your hand met his skin. “What?”

Shikamaru, ever the skeptic, reached forward and pressed his fingers to Naruto’s shoulder.

Nothing.

Naruto shook his head. “No. Just her.”

A weighted silence followed, thick with unspoken implications.

Shikamaru exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze darting between you and Naruto before something in his expression shifted, a knowing look.

Then, with an almost smug amusement, he murmured, “Well, well… That’s interesting.”

Naruto stiffened, fingers twitching at his sides, his breath coming shorter. His ears burned scarlet, the flush creeping down his throat, disappearing beneath the dip of his collar. His thighs tensed. As if it took everything in him to stay still.

Because suddenly, it all made sense. Why his skin burned beneath your fingers. Why his breath had turned shallow, pupils blown wide. And worse, why the heat in his stare felt nothing like panic anymore.

The next day, Naruto found himself in Shikamaru’s room with you.

Shikamaru sat cross-legged at his desk, a scroll half-unrolled in front of him, fingers lazily tapping against the wood as he exhaled.

“I’ll go through Konoha’s records and archives,” he said, his voice carrying that usual bored indifference, though his sharp gaze betrayed how seriously he was taking it. “If there’s a way to cancel Orochimaru’s jutsu, I’ll find it. But until then…”

He lazily tilted his head toward you before looking back at Naruto.

“You should stick with her.”

Naruto flinched slightly at that, but Shikamaru wasn’t even trying to hide his sly smile.

“You know. For… research purposes.”

Naruto scowled, crossing his arms. “Tch. You make it sound weird, but yeah, yeah, whatever.”

He turned to you, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish grin. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

You raised a brow, leaning in slightly. “What’s different from before?”

Naruto immediately tensed, face heating up. “No! I mean—yeah. But not like—!” He cut himself off, groaning loudly before whipping around toward the door. “I’m leaving!”

You just grinned and Shikamaru let out a chuckle, nodding with sly eyes at you as you exit through the door, trailing after Naruto

The walk through the village was quiet for a moment. For once, Naruto was too quiet. Which, honestly, was worse.

A huff of breath, fingers rubbing at the back of his neck, shoulders squared like he was bracing for an attack. And then, with the grace of a man walking into his own execution “Wanna hang out?”

You smiled, feigning surprise. “Are you asking me on a date, Naruto?”

Immediate regret. Air lodged somewhere between his throat and lungs, a violent cough shaking his frame as he stumbled over nothing.

“Wha—?! WHAT’S UP WITH YOU!?” He groaned, muttering under his breath as he kicked at a loose stone on the road. “Tch, forget it.”

You laughed, nudging him with your shoulder. “Relax, idiot. I’m messing with you. Come on, where to? Ramen, training, or do we sit around your place and get competitive over that lame Wind Shuriken game again?”

You paused, thinking for a second before adding “Hm. Actually, it will be helpful to play that game in your current state.”

Naruto huffed, pouting slightly as he stuffed his hands into his pockets. “It’s not lame. You just suck at it.”

You gasped dramatically. “Excuse me?! I literally beat you last time!”

“You cheated!”

“You’re just mad I outplayed you.”

The banter continued as you made your way toward Naruto’s apartment, his earlier flustered state easing into something familiar, something comfortable.

But what you didn’t know—what Naruto wasn’t telling you—was that before he saw you today, he had already had a conversation with Shikamaru, earlier that morning.

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Shikamaru stood near the Hokage building, arms crossed as he eyed Naruto lazily.

“So… how long are you gonna keep pretending?”

Naruto, mid-stretch, froze. His back immediately stiffened before he turned, frowning. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Shikamaru gave him a deadpan look. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. The thing with her.”

Naruto’s eye twitched. “There’s no ‘thing.’”

Shikamaru barely held back an eye-roll. “Right. And the fact that she’s the only person who can break that jutsu? That’s just bad luck?”

Naruto groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything.”

Shikamaru sighed, shaking his head. “You’re really hopeless, huh?” He glanced at him, smirking. “You do realize you’re not getting out of this without her figuring it out, right?”

Naruto crossed his arms stubbornly. “Yeah? And what if she doesn’t feel the same way? What if she—”

“Avoids you?” Shikamaru interrupted smoothly, tilting his head. “You really think that’s how she’d react?”

Naruto opened his mouth to argue, only to pause.…Would you?

Shikamaru saw the hesitation flash across his face and smiled knowingly.

“Thought so.”

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Back in the present, by the time you both arrived at Naruto’s place, after a while he began being tense again.

Not because of the hangout itself, you two did this all the time. Whether it was eating, training, or killing time at his place, it was normal.

Except it wasn’t normal anymore.

Because now, every time you looked at him, every time you leaned in slightly, every time your hands brushed, he remember that damn conversation with Shikamaru.

Cross-legged on the floor, the game board stretched between you two, a silent battlefield waiting to be conquered.

It was a Konoha classic: a two-player match where you had to align your chakra-infused tiles to mimic the perfect arc of a shuriken’s flight. Each tile had different wind currents, and only through precise movements and strategy could you outmaneuver your opponent’s trajectory.

Naruto sucked at it.

Not because he was dumb—but because his instincts always made him play fast, aggressive, going for power instead of precision. And the fact that he doesn’t feel the chakra like before made it worse. You, on the other hand, knew exactly how to read his movements, how to bait him into making the wrong moves.

And it pissed him off. Expecially right now.

“Tch—dammit!” Naruto groaned as he stared at the board, his last move completely blocked.

You bit back a grin, tilting your head. “What’s wrong, hero? Not as easy as a real shuriken throw?”

Naruto scowled. “This stupid game is rigged. Who the hell has time to plan this far ahead?”

“People who think before they act.” You hummed, tapping a finger against your lips in mock thought. “But hey, don’t feel bad. I can help you to feel your chakra, remember?”

His face burned immediately. Yeah, right. Back to reality.

You moved before he could protest, reaching over to slide a tile into place. A simple reach, fingers gliding over the board, but the shift brought warm skin against his, thighs brushing, arms pressing together for just a second too long.

The same electric sensation that grounded him yesterday, that pulled him out of his suffocating void was again, the warm, unmistakable pulse of your chakra.

His throat went dry, swallowing as a slow, pulsing ache settled deep in his belly, building with every touch.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you let your fingers linger on his wrist, feeling the slight tremor beneath his skin. “Nervous?”

Naruto stutter. “N-no. Continue”

But his voice betrayed him, cracking slightly, low and strained.

Oh. This was fun.

Your fingers ghosted up his arm, teasing the hypersensitive skin, barely touching his forearm before curling around his bicep just enough to make his cock twitch.

Naruto’s breath hitched, chest rising in a stuttering gasp.

Your smirk deepened. “Relax, Naruto. I’m just getting comfortable.”

A blatant lie. And you think he knew it, or at least sense something by the way he is sending you a glare.

You shifted closer, brushing your thigh against his. The heat of his body—always so naturally warm—seeped into you, and the moment your breath ghosted against his ear, he physically jolted.

His chakra, what little he could feel, was flickering wildly. Every brush of your fingertips sent ripples of sensation through his body, as if his nerves were waking up one by one, tuned only to you.

His breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, his chest heaving as if he couldn’t get enough air.

He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was a mess. It was too much, the sensation of your hands trailing slow, your teasing, the undeniable pull of your chakra weaving into his.

“Or do you want me to help you more?” Your voice, closer to his ear, make his impossible to move an inch.

He wanted to say something. Beg, maybe. Or tell you to stop before he lost every last ounce of restraint. But the way your nails teased closer to the waistband of his pants? Fuck. His mind had gone blank.

He don’t know how it escalated into this. Why are you doing this? Aren’t you two friends? I mean, he is insanly in love with you but…why would you?

“H-Hey…” His voice was strained, hands gripping his knees. “We should stop—”

You didn’t stop. How could you? You know he feels closer to normal before that cursed jutsu…or maybe more than normal.

Instead, your fingers trailed dangerously lower, tracing the waistband of his pants, not enough to touch, just enough to threaten.

“Wha—“

Naruto practically tore himself away, breath ragged, face burning. “I—I can’t. I don’t wanna—” He clenched his fists, eyes squeezing shut. “I don’t wanna use you.”

The sudden seriousness in his voice made you pause. He wasn’t just embarrassed anymore. He was struggling.

You tilted your head, watching him closely.

“Use me?”

He exhaled hard, his like sandpaper in his throat. “I just really, really want you. T-to keep touching me.”

The admission came out like a confession he wasn’t ready to say aloud, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping himself.

You licked your lips, feeling your own pulse quicken. And then, as if deciding for both of you, you leaned in, voice smooth.

“But you’re not using me.”

The words slotted into place like a key turning in a lock. And just like that, the dam holding him back cracked.

And just as his uncertain and vulnerable gaze snapped to you, you let your fingers skim over his collarbone, nails lightly dragging making him feel overwhelmed.

The second your lips brushed against his ear, his fingers clenched at your hips, an involuntary whimper breaking free. You grinned, amused at the way his body trembled next to you.

The escape was clumsy, like a man barely holding onto the last thread of control.

“Naruto…” Your voice was lower now, testing. “Focus”

His throat bobbed, eyes dark and completely wrecked. This is wrong. His mind chaotic, messy, he can’t continue like that.

And then, just like that, he snapped.

“STOP!”

His head tipped just slightly, muscles locked in place, as if terrified to move.

Before be can’t control himself, Shikamaru’s voice maddening bim, he jut burst out—loud, desperate, like something that had been clawing to escape.

“I don’t want this just because of this jutsu think!” his breath uneavsn before continuing “It feel wrong, hiding it from you and I—I like you, okay?”

You pause for a second, you can’t say you didn’t felt your stomach curl as he finally admitted, but right now? Right now you are too aroused to even think straight.

“Oh, Naruto. But i knew.”

His entire face burned, staring at you “What did you mean you knew???”

You shrugged, looking unaffected with a grin on your face. “You think i didn’t notice? How you look at me? I just wanted to see when you’d break.”

Naruto looked utterly betrayed. His mouth opened, closed— groaning loudly, covering his face. “You’re evil.”

You laughed, tipping his chin back up with a single finger. “And you love it.”

Naruto swallowed hard.

And then, before he could stop you, you pressed your lips to his, swallowing the helpless groan that spilled from him.

His mouth parted before he could think, the taste of you intoxicating while his hands gripping at your waist like he couldn’t help himself.

