#itachi traces

[anannua]

[chiwhorei]

Oooh do explain more your thoughts on big brother sasuke and big brother itachi. Both of them together gives me the tingles🥴

AAKDNEJDRJCIRBFJCB ME TOO BBY. I have so many thoughts ab the Uchiha brothers UGHHHH

Tags: incest, double incest, somno, noncon, bj, voyeurism, competitive Uchiha brudders ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა♡

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Big brudders who are so different but are both obsessed wif their little sister. Sasuke is harsh and short with you at times, but incredibly sweet when no one else is around. He’ll sneak into your room at night if he wraps up a mission early and will lick at your little pussy until the sun breaks through the curtains. You’ll wake up on the edge of an orgasm and sleep still coating your throat, “Sasuke— i-is that you?”

No one can know that he diddles his sister, least of all Itachi who is almost violently protective over you, so Sasuke throws a big palm over your mouth to shut you up.

Some nights, when Sasuke is feeling extra pent-up and Itachi is gone, he’ll rub his cock in between your pussy lips while you’re asleep and cum into the cotton fabric of your panties for you to find in the morning. Itachi has always had this claim on you as the eldest, and that drives Sasuke nuts.

So when Itachi returns home the next morning and you’ve gotten yourself sticky with another man’s cum, well, he’s going to have to mark his territory.

Sasuke can hear the wet clicking of spit, stopping in his tracks at the open door of your bedroom with horror twisted on his face. Itachi’s got his long, fat cock so far in your mouth he’s bulging in your throat. Tears are spilling over your cheeks, you don’t even notice Sasuke, but Itachi does.

“How does it feel?” Itachi’s words are clipped around a moan but still so soft and patient. He pulls out all the way to trace your lips with his pretty, flushed-red tip.

“I- it hurst, ‘Tachi,” you warble, “but I can take it.”

Sasuke’s blood boils, veins all but popping under his skin. He’s left to watch wordlessly and ignore his hard-on with clenched fists.

“I know you can, because you have to.”

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[x3luvr]

Love, Lust & Him —

Itachi x Reader

— In which the physical bond between you and Itachi only deepens the longer you're apart. —

a/n: I'm feeling nostalgic, I miss my Naruto era ;(

(Not proofread !!)

It had been so very long since the last time you laid eyes on that crimson, gem-like gaze of his. Nostalgia enveloped your insides as his charcoal locks, which were now grown out longer than you'd last remembered, framed his pale, almost sickly appearance. The man was called many names, a murderer, a threat, a prodigy. However when you stand before him now, watching his cold expression morph into a look of longing, a look of love, the constant pain of distance, many sleepless nights and wondering if he was still alive seem utterly in the past. Itachi Uchiha wasn't just any Shinobi, he was your Shinobi.

"Hi love, It's been a while." His arms wrap so perfectly around your body, almost like their sole purpose was to hold you in them.

"It's been too long Itachi." You reply in a mellow tone, taking in his warm, earthy scent that always felt like home. Most people would bolt in fear at the sight of the Uchiha, but not you, you clung onto him as though he may slip away again if you let go.

“I missed you more than I can put into words." You sighed, as he intertwined his long fingers within your hair.

"You can show me in another way you know?" A hint of tease emerged from his delicate smile. After so much time apart, all you wanted was to feel him more than just surface level, to see the most vulnerable parts of such a powerful man, a man who was seemingly soul-tied to you. Gently pushing the front strands of his hair back onto his ear, you leaned in, breath hitching slightly before meeting his soft, cushion like lips. His body leaned into yours, tracing the silhouette of your hips, with a touch so soft like he was afraid to break you.

Stepping closer towards the bed, you found yourself light headed from the way Itachi's lips grazed over your neck, trailing lower and lower before pausing just before your breasts. "Are you sure about this love?" You knew that if you wanted to stop, he would. However you couldn't help but grin at his unsuccessful attempt at hiding the neediness in his eyes.

"If not with you then who else?" You hushed beside his ear before guiding him on top of you, spreading your legs in order to wrap around his defined waist. Itachi’s breath quivered at your touch against his large, clothed bulge. As his head dropped onto the crook of your neck, you began fiddling with the helm of his shirt, capturing glimpses of his bare chest.

“I’m all yours, do with me as you please.” He almost pleaded once he was left in nothing but his boxers, and you in a pair of underwear. In response, you laced his fingers and placed them on your plush breasts, allowing him to firmly grope you. A moan slipped past your lips as he trailed sloppy kisses down your abdomen. Pealing off the last piece of clothing from your body, two of Itachi’s icy fingers inserted into your already dripping cunt. They were long, and stretched you out as he pumped your walls, observing your features when he curled them or fastened the pace.

The back of your hand strived to cover up the unholy noises which you failed to contain, when all of a sudden the sensation of the Uchiha’s tongue pulsating through your sex hazed you much, much further. “Itachi.. if you continue like this I’ll..” Your words slurred, and as if without conscious thought, your hands passed though your legs and into the dark locks of your beloved. His mouth trailed like clockwork when you felt the rush of blissful climax engulf your body.

Itachi watched as your chest rose and fell with the heavy panting that turned him on more than he’d like to admit. Once you’d reached your senses, the intense yearning for more pulsated through you. Taking the initiative, you crawled onto his lap, straddling him with your bare sex before you felt the sheer size of his cock poking beneath you. Rubbing your cunt back and forth, the soft grunts emerging for Itachi’s flushed face gave you the courage to pull down his boxers. “Are you sure it’ll fit?” You hesitated.

“We’ll make it work love.” Itachi smiled ever so sweetly, before placing you on your back and aligning himself at your entrance. As he pushed in, you gasped at how your walls filled to the brim with his length. “You’re doing so well sweetheart,” he connected his lips against yours, taking in each whimper from the kiss. Once he pulled away with beads of sweat dripping down his body, the sight of his bulge poking at your stomach left you astounded.

The shinobi groaned in pleasure as his hips developed rhythm, pulling in and out with each thrust. Your arms reached for his back, nails digging into his flesh whenever you felt him go in particularly deep. This was the sight you craved for more than anything. To feel Itachi all around you, to have every inch touched by him and him only. His lashes fluttered in your direction, revealing an expression that was filled with so much emotion, yet so little comprehension. His base slammed into you repeatedly until you let out moans of utter satisfaction.

Itachi’s pace faltered once he reached his peak, his eyelids lowered and his groans turn into jagged breaths. The Uchiha’s bare frame laid on top of yours, allowing you to enjoy the comfortable silence whilst you spent time entangled within one another for perhaps the last time. On the inside, you began appreciating how smooth his skin was, the number moles plastered across his face, and even the dusty pink shade of his lips.

For a moment, the still atmosphere was broken when Itachi cupped the side of your face, reaching for your lips once more as he spoke up in a tone laced with nothing but affection and heartache. “Thank you.. for loving me.”

[heich0e]

he’s not paying attention because he wants to.

itachi respects shisui enough that, if it were up to him, he’d have no knowledge of what had just transpired in the shadows of the courtyard outside of their office. he’d be better off not knowing. they both would.

and you would too. 

but itachi has a perfect view into that shadowy corner where you and shisui had been sequestered—too intentionally concealed and too near to one another to be doing anything polite—from his desk up on the fifth floor. probably the only one in the building with that kind of vantage point. and he’s too observant to have not noticed the movement from the corner of his eye while he was working on finishing up his case report.

shisui probably didn’t expect anyone to notice them. didn’t think anyone was still in this building this late too possibly spot it.

but he’s not that surprised when he walks into he and itachi’s shared office and sees him there either.

“itachi-kun,” he greets his partner warmly, no trace of guilt or deception in his familiar tone. “you still working on that?”

itachi doesn’t look up from the documents in his hands, but nods. he hears shisui drape his uniform jacket over the back of his desk chair across the room before lowering himself into it with a tired groan.

“good work today,” shisui speaks again as itachi’s pen scribbes a note onto the corner of a report form. “you ought to head home soon. you’ve been here almost 15 hours.”

“i only have a bit more to finish,” itachi replies. he wants to get this report done so that when he’s due back at the station in a mere 7 hours he can get started on the rest of the mountain of paperwork he has waiting for him. it seems never ending.

“you should take a break once and a while, it would do you good.”

itachi pauses, his pen mid stroke in the middle of a word.

he looks up.

“shisui-san,” itachi says, and his senior meets his eyes from across the room. “we’re not supposed to get romantically involved with victims.”

he’s not sure how he expects the older man to respond, but the easy grin he shoots him from across the room is surely not the reaction he anticipated.

“figures,” shisui says with a light laugh, “the minute i saw your desk light was on i knew you spotted us.”

“you weren’t being particularly covert.”

that’s not necessarily true—itachi is probably the only one who did, or could, notice.

“relax,” shisui says with a carefree wave of his hand. “she’s hardly a victim anyway. she just happened to witness the robbery.” 

“she works at the establishment that was robbed.”

“establishment?” there’s a bit of mirth in the elders tone. “you can call it a host club, itachi-kun. it’s not a bad word.”

it doesn’t feel like a particularly civilized word either, considering the kind of business conducted there.

“she asks about you, you know,” shisui goes on to say, and that startles itachi. the older man must recognize the surprise in his face because he conceals a laugh under his fist. “you must have made quite an impression on her that night.”

itachi had been the one to interview you at the scene of the crime. had wrapped a jacket around your shoulders because the night air was cold and all you wore was a slinky black outfit that provided too much exposure to your skin. he remembers how you trembled a little, clutching at the sides of the coat as you held it around your frame. remembers how the streetlights caught in the shine of your glossy lips as you recounted what you’d witnessed in the club that evening, all while he took detailed notes down in his notepad. 

he doesn’t know how long shisui has been seeing you. or what seeing you even entails—whether business, or pleasure, or in your case something between the two. itachi’s mind wanders for a moment.

shisui laughs again from the other side of the room, and there’s something frustratingly knowing in the sound.