The sound that tore from him was unintentional—a hushed, wrecked thing, barely a whisper against your mouth.

His body reacting before his mind could catch up, unsure if he wanted to push you away or pull you in and never let go. His mouth parted instinctively, desperate, pliant, letting you take everything you wanted from him.

When you tugged at his hair, he gasped—a sharp, wrecked little sound that sent a thrill through you. You didn’t hesitate, fingers tugging slightly as you pushed him down onto the floor, straddling him.

Naruto’s hands instinctively grabbed your butt, pulling you closer.

“F-Fuck—” His voice was wrecked, already breathless, already losing it.

You leaned into his ear, letting your breath fan against his skin. “Also, i like you too.”

His entire body shuddered beneath you.

His chakra latched onto yours, sinking into you, heat pooling in every place your bodies touched.

And when your lips traced the shell of his ear, when your hips pressed just slightly against his painfully hard cock, Naruto let out a broken moan, his hips shifting beneath you instinctively, desperate for any kind of friction.

Your hips rolled against him, just a tease and his whole body tensed, thighs pressing together, his grip on you tightening.

His head tipped back, exposing the length of his throat as a helpless, needy moan spilled from his lips, his body begging without words.

Naruto was shaking beneath you, his breath ragged, uneven, pupils blown wide as his hands trembled against your waist. You felt them, those rough, calloused fingers gripping you like he was afraid to let go.

For all his stubbornness, all his fire, he was melting under you, pupils blow wide feeling his hands squeezing your butt harder.

Then, hesitantly, cautiously, his hands moved up. The moment his fingers brushed against your chest, you felt it—a hesitant, almost reverent touch, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed.

Like he thought you might stop him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let out a slow, pleased hum, pressing into his touch just enough to let him know.

His fingers tightened, palms cupping, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples through the fabric, and fuck—Naruto was a fast learner. His hands were warm, eager, your body pressing firmer into his hands. He swallowed thickly, his voice rough as he murmured,

“You feel… fuck. You feel so good.”

It was the way he said it—the raw need in his voice, the awe beneath it—that made heat coil low in your stomach.

But as nice as this was, you had something else in mind.

Before Naruto could get too comfortable, you suddenly gripped his wrists, pulling his hands away.

He made a frustrated sound, confused, but before he could protest, you moved, taking him with you as you stand up.

Naruto blinked at you, still disoriented, panting, his body flushed with heat as he sat there, his hands still twitching, aching to touch you again.

Then, you did something unexpected. For him, at least. You sank to your knees in front of him.

Naruto froze.

His entire body locked up, his breath caught in his throat, looking down at you.

“W-Wait, what—”

He started to reach for you again, but you caught his wrists again, stopping him.

“No touching.”

Naruto let out a small, broken whine, fingers twitching in your grasp. “What—why—?”

You grinned up at him, a slow, wicked thing. “Because I want you to behave.”

His breath shuddered, his entire body going rigid at the way you said it.

Watching as he shifted uncomfortably, with a blush on his face, clearly torn between his desperate need to touch you and the fact that you weren’t letting him.

He was always the fighter, always the reckless one, always pushing forward without thinking. But now? Now, you had him right where you wanted him.

“Naruto,” you murmured, tilting your head. “You like this, don’t you?”

His breath came short, shaky, his jaw clenching, his body betrayed him, giving all the answers you know.

He swallowed hard, glaring down at you with that wild, unsteady gaze, his voice strained.

“You sure—”

You leaned in, lips barely ghosting over his stomach, feeling the way his muscles tightened violently under your touch.

“Shhh.”

His hands fisting uselessly in the air, unable to do anything except sit there and take it.

Letting your nails rake lightly down his sides, the sensation just enough to make him squirm.

“You’re so tense,” you murmured, voice laced with amusement. “I thought you liked being in control, baby.”

Naruto whimpered, shaking his head, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Y-You’re cheating.”

You smirked, tilting your head. “Oh? And what are you gonna do about it?”

His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and completely wrecked. “L-Let me touch you.”

You hummed, running your lips over his stomach again, your tongue barely flicking against the heat of his skin.

Naruto jolted like you’d shocked him, breath catching on a choked gasp. 'F-Fuck—Please”

And there it was. That one magic word.

Your smile widened, and you finally let go of his wrists, letting him decide. But you saw him already submitting, his hands fisted into his own shirt, gripping it impatiently, every nerve in his body alight with anticipation.

You dragged your nails down his pants, exposing him, and as you feel the muscles twitch beneath your fingertips, the way his legs tensed, shifting restlessly. His whole body was a mess of sensitivity, his chakra curling around you like it was clinging for dear life.

His head tilting back, exposing the long line of his straining throat. You licked your lips, taking your time. His hips jerked slightly when your breath ghosted over his long, thick cock, precum leaking from his tip.

The second your tongue flicked over him, Naruto let out a broken, wrecked gasp. He was trying so damn hard to stay still, the desperation radiating off of him.

“F-fuck!”

You started slow, letting your tongue trace hot, wet circles, humming as you taste his precum and pulling away just when you felt him shudder under you.

“You’re shaking, pretty boy.” you murmured against his skin with a sweet, taunting voice. “Can’t handle it?”

Naruto let out a whimper, his breath hitching.

“N-No, —”

He cut himself off with a loud moan when you start sucking, hollowing your cheeks just enough to take him all. His fingers flew to your hair instantly, gripping slightly, making you dripping already between your thighs. But you weren’t about to let him have control.

You pulled off just enough to let your breath ghost over him, grinning when you heard the pathetic sound that left his lips, his thighs clenching around you in pure, helpless frustration.

“P-Please!”

You hummed, dragging your nails up his stomach, feeling his muscles jump under your touch.

“Please what, Naruto?”

His fingers tugging into your hair, chasing your open mouth before replying with a desperate voice.

“Please don’t stop”

“Good boy.”

The second your mouth wrapped around him again, Naruto’s head slammed back, a ragged, broken moan tearing from his lips. His entire body seized up, thighs tensing, hands fisting into the sheets like he was fighting for his life. But the fight was already lost.

Then you took him deeper.

When your throat flexed around his cock, tight and wet, swallowing him down to the base, his hips bucked—uncontrolled, desperate. A strangled gasp escaped him, somewhere between a plea and a curse, his fingers twitching like he wanted to grab your hair and fuck himself deeper but was too wrecked to even try.

And then you locked eyes with him.

Fuck.

The sight alone nearly undid him—his cock disappearing between your lips, drool glistening at the corners of your mouth, those wide, knowing eyes staring straight into his soul like you were drinking in every second of his unraveling. Heat slammed through his core, pleasure twisting sharp and brutal in his gut.

‘Shit—fuck—’ His voice was wrecked, shaking, pure desperation spilling from his lips as your tongue curled around him, sucking with slow, deliberate precision, like you wanted to ruin him.

And god, you were—pulling him deeper, taking him whole, like he was nothing but something to be used, devoured, wrecked.

Naruto’s whole body arched, back bowing off the floor, a raw, shaking gasp ripped from his lips, his fingers tugging at your hair as he lost it.

He whimpered, broken and breathless, his body shuddering violently, his thighs clamping around you as he came hard. So fucking hard.

Pleasure slammed through him in waves, crashing over him so hard his vision went white. Naruto pushed your head further, riding his orgasm with weak moves and letting you swallow all his load.

You clean him off with slow, languid licks until his body finally, finally sagged, spent and shaking, his breath coming in soft, shuddering gasps.

You look at him—how beautiful he looked. His head lolled back, his chest heaving, his entire body still trembling, his skin flushed, damp with sweat. His hands twitched uselessly, like he still couldn’t quite remember how to function.

“Damn, hero.”

Naruto groaned, covering his flustered face with his arm, still trying to catch his breath.

“Sh-Shut up.”

For a long momeng, Naruto didn’t move, he looked at you intensely, the aftermath of what you had just done still lingering in his muscles.

It was subtle at first, the way his gaze turned serious, the way his posture straightened, the tension in his shoulders unraveling into something else. That familiar, feral gleam sparking to life.

Before you could even register what was happening, Naruto moved fast. One second, you were still kneeling on the floor, feeling satisfied, smug. The next? Your back hit the mattress, breath punched from your lungs as Naruto hauled you up and tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing.

“Wha—?!”

Your protest was immediately cut off by the weight of his body pressing firmly against yours, his mouth at your ear, voice low and dangerous.

“You think you can just do that to me and get away with it?”

Your stomach flipped. Your breath hitched as his hands gripped your thighs, spreading them apart effortlessly, his body pressing you further into his bed. Squirming while trying to move, his grip tightened.

“Nuh-uh.” His voice was taunting, drenched in amusement. “You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.”

Even if your face flushed, you still shot back, “Oh, so you finally grew a backbone?”

Naruto just laughed, low and rough, his fingers teasing the hem of your clothes, playing with the fabric.

“You really don’t get it, do you?”

With zero hesitation, he ripped your shirt clean off. You gasp, your hands instinctively moving to cover yourself, but Naruto was faster.

“Nope.”

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them down above your head, eyes drinking you in like he’d been starving for this. And then, so casually it made your stomach twist, he muttered,

“Damn. You’re even better than I imagined.” Your blush deepened and his smirk widened. “You think I haven’t thought about this?”

His touch dragged rough and sure, tracing every inch of you like he owned it. Fingers trailed down your torso, skimming over your stomach, nails grazing just enough to make you shiver. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me, do you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, only to be silenced when his hands finally moved between your legs, parting them fully, thumbs digging into your inner thighs.

His breath was hot against your skin, his voice gravelly, hungry.

“I’ve wanted to have you for so long.”

Your entire body jolted the moment Naruto’s fingers curled into the waistband of your pants, dragging them down with excruciating slowness, like he wanted you to feel every second of it. His grip on your thighs was firm—possessive—spreading you open without hesitation, without asking, like he was owed this. Like he wasn’t giving you a choice.

And when his fingers slid through the slick, dripping mess he’d already made of you, a low groan rumbled from his chest, dark and satisfied. He dragged his fingertips through the heat, parting you with slow, teasing strokes before pulling back to admire the way your wetness clung to him.

“Mmm,” he murmured, biting his lip. “All this for me?”

You barely had time to suck in a breath before his head dipped lower, tongue pressing against your soaked panties, running slow and deliberate over the damp fabric. The first warm, wet stroke had you gasping, thighs jerking as the pleasure struck too fast, too sudden.

Naruto groaned against you, breath hot through the thin barrier of lace. Your panties were shoved aside, and his mouth was on you, tongue dragging through your folds, slow and filthy, before closing around your clit and sucking. Hard.

A choked moan ripped from your throat, hands flying into his hair, gripping, pulling, but Naruto didn’t let up—if anything, the firm weight of his tongue only pressed deeper, flicking over your swollen bud before closing his lips around it and sucking with obscene precision.

Your hips jerked against his mouth, body twisting under the intensity, the sheer heat of it, but Naruto only growled, tightening his grip on your thighs, forcing them apart every time you tried to clamp them shut.

“Shh,”he murmured, tongue flicking against your clit, voice mocking against your dripping cunt. “I thought you liked teasing?”

“N-Naruto—!”

The sharp whimper that tore from you when he sucked harder was embarrassing, but fuck—he wanted it. Wanted to hear every gasp, every shaky moan, wanted to feel you break on his tongue.

“Come on, baby. Give it to me.”

The command sent a shockwave through your spine. Your stomach clenched tight, the pleasure twisting sharp and hot inside you, flooding your system too fast, too intense. Your thighs trembled, body arching into his mouth as heat rushed through you, tearing a cry from your lips.

But Naruto didn’t stop.

Didn’t let you breathe, didn’t let you recover. He kept going—licking, sucking, dragging his tongue through the mess of your orgasm, coaxing every last spasm from you while his grip remained tight, keeping you spread open, keeping you at his mercy.

When you tried to twist away, panting, overstimulated, a wrecked “N-No—“ falling from your lips, Naruto only laughed.

“One more.”

You whimpered, tried to push him away, but he didn’t let you as his mouth worked you all over again. Your vision blurred, legs trembling so violently you thought they might give out completely.

“You can do it, baby. Just one more.”

“Naruto, I-I can’t” your voice cracking into broken moans.

“Shh. You wanted to tease me, right?” His breath was hot, merciless against your skin. “You can take it.” You sobbed, your body writhing beneath him as your nails dragging down his arms, he groaned when he felt how easily his fingers sank into you, how ready you were. The pressure inside you built higher, tighter, until it felt like you might break apart, cumming again, harder, messier than before.

“So good. You taste so good.”

Your voice broke, your body convulsing, and still, Naruto kept going, groaning against your skin, drinking in every last drop. By the time he finally pulled away, you were wrecked. Still twitching from the aftershocks, chest heaving with a dazed expression on your face. Naruto come back over you, licking his lips and smirking down at you.

“Damn,” he murmured, “I should’ve done this sooner.”

You were too out of it to even glare. He leaned in, voice low, teasing.

“Think you can handle one more?”

Your eyes widen before stuttering “You’re insane-“ but Naruto laughed at you with that stupid smile of him.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now, baby.”

His voice was hoarse, thick with hunger, as the swollen head of his cock dragged through your folds, teasing, slick with how ready you were for him. And then, without warning, he drove himself inside—deep, stretching you open around his thick length, forcing a choked moan from your throat.

Mouths parted in tandem, bodies tensing at the overwhelming sensation, every brutal snap of his hips sending shockwaves through you. Each thrust was sharp, relentless, burying him to the hilt, making you take all of him, over and over.

The room was filled with it—the wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you, filthy and raw, a stark contrast to the way he had you pinned, wrists locked above your head, helpless beneath the force of it.

"Shit—you’re sucking me in so fucking good," he groaned, his voice low, unsteady, almost desperate. "Like you are made for me."

Your moan broke into a sob, the stretch, the depth, the way his cock dragged against your walls just right making you shudder helplessly beneath him. And Naruto could feel it, how your walls wrapped harder around his cock, pulling him deeper, trying to keep him inside. He’d never felt anything like this. It was only you.

His hips snapped harder, faster, his fingers digging into your skin as he moan into your ear.

"You take me so fucking well." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, taunting. "You like this, huh? Like being fucked like you belong to me?"

You whimpered, your voice breaking. "Y-Yes, yes, Naruto!”

"Yeah? You need it, don’t you?" His voice was mocking, knowing, his grip tightening as he thrust deeper, dragging a filthy moan from your throat.

You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, the pleasure too much, too sharp, too deep.

"Say it." His fingers slid up your body, wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your pulse hammer against his palm. "Tell me how much you fucking need me."

Your moan broke into a sob, your body trembling beneath him, on the edge of something devastating.

"I need you so bad, baby, please—"

He groaned, his hand tightening just slightly, his cock hitting so deep your vision blurred. Your nails dug into the sheets, your voice nothing but a breathless whimper and his hand slid lower, pressing between your legs, fingers rubbing slow, teasing circles over your clit. Your whole body jerked, your breath catching on a sharp cry.

"That’s it." His voice was pure sin, his pace unrelenting. "You’re gonna cum for me again, yeah?"

Your moans turned desperate, high-pitched and pleading, your body grinding back against him, needing more, needing everything.

"Come on, baby. Let me feel it."

You could barely breathe, barely think, his words sending heat surging through you, tipping you closer, closer—

"That’s my good girl."

Your orgasm tore through you, blinding, all-consuming, your whole body convulsing, legs shaking, nails raking down the mattress.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering, sucking him in deeper, making Naruto snarl, his breath shuddering as he fought to hold on.

"F-Fuck—“

Your voice was wrecked, almost incoherent, "Naruto—please—please, I want it—want you to cum inside me—"

His pace stuttered, his whole body shuddering at your words.

"Shit—“

You turned your head, breath hot, desperate against his ear.

"I’d let you do it anytime—"

Naruto groaned, loud, broken, his grip on your hips bruising.

"Yeah? You wanna be my little cumdump, baby?"

Your voice was pleading, breathless, needy. "Yes, yes! Please!”

Naruto’s hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, a wrecked, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he came. His whole body shuddering violently, he leg a loud while his cock pulsing inside, filling you up.

His fingers curled into the sheets, his jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure slammed through him in waves, his chakra burning, surging, spilling into yours.

And then, finally—his body sagged, his forehead pressing into your shoulder, his breath still ragged, uneven.

He was still inside you, still panting, feeling how you are trembling against him, his body glowing with heat, skin damp with sweat.

He lets his forehead lean against your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck while arms wrapped around you like he had no intention of letting go.

For a while, neither of you moved.

The silence wasn’t awkward, it was comfortable, necessary.

His fingers dragged up and down your spine absentmindedly, barely-there touches that sent the occasional shiver through your body. He was still breathing heavily, still coming down, deep inside you, reluctant to pull away.

He sighed, shiftin as his lips brushed against your temple, soft, barely a whisper. Then, your cheek. Your jaw. Your throat.

Each kiss was slow, warm, unhurried, his hands roaming gently, lazily, like he was trying to memorize every inch of you. It wasn’t lustful anymore. It was something else. Something Naruto had never really put into words before, making your heart stuttered.

"I like you.” his voice was hoarse, vulnerable.

And before you could say anything, he kept going.

"I like you so fucking much." His nose brushed against your skin, his lips pressing against your shoulder "I think I have for a long time."

Your chest ached, in a way that made you want to pull him closer, hold onto him forever.

You smiled softly, running your fingers through his damp hair. "I know, dumbass."

Naruto snorted, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder. "Yeah, yeah. You always knew."

A pause.

Then his lips pressed against your collarbone, your chest, your stomach.

"I really, really like you."

You let out a breathless laugh, brushing his bangs from his face. "I got that part, baby"

Naruto just grinned, kissing lower, nipping, teasing, worshipping.

"Good. Just making sure."

Eventually, Naruto pulled away, rolling onto his back, still keeping you close with his arms lazily slung around your waist. You were comfortable, warm, tangled up together, his fingers still idly playing with your skin, tracing patterns across your hip.

Naruto blinked, staring at his hand for a second, his brows furrowing. You noticed immediately, shifting slightly.

"What?"

He opened and closed his fist and slowly, he flexed his fingers, his expression shifting.

"No way! I can feel it."

He said it so quietly, so disbelievingly, that you barely registered it.

Right as Naruto was staring at his hand in shock, his phone buzzed from the floor.

Still dazed, he reached over, glancing at the screen. A message. From Shikamaru.

"So I think I figured it out. Looks like the jutsu suppresses chakra externally, but it’s possible for it to gradually reactivate under the right… conditions."

Another buzz.

"Prolonged exposure to a strong external chakra source, repeated stimulation, or deep physical synchronization might accelerate restoration."

Naruto blinked. He read it twice and the started laughing.

You frowned, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Naruto just shook his head, still grinning, tossing the phone onto the bed after replying.

"Myeah. Just found out. Thanks anyway!”

You stared at him, unimpressed. "That’s it? Your chakra is back?”

He grinned harder, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Yup.”

"Unbelievable."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on all of your body.

Your breath evened out, limbs growing heavy, molding into his frame as if you had always belonged there. As if this had always been meant to happen. As if this his touch, his presence, the way he held you like you were something precious—had been inevitable from the start.

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SESH - S. NARA

PAIRING: stoner!shikamaru nara x f!reader

WARNINGS: smut (18+ mndi), afab!reader, friends to lovers, modern-ish au, marijuana use, reader's first time smoking weed, riding, unprotected sex, early20s!shikamaru, reader is a similar age, cursing, intoxicated sex. both parties are high while partaking in sex. so...dubcon? (pls let me know if i missed any!!!!)

SUMMARY: you decide to try smoking weed with your best friend, shikamaru.

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

A/N: i bet y'all didn't see this coming. i know i posted like a three months ago saying i was going to post a kakashi fic, which i AM working on, but i love shikamaru too much. i'm also working on an itachi fic, so let me know which one you guys would like to see first (itachi or kakashi). also if i miss any warnings let me know, because this is my first time writing something a little darker (?) like this. i tried to be as blatant as possible.

DIVIDER: @adornedwithlight (thank u <3)

MASTERLIST

“Wanna try some?” 

His voice caught you off guard. 

You hadn’t even noticed that your eyes strayed from the television screen. They stared at Shikamaru as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and brought the silver lighter toward the tip of a joint. Fire flickered for a quick moment, as he rolled the stick between his fingers, until the flame engulfed the end. As soon as the fire appeared, it was gone, with the clank of the metal.

You watched as he brought the end to his lips, wrapping around the thin paper.