“then again, considering you recognized her from half a kilometre away, even in the dark, i guess you aren’t the only one who must have made an impression that night.”

[hinakazino]

The Uchiha Princess || Uchiha Family/Child!Reader

Summary: The third born child of the head of the Uchiha Clan, younger sister of Sasuke and Itachi Uchiha. You're the known princess of the Uchiha Clan! (That everyone may or may not have a protective side of.)

Warnings: None! Just Fluff!

mikoto

It was no secret really, Mikoto had really been hoping for a girl! So she was really happy to have you, her little princess.

Literally loves you, gives you the best of care.

Enjoys dressing you up or doing your hair (you look so cute and small in all those mini garments!!)

Honestly worried for awhile how you'd get along with your brothers or the clan, as it was mostly men.

Worries were quickly blown away though, who would dare hurt you?

fugaku

Super nervous dad, he was used to the two boys, yes. But a girl? He was already worrying himself over how things would work.

Secretly you’re his favorite, literally held you so softly like you were the most precious baby ever.

You were his precious girl, and he admits he may have spoiled you a bit more than he should've.

Doesn’t like the idea of boys, nope he isn’t agreeing to ANY arranged marriages!!

He also doesn't like admitting it, although he hopes you become a great strong kunoichi. The idea of sending you, of all people into the battle field frightens even him.

obito

The funny cousin, always comes over with treats just for you.

He just can’t stop poking at your chubby cheeks and practically squealed when he saw your stubby legs as you ran up to him.

Always makes sure to scoop you up and tell you plenty of his awful jokes. You love it anyway though! He loves hearing your giggle.

Enjoys closing his eyes as you trace over his scars in awe.

Heart throbs as you pecked his scarred cheek asking him whether he was okay and that you’d make the pain go away.

Literally the sweetest cousin ever, knows exactly what you like and spoils you whenever he is back from a mission.

shisui

The cousin you tell all your secrets to. (Who may or may not be secretly reporting to Itachi about it.)

Loves carrying you on his back, gives him sweet flashbacks of mini Itachi.

Is super dramatic with you, you both are like each others twins. He loves it whenever Sasuke and Itachi walk in completely bewildered at the play you guys have been acting.

You two are also pranksters, who have lots of fun pulling stuff on Sasuke, Itachi, and occasionally best of all, Obito.

Second most at poking at your cheek besides Obito too, vowed to protected you from evil at all costs.

itachi

Your big brother, who greatly inspires and motivates you. He is such a sweetheart!

He honestly has the same fear as his father because his life as a ninja hasn't been a walk in a rosy garden.

Can't describe it, he just loves you. Every time he is with you, he feels at peace.

Has been there for all of your tantrums, he is basically your comfort.

Knows best out of everyone how to take care of you. You're injured? Distract you with food, something you like, etc, to get rid of the pain as he treats you.

Sobbing cause you can't have something? He'll get it for you-- wait no his parents said no so he'll tell you maybe next time to make you forget.

sasuke

Was the most nervous out of everyone.

But greatly adores you because you look up to him, he feels noticed and appreciated whenever he is around you.

You love Sasuke because he understands you the most as you're both similar in age.

Playtime is always fun, and mainly with him. He always tries to bring new games, not just to entertain you both but also to keep you active. He shows his care in different ways!

When he got older he still made time for you, there was always a reserved soft spot for his little sister.

madara

You're his favorite Uchiha kid, and he isn't afraid to admit it.

He lets you play with his hair, he surprisingly didn't mind it. Honestly he loves your awe with it.

You spent a chunk of your time with him anyways since most of your other family members were busy so it wasn't before long you both developed a strong bond.

Out of everyone he deeply hopes you never experience war in your lifetime. He knows from personal experience, and it warms his heart that you're so innocent.

He teaches you a lot of things, madara knows a lot! From weapons and combat, all the way to gardening and game tactics. He's got to spend a lot of time having fun being the retired Uchiha.

© 2023 by Hinakazino, do not translate/edit/claim or use my work in any form.

[mixelation]

wait here's something weird and kind of niche i wrote a while ago

sakura's POV, meant to be a build up to itasaku but barely contains a hint of itachi

From Sakura’s point of view, it goes like this. 

She takes a call from the Office of Public Health, which is located in the Fire Country capital and is a civilian institution. They theoretically have no power over anything Konoha does, but occasionally Sakura has to field angry calls about Konoha shinobi spreading diseases long distance, or putting things in public wells, or that one time some idiot chunin squad caused a landside that wiped out a major delivery of medicines to a rural province. 

“Konoha Hospital, Haruno speaking,” Sakura says, plastering a fake smile across her face even alone in her office. 

“Ah, yes, is this the…” The voice on the other end pauses, and Sakura hears the shuffling of papers. “Lead Medical Jounin?”

The woman says this like she can’t believe it’s a real title. But as of two months ago, it’s Sakura official, very important, and extremely high ranking title. It’s come with more annoying phone calls than she anticipated. 

“That’s me,” Sakura tells her. “To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?”

The woman on the other side is head of Fire Country’s tuberculosis response team. She’s calling because of several very worrisome cases of TB across the Western provinces. 

“Multi-drug resistance is common in Water Country,” Sakura replies airily. She would rather people not be getting MDR-TB in general, but also, this is not her job unless this lady is about to tell her they tracked it to Konoha shinobi. 

Just to be sure, Sakura continues, “As you should know, Konoha includes an annual TB screen for all active shinobi, and a full course of antibiotics for any infected shinobi. Is this, perhaps, a courtesy call that we should be on the lookout for resistant strains?”

“It’s not coming from Water Country,” the woman tells her hotly. “We don’t know where it’s coming from. Contact-tracing hasn’t worked. These towns aren’t even on normal trade routes.”

Sakura’s cheeks are starting to hurt as her fake smile broadens. “Ah, well, if you require Konoha’s assistance, the more appropriate office is Mission Requests–”

“No traceable contacts paired with no obvious source,” the woman interrupts, “is almost always shinobi, Haruno-san.”

Sakura purses her lips, smile failing her. She just said they made sure anyone catching TB on the job was screened for and treated. She knows years ago that Tsunade had to handle some fiasco where a select few Konoha-nin were spreading an STI all over the place, but this situation is different. 

“What exactly do you want?” Sakura asks, voice hardening. 

“We’re auditing you,” the woman says. “I have an order signed by the Daimyo.”

Fuck, Sakura thinks. 

Sakura attempts to dump the audit on Tsunade. Tsunade laughs in her face. Sakura does manage to get approval for funding more overtime for medical ninja and staff to deal with it; Tsunade rarely argues against dumping money into the hospital or Medical Corps. 

Several thousand TB tests later, and many hours of Sakura organizing and photocopying records to prove they really were screening everyone, and she is royally pissed. Also, tired and probably malnourished from resorting to cup ramen for dinner too many nights. The audit is time consuming, and it doesn’t excuse her dealing with numerous other crises the hospital has just by virtue of being a hospital, on top of all her usual duties. 

Ms. TB Response Team deigns to make the trip down to Konoha to go through their audit. She looks exactly how Sakura imagined her on the phone: chin-length graying hair gelled into place, thick-rimmed glasses, a lab coat over a blouse and pencil skirt. It takes her and two other team members three days to go through the documents Sakura offers, and then another day to tour the labs to make sure they’re adequate. 

Ms. TB Response Team seems disappointed when they find nothing. Sakura doesn’t not want to harm a civilian woman just for doing her job, as annoying as it is. But she does sort of want to throw her desk through a window and yell I TOLD YOU SO. 

“This is good news,” Ms. TB Response Team says eventually, seated across from Sakura’s desk, “although inconvenient.”

Inconvenient? Sakura wonders, struggling to keep her smile in place. Yes, from the capital’s perspective, it would be a really convenient explanation if it were just Konoha ninja spreading TB around. They’d have their source and then also the ability to demand Konoha do something about it. 

But also: Tsunade’s Konoha doesn’t do this shit. Not with something as easily detectable as TB. 

“I’m glad we could assist in your investigation,” Sakura replies, surprising herself at how smooth her voice sounds. “Will that be all?”

“Mm, no,” Ms. TB Response Team responds, pushing up her glasses on her nose. “Perhaps the parameters of the audit were unclear. We’d also like to see your records on missing-nin movement.”

Shit, Sakura thinks. 

This one she really does get to dump on Tsunade. She’s positive of it as she opens the office door and gestures Ms. TB Response Team inside. 

Usually a small group like a disease response team wouldn’t be able to convince Konoha to share highly classified information like this. Another Kage probably wouldn’t let them at it, end of story. But Tsunde is a doctor first and Hokage second. She looks at the reports on MDR-TB, leans back in her chair, groans, and mashes the palms of her hands into her eyes. 

Multi-drug resistance means the bacteria do not respond to two or more of the available anti-TB drugs. This makes them difficult to treat, and untreated TB has a high mortality. They can’t let this spread. 

“Fine,” Tsunade eventually says. Ms. TB Response Team perks up. “No, I’m not letting you at our records. But I’ll let you have Sakura.”

Sakura immediately tenses, and the floorboard cracks underneath her as she shifts her position.

“Shishou,” she starts. 

“Sakura can go through the documentation and report back relevant findings,” Tsunade continues. “I assure you she’s highly competent.”

“Shishou,” Sakura repeats. “I have other important duties. Surely another shinobi is more suited to–”

She just got this position, and four out of the six months she’s been doing it have been this stupid audit. She doesn’t even have her feet under herself properly.

Tsunade eyes her levelly. “Learn to delegate,” she says. 

Several more floorboards crack when Sakura stomps out of her office ten minutes later.