His eyes fluttered shut and he sucked in a long breath, allowing the cannabis to flood his senses. You eyed him, in awe, as smoke poured out of his mouth and nostrils. The smoke swirled past your face, and dispersed across the room. The living room filled with the familiar scent of weed, mixed with the seasonal scented candle you lit before he arrived. 

“N-No.” You said, once it finally registered that he asked you a question. “I’m alright.” You added, eyes shifting back to the show that was playing on the screen. Shikamaru always offered for you to try and smoke, even though you denied him every time. 

“You sure?” He questioned, turning the joint’s towards you. Shikamaru had never pressured you. Not to drink. Not to smoke, whether that be cigarettes or cannabis. He was simply tested the waters. But from where you sat, curled up on the couch beside him, the stick was only a few inches from your own lips. For the first time, you were intrigued. You eyed it, watching the embers burn.

“I think you want to.” He chuckled, brought the joint back up to his own mouth, and puffed another drag. “I don’t know how to do it.” You admitted, playing with the hem of your skirt, feeling an embarrassed warmth creep over your cheeks. “That’s alright. I can teach you.” He offered, nudging you softly with his shoulder. “But, only if you really want to.” He added, and flicked the ash off into the tray that lived on your coffee table, specifically for him. 

“O-Okay.” You confirmed, sitting up slightly. “Hell yeah.” He smiled, turning, so most of his body faced you now. “Alright, it’s pretty simple.” Shikamaru explains, taking a quick drag.

“Obviously, you don’t put your lips on the burning side-“ You cut him off, “I’m not an idiot.” You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “No, I know you’re not, but you’d be surprised at how many times I’ve seen it happen. ” He joked. 

You cocked an eyebrow at him, and he laughed, “Choji. And Ino.” He whispered, which confirmed your hunch. You gave him a small smile as he continued to explain the process to you. It wasn’t as convoluted as you originally thought it would be, it sounded pretty simple. 

“Ready?” He asked, as you eyed the joint one more time, and nodded your head. He handed it to you carefully, and you pinched it between your index finger and thumb. As you brought it closer to your lips, you hesitated, eyes landing on Shikamaru, who gave you an encouraging smile.

Finally, the thin paper made contact with your bottom lip, followed by your top lip down so both wrapped around the filter. “Now, inhale.” Shikamaru instructed quietly, and watched the way your lips hugged the joint tightly. You sucked in a large breath, admittedly too large, “Exhale.” He says, and mimicked it with his own breath. You pulled the stick away and exhaled. 

Immediately, the smoke poured out of your mouth, throat feeling scratchy, which induced a coughing fit. You handed Shikamaru the joint, using your free hand to cover your mouth, as you wheezed. He tried to hold in his laughter, but he couldn’t help it. “You’re so mean!” You exclaimed between coughs. 

“I’m sorry.” He said between chuckles, taking a short hit from the joint. “You did good.” He praised, his free hand landed on your thigh. “How long until I feel something?” You ask, letting out one more weak cough. “For you, probably a couple minutes.” He says, eyes glanced at the time on his phone. “Let’s see how you feel in ten minutes.” He decided. 

He leaned back against the couch, and opened his arms wide, enough for you to be nestled into his side. Both of you turned your attention back to the show, and waited for the effects of the cannabis to kick in. 

If you were being honest, you doubted for a few moments that one hit from a joint would make you feel anything at all. You couldn’t have inhaled that much cannabis in one go, could you? But after ten minutes, you definitely felt something. 

Everything about your body felt a little more relaxed, and you seemed to giggle more frequently at the stupid show Shikamaru had requested to watch. “How’re you feeling?” He asked, his thumb rubbing your shoulder. You couldn’t help the smile that played on your lips when you looked up at him, which in turn made him snicker. 

“I don’t know. I feel a little different.” You shrugged, eyeing his features. His eyelids were low, and the whites of his eyes decorated with strings of red. “Can I try again?” You asked softly, and studied the second joint that rested between his fingers. “Of course.” He smiled, passing the stick off to you. Your lips enclosed around the filter again. You inhaled a sizable breath, and then allowing the smoke to escape your lungs.

“You finish that one.” He said, as he grabbed another joint off the table, and mirrored his process from earlier with the lighter. You puffed on the stick, ashing it when necessary. It only ended up having four more hits in it, before it became just a dud. But for you, that was more than enough. 

Definitely more than enough.

By the end of it, your entire body felt heavy, which included your eyelids. It felt like a fog encroached your mind. You swore you could feel your teeth and hear the heartbeat that thumped inside your chest. 

Looking over at Shikamaru, you discovered he was already looking at you. 

Had he been watching you?  

You couldn't help but smile, your lips upturned on their own accord. “How do you feel now?” He asked, his own lips lifting into a smirk. “Good. Kinda floaty.” You hummed, with a giggle. It felt like your entire body was vibrating as you spoke. “Perfect.” He confirms, and brushed some of your hair out of your face. His free hand cradled the side of your face, and you leaned into him. 

“Here. Have some more.” He said sweetly, you opened your eyes, the ones you hadn't noticed had fallen closed against his touch. The joint is pinched a few centimeters away. Your hand went up out of instinct, pushing the joint away from your face. “C’mon, sweet girl, take one more hit.”

A heat creeped up your entire body.

You shook your head, “N-No. I feel g-good.” You insisted, mouth now feeling like it was full of cotton. “Please? For me?” He implored, his eyes pleaded. Gods, you could never say no to him and he knew that.

You took the joint from him, and hesitantly brought it to your mouth. The puff you took was short, wimpy. But he seemed satisfied with the puff of smoke, so he took the stick from you, and placed it in the ashtray. 

“Now, c’mere.” He murmured it so quietly, you almost didn't hear him, and before you could react to his words or question him, his large hands wrapped around your waist, which allowed him to pull you into his lap. All you could do was yelp in response. 

His touch seared into your skin. 

The shift in movement ended with your knees on either side of his hips. As the cotton material of your panties made contact with the rough fabric of his sweatpants, you bit down on your bottom lip, to stop a strangled moan from slipping past your lips. 

You hadn’t even noticed the sticky feeling between your thighs, you felt everything else about your body so intensely. But now it was very apparent. “S-Shika, what’re you doing?” You asked softly, and tried to sit up on your knees in an attempt to climb off him. However, his large hands were quick to grip you tighter, and pulled you back down. 

“S-Shika…” You stuttered out again. He just hummed back, looking right at you, as his thumbs rubbed soft circles in the exposed skin between the waistline of your skirt and the hem of your shirt. “Just wanna make you feel even better, baby.” He cooed.

Between the nicknames and the weed, you thought your brain melted out of your ears. And neither was helping with that ache between your legs. As a response, all you could do was involuntarily clench your thighs around him. 

“Oh, you like that idea?” He asked, as you looked away in shame. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, one of his hands strayed their grip on your hip, his index finger coming to rest beneath your chin, and turned your head to force eye contact.

All you can do is nod at his question. Which didn’t seem to appease him either. Since, he roughly squished your cheeks together between his fingers, until your lips puckered, your face only centimeters away from his. 

“I need words, sweet girl.” He said, but it came out more like a demand. He momentarily softened his grip on your face, which allowed you some room to answer his earlier question, “

Y-Yes.” You admitted, attempting to turn your face away from him again, but to no avail. He chuckled. It was nothing like you had ever heard from him before. It was dark, almost menacing, a shiver ran down your spine. 

“Then you’re gonna have to relax for me.” He whispered, his mouth practically moving against your own. He uncrossed your arms from your chest, and placed them against his torso. You could feel that his muscles as they shifted under your palms, “I’m gonna kiss you now, okay?” He informed you, and you started to nod, but caught yourself, “O-Okay.”

He doesn’t need to lean in very far before your lips are connected, your eyes fluttered shut. His mouth started to work against yours smoothly.

Although, you could sense a hint of experimentation behind his gesture, like he was trying to ease both of you into this foreign experience. 

After all, this was unfamiliar territory for both of you. Over the course of your decade-long friendship, the two of you had been tentatively intimate, hands brushing, lingering hugs, falling asleep in each other's arms, but nothing this extreme. 

You’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about this moment before. 

Dreamed of it, in fact. 

His lips were chapped and dry from a mix of the smoke and cold winter months, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were positive that yours weren’t any better, and he didn’t seem to mind either.

As the kisses edged towards being more intense, your mouths and teeth began clashing together, your intoxicated mind barely able to keep up. You could feel his hands leave your wrists, gripping onto your hips once again. 

His tongue pushed past your working lips, exploring the wet cavern of your mouth, and worked harshly against your more tentative one. You gripped his t-shirt in your fist, trying to ground yourself, working against the fogginess in your head.

Your body buzzed, a tingle growing in the pit of your stomach. You were light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but you were reluctant to pull away. Reluctant, for this moment to stop, for the reality of the situation to hit you. When you did pull away, only a string of saliva kept you connected.  

Shikamaru was practically panted underneath you, a slight shade of pink dusted his cheeks. His lips coated in a mixture of both of your spits. You notice that his usual brown eyes were now almost completely engulfed in black, scleras still covered in stringy red lines. You could feel his bulge that strained against his sweatpants, and nudged your clothed cunt.

The whole sight stirred something primal within you.

He pulled you even closer to his chest, so he could attack your jawline with peppered kisses along the bone. You released the grip you had on his t-shirt, and slid them upwards towards his shoulders, resting your forearms there while your fingertips fidgeted with the hairs on the back of his neck. Your brain was so caught up in the feeling of his lips, that you almost didn't notice how his hands began to wander.

You weren’t sure at what point they left your waist, but they slowly pushed up the fabric of your skirt, and bunched the material around your hips. The white material of your panties, one’s decorated with a small bow, displayed to his prying eyes. “These are cute.” Shikamaru chaffed, going as far as to toy with the small ribbon. 

His finger trailed the thin, lacy waistband, from hip bone to hip bone. This touch was feathery-light, goosebumps coated your skin. That same finger wandered further down, until the pad of his thumb made contact with your panty-clad clit, and applied the smallest bit of pressure. 

You couldn’t help the small gasp. “Is that the spot, sweetheart?” Your brain went to mush, all you could muster is a breathless reply, “Y-Yes…” He chuckled again. His thumb pressed harder, even going as far as to rub slow, tight circles into your sensitive bud. Your eyes screwed shut, a mewl shot out of your mouth. 

Between the sound of his soft praise and the movement of his thumb, you could feel another wave of warmth pool in your panties. Your hips bucked forward, body pleaded for more of his touch, as you dragged the soaked material of your underwear across his restrained cock.

That's when his nonchalant demeanor seemed to slip slightly, as a choked out swear gurgled up from his throat. 

You repeated the motion once again, and dragged your entire lower body, slower, over the fabric of his sweats. His hand grasped at the fat of your thighs, as his head fell back against the cushion of the couch. A sense of confidence surged through your body, knowing he craved your touch just as much as you did his. 

Without a second thought, you set a consistent pace with your hips, and rutted them back and forth against his groin. You could see his pants were starting to become discolored, a darker splotch formed over his erection.

Fuck, you’re so wet.” Shikamaru huffed out, that same pink shade that decorated his face before was a deeper shade now. His hips jerked upward and plunged against your cunt. “I-I need to feel you.” His words stumbled out, jumbled together.

Everything after that happened so fast. 

The look on Shikamaru’s face was pure determination, something you didn’t see often. 

He lifted his hips, pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants, just enough for his cock to spring free with a soft thud against his lower abdomen. You can’t help but stare, as beads of precum ran down the length of his shaft. His hands quickly snaked behind your body, using your ass as he leveraged you upwards, until you hovered over him on your knees. He made sure you were stabilized there, and you used his shoulders to steady yourself. 

One of his index fingers hooked the material of your panties and pulled them to the side, and finally revealed your naked core to him. He didn’t even have the willpower to admire you for as long as he would have liked, that haziness in his own mind clouding any rationale. All he knew was that he needed to be inside you, now. 

Using his other hand, he grabbed the base of his cock, dragging the leaking head slowly between your wet folds, tracing your slit’s entire length, until he reached your clit and applied some soft pressure with his cockhead. This press alone was enough to make you clench around nothing, “Shika…” You pleaded, thighs tensed. “I know, baby.” He rasped out. He repeated his movements a few more times, collecting as much of you as he could.

Finally, he glanced down at his glistening tip, both your arousals now mixed together on the head of his cock. He lined himself up with your entrance, the anticipation grew in both of your guts. “Ready?” He asked, his eyes finally lifted up to your face. You nodded vigorously. 

This time, that was good enough for him.

His hands shook slightly as they grabbed at the plush around your hips, and he let out a breath to steady himself. He slowly guided you down the head of his cock, until just his tip was swallowed by your warmth. In sync, the two of you let out a shared wince as your cunt gripped him.

“F-Fuck, you’re—hah—so tight.” He mumbled, more to himself. You watched as his eyes slowly drifted shut as you continued down his cock. You took him in, inch by inch, going at an agonizingly slow pace, allowing you the time to adjust to his size. 

It was a nice gesture, but you wanted more. 

You decided to take the situation into your own hands, and quickly buried the rest of his length into your aching cunt, and ignored the hint of pain that came along with the stretch of your walls. The noise that exited his mouth was unlike anything you’d ever heard, animalistic almost. “Holy sh-shit.” He breathed out, the clutch he had on your body hardened, enough so that it left marks for you to admire later. 

The two of you sit there for a moment.

You, enjoying the snug feeling between your legs, and Shikamaru, relishing in the vice-tight hold your cunt had around his cock. You gave your hips an exploratory roll, in need of some more friction. His entire body tensed beneath you, and his chest stuttered as he took in a quick breath. His forehead falling against your own, eyes transfixed on where the two of you were connected. 

Be used his dense grip to encourage the slow grinding motion, he rocked you back and forth against his lap. You could feel what felt like twinges of fire spread across your entire body, and a familiar tension built up in your gut. 

That’s when you decided to get more creative.

Slowing your hips, you pushed up on your knees again until only the head of his cock was tucked inside you. Shikamaru goes to protest, probably with some sarcastic comment. However, before any words could pass his lips, you sunk down to his hilt again, until you could feel him nudge your core. Yet, before he processed your actions, you did it again.

His mouth fell slightly agape.

He’s speechless.  

His cock twitched inside you, another one of his whimpers echoed through your ears. At the same time, you can't help but let out a similar noise, as his cockhead pierced the gummy spot in your cervix. “F-Fuck.” The feeling, you were addicted, so much so that you hadn’t noticed the ache in your legs. Your pace quickened as you desperately chased the building pleasure in your gut. Your face was hot, cheeks burnt, and your heart continued to race. 

Shikamaru was so entranced by how you maneuvered, that he completely stilled, and left you to do all the work. The only gesture being how his eyes flickered between the apex of your thighs, and your strewn face. 

“Shik–hah–amaru!” You cried, gripped his shoulders, until the tips of your fingernails left indents in his skin, even through his t-shirt. That seemed to pull him out of his trance.

Shikamaru didn’t hesitate to set a brutal pace, as he gripped the back of your thighs to support your ebb and flow. He buried his face in your neck, nose nudging the column of your throat. You could feel his hot breath against your sensitive skin, the occasional grunt passing his lips. 

You felt the building of your climax as it quickly approached, especially at his frenzied hips. You could feel all your muscles, as they slowly tightened, his thighs pistoned against the backs of yours.

The feeling was intoxicating, the air was thick with sex, and your body was still warm. Your body was hit with a thrum of pleasure as his cockhead speared the bundle of nerves in your cervix. And that’s when he spoke, “Come for me, sweetheart.” 

His words acted like a trigger, as your entire body flushed with a white-hot heat, and stars filled your vision. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before. The coil in your gut seemed to snap on his command, waves of ecstasy surged your body. Your pussy pulsed against his cock, along with a new white, creamy ring of your arousal accumulated around his base. You couldn’t stop the long, choked out sob that left your mouth. 

“That’s–ngh–it, I’m close.” He whined against your throat. As your walls continued to flutter around him, you could feel him twitch once, and then again. “Come inside me, p-please.” You begged, head still clouded by the remnants of the marijuana and your fading climax. “Fuck.” He growled under his breath, as he accelerated the snapping of his hips.

The mixture of your whines and the loud plap of your damp skin were the only noises in the room.  It edged Shikamaru on, those same hips slowly lost their rhythm. “Fill me up, Shik-ah-a, please.” You babbled, the sensitivity between your legs had gone to your head, as you practically collapsed against his chest.

“A-Are you sure?” He asked, he was close, very close. “Yes!” You exclaimed. You wanted to roll your eyes at him, annoyed by how he always over-analyzed everything.

Similar to his words, yours seemed to have triggered his climax. Between uncoordinated jolts, and the hoarse cries of release, you could feel his seed flood your pussy. His chest heaved up and down, and his back arched off the couch cushions as you tried to use your weak hips to rock back and forth, and help him ride out his high.

After a few moments, and with his head tipped back against the couch, his familiar hands gripped your hips and stopped your movements all together. You practically melted further into his chest, feeling the remnants of his cum seeping between the cracks of where you were still connected.

That’s when it struck you, and you giggled a little. Shikamaru’s body tensed when he heard it. “Why the hell are you laughing?” He questioned, still partially out of breath. As you unfurled yourself from his chest, you couldn’t help but smile down at him. 

“Do you do this with everyone who gets high with you for the first time?” You interrogated. 

“Or am I just that special?”

A/N: im a wee bit rusty okay? i haven’t written or posted in over a year sooooooooooooo

[rae-writes]

pre/early relationship things + Naruto boys <3

sawft bois, cute bois, sweet bois || 0.9k

Kankuro asking you to wait for him after the war: there's some things he's gotta figure out (including getting all his feelings together) and some things he needs to do, so he asks you to wait with a sheepish smile at the gates of Konoha

Kankuro's really glad he had his face paint over his cheeks because he feels a blush spread across them when you rub your thumb over the paint and smear two purple lines over your own cheeks in acceptance

And Kankuro nearly falls out in the floor when, a few weeks later, he's back in the sand village opening a letter from Temari and a picture falls out: you're standing in front of a mirror, purple eye pencil in hand, as you very clearly mimic a thinner style of his paint markings- with a bright smile plastered over your face as you look at the camera

Kankuro decides he has to go back to the Leaf as soon as possible. He needs you to be his. Really his.

Naruto trying his hardest to keep a clean presentation in front of you at first; neat hair, no sloppy clothes, wiped off face. He's just really nervous because he really likes you and wants to..essentially detach any images you may have of him from all the village gossip (even though you don't think anything but the best of him)

So Naruto was about to have a meltdown when he bumped into you as he ran late for a team meeting: bedhair fluffed out and sticking up the wrong way, clothes askew and barley put on properly, cheeks and mouth covered in crumbs and jam from his on-the-go breakfast that was clutched half eaten in his equally messy hand

But before he could disappear on the spot and go crawl in a hole and die, Naruto found himself with a racing heart and red cheeks when you gave him a sweet little laugh and helped him out. Your fingers in his hair, brushing and smoothing out the stubborn strands, running along his chest as you straightened his undershirt and zipped his jacket, swiping at his cheeks and lips to get rid of the mess (and sticking your thumb in your mouth to clean off the jam was just the nail in the coffin)

Naruto decides right then and there that he's gonna marry you someday (and when he realizes he said that out loud, he'll practically explode in a shade of red before stammering out a loud "Believe it!" before running off to go meet his team)

Watching Kakashi attempt subtlety as he stares at your lips whenever you're talking or simply just lounging around with him. He wants to kiss you so badly but he's not ready to take off his mask just yet but the thought of kissing you is on his mind so much that he thinks he might go insane if he doesn't get to learn how it feels

It's gotten to the point where Kakashi always presses his forehead against your temple, covered nose and mouth brushing over your cheek and jaw as he plays it off as exhaustion; really, though, he's just a little embarrassed (and a bit scared) to ask you to kiss him without removing his mask

Which leaves Kakashi absolutely shell shocked and delighted all at once when, as you're seeing him off before his mission, you press your lips against his through the mask as a parting gift (leaving the scent of your flavored chapstick behind on the fabric, something that keeps his mind just as occupied as before he got a kiss, only now it's because he needs to taste that flavor- mask be damned)

Shikamaru starting to debate the way he acts with you after seeing his friends with their partners, realizing he's never really asked you how you felt about his...lazy habits when hanging out and wonders if you're actually as okay with it as you seem

It's a real drag, honestly, Shikamaru thinks- having to question something he's never had self doubt on before. He makes up his mind that he's just going to ask you straight out and get it over with. His brilliant plan goes out the window and into the trash, though, when you trudge into his house for your date night and curl up beside him, mentioning something about 'been looking forward to our weekly shared nap' (which makes his heart speed up, hindering him from even being able to fall asleep. he wasn't complaining- for once- not after seeing you so at ease with his lazy habits)

Kiba not knowing why Akamaru runs off for around thirty minutes each afternoon after training is over, but not minding too much since his fluffy companion always comes back from wherever with his tail wagging and tongue out happily. He does get curious, though, so he ends up following along one day

And Kiba about dies on the spot when he sees Akamaru bounding up to you, the civilian that he has a giant crush on (who always smiles and waves at him, no matter what, in passing). He watches his tank of a hound sprawl in your lap- almost covering your entire body- and get petted and cooed at. He stumbles over with a dumb grin and heated cheeks, making easy conversation

When he leaves with Akamaru in tow, Kiba formulates a plan to finally ask you out, hopefully using his best furry wing man to help

[writeriguess]

Will you write for shikamaru x fem reader? Maybe him not acting like he’s interested in his wife anymore but really it’s just stress but she slowly makes herself distant and stops taking care of herself when he finally notices

Clouds Between Us

The days had grown longer. Not in time, but in weight. Every hour seemed to drag behind it a thousand worries, each one clinging to Shikamaru like the scent of smoke after a fire. And you felt it—slowly, painfully, deeply.