[vulpisnocturna]

hello <3 i hope you’re doing well! could i please request prompt 7 and 14 for Itachi? thank you in advance hehe

It would be my pleasure ;)

7: Power Imbalance

14: Rough Sex

Masterlist

Kinktober Day 2: Power Imbalance with Itachi

Warnings: power imbalance, praise, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, no massacre au

You let out a slight huff as you listened to your Captain drone on about mission duties. You found him to be patronising. He wasn’t mean, he was quite polite, actually, but his tone reminded you of a teacher scolding a petulant child. You were no child, and though he might have been a more experienced ANBU and your Captain, you were still Lieutenant, and you weren’t weak by any means.

‘Are you listening to me?’ he quipped, smooth, deep voice slightly irked, as if he thought you immature.

‘Yes. You said follow orders. Got it’ you said, crossing your arms and staring at him. The room of the inn you were staying in for the night was cold, and your uniform did not provide much coverage.

‘I said that five minutes ago’ he lifted a dark eyebrow, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he was tired of you. 

‘Did the topic of your monologue change since then?’ you snapped, disliking his attitude. For someone so impassive, his irritation was sure seeping through the cracks of his calm façade.

‘I detect some hostility, paired with clear insubordination’ he said. 

‘Not to be rude, Captain, but it’s hard to respect you when you speak to me in such a patronising tone’ you said, aware that even though you had prefaced your sentence with that disclaimer, your tone would be considered rude. But you trusted your captain to be able to have a conversation around the weight of the argument and not rules.

‘It’s hard for you to follow my orders is what I am gathering from your tone- which is, once again, impudent’ he said, tapping his fingers on his toned bicep. You let out a sigh, rubbing your tired eyes.

‘I’m being honest here. If you want the teamwork, you gotta work for it’ you said, sure that by being more forward with your complaints you could make some steps in the right direction. Itachi was a reasonable guy, a patient one, even though you knew well not to push him too far. 

‘I see. I cannot have a subordinate who clearly revels in defying me. It could prove utterly dangerous in a mission’ he said, looking down at you. Your brow furrowed, and you swallowed, shaking your head.

‘You can’t fire me’

‘I am not going to fire you. I am going to teach you how to follow orders. Despite your… shortcomings, you are a capable kunoichi, and I cannot replace you. Therefore, you are going to have to learn’ he said, his face unreadable. Your lips parted, and you took a step towards him, overtaken by annoyance at him saying you had shortcomings but also butterflies in your stomach at the words that had followed his backhanded compliment.

‘What do you mean sh-‘ you started to say, but was interrupted when Itachi closed the distance between you and placed his hands on your waist, his head dipping to kiss your neck. You let out a soft gasp, your heart hammering in your chest as Itachi’s- your Captain’s lips pressed against your pulse point, tracing your artery to the junction of your shoulder and neck, where you could not contain a small whimper.

‘Captain, what-’ you breathed, your mouth dry as Itachi continued kissing, making you feel hot all over.

‘Do you trust your Captain? Or are you incapable of that too?’ he murmured against your ear, nipping at your lobe, ‘you need be taught a lesson on rules. I believe enjoyable lessons often lead to better results, considering my monologues do not seem to work on you’ 

You could not believe your ears. Itachi wanted his lesson to be delivered through fucking? Not that you would stop him, Gods, he was the most attractive man you had ever met, but how was this going to teach you how to follow mission rules?

‘I- trust you. But how is this going to help you?’ you whispered, your face growing hot as Itachi’s hand slid to your ass, cupping and squeezing.

‘That’s all I need to know. No more questions’ he said again, voice low and seductive, just before he turned you, wrapping his arms around you, sucking on your neck.

You let out a soft moan, pressing your ass against him, to which he chuckled.

‘The first thing you need to learn’ he drawled, one hand lifting to knead your breasts, ‘is patience. Until I say it’s time, you wait. Understood?’ 

You weren’t sure you were following him, but you nodded a little, and Itachi hummed in a satisfied tone, helping you take off your undershirt. He must have taken off his too, because your next contact with him was skin to skin. The pad of his fingers grazed your nipple, and you shivered, now rutting against the bulge in his trousers.

‘Stay still. Patience, pretty girl’ he said, pinching your nipple harshly when you didn’t listen to him and rolled your hips against him again. You whimpered, squirming, to which his teeth sank on your shoulder, making you moan loudly.

‘The more you disobey, the rougher I will get. And if you continue, I won’t let you cum’ he said, and you gritted your teeth, the pressure in your lower stomach growing along with your impatience.

Itachi was slow but deliberate as he rolled your nipples between his fingers, completely ignoring your lower body to the point where you thought you might implode soon. You tried to pull his hand lower, but he clucked his tongue, one hand squeezing your throat, long, willowy fingers pressing on the sides.

‘What did I just say? Lesson two: you ask me for permission. You do not act by yourself without my knowledge’ he said, and you closed your eyes, biting down on your bottom lip.

‘Can you touch me, Captain?’ you tried, hating the way you had to ask him to do it. And yet, at the same time, it was turning you on. The power he had, the control he had stripped from you in a matter of seconds…

‘Good girl’ he crooned, and you swore a small moan left your lips at his words. He yanked down your trousers, cupping you between your legs, applying some pressure.

‘See? It seems you enjoy obedience after all’ he said, dragging his fingers over your clothed cunt. Your hips twitched, and your face flushed at the humiliating comment. He slid his hand under your panties, two fingers easily pushing inside you. He curled them, and you stopped breathing for a second, a lewd moan pouring out of your lips as he found the perfect spot. 

‘Ahh- Captain…’ you breathed, one arm lifting to anchor yourself to his nape.

You started moving your hips into his hand, and his fingers curled on your hip, keeping you still.

‘I did say stay still, darling’ he said, pumping his fingers in and out, the palm of his hand rubbing against your sensitive clit, making you whine for him. 

‘Keep going- I’m close’ you keened, a distressed groan tearing through you as he stopped, slipping his fingers out of you.

‘Lesson three: what I say goes. You don’t call the shots’ he said, pushing you on the futon, taking off your trousers and soaked panties, taking off the remainder of his clothes and climbing on top of you.

He wasted no time, thrusting inside you, tearing a whine from you and a soft groan from him. 

‘Fuck- so tight’ he murmured, gripping your thigh, bottoming out and thrusting back in. 

‘Captain- fuck…’ you let out, your nails embedded in the pale skin of his upper back. He latched onto your neck again, sucking harshly.

‘Now, it will be rough, as a consequence for your behaviour in this mission’ he said, starting at a relatively slow pace, but his thrusts were deep, pressing against your g-spot and making you see stars and squeeze around him. You nodded, your eyes dazed as Itachi lifted one of your legs and quickened the pace, making it hard and fast, until tears were prickling at the corners of your eyes and your cunt was pulsing around him, a devastating orgasm washing you.

But he did not relent. He lifted your other leg, slamming his hips against you, letting out soft moans and grunts, the tip of his cock grazing your cervix, making you unable to speak or think, even when he released one of your legs in order to wrap his fingers around your throat once again. You could feel him everywhere, dragging along your walls, stretching you out, the slight upward tilt of his cock deliciously pressing against your g-spot in a way that made you lose your damn mind.

‘Ahh- I-tachi… Captain…’ you moaned, clawing at the blanket until your knuckles whitened and ached.

‘Lesson four: learn politeness. Now ask nicely’ he said relentlessly, the shadow of a smirk on his face, his eyes now red with his sharingan. You stared at him, entranced, your own eyes bleary and expression dazed from just how good it felt. 

And yet, you didn’t want to have to beg for it. Didn’t want to stoop that low, even if he was your Captain, even if he felt so good-

He slipped out of you, turning you on your stomach, lifting your hips up and spreading your thighs with his knee, sinking back into you, his hand fisting your hair and pulling as he smacked your ass hard. You whined, biting down on your lip.

‘Ask nicely, and I will let you cum’ he said, fingers digging in your hip as he continued to fuck you, though he was avoiding your g-spot on purpose, and in this position, his cock reached even deeper, felt even bigger.

‘Fuck- please, Captain’ you moaned, and he clucked his tongue, seemingly displeased.

‘Please what? Words, darling. If you can manage them’ he taunted, and you cursed, tears staining your feverish cheeks.

‘Please, let me cum, Captain. Want it- so bad’ you cried out, and immediately, he rewarded you with his fingers on your clit, deft and skilled, and you felt the band in your stomach tighten and snap, releasing. Your cunt clamped around his cock, throbbing with your orgasm, and you heard him moan softly, fingers pulling on your hair even harder -not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you whine filthily for him.

‘That’s a good girl’ he huffed out, his own voice sounding breathy, as though he was close, ‘where can I-’

‘Cum inside me- please… on the pill- inside me’ you stammered, still coming down from your high, and he lifted you up, wrapping strong arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he let out a soft moan and spent himself inside you, pushing a few times before he stilled. 

He held you up, and you were grateful for it, unsure if you would have been able to stay upright if it weren’t for his arms.

He slipped out of you, helping you to lie back down as he leaned on his elbow, catching his breath. A minute later, he was already up, putting on a pair of trousers and disappearing in the bathroom. When he came back, he had a damp towel, which he used on your inner thighs, even after you told him you could clean yourself up.

‘Did you learn your lesson?’ he asked after you were both back in your clothes and lying down on the futon, and you turned to him in the dim light of the room, sucking in your lips to keep from grinning.

‘I’m not sure. Might need some revising’

[oh-no-its-bird]

Tora gets hit w the time travel beam *gestures vaguely towards the "team ro time travel to warring states era but make it Tora AU team ro" post*

And gets mistaken for a bastard senju kid and missing brother of Tobirama bc of the resemblance. But also using the same logic I used w Itachi of the "the only people allowed to draw the connection are people who personally knew Tobirama when he was Tora's age (which, if sticking to the original team ro prompt, would be like 12) so only like. The founders + Touka get to make that conclusion

Him 🤝 Tenzo -> getting mistaken for a Senju and getting lots of hugs from Hashirama that make them Feel Things (TM)

People are telling Tora he's probably a bastard kid and he's making deliberate eye contact w that one time he tried to break into the senju compound and was kicked out bc the gates keyed into senju blood specifically. He's pretty sure he's not a senju guys. Trust him. Really.