It started small.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said one night, placing his plate on the table with a soft clink. He didn’t look up from his scrolls.

“Just leave it. I’ll eat later,” he muttered.

Later came and went. You threw the food out the next morning.

At first, you understood. He was the Hokage’s advisor—his responsibilities had doubled, maybe tripled. Konoha needed him. But so did you. And he didn’t even seem to notice you were fading into the background.

You stopped wearing your favorite perfume. He never commented on it anymore anyway. You stopped doing your hair the way he liked it, that half-up twist he once said reminded him of wind in the grass. You stopped kissing him goodnight.

Weeks passed.

You sat on the porch one evening, arms wrapped around your knees, watching the sun lower itself over the village rooftops. You heard him come home—late again. He mumbled something that sounded like “I’m back,” then his footsteps carried him to the study.

No kiss. No touch. Not even a glance.

You didn’t follow.

You started sleeping earlier. Alone. He stayed in the other room, burning his candle down to the stub. When he did climb into bed, you were already pretending to be asleep.

It hurt. Gods, it hurt.

But how do you tell someone who looks so exhausted, so buried under duty, “Hey, I think I’m disappearing and you don’t even care?”

Instead, you disappeared silently.

You stopped cooking dinner. He didn’t notice. You skipped lunch. He didn’t ask. You didn’t say good morning. He barely looked up.

Until one night—your body finally gave in.

You fainted.

It happened fast. You were standing in the hallway, maybe on your way to grab water, and the next thing you knew, you were on the floor, cheek pressed against the wood, too weak to lift yourself.

“(Y/N)?”

His voice cut through the haze. Footsteps. Then hands—his hands—gripping your arms, turning you over.

“Hey. Hey, what the hell—what happened?!”

You blinked up at him, vision blurry. “I… I’m fine.”

“The hell you are,” he snapped, panic dripping from every word. “You’re burning up.”

You didn’t argue when he picked you up. You were too tired.

He set you on the bed, covered you with blankets, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he stayed. Sat beside you. Watched you.

“I didn’t even notice,” he whispered, brushing hair from your forehead. “What the hell is wrong with me…”

You turned your head away.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you said, voice hoarse. “You always looked so… done. I didn’t want to be one more thing weighing you down.”

Silence.

Shikamaru stared at you like you were speaking a language he’d forgotten.

“You think you’re a burden?”

You didn’t answer.

He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped like he was praying.

“I thought giving you space was helping,” he said. “I thought if I just got through this rough patch, everything would go back to normal. I didn’t think—damn it, I didn’t think it was hurting you this bad.”

You let the silence speak for you.

“I haven’t been sleeping either,” he admitted, voice low. “Every time I close my eyes, it’s just missions, reports, strategy… and I kept thinking, ‘She’s fine. She’s strong. She understands.’ But that wasn’t fair, was it?”

“No,” you whispered.

He turned to face you fully, eyes glassy with regret.

“You stopped looking at me,” you said quietly. “Like I wasn’t even here anymore.”

Shikamaru closed his eyes, like your words physically struck him. “I’m so damn sorry.”

You felt his hand slide into yours.

“I didn’t mean to pull away. I just thought… if I could fix everything else first, I’d come back to you whole. But I was wrong. I should’ve come to you messy. Tired. Stressed. All of it. You’re not some checkpoint at the end. You’re the only constant I’ve ever had.”

You looked down at your intertwined hands. His thumb was stroking your knuckles now, like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“I missed you,” you murmured, voice trembling. “And I started missing myself too.”

His breath hitched. “That’s on me. And I’m not gonna let it stay like this.”

You didn’t know what to say. The hurt was still there, lingering like smoke after a long-forgotten fire.

But so was he.

He pressed his forehead to the back of your hand.

“I’ll fix it,” he whispered. “Whatever it takes.”

And maybe you believed him.

Because for the first time in weeks, he saw you. And he wasn’t looking away.

[skyahri]

Blind |Naruto Men X Uchiha!Reader| HC

Characters: Kakashi Hatake, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Naruto Uzumaki, Madara Uchiha, Hashirama Senju

Summary: How they handle their partner losing their sight due to the effects of the Mangekyo Sharingan.

Warnings: Mentions of fem, but not very relevant. Mentions of war and loss of sight.

Masterlist Ko-fi

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Kakashi Hatake

He knew the day would come when the Sharingan would take your vision, but he didn't know it'd be so soon.

There were no other eyes available to you at the moment, so eternal was not an option.

Not that'd you do it anyway. It was highly against your beliefs to partake in the Uchiha nonsense that was eye swapping.

Something that drew Kakashi towards you in the first place.

You'd been preparing for this day since you first awakened your mangekyo.

You'd memorized the layout of your apartment, practiced roaming the village in a blind fold, and learned braille.

You'd been coping well, Kakashi... not so much.

He couldn't deal with the knowledge that you'd sacrificed your vision for the sake of the village.

You'd given up everything during your years as a shinobi, and this was the icing on top of the cake.

He'd watch you every day.

Watch you drag your hands across the walls of your apartment. Watch you walk a bit too far past the stall in the market. Watched you struggle to do simple things like grocery shopping.

Over time, you'd become worse and worse at eye contact, and that ate him alive.

There were no more longing looks or sneaky glances. Even your attempts to appear as if you could see were slowly declining, and it dampened his mood every time.

He felt as if he'd failed you. If only he'd been stronger, you wouldn't have had to overuse your doujutsu.

But he stayed quiet because you seemed happy. You were alive and safe and happy, and that's all he could ask for.

Shikamaru Nara

After the war, your vision had completely vanished. There were no blurry shapes or deaf perception problems because there was simply no sight.

There was no time to prepare. You hadn't planned on having to use the mangekyo so much in battle, and the price was astronomical.

He tried to help where he could, but you were being stubborn, constantly rejecting any aid he tried to provide.

"Just let me-"

"I told you I can do it myself."

"No, you can't, just let me-"

And that's when he felt the sobs rack through your body. Tears quickly fell down your face and your hands couldn't keep up.

He sighed and forced everything out of your hands.

"I can't do anything anymore."

"That's not true."

You scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving your lips.

"I can't go grocery shopping or cut fruit or put dishes away without running into everything or breaking something or,"

"Give it time. It'll get better."

"Two weeks ago, I was a shinobi. Today, I'm just a blind girl who can barely feed herself."

Shikamaru wasn't sure what to do. Strategy was easy becausebit was all factual. Feelings, though? So many variables he didn't know where to start.

He confided in Kakashi at some point, but wasn't too pleased with the advice he got it.

"Let her figure it out. She's a smart girl."

Despite thinking it was a stupid suggestion, he listened.

Slowly, over time, you'd regained your confidence and became the capable person you had previously been.

Doesn't stop Shikamaru from uncharacteristically babying you sometimes, though.

Sasuke Uchiha

He offered you his eyes, but you declined.

You weren't fond of Uchiha tradition despite being raised by it. Taking his eyes just felt like you'd be starting the new age Uchiha clan off on the wrong foot.

So you chose blindness.

It was difficult at first, but you quickly learned to get around and help yourself with little to no issue.

You'd gone from stumbling around the kitchen to making yourself breakfast within a few months.

Living with out sight wasn't too bad, and you'd grown accustomed to it. You felt like you'd made the right decision.

Until your first son was born.

It wasn't the parenting aspect that you found difficult, it was the emotional one.

When Sasuke told you your son looked just like Itachi, you knew you'd have to see for yourself.

So, you allowed Sakura to do the transplant.

Within seconds after the bandages were off and you had time to adjust to light, your sight was fully restored.

Sasuke brought in your baby, and wouldn't you know it? He looks exactly like Itachi.

The sharingan is based on strong emotions, yeah? Maybe you can base it on love in the new Era.

Naruto Uzumaki

Unlike the others, Naruto finds the whole eye transplant thing horrendous.

"What do you mean by that, huh? You freaks just trade eyes like around? That's the worst thing I've ever heard."

Although he wasn't happy with your newfound loss of sight, he wasn't one to label anything as a downside.

A setback? Sure. Negative? Never.

Hes overall very patient about it, even if in the moment he gets a little ahead of himself.

He's always forgetting that you're blind, so he'll ask you to look at things all the time.

"Hey, what's this?"

You just shrug. He may or may not bring your hand to the object to get a feel, but he mostly just gets embarrassed and drops it.

It honestly hadn't really dawned on him until he asked you to go train with him and you'd refused.

Sure, you could overtime work yourself up to be a shinobi again, but at this point in your life, that just wasn't the dream anymore.

Madara Uchiha

He thinks you're being stupid.

This world is all about power and you're choosing to be blind?

Idiotic.

You may be his wife, but he ignores you for quite some time after you make it clear there will be no eternal in your future.

It's an easy justification for him; he doesn't mingle with the weak.

Life gets pretty lonely after he decides to completely shut you out. Yeah, he sees Hashirama and makes his round through the compound, but it's not the same.