Mmmm ok but actually taking it seriously, how would Tora affect the team ro dynamics in that specific adventure? In my original post I went really in depth on what each character thinks of their situation + the founders, so would that change at all?

On top of that, since it's a few month before the Uchiha coup, it's also peak Itachi-Tora-Shisui chaos hours as they plot to stop it

I think it's mostly the same, tho maybe Tora's general affect on Itachi means he isn't quite so much in the "Hey what if we just kill Madara. What then." boat

But also I can see the opposite, with maybe Itachi instead getting Tora on the "Hey what if we kill Madara in his sleep" boat

Shisui can sense the "Tora and Itachi are doing something alarming" button being slammed in the room over and investigates

Oh my god worst possible outcome: they get Shisui on board too. I can see it tbh, they were looking for ways to avoid the coup and the possible village retaliation and like hey !!! Opportunity they sure as fuck won't be getting anywhere else!!!

Plus like, play into the "Itachi rarley offers his own opinion bc he trusts Tora and Shisui to be in charge, but when he does offer it he's listened to"

Well he sure did offer his opinion!! And he sure is being listened to!!!

They actually all just feed into eachothers stress and decide that yes. To avoid the Uchiha coup and or possible village retaliation (they dont know the massacre is on the board yet but suspect smthn similarly bad), this is the best choice to make.

It turns into Kakashi having to talk them all down (whether he does so in time or not is debatable)

They get stopped, obviously, (tho actually commiting to killing off Madara like that would be very funny) and Madara assumes it was Tora's idea bc hes a clear leading figure in the trio and the other two are Uchiha. Tora is willing to take the fall for his friend, but Itachi is not

Itachi has a whole breakdown and bursts into awful messy tears for the first time since his father took him out to a battlefield as a child.

It's a whole thing and everyone is horrified (Tora and Shisui especially but even Madara + whoever else was there are cringing awkwardly at the sight of a previously blank faced little kid just. Loosing it.)

Itachi confesses to it being his idea and, at this point we're past the time travel reveal, explains he just needs to make sure Madara doesn't freak the fuck out and inevitable fuck over the entire Uchiha clan w a shitty reputation that haunts him for years to come

Madara is horrified what the fuck

Also INCREDIBLY demoralized ab the village now, what do you MEAN he fucking left it what do you MEAN originally Izuna died (they were keeping them in the dark ab everything future-wise other than just the fact that the village existed but this kind of forced the lid off that pot)

Also note: Kakashi !! Was !! Not !! Aware of this !!! Holy shit kids !!!!!!

They end up having a whole Thing(tm) about how look even if Madara one of the causes of their shit reputation,,, it can't all be traced back to and blamed on one man. That's not how politics work you guys.

(Queue shocked Pikachu faces and disbelief of three teenagers)

Kakashi, having his own special front row seats to the Konoha politics and rumor mill + yondaime's student + experience with facing the worst of it bc of his dad, giving them some sort of speech about scapegoats and politics and the soul crushing realities of systematic oppression and blame

It's a learning experience.

[trueebeauty]

╰﹕reactions to you touching their cheeks.

Naruto

Naruto’s face lights up whenever you touch his cheeks. His eyes widen with delight, and a soft blush spreads across his face.

Cradling his face gently, you feel the warmth of his cheeks under your palms. He giggles, blue eyes sparkling with joy. “That tickles!” he says, leaning into your touch with a soft, contented sigh. You can’t help but pinch his whisker-like marks lightly. “Your cheeks are so soft,” you murmur. He grins widely, the blush deepening. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice filled with affection.

Sasuke

Sasuke’s tough exterior melts away under your touch, especially during quiet moments late at night when it’s just the two of you.

Your fingers trace the smooth contours of his cheeks. Sasuke closes his eyes, leaning into your hand with a sigh. “You need to relax more often,” you tease, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. He opens his eyes, a rare softness in his gaze. “Maybe I will, if you keep touching me like this,” he replies, his lips curving into a faint smile.

Shikamaru

Shikamaru’s laid-back nature makes him the perfect partner for quiet, intimate moments. He melts under your touch, savoring the simple pleasure of it.

Your fingers trace the contours of his face gently. He sighs deeply, eyes closing as he leans into your hand. “Your touch is so relaxing,” he murmurs, his voice lazy and content. You smile, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “You’re so easy to please,” you tease. He opens one eye, a lazy smile spreading across his lips. “Only when it’s you,” he replies softly. You laugh, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Itachi

Itachi’s straightforward nature means he’s never shy about seeking your touch. He treasures these moments of intimacy, especially when you cradle his face gently.

Your thumbs brush over his high cheekbones, and his dark eyes soften, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Your touch is soothing,” he whispers, his voice filled with quiet contentment. You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love touching you,” you reply. He closes his eyes, a serene expression spreading across his face. “I love you too,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible.

Kakashi

Kakashi’s composed demeanor fades away when you gently touch his cheeks. It’s a rare, tender moment, especially when his face is fully exposed.

Your fingers trace the line of his jaw as you softly cup his face. His visible eye crinkles into a smile, and he leans into your hand. “You really enjoy touching my face, don’t you?” he teases. You nod, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones. “You’re so handsome,” you reply. He chuckles softly. “Maybe I should keep the mask off more often then,” he suggests. You grin and lean in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Definitely,” you agree, savoring the intimate moment.

Kiba

Kiba’s playful nature shines through when you touch his face. He eagerly leans into your hand, enjoying the gentle contact.

Your fingers brush over his rough skin, and his eyes sparkle with delight. A low growl of contentment rumbles in his chest. “That feels... nice,” he admits, his voice husky. You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You’re such a puppy,” you tease. He grins widely, leaning further into your touch. “Only for you,” he replies, nuzzling into your hand with playful affection.

Shino

Shino treasures the quiet moments when you touch his face. He’s reserved but deeply appreciates the comfort and affection you bring.

Your fingers gently trace the lines of his cheeks, and his eyes soften behind his sunglasses. “Your touch... it’s calming,” he says quietly, his voice a low murmur. You smile warmly, pressing your forehead against his. “I love touching you,” you reply, your voice filled with affection. He leans into your hand, closing his eyes in contentment. “Never stop,” he whispers. “I won’t,” you promise, holding him close and savoring the serene moment.

Neji

Neji’s composed exterior hides a deep desire for your touch, even if his pride prevents him from asking directly.

Your fingers brush over his smooth skin as you gently touch his cheek. His eyes widen slightly before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Your touch is relaxing,” he murmurs, his voice filled with surprise and quiet pleasure. You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “You should relax more often,” you tease. He opens his eyes, a small, contented smile on his lips. “Only with you,” he replies softly. “Good,” you laugh, holding him close and enjoying the rare moment of vulnerability.

Rock Lee

Lee’s boundless energy and deep affection for you come alive when you touch his face. He eagerly seeks your gentle caresses, especially after a long day.

Your fingers trace the lines of his cheekbones gently. His eyes sparkle with joy as he leans into your hand, a wide smile spreading across his face. “Your touch is... amazing,” he says, his voice filled with wonder and delight. You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his nose. “You’re such a sweetheart,” you tease. He grins even wider, his eyes shining with pure, unfiltered love. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with adoration.

Choji

Choji’s warm and affectionate nature makes him the perfect partner for tender moments. He cherishes your touch and the comfort it brings.

Your fingers sink into the soft, warm skin of his cheeks. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh of contentment escaping his lips. “That feels... wonderful,” he murmurs, his voice filled with quiet joy. You smile, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You’re so cuddly,” you tease. He grins widely, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Only for you,” he replies softly. “Good,” you laugh, holding him close and savoring the warmth of his embrace.

Gaara

Gaara’s initial shyness fades away under your gentle touch, revealing a deep need for your affection and the comfort it brings.

Your fingers brush over his smooth, pale skin as you gently touch his cheek. His eyes widen slightly before he leans into your hand, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Your touch is... calming,” he admits, his voice hesitant but sincere. You smile warmly, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “I love touching you,” you reply. He closes his eyes, a small, contented smile spreading across his face. “Thank you,” he whispers softly. “Always,” you promise, holding him close and savoring the serene moment.

Kankuro

Kankuro's tough exterior hides a secret love for your touch. He may act brash, but he craves the moments when you gently caress his face.

Your fingers trace the contours of his cheeks gently. His eyes widen in surprise before he leans into your hand, a soft rumble of contentment escaping his lips. “Your touch is... nice,” he admits, his voice low and husky. You laugh softly, pressing a playful kiss to his nose. “You’re such a tough guy,” you tease. He grins, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Only for you,” he replies, his voice soft and filled with love. “Good,” you murmur, holding him close and enjoying the rare moment of tenderness.

[fatherphilia]

nsfw akatsuki headcanons

feeling insane rn. i included orochimaru too cause he was like technically apart of it.. and i just wuv my babygirl.

as always, there’s some problematic content so be careful.

tw. implied cannibalism, manipulation, public sex, drugging, noncon, bondage, period sex, necro, age gap under cut

pain/nagato is an interesting one after all, pain is a corpse for nagato to control but since pain will always be nagato’s favorite vessel, it’s his preferred one to fuck you with. the body is cold, lacking much in the warmth department but it’s desirable all the same.

pain is skilled with his fingers though, there’s no part of his body that nagato isn’t adapt at controlling. his thick digits easily able to reach that pleasurable spot inside of you that has you seeing stars; his thumb rubbing circles against your clit as he works you through the orgasm.

can’t forget the tongue piercing either. he’s got piercings all over his body but you’d be lying if you said the one on his tongue wasn’t your favorite. the chill of the metal against your warm sex while he’s lapping at your folds drives you crazy.

konan adores sex in nature, something about the feeling of grass or bark against her back while she’s intertwined with her partner gets her going. it’s not uncommon for her to request to be sent on missions with just her partner and no one else. of course, the team hardly suspects it’s for salacious reasons because she keeps a stoic face while asking.

when the coast is clear, she’ll tug her lover into the woods with her. her hands roaming under their partially unzipped cloak to find leverage on their thighs where her fingers are tracing out circles and hearts into their skin.

her nails leave thin scratch marks all across their back while they cling to each other against a tree. her partners hands movingly swiftly between her thighs.

did you know period blood can be used for rituals? hidan certainly knew and he’s very proudly a big fan of period sex. he loves fucking his partner while they’re on their period more than anything. it gets him going to see the way his cock is coated with their blood as he slides in and out of them.

just the sight of their blood smeared across their thighs and his cock is almost too much for him. he’s groaning as his grip tightens around their waist so he could push himself deeper inside. he loves the little squeals he gets in response from just that one movement.

eating his partner out while they’re on his period is also something that he adores. he’s licking and lapping like it’s his last meal and he loves the feeling of their juices mixed with blood dripping down his chin.

itachi likes to blindfold his lover during sex because he thinks it’s a great sign of trust. he loves knowing that they trust him enough that they’d momentarily let their sight be taken away so he could touch them. he can’t deny that the fact that they won’t know what he’s doing next also plays a part in his desire.

to an extent, it also brings him more comfort to know that they’re not watching his every movement and perhaps judging what he does. he feels like this control gives him leeway to work their body in just the right ways without any worry.

he’ll try to surprise them, stroking their entrance before pulling away, leaving the ghost of his touch as he knows they can’t see where he’s gone before he’s just as quick to continue his ministrations and watch the way they jerk in surprise.

sasori is a puppet, he’s got a body he’s built and strewn together himself and when creating his perfect form, he’d considered any genitalia to be unnecessary and an afterthought. he’s certain his skills more than make up for it.

he’s got a million puppets he can control and what better way to use them than on you? he’ll sit across from you on the bed, skillfully moving his fingers to command a wooden hand to stroke the heat between your legs and for anyone to massage and grope your sensitive breasts.

when you’re whining for him to at least use his own hands, he has to chastise you a little bit. you expect him to get get his own fingers soaked? how selfish of you. he’s being generous by letting you play with his puppets like this.

i think deidara’s favorite body part of his is quite easy to guess. there’s nothing that man loves more than his hands which not only create art but are so unique with the mouths placed on either palm. and, since he loves that part of him so much, he loves to use it on you as well.

consider it a treat that he can eat you out while still able to dirty talk. he absolutely adores watching you squirm and moan beneath him as the tongue on his hand licks at your glistening folds. since he’s just using his hands, he has a perfect view of your face as well and the man is get to watch your gasps and moans at his touch.

he loves to overstimulate you as well by using both hands, two is always better than one, right? your body sure seems to think so with the way it’s arching into his touch.

zetsu seems to love you somewhat or rather, half of him loves you and the other half loves the way you taste and smell. he’s always has to be mindful of his actions while fucking you because the temptation to eat and bite is always lingering in the back of his mind.

can’t stand to see any skin exposed on you because he just wants to consume it but he settles for leaving bite marks and thin streaks of blood across your body while he fucks you. really, he expects you to praise him for having such good self control.

just don’t ask him to eat you out because then he really would not be able to contain himself from finally having that taste of you he wants most.

it should come as no surprise that kisame loves to fuck in bodies of water be it river, pool or a small bath. the water is like home to him and so he shares it with you during your most intimate moments. thankfully, if you can’t swim, he keeps a firm grip on you to keep you afloat.

the man loves the weightlessness of your bodies in the water even though he can easily lift you up anyways. although, he sometimes can’t help himself from dragging you underwater with him as he kisses and thrusts up into you just to watch you gasp and pull him up for air seconds later.

definitely a biter as well, this man is obsessed with leaving bite marks all along your neck and breasts. he just needs to be able to mark his territory and his sharp teeth make it quick and easy to stake his claim on you.

kakuzu has no intentions of settling down anytime soon and so he takes to fucking prostitutes he finds in nearby villages. the man is quick to abuse his status and fear as an akatsuki member to avoiding paying any girl he’s pulled for a night.

he’ll take any woman stupid enough to think he’d truly pay her for her time. he’s rough with them all, digging his hands into their hips so hard that it leaves bruises and thrusting his cock up into their mouth till they’re gagging. it’s not like they have much power to oppose his brutal treatment anyways.

when he’s done with them. having then spent and aching, their body left in marks that could only be done by a man truly wishing to cause them pain; he finally simply leaves them where he found them.

when obito is using his “tobi” persona, he likes to play innocent and naive to get someone into just the position he likes. he’ll claim to have lost something in a deep secluded area and that he really really wants them to come help him find it!

it’s too late by the time they’re bending over to pick up nothing more than a piece of trash. he’s already dropped his persona and his hands are gripping their hips and forcing them on to the ground with relative ease while he tears at their clothes.

he’s eerily silent while fucking them, not even making a motion to silence his victim as they hiccup through tears and beg for him to stop. a few grunts here and there but he won’t answer any of their pleas with a response and much like kakuzu, he has no qualms about just leaving them there when he’s done.

orochimaru gets what he wants by drugging anyone he desires. he’s particularly fond of ninjas who’ve just hit 18 and believe themselves to be untouchable and respected in their newfound adulthood. to him, it’s fun to break them down with just a few injections.

he gets them to the point where they’re hardly conscious and willing to do anything he likes so he can slide his cock between their lips while they do absolutely nothing to resist. he thinks of them as nothing more than dolls at his will at this point, they’re hardly able to make their own decisions.

he’ll play with them, let them reach the cusps of consciousness so they can fight and scream before he’s injecting them something else so they’re perfectly submissive for him once more.

[13as07]

Object #3

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to mick347]

Requested by: Myself

Word Count: 4,558

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Still no explanation, better luck next time. This is horrible, my apologies

Characters include: Hidan, Kisame, Itachi

Sadism (Hair pulling, death threat, biting, choking)

Nicknames/Name Calling: Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Guppy, Kitten/Kitty, Object, Sweet Girl

Knife/Blood Play (sacrificial use of blood, cut marks, blood used as lube, licking)

Creampie

Domination (different levels)

Praising

Oral/Fingering

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Improper use of the sharingan (not like that, dirty minds)

Breeding Kink

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     "My little Angel!" Hidan's voice calls out, clawing me back out of my lazy sleepy state. One of these days I'll get to have a peaceful nap. Not today though.

     "Just ignore him," Deidara whispers into my skin, tightening his hold around me as he attempts to bury his head further into my neck.

     "Angel!" Hidan calls again, slamming the bedroom door open. "There you are my angel from Jashin," he coos, making quick work towards the bed.

     "Go away," Deidara bitches, tugging me closer as if that'll stop Hidan.

     It doesn't. Hidan's hands wrap around my arms, tugging me from Deidara's hold. "It's time to pray, Angel. We don't want to upset Jashin."

     "Wait your turn, Jashin dick rider," Deidara continues, trying to grab me back from the older member.

     "You've had her long enough," Hidan starts, placing me on his torso. "Besides, we pray to Jashin every day at six. It's almost six, it's time to pray." The younger member cuts his losses, blowing me a kiss and waving before he slumps back over in bed.

     "My pretty Angel," Hidan continues to praise, hands wondering my body as he carries me down the hallway. "Our God would have been angry if you slept through prayer time."

     "Your god," I correct, resting my head on his shoulder to enjoy the last few moments of peace I have.

     "Our God," Hidan barks, yanking my head up by my hair. His tongue clicks a few times, fingers still stiff as they cling to the roots of my hair. "We'll have to ask for your forgiveness. I don't want Jashin taking you back. If he must then it shall be, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't tempt him too."

     Hidan is the only member I think is truly insane. Everyone else is somewhat sane, but from the constant Jashin talk and the weird rituals I'm stuck doing for this 'God', I'm pretty sure Hidan just doesn't have any marbles left. If he had any, to begin with.

     "Alright, Angel," he hums out, releasing my hair to the door to his bedroom. Since the psycho is as close to immortal as possible, Hidan doesn't need to sleep, which leaves his room as a huge shrine to this Jashin entity. "You sit, and pray, and look pretty," he orders, placing me on the ground.

     A triangle trapped in a circle has been drawn out in black paint along the ground, with me slap-dab in the middle, like usual. At each point of the triangle is a bowl, one with dirt, one with water, and one that has a stick of incense burning in it.

     Candles line the circle, candles that Hidan is slowly collecting. My eyes trail after him, watching as he makes his way back to me. "Hello my little sacrifice," he coos, settling the candles down.

     Once they're lined up, Jashin symbol up, Hidan grabs my arms, pulling me towards him. He tugs a knife from his pocket, littering kisses over my wrists as he traces the symbols in the candle, deepening them and removing the wax that seeped into them yesterday.

     "Sit still, Angel," he orders, using his robe to wipe the wax off the knife. Hidan's eyes are dark as he grabs for my arms again, the tip of his knife gently dipping into my skin. Blood trickles out when my skin gives in, only making the psycho’s eyes darker.

     "That hurts," I hiss, trying to tug my arm back.

     "The pain will be minuscule compared to the blessings Jashin will offer you," Hidan answers, his focus on filling the candle carvings with the blood leaking from me. "All he asks for is your loyalty."

     I bite my tongue, keeping the disagreements stuck in my throat. "See? Minuscule," he mutters, setting down the last coated candle. Hidan's tongue slides out, crawling over my wrists, licking up the unneeded blood. His usual olive skin starts to shift, coating him in a dark black with his usual decorative white lines. "My pretty, perfect sacrifice."

     Once the praise is out, I'm left alone in the middle of the ritual circle. The dark room is filled with the soft flames of the candles, Hidan lighting them as he lays them back out. The dark reds of the room are brightened from the new light, but still barely counteract all the black of the space.