It isn't until he sees you in the village, going about life as you had months ago, that he starts to think maybe he was too hasty.

After all, he had married you for many reasons, and a big one was how skilled you were at adapting.

That night, when he finally returns home, he decides to sleep in your marital bed, not in the guest room.

The next day, he joins you for breakfast.

He came home early from his duties for the first time in a while.

He even started speaking to you once again.

You don't say anything right away. You know how he is about changing his mind, and you aren't willing to push your luck.

Things slowly get better over the span of a few weeks, and that's when you decide it's time to question him.

"I take it you've come to terms with my decision?"

"Of course not. I still think you're a fool."

Just the answer you'd expect.

"But I have missed you dearly."

You smile at him.

Hashirama Senju

The eternal was never something either of you had considered, so when your vision eventually dulled, it was fully expected.

Times were peaceful at the moment, so he had no need to worry for your safety.

You were almost always near someone willing to lay their life down for you- himself, Tobirama (reluctantly), or Madara - so there truly was no need to stress.

He helped as much as he could while also attending to his duties as Hokage.

Unlike Naruto, he had true patience. He happily held your hand every step of the way.

It wasn't long before your life was back on track, no longer burdened by the anxiety that came with cluelessness.

While Hashirama had preferred it never come to this in the first place, he was happy that things had worked out as best as they possibly could.

[inside-lees-mind]

hey!! do u think u could write for sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, lee, neji, gaara, and/or sai with a clingy reader who gets jealous easily? love language is acts of service and quality time but she clings onto them a lot too. (feel free to change up the characters/add or omit anyone!! thank you!!)

Naruto Characters with a Clingy/Jealous S/O

Characters: Sasuke, Shikamaru, Kiba, Shino, Rock Lee, Neji, Sai, Gaara, and Kankuro

I wanna include Kankuro somewhere so don’t mind me squeezing him in frfr. Also ofc, I gotta add Shino.

Sasuke Uchiha

He’s acting cool. He’s acting real cool. Dark and mysterious.

You’re throwing that off, but if you’ve got him wrapped around your finger, he can’t seem to bring himself to shake you off.

You’re like throwing off the dark and mysterious with your energy, so he’s gonna act indifferent, maybe even irritated.

Best believe that he clings onto you right back at home. I don’t take criticism on this take.

If you get jealous easy… good luck.

Now he’s not feeding in to these other girls minds that he could somehow care to look their way, but these girls STILL stare at him with heart eyes.

Cue him just walking away from them, telling you to come on already.

He’s not entertaining their bullshit, so you two can go where they will leave you both alone :)!

Shikamaru Nara

Complains, complains, complains again.

“What a drag” “you’re so troublesome”

He’s blushing though, don’t let him lie. It’s obvious.

He secretly finds comfort in your constant clinging. And the way you like to spend time with him. And be around him constantly. You must really like him. He’s secretly flattered.

He just can’t open up so he’s never gonna tell you that.

He’s not really the type that women are just falling at his feet, so you won’t have to worry about being jealous so much.

If a girl on a mission does get a little too close though, he WILL distance himself from her. Don’t worry.

He’ll complain if you step in for him to help get the girl away, but he’ll be grateful for the help (silently, bc out loud he’s saying he can handle it himself)

Kiba Inuzuka

I don’t know why people think Kiba is some player or fuck boy. So I want to go ahead and clarify, I don’t think he would be. I think he’s actually got nervous teen boy crushing energy, no matter his age.

He’s clinging to you too. Lmfao.

Literally you two are attached at the hip, arm, shoulder, whatever. Attached.

Akamaru is always with you two though, but who doesn’t love Akamaru?!

He gets jealous too.

You two are probably unbearable bc listen, hope for everybody’s sake you aren’t as jealous as he is.

If a man looks in your direction, he will whine for the rest of the night.

That being said, he is not accusing you of entertaining or doing anything, he’s just complaining about the guys audacity to even look in your direction.

Shino Aburame

DO NOT LET THIS MAN LIE TO YOU. He gets jealous.

Like petty kinda jealous. He’s a petty mf.

So you are not alone if you get jealous.

He’s also physically clingy behind closed doors, but ONLY behind closed doors.

He asks that you not hang off him like a koala in front of everybody, but he’ll perhaps hold your hand.

He’s clingy in a less physical way. He needs you to stay close to him most of the time, just be there. So if you like quality time, this the guy for you.

Back to jealously, this is the only reason I could ever foresee him being even a little toxic. He trusts you fully, but give a little bit too much attention to somebody and he’ll convince himself he’s like not your first choice and you forgot him like everybody else did.

So he’s more jealous than you, without a doubt in my mind.

Honestly, he takes time and effort to convince to settle down and get out of his own head.

Neji Hyuga

Not a PDA person. I think he might be willing to like hold hands. Accept a kiss on the cheek or something. But really, he wouldn’t be all TOO found of being literally clinged to.

However, he does like to have you around. So if you are just the clingy type in regards to being around them all the time, he’s okay with that.

He wants to be around you too.

He’s not the jealous type himself, and he probably won’t really notice that you’re jealous.

I don’t think he’d appreciate somebody other than you being all over him though, so you don’t have to worry much. He’ll tell a person straight up, no sugarcoating, to get away from him.

If you complain about somebody’s actions later, he’ll realize you were jealous. He’ll probably ask why if he told them off anyways. After a conversation, he’ll probably just reassure you that he will continue to tell people off.

Nobody touches him but you.

Rock Lee

HES SO MFING CLINGY

PHYSICALLY AND JUST IN GENERAL.

He talks about you all the time to everybody he can. He’s constantly telling people that you’re his partner. Bragging about you.

And since you’re clingy and he’s clingy, you’re probably right there by his side as he does this.

If for some reason, he doesn’t get a chance or remember to introduce you in some flamboyant, glamorous, extra way, and somebody tries to make a pass at him, he won’t notice they’re flirting unless it’s OBVIOUS.

So cue your jealously.

He would be the type to literally push somebody away and say some shit like “I’m flattered, but I have a gorgeous, amazing partner already.”

Sai Yamanaka

(I call him Sai Yamanaka bc it creates a bigger line for the name btw, he’s not married in this case)

He does not mind you constantly clinging to him or following him around. Not in the slightest.

That is because he likes you, so he wants to be around the person he likes, after all. (Sai, yall are dating. That’s obvious, you don’t have to say it)

He probably follows you around a lot because he thinks he’s supposed to. And also, he finds that he likes to be around you.

He might do something a book told him to, get too close to another person, paying no mind to any like reason it could be wrong. He didn’t mean it that way.

And since we’ve established you’re the jealous type, you’d have to explain to Sai that he can’t just get too close to other people like that.

Gaara of the Sand

He doesn’t mind the clinging, but he doesn’t have the time for it :/

When you can cling to him or follow him around without interfering with his focus and work, he’s perfectly okay with it.

And he’ll find himself wishing that when he’s busy, he wasn’t so you could be with him.

A lot of the girls in the village have a crush on him now that he’s kazekage, so you’re bound to be pretty jealous.

But Gaara doesn’t let these girls near him. He’s polite with them, but he’s not entertaining anything at ALL.

You don’t have to worry with him. He’s as loyal as can be.

At home, he’s clinging to you too. He’s touch starved.

And he loves to spend his free time with you.

Kankuro of the Sand

Cling to him in public like a koala. He’s not complaining. He’s BRAGGING.

PLEASE.

He’s the type to tease you about it, but if you break away from him because of it he’ll complain bc WHERE ARE YOU GOINGGG?

He would purposely make you jealous. Within reason. He will not disrespect your relationship to do so. But if he knows something simple could make you jealous, like giving too much attention to a stuffed animal, he will do it on purpose

“You wish this was you, huh?”

He’d like it if you wanted to just come sit in his workshop with him while he works on puppets. He’ll talk when he’s not like SUPER focused.

[animeomegas]

Omega!Shikamaru x Alpha!Reader - The Little Octopus

Ask: Hello!! Could you write Shikamaru and their Alpha help their only pup make a nest? I think that would be so cute! Whether they go shopping together or maybe the pup gets a bit frustrated that it's not just right and something is off? Love your writing, have a good day/night!!!

Answer: Yes! Of course! This ask was super, super cute! I hope you like it!

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None.

"This is dumb," Shikadai murmured, kicking at the floor. He looked tired as tired as you felt after an hour wandering around the nesting shop. "I want to go home."

Shikamaru looked just as tired as you, rolling his eyes as he dragged the still-empty floor basket behind him. "You're the one who wanted to come. And if we leave with nothing, I'm going to have to deal with your tantrum later. We aren't leaving until you pick something, so just do it."

Shikadai's lips pulled back into a snarl as he growled at his oma. Shikamaru didn't respond to the challenge, but he pinned his pup with an unimpressed look that only made the growling louder.

"Alright, alright," you soothed, running a hand over your son's head. His growl petered out as he turned to bury his face into your stomach. "That's enough, both of you."

Your poor baby had been struggling with the sudden onset of new emotions and instincts since he had turned twelve. He was a low maintenance child by temperament, but his nesting instincts had been making him irritable and territorial. And everytime you had taken him to buy nesting supplies, he had found nothing he liked, become frustrated, demanded to go home, and then inevitably been moody at his lack of nest, lashing out in every direction, but especially Shikamaru's, who had clearly reached the end of his rope.

It would probably help if Shikamaru had a nest Shikadai could use, but he was a minimal nester who didn't keep a permanent nest and was more than happy with a pillow and blanket thrown on the couch and a borrowed item of your clothing resting on his chest. Shikadai, for all that he was so very similar to his oma, clearly had much more particular tastes that he didn't know yet how to manage.

"Shikadai, we need to get you some nesting materials, even if it's just a few bits before we leave today, okay?" He whined and you shushed him again, scratching at the base of his head where his hair met the bare skin of his neck. "Shikamaru, stop being an asshole."

Shikadai giggled at the unexpected reprimand and your mate sent you an offended look.

"I'm not being-"

"Yes, yes you are," you cut him off, unimpressed. "You're his oma, you need to help him, not make this worse."

Shikamaru opened his mouth to argue, but you interrupted him once more.

"I'm not joking, Shikamaru."

The fight drained out of him at your serious look and a lot of the tension flowed out of his body with a sigh. He passed you the handle for the basket and crouched down beside Shikadai, who removed his head from your tummy when he felt his oma poke him on the back of the head. He bristled at the touch.