     Hands wrap around me from behind, tugging at my shirt. "Hidan," I whisper, squirming in his hold.

"Sit still," he huffs, his hold tightening as he shimmies my shirt off. "Well that’s disgusting," he grumbles, fingertips digging into the still sore wounds caused by Deidara. "That will not do," Hidan continues to grumble to himself. "Jashin will not be pleased."

My skin burns from the constant pressure to the cut marks, and back arches to try and escape the pain. "Please stop touching them," I whimper, tears already prickling my eyes.

"Jashin will not be happy," he repeats, shoving me forward so I fall on all fours. "We got to get rid of that... horrendous attempt at ownership. Jashin owns us, not that dumbass." As the word 'dumbass' spills out, Hidan traces Deidara's careful carving of his name. "We will fix it, stay put."

Hidan disappears, leaving me to ache from the leftover effect of his curious fingertips. Nagato was right, I need a break from the needy and rough Akatsuki members.

"I'm back." The short sentence is followed by my back erupting in pain again. Hidan chips away at Deidara's carvings, making new waves of pain slide out alongside new rivers of my blood.

"Please stop," I whimper, my arms already threatening to give out from the pain blooming down them. My blood coats down my sides, pooling under me. The life liquid is warm but sticky as it coats me.

"If you weren't disrespecting Jashin I wouldn't have to do this. But no, you're an object of service to the Akatsuki instead." Hidan's knife has dropped down to the bird cut into my back, the blade rough like the words of his hateful lecture. He chips at it as well, destroying the artwork left from my time with Deidara.

"See? That's so much better," Hidan says, kisses and his tongue sliding over the open gushing wounds. "Now let us pray." Clothing shifts behind me, his dick pressed to my thigh before my skirt is flipped up. "You need to ask for forgiveness," he adds, fingers dipping into my wounds again, scooping up some of the blood.

I let out a hiss from the pain, my mind scrambling to find a not sarcastic plea for forgiveness. "Jashin," I mutter, my breath heavy as Hidan's blood-coated fingers dip into me. "Please forgive me."

"That is a lousy prayer of forgiveness. Jashin should kill you for that mockery," Hidan grumbles, his fingers pumping slowly. "Maybe I should kill you for him."

"Please don't," I whimper, heart beating and pussy clenching from the mix of the threat and the stretching of my pussy.

"Why shouldn't I? You're mocking our God. Not to mention how much of a whore you've been today. Your cunt is all stretched out and used. You're not an object of choice for sacrificing. Jashin would be disappointed."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, mind going foggy from blood loss and lust. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I'm sorry. Please. Jashin, please?" The name slips out solely on accident, my thoughts getting difficult to keep straight.

Despite it being an accident, Hidan doesn't seem to notice. Quite the opposite. Kisses litter my back again, hands hooked around my hips, shoving me down. My arms and chest clash to the ground, ass still in the air as he shifts around. "Maybe I am wrong," he mutters, sinking his dick into me. "Maybe Jashin sent my Angel to me so I could show you his greatness."

Highly unlikely, but I don't have the strength nor the mental stability at the moment to fight him on it. "Keep praying, Angel. Let Jashin know what you wish for in return for your loyalty."

"A faster pace would be nice," I mutter, managing to piss off Hidan again.

His hand shoots forward, gripping my hair and snapping me upright. "You my dear Angel," he husks out, giving in to my request. "You are going to suffer at Jashin's hands if you keep acting up."

My spine tingles as my blood trickles down my back, shifting from the previous trails down my sides. "I'm sorry. That... that wasn't... please forgive me, Jashin." The words come out sluggish, my mind growing foggier by the second.

Hidan hums in approval, his teeth digging into my shoulder. He rips at the skin, tearing it with his mouth and making more wounds and fresh blood coat my body. "Hidan? Please? I can't," I whisper, my sight starting to go spotty with dark marks.

"You're fine," he mumbles, tilting my head in the other direction before he continues tearing at my shoulders. "Just be silent. Be a pretty sight for Jashin as I pray."

I do as I'm told, falling silent and enjoying Hidan's thrusts. They're sloppy with no rhythm as he prays. Mumbles for prosperity, wealth, and continual immortality spill from him as he uses me.

By the time he's done praying, I can barely keep my eyes open. "Don't go dying on me, Angel," he grumbles, releasing his grip on my hair. I fall forward, face buried into the ground again. Hiden doesn't seem to care though. His hands cling to my back, and dig into my wounds, forcing my blood to spill out faster.

"Thank Jashin." I try to do as I'm told, slurred unfinished words coming out instead. "Maybe I should sacrifice you. Leave you here to bleed to death when I'm done with you. At least then you'd be of some use to our God."

"Tha... thank... you... Jashin," I mutter, letting my eyelids win our battle. I can feel Hidan's smile as he licks the blood off my back, his tongue squirming against my skin as he continues thrusting into me.

I'm slowly shifted forward with each thrust, my pussy tingling in mellowed pain compared to the constant attack on my spine. If I wasn't so fuzzy-minded, I know my insides would be screaming from the lack of preparation and constant rough pumps into me.

Hidan's thrusts fall back to a patternless pace, his dick twitching in me as he starts another prayer. "Thank you, Jashin," he husks, stalling in me. He cums in me, his semen leaking out and mixing with my spilled blood on the ground. "Thank you. Thank you, my Lord. Thank you Jashin," Hidan mutters on repeat, his head resting between my shoulders as his hands continue to dig into my wounds.

The feeling of his weight pressing into me and his hot breath coating my skin only makes it harder not to slip into unconsciousness. Just as I'm about to give in, Hidan jerks me backward, shaking me out of it. "Let's patch you up, Angel. I can't have Jashin's favorite sacrifice dying quite yet."

"Ya... okay," I mutter, leaning back and resting against his chest. As my eyes sink shut again, the soft shifting of black soaking off of Hidan is the last thing I see.

"You'll be okay, Angel. Jashin will take care of you," he whispers into my ear, my limbs feeling light as my body is lifted.

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"It's okay, you're okay," Pain says, the words coming out harsh from his inability to be gentle. "You're fine." It sounds pissy like Nagato is over my whines, but from his carefully placed hands and the way they cling to me, I know he's attempting to be gentle. "The water will help."

I know he's right, I know the water will help with the inflammation of my back, but the pond is so cold that it almost hurts more. Whines and whimpers of pain spill from me as Nagato slowly lowers me into the pond. The water coats me, stinging for a minute or two before I adjust and the pain starts to numb.

"See? You're fine," he mutters, settling on the bank as close to me as he can. His eyes trailing my muscles as they relax in the water, face as stone and unemotional as ever. "Stop being so whiney."

"You're one to talk," I mutter, settling my eyes closed.

"Don't do that," he hisses, leaning forward to grip the chain still hanging around my neck. "Look at me." I do as I'm told, eyes fluttering open to look at the attention-starved man. Pain's face scrunches up, hand drops his hold on me. "Don't... don't do that," he repeats, tone softer this time.

"Pain?" A voice calls out, tugging Nagato's sight away from me. I keep my sights set on him, knowing I'm not able to take the fit he'll throw if I piss him off again. "Konan was asking for you," Kisame continues, the shark-themed man falling into view as he approaches the pond.

"What does she want?" Pain asks, eyes fluttering back to me. The purple swirls of them seem tenser than usual as if I'll disappear if he blinks too slowly.

"I don't know," Kisame grumbles, his eyes flickering between me and the scenery. "Something about Hidan complaining about chains or something."

Nagato exhales through his nose, eyes repeatedly blinking as he looks at me. I have no clue what happened after prayer time with Hidan, but from the lack of the masochist, and me waking up in the med-bay, I assumed Pain wasn't too happy with Hidan. Or that Hidan would still be alive if he was mortal.

"Watch her while I'm away," Pain orders, eyes scanning over me.

"Yes, Sir," the shark man continues to grumble, eyes flickering over me again.

Pain reaches forward, his hand hovering for a second before he pats my head. "Relax. Behave." I nod yes, staring back at him. "I will be back."

"Okay." Pain walks away, continually looking over his shoulder at me.

     "You're bleeding," Kisame mutters, his eyes scanning the water once Nagato is inside the house.

     The watered-down red color of my blood coats a bit of the pond surface, a lot less than before but still present. "Ya, I know. Diedara and Hidan were... a little too much today," I mutter, sinking lower into the water so it settles above my shoulders. "Hence the ice bath."

     Kisame grumbles at my answer, his attention shifting away from me. I paddle around the pond, watching as he shifts out of his mission gear. "What are you doing?" I ask, working my way back to the edge of the water.

     "I'm going to get in with you. You haven't been of use to 'e yet today," he answers, tugging his shirt off.

My eyes jump over his green-tinted skin, taking in the way his muscles are stretched over the stone of his frame. Kisame is a big man, easily towering over almost everyone in the Akatsuki. My sights jump down, continuing to watch him strip. His penis matches the rest of his body, big, long, and a lot to take.

     Once he's nude, I back up so the shark man can slip into the water. He makes it wave as he sinks in. "Come here, Guppy," he husks out, hands wrapping around my arms, and tugging me forward.

     I'm settled against his chest before Kisame sinks, settling on one of the submerged rocks. "You weren't kidding," he says, fingers gentle as they skirt over my back. One of his hands jumps up, tilting my head so he can look at my bruised cheek better. "Is that from Hidan too?"

     "No, that's from Kakuzu," I murmur, shifting on Kisame's lap.

     His head dips down, pressing kisses into my neck, littering the gained bite marks and hickies with softness. "Stop squirming, Guppy," Kisame's calm voice says, the hand not running across my back shooting up to cling to my throat.

     "Sorry," I murmur, letting my eyes flutter shut. I soak in the gentleness of the giant under me, enjoying the way his lips coo and calm my wounds.

     "Sit up," he mutters, using his hold on my neck to lift me off his lap. Kisame shifts us around, settling me on the rock as he squirms out from under me. Kisses continue down my front, littering my breasts as his hands toy with my thighs. Fingers crawl up my legs chased by teeth sinking into my boob. Kisame's sharp teeth quickly make their way through me, coating me with the familiar stickiness of blood.

     "Kisame," I hiss, my hands shooting forward to grip his hair. "That hurts."

     "I know, Guppy. You're doing so well," he praises, his voice husky as his fingertips dip into my pussy. "You'll survive," he hums out, head tilting the other direction. Teeth sink into my other boob, new blood trickling out and being chased by Kisame's tongue.

     He continues kneading my titties with his teeth as his fingers pump in and out of me. Aches erupts from my chest as pleasure erupts from my cunt, the familiar mix of the two filling my body.

     Kisame tugs himself from my boobs, tearing more skin as he lifts his head. His teeth are coated in the red of my blood, the liquid slowly dribbling down his chin as it escapes his mouth. "Sit still and be good," he mutters, covering my face with blood-tinted kisses.

     Once the praise is out, Kisame sinks under the water, his fingers clumsy leaving me before being replaced by his tongue. My knees jerk, clasping around his head. His head tips back out of the water a bit, warning eyes shooting the order at me again before he dips back between my legs.

Kisame's tongue flicks at my clit a few times before sliding down to penetrate me. My hands tighten on his hair, knotting the dark locks around my fingers. My focus is split between not moving and the pleasure tingling in my pussy.

The poking and prodding doesn't last long though. When he's satisfied with my prep, I'm scooped back up and switched back to his lap. I'm settled on his tip, the head of his dick toying my hole as Kisame sits back down. "Are you going to be good at take all of me?"

No. I know I can't. His dick is massive, just like the rest of him. "Yes, Kisame."

He smiles at my answer, pointy teeth beaming as he looks down at me. "That's a good Guppy. Be a pretty object for me to use."

The praises are followed by me slowly lowering on Kisame's dick, the head bullying its way through me. I'm stretched, muscles strained the further I sink onto him. By the time I've settled on his lap again, my breaths come out as hisses.

"Easy Guppy," Kisame coos, a finger falling to rub circles on my clit. His hands keep pace with each other, the circles on my clit matching the pace he forces my hip into.

Kisame's thrusts almost hurt as I'm dropped back down his length, the head of his dick still bullying my pussy into compliance to take him. His head falls back to my boobs, teeth sinking in to tear more skin, and his tongue sliding over the new bite marks to lick up the spilled blood.

My hips ache and my chest is more torn than intact skin by the time Kisame stills in me. "Look at that, Guppy," he coos, hand sliding up to cling to my throat again. "I can see myself," he teases, forcing me to look down as his free hand presses against my stomach

He's right. The faint outline of Kisame's dick is present on my lower stomach. The imprint twitches as he cums deep in me. The mix of his warmth and the evident proof of him in me makes me clench around him, only encouraging Kisame's semen to spill out. "What a good, Guppy," he coos again, littering my face in more blood-tinted kisses.

     "Princess?" Pain's voice echoes from the porch, making Kisame pale.

     "Well, I'm a goner," he mutters, quickly yanking me off of him.

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I can feel eyes on me, the heat path of them jumping around my bare back. "You look terrible, Kitten," comes Itachi's soft noise, his equally soft paces filling the med-bay.

"I know," I whisper, the words getting jumbled up by the pillow my face is buried into.

After being torn from the pond, Pain settled me in the medical room again. Half-assed promises to be back soon and for a soothing night spilling from him as he rushed to go 'ran an errand' with Konan. In his rush, Nagato didn't give me any pain meds and I'd rather deal with the aches than another safety lecture from him if I chose to find medicine myself.

"Poor Kitty," Itachi coos, fingertips gentle as he runs them over my bandages. "Are you alright?"

"No."

My answer is followed by pale arms wrapping around me, gently shifting me so I'm sitting up. He slips onto the bed behind me, hooking my legs over his as I face away from him. "We can fix that, Kitten," Itachi murmurs, hands sliding under my bandages to pull them off.

"Your fingers hurt," I whine, back arching away from his touches.

"I know, I know, it's okay, Kitty," he continues to coo, a hand jumping up to tilt my head backward. The red of his sharingans snags in my sights, filling my mind with the glow of them. My mind goes fuzzy, the forced light in my mind shifts to softer colors. The pastel blues, yellows, and pinks swirl in my head, causing my pains to seep away.

"Better?" Itachi's voice rings out, the soft pitter-patter of fingers shifting a gentle sizzle across my body.

"Better," I mumble, leaning back to rest my head on his shoulder. "I don't know what you're doing though."

"It's a genjutsu."

"A what?"

"It's control of your senses. I'm controlling your sense of touch, so you can't feel your pain but can feel everything else, so your muscles will calm," Itachi softly explains, hands losing their sizzling feeling but still dancing over my body as his lips brush against my neck. "And I'm controlling your sight so you can see something calming and can't see your injuries."

"Why?" I whisper, his fingers sliding over my legs making it hard to focus.

"It'll help you calm down too. I can't enjoy you if you can't enjoy yourself." The words are hushed, buried into my skin by the kisses continually pressed into me.

Itachi's fingertips ghost through my folds, nimble fingers searching for my clit. "Though," he continues, kisses trailing across my jaw as the controlled images in my head start to filter away. "I would like you to watch."

As the scenery of the room filters back into my sight, his fingertips toy with me. They toy with my hole, massaging it in the same way my clit is rubbed. "Watch Kitten," he says, nuzzling my neck to encourage my head down.

I do what is asked of me, dropping my head down to take in the sight of my skirt balled up my legs and Itachi gently working me. My compliance is rewarded with his fingers thrusting into me. He continues to toy with me, testing curls and paces. "Tach," I moan, my orgasm quickly building up.

"Kitten?" He whispers into my war, nibbling on my earlobe. The gentle coo breaks the band in my stomach, coating Itachi's hand and the medical bed in my cum. "That's a pretty Kitty, ya?" He continues to coo, slipping out from behind me.

Itachi rounds the bed, settling on the floor, kneeling between my legs. His arms wrap under my legs, tugging me closer to the edge before he dips down. His hands slide up from the movement, hooking on my hips as my knees rest on his shoulders. "Keep mewling for me, Kitten," he mumbles, his hot breath coating my mess.

His tongue slides out, focused on cleaning my folds before it skirts over my clit. Once again I do as I'm told, not because of willingness though. Itachi's tongue stays busy, licking circles into my clit and thrusting into my cunt to tongue fuck me. The lack of a cool-down quickly pulls another orgasm from me, this time coating Itachi's face.

His head pops up from between my legs, sharingans glow as a soft smile coats his lips. Kisses lead Itachi's trail up my body, hands sliding down to cup my knees and lock them around his waist.

"Itachi," I whine when his bulge presses into me.

"Oh, I know, Kitty. You're so sensitive aren't you?" He gently mocks, kisses coating my lips as he works himself out of his pants. "You'll be okay. After all, this is what you're for right? A pretty object for me to use. I've been nice to you, haven't I? Be nice back, Kitty."

The soft mockery is followed by Itachi toying with me again, the glow of his eyes watching as I squirm from his tip teasing my hole. His eyes flicker around, catching every one of my movements. His smile is still soft as he sinks into me, eyes running a mile a minute to catch every micro-movement my body makes.

Itachi's pace is slow and gentle, just like everything else he's done today. The clan killer doesn't live up to his reputation, especially in moments like this. His hands are like feathers, costing my body like he's trying to burn the feeling of my skin into them. His mouth does the same to my lips.

My body sizzles on nerves, the constant stimulation almost being too much. "Pretty Kitty," he coos, his thrusts picking up their speed. "My pretty Kitty that's going to have my pretty litter."

Itachi's words make my spine tingle, causing my hips to thrust up. That seems to do it for the masochist, his thrusts jerking before his body is pressed into mine. "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty," he mutters against me, his nose buried into my cheek. The line of praise is paired with me being filled, not even the thought of pulling out rolling around Itachi's head as his semen fills my cunt.

"Princess?" Nagato's voice echoes in the hallway, causing Itachi's head to rise.

"He's on top of it tonight," Tachi mumbles, tucking himself away and tugging my skirt back into place.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, my focus on scanning my body. My deeper wounds have vanished curtsy of the man in front of me, leaving the simpler ones, my hickies, and bite marks.

"Last I knew Hidan was hanging in a tree," Itachi confuses, hand clinging to the back of my neck as he kisses my forehead. "That, and Kisame is in a bit of trouble."

"Oh," I whisper, eyes flickering to the door as the sound of Pain's footsteps creep closer.

"Goodnight, Kitten," he whispers, pecking my lips before vanishing. I don't know how Itachi does that and I'm not sure I want to know.

"Princess?" Pain grumbles again, pushing the door open. "How are you feeling?"

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[thottyimagines]

Who in Naruto would stand on business and not text their ex or situationship back and who actually would

ABSOLUTELY texting their ex:

Naruto, which is canon, I think. I've little knowledge of Boruto, but I'm pretty sure he and Sasuke exchange carrier pigeons, like, all the time. Naruto would text an ex without any prompting, let alone texting them back.

Sakura has shockingly little self-esteem or respect or dignity when it comes to romance, and she's more than willing to entertain anyone interested in her who isn't a total uggo (re: Rock Lee and any other not-conventionally attractive suitor).

Deidara has no concept of boundaries or closure. He thinks he can just keep sending a stream of consciousness. If his ex ever texts him first, he's going to town on the diary entries sort of texts. He's opening his notes app and copying and pasting all the weird poetry he's been writing since the break up.

Sasuke, but ONLY if it's Naruto.

Kakashi wouldn't text an ex back, but if he got a text, he'd show up in person and just...see what happens.

Choji wouldn't know how to not text back, because he'd feel mean, given their shared history. It's anyone's guess as to whether or not he still has romantic intentions.

Rock Lee is texting back with pleasure. A splendid new friend out of the ruins of romance has emerged!

Hashirama and Madara. Just...just look at them.

Jiraiya, in hopes of a booty call coming out of it.

Tempted, but should pull through:

Ino would love to text back just for the drama, but has a healthy amount of self-respect. If there's no reason to reconcile, there's no reason for her to talk, she can sadly admit.

Hinata would, ordinarily, want to text back, but she might just get too stressed and her teammates could find her in time to rebuke the ex's efforts.

Similarly, Itachi has poetry at the ready to send through, but Kisame might just eat his phone to prevent the Young Adult Meltdown that would ensue.

Hidan, if his feeling are well and truly hurt enough, wouldn't text back. But...well, he might show up to their location and give Jashin a real good day.

Kurenai went years without Asuma showing his face, whilst he was running around defying his father, so she should be fine ignoring the siren song of an ex text. But then...

Oh, Neji has paragraphs upon paragraphs to send living right there in his notes app, but he shan't. He won't. He'll just send them rancid vibes whenever they encounter one another in public for life.

Not texting back:

Shikamaru hasn't the energy to entertain this. Things ended for a reason, and he shan't make himself miserable doing a back and forth in the aftermath. Blocked.

Kiba's sister won't let him text his exes back. She blocks them on his phone as soon as the break up happens. Kiba has no idea they tried to reach out.

Asuma has no interest in texting unless it's for a booty call.

Gaara is too afraid of his wounded pride unleashing the monster within, so he doesn't entertain highly emotional interactions like this.

Kakuzu is straight up tracing the text back to his ex and turning them in for bounty, no matter how meager it is.

Shino agonizes over it, but he prevails.

Tenten talks it over with Neji, who just beats up her ex for her instead.

Genma has deleted their number as soon as they stopped hooking up. Who dis?

[uchihaharlot]

I asked about Obito and Itachi’s crush offering a massage. And loved it. And now I am here to beg for a more…NSFW version? Please?

Consider your wish granted. 😈 I probably should have done that first time around, but sometimes I like writing fluffier cutesy things.

Also, my apologies nonny! I try to answer these in the order that was received, but there are often shorter drabbles I like to work with first. ❤️🫶

NSFW; dom-ish…Obi (wuuuuhhh??); assplay; penetration; soft/needy Itachi (🥹); soul sucking blow job; these men live the good life, I swear!! Someone come rub my busted ass hip!! 🥹😭😭

Obito:

His crush is a bit perturbed this time around. Why the hell didn’t he get the message the first time she took his damn shirt off?? He’s a bit…dense, ok? Obito is not stupid though, he definitely had a feeling she was up to something. Mm, still up to it this time too, man just didn’t want to get his hopes up. This time he doesn’t stop her when she rucks his shirt up, a little more rough than necessary. Her greedy hands mapping every small dip and minor scar on his back. Roaming down his hard muscles and up to his neck. Despite having small hands, his crush works out those tired muscles and soothes his aches.

‘Let me return the favor.’ It was bold, yes, and laced with a devious tone. Obito couldn’t think of a better way to make her squirt squirm than to return the gesture. ‘Finally.’ She thinks.

He does the same to her as she did him, removing her shirt and bra. Spinning her around pressing stomach flat to floor. Firmly dragging calloused hands over warm flesh. How soft and delicate she left in the hands of a man who has seen caused destruction. How he could destroy her with just a few thrusts. The first kiss on her shoulder has her heart racing. Obito’s warm breath was katon heat on her skin and caused goose flesh to break out. Searing smaller teasing kisses in his wake, Obito lifted her hips and pressed his severely aching girth to her and bent down to whisper in her ear.

‘Is this what you want?’ Dragging his lips down her backside again, lowering his briefs to let out cock and run it against her thigh until it pressed against her clothed heat.

‘..yes.’ Panting already, how badly this girl tried the first time around, she shouldn’t be this breathless. Obito didn’t want to make things any more tantalizing than they already were, but nonetheless, he pressed into those moist panties before slipping his arousal down between her thighs and shutting them.

Bodies pressed close, Obito gently rocked with her. Dragging his girth in and out of her thighs, the head of his cock was a great visual when she looked through her arms. Mimicking hard thrusts, she only imagined how full of him she would be. Why was he taking so long, ‘Obi..?’

‘Ask nicely.’ High on himself, Obito lowered the remaining barrier between them. Stuck his thumb in his mouth and ran it over the sensitive skin between her cunt before slipping it into her ass. The sound that ricocheted out the back of her throat made him press in further. Obito gently tugged her clit with his freehand, ‘or I’ll stop.’

‘No!’ Desperate, sheer lifted her head to look over her shoulder. ‘…please. Obito, gods please.’ He ran that hand to push her panties down to her knees and parted them a little, tracing her entrance.

‘Please. What?’

When her response was his fat cock, only then did Obito brazenly sheath himself to the hilt and slowly drag in and out. The loud mewl she let out told Obito he needn’t be too careful, if she was taking him this well. She could handle a little more. His thumb rocked in and out of her ass, hurried but precise. The way her soft but taut cunt sucked him in more as his thumb worked a different nerve, delivered coinciding sensations.

Her body quaked with his. Obito can only act tough for so long. The second her fluttering walls encapsulate his throbbing cock, its game, set and match. Neither one of them can keep quiet. Whispers of ‘I’m going to pump you full of my cum’ to ‘gonna put a baby in you’ seemingly come from a deep seated desire.

Her into reprieve is to thrust back into him with as much force, feeling the tip of his length kiss the spongey muscle of her cervix. Tap, tap and then the warmth of his loins spreads through her insides. Leaving a line of it down his shaft when he slips out.

They’ll lay on the floor in blissful silence, softly petting one another hair, face and body. Deep slow kisses until the euphoria has subsided.

Itachi:

Gurl is making Itachi flustered this time around. Two back rubs back to back, barely 24 hours apart. His genius didn’t leave room for debate, she was DTF. Just how far was this girl willing to go to please him? When she ran her hand over his abdomen, Itachi pulled her closer. There was no need to beat around the bush. If she really wanted it, just come out with it. Itachi was never one to mince words, he rather found being direct and concise yielded better results.

‘I know what your hands can do.’ He whispered, running a thumb down her palm. ‘I’m more curious about your mouth.’

Under the gaze of the sharingan, his crush drops to her knees. She’s gentle but eager with unfastening his slacks. Tracing the hair that peaks, he slouches in his chair. It wasn’t like he had anywhere to be. In the privacy of his own home he could give in to a prohibition or two. As his crush runs her hands over his briefs, both hands pulling down at the hem. He took himself in in hand and tapped the tip of his cock to her lips. She eagerly swiped up his shaft, Itachi growled lowly. Choked out when she sank the warmth of her mouth over his aching cock, to the base and back. Looked up at him and did it again. And again, taking the plunge over his aching head, and fully reaching the back of her throat. Gag reflex seemed nonexistent relatively quickly.

His eyes rolled shut when she tugged his testicles a little and took him in stride again. The urge to ram his cock in her mouth almost took precedence over the desire to last a little longer. Itachi was not virginal by any means, but goddamn his crush was making him feel like a half cocked 16 year old again. When she took him in both hands he went incoherent. Her breathy laugh and whispers fell on deaf ears, ‘does this feel good ‘Tachi?’ Followed the sounds of his low moans and pleas. Itachi gripped a hand at the back of her head to pull her off, but she neither yielded nor slowed down.

He wasn’t a push over, but that familiar itch of the floodgates opening up was the harbinger to the loud grunt that crawled out his throat. Her hands delicately worked his throbbing cock, the tingle scrunched up his balls and soothed the ailment for release. She drank him in full. Allowing the tip of his cock to ram the back of her throat once more as his creamy sperm coated and sloshed down her throat. Unfazed by the bitterness, and her little seductive pop off his cock. It drove him bonkers, Itachi bent down eagerly for a kiss. What was it about a woman drinking from your cock like a straw and swallowing it like the worlds freshest smoothie? Itachi gave two shits about the lingering flavor.

When she thinks he’s satisfied, he’ll bend her over and sweetly offer his gratitude…

[animeyanderelover]

How would Madara, Hashirama, Tobirama, Pain, Shisui, Itachi, Sakura react to the darling who got turned into a baby getting kidnapped?

Do you mean as a sort of continuation to this post?

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusion, abduction

Darling who got turned into a baby is kidnapped

Madara Uchiha

🌑 Madara is that close to murdering whoever was in charge of looking over you as he's quite busy searching for ways to nullify the jutsu that turned you into an infant in the first place. Honestly, he's sure that wouldn't have happened if he would have been the one to watch after you but he's been avoiding you ever since you turned as it's quite weird and awkward being around you after the incident. He's going out to search for his darling though, undeniably paranoid since they can't escape, defend or even attempt to leak information about their current whereabouts in their tiny form and whilst he might not show his fear, he is really short-tempered and snaps at everyone. After that big failure of his fellow clanmembers, he'd rather take things into his own hands. The eldest of the clan do want him to be accompanied since he's the head of the clan but it's best to not test Madara right now. The Uchiha is really pissed so whoever had the balls to kidnap his s/o in their vulnerable state is better prepared to be slaughtered.

Hashirama Senju

🌳 He has a heart attack whilst his clan is vehemently apologizing for failing in such a way. Hashirama honestly ends up blaming himself mainly as he laments that he should have taken you with him, even if he has work to do and shouldn't carry you in your new form around everywhere. Finding you and getting you back becomes from that point on a priority and a lot of shinobi are send out to track down traces of whoever abducted you. The Hokage skips probably meals and sleep, worried sick for you as you're so fragile in your baby body. Mito and Tobirama have to force him to take care of himself or otherwise he'll just have a burnout. Everyone is quite dedicated to the task at hand, especially his younger brother and the clan just barely manages