"Hey!"

Shikamaru ignored him, grabbing and holding the back of his neck and using the leverage to press both of their foreheads together. Shikadai quieted at the comforting gesture from his oma.

"Sorry," Shikamaru muttered. "Nesting stuff is complicated, okay, you aren't doing anything wrong. Everything you discard as wrong brings us closer to something that's right."

"But-"

"But nothing. You'll find something Shikadai, but no more growling, we're trying to help you."

Shikamaru squeezed where his hand still rested before he let go of Shikadai, who had suspiciously wet eyes and instead picked him up to hold in his arms. Your son laid his head on his oma's shoulder immediately.

"You're overtired, which is making everything worse, so don't worry about walking, we'll hand you stuff to try, and you focus on finding what you like, okay?"

"Okay, oma... sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Potential crisis averted, you, Shikamaru, and Shikadai made your way around the store, slowly formulating a plan as you went by narrowing down your son's likes and dislikes as you went. It was certainly heavy on the dislikes, but every piece of information was welcome.

He didn't like wool. He didn't like silk. He actually recoiled at gauze-y fabrics. He wouldn't even touch any blanket that was too fluffy. And he appeared to despise anything with tassels or embroidered designs.

At least, as far as you could tell, he didn't seem to have colour preferences, which would certainly help if you ever managed to find a texture he could tolerate.

Unfortunately, Shikamaru's success at calming your pup down didn't last forever, and with every rejection, he was getting more and more frustrated.

"What about this one?" you said, handing him a small beige cushion. The cover was made of leather, something he hadn't tried yet.

He took the cushion in one hand, but you could immediately tell that it wasn't the right choice. His face fell and he dropped it back into your hands before burying his face in Shikamaru's neck.

"I hate this," he said, voice shaky. "I want to go home."

"I know you're stressed darling, but we're not going home until we've found at least one thing, that's the deal, Shikadai."

He growled and kicked out at you, but Shikamaru easily caught his leg.

"Do not kick your appa Shikadai," Shikamaru's voice was firm. He was a lax parent in pretty much every way, but you were still his obsession, and aggression towards you was not tolerated, even from his own pup. "If you do that again, I will double your chores list for a month."

Shikadai huffed, a weird petulant trilling noise escaping him before he buried his face even further into Shikamaru's shoulder.

You and Shikamaru exchanged exhausted looks over your pup's head. He had been the easiest toddler in existence and you seemed to be cashing in that karma for his pre-teen years.

You both continued walking, passing your way from cushions into cuddly toys. You stopped suddenly as your eyes landed on a little soft octopus toy. It was a warm peach colour, about the size of one of your hands, and much to your amusement, it had a little frown on it's face. You laughed softly and picked it up.

"Here Shikadai, this octopus is just as happy as you are to be here, you should be friends!"

He lifted his head up to scowl at you and then at the octopus toy in your hands.

"I'm twelve, not two."

"Aww, but he wants to be friends with you! I can tell," you teased, playfully running the octopus toy up his arm.

You expected him to push you away or provide you with some kind of damning pre-teen commentary on your teasing, but no such thing happened. Instead, the moment the toy made contact with his skin, Shikadai stiffened so abruptly that even Shikamaru startled. He stared at the toy like he'd never seen anything like it before.

You and Shikamaru exchanged an alarmed look, but before you could do anything, Shikadai snatched the octopus toy from your hand, clutched it to his chest, hid his face back in his oma's shoulder, and then dissolved into heavy, choking sobs.

Oh. Oh, your poor pup was struggling, wasn't he? Your heart melted at the sight. Shikamaru held onto your precious boy even tighter.

"Do you want the octopus, baby?" you said softly, rubbing at his back.

Shikadai nodded his head, but couldn't speak, any attempts at words drowned amongst the tears.

Shikamaru sighed in relief, "good, that's good, that's great Shikadai, good job. One thing is enough for today though, I think."

Shikadai was so grown up in so many ways, but it was moments like this that really highlighted how young he was. Letting him have a rest and some privacy was probably for the best.

"You're right, let's head home."

...

By the time you arrived at home, Shikadai was fast asleep in his oma's arms, the little octopus still clutched tightly to his chest. He hadn't let go of it for a second, even when the cashier had needed to scan it.

Shikamaru tucked him into his bed for a nap before returning downstairs to join you on the sofa. He collapsed on the cushions and then flopped sideways with a sigh, leaning his full weight on you. You shifted to accept him, sliding an arm around his shoulder.

"I thought this was supposed to get easier the older he got."

You snorted, "you wish. This was always going to happen. You don't remember being a moody teen?"

"I was not a moody teen."

"Lies!" You let out a surprised cackle, throwing your head back at the sheer audacity at making such a claim. "Lies and slander!"

"I was not!"

You laughed even harder as he glared up at you.

"Whatever you say, honey."

He huffed, clearly not willing to continue to argument as you laughed at him. You noticed the tips of his ears were pink.

The conversation fell into a lull for a few minutes as your laughter died down into nothing. Even then, the silence held as you each got lost in your own thoughts.

"You did good today," you commented idly, breaking the silence. "It was a bit of a rough start, but you redeemed it."

"Yeah..." Shikamaru said, sighing deeply. "It's been a rough few weeks at work and with him storming around the house and being a terror, I think I was starting to take my frustration out on him. I know I shouldn't do that... I won't do it again."

"You can apologise to him again after he wakes up. Besides, we only came away with a single cuddly toy, we'll be back in that nesting shop before long and you'll have a chance to do it right this time."

"Ugh, don't remind me."

"Sorry," you laughed, not sorry at all. "I take it that you also don't want me reminding you that even after we get the materials, we'll still have to help him build the damn thing then?"

There was a beat of silence as your words sank in.

"I hate you so much," he groaned, burying his face in your neck, not unlike the way Shikadai had been buried in his just twenty minutes earlier.

"No, you don't."

"No..." he whispered, pressing a kiss to the skin just below your jaw. "I don't."

[rinneganed]

MOIST. — NARA SHIKAMARU

content warning; somnophilia, sub!shikamaru, bottom!shikamaru, praise, oral sex.

dani’s drabble yap; i definitely didn’t listen to moist by janet jackson while writing this guyssss

YOU LAID TOGETHER melting in each other's skin, the heat that radiated from your body temperature blended well with one another’s. you stared up into shikamaru’s eyes, your palms on his chest; you adored him. watching how your hands would mimic his chest in the way it would rise and fall back down with every breath. as of now, you thought he was so utterly adorable, little snores echoing from within him. your fingertips drew shapes and numbers onto the cloth of his long sleeved shirt, you were knocked out of your state of adoration by a small grunt. your eyes immediately flickered up from his chest, watching as his lips twitched and out fell a soft moan. you squeezed your legs together, feeling yourself grow antsy. slowly, you reached up to his jaw, tracing your finger across and jaw and leading it up to his bottom lip. you pried his mouth open slightly, with that his gentle hums began to flow out with ease. you damned yourself, you couldn’t help it… he looked so sweet, so handsome in a way that his sleeping state presented him with such vulnerability that you began craving to have him—thinking about having him in such a vulnerable position only dug out a hunger in you that you didn’t know you had; and oh was it animalistic.

you lazily dropped your legs on each side of him, kissing the pillows of his lips, gently leading a path of pecks along his cheek and down his neck. they were so soft that you knew he wouldn’t feel them, but you knew exactly what you wanted him to wake up to and it was not a few playful kisses you had in mind. you rocked your hips, sliding your cunt against his clothed cock. there, another moan fell from his mouth as well as a slick like of drool. you were doing this was ease, rocking your hips lightly in a way where your body weight wasn’t dropped onto him. his sequence of sweet symphonies only kept the leak in your pussy going, your fingers played with the trim of his shirt, your nails scratching his hips; your thumbs rolled over his happy trail. you sucked in a breath, brushing yourself off of his waist as your hands found themselves pulling his loose pants off. luckily for you, he had shrugged his pants partially off during his slumber. there was something unique about shikamaru that turned you on like no other, along with his happy trail followed by a patch of hair. you bowed your head down, kissing his waist as your fingers wedged his pants lower. your mouth watered as his length slowly sprung out, he was still a bit soft, but that’s how you loved it; you wanted nothing more but to feel him grow inside your mouth. you stuck your tongue out, twirling it at the base and dragging it up to the tip. you moaned as you tasted the precum that oozed from within him, your mouth was an abundance of warmth and a pool of slobber. your tongue pushed against his cock, your hums vibrating against his cock as you felt him twitch inside your mouth.

“f-fuck.. baby…” it was hushed and quiet, so quiet no one else would’ve heard it. you were slow with it, taking his length in and reaching the base before sliding back up. your mouth began to squeeze against him, bobbing your head with aggression as you now intended for shikamaru to awaken from his sleep. he jerked up, his eyes darting to your face and how your lips were slightly cracked, drool emitting from the crack of your lips. he threw his head back, his hand sloppily finding your head. “i thought i was having a wet d-dream…” he fought with his words, juggling between the two feelings he currently felt; half asleep and lost in ecstasy.

he grunted, gripping a few strands of hair from your head, sucking his breath in as you pinched his skin. “shit, just like that baby; you’re doing s-so good…” his hips jerked up towards your jaw, “look so fuckin’ good taking my dick all in your mouth, such a good girl making me wake up to this…” he brushed your hair out of your face, his face hazy with heat. the sleepiness wore off his body, thrusting his hips as he began fucking your face. you gagged as his cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, tears welling up in your eyes; your fingers pounced, fingernails digging into his skin. “t-take it, be a good girl for me y-yeah?” he grunted, his hands shaking and falling to his sides, weakly attempting to thrust his length into your mouth. he gasped as he reached his high, his back hitting the sheets. “oh fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum” his lower half twitched as he groaned.

you hummed against his member, feeling the spurts of cum splotch in your mouth. you slid him out of your mouth sticking your tongue out to show him how you’d swallow his seed. this only caused him to grunt and pull you close to him. “good baby…” although he had just woken up, you had drained him and yet again, he felt his eyes twitch and feel heavy.

a giggle fell off your lips, “sleepy again, baby?” you found yourself drawing on his chest again.

“mmm.. yeah, just fifteen minutes, ‘mkay..?” he dozed off with you on his should, feeling your lips plant a kiss on his cheeks with a leg draped over his waist; you could feel his cock twitch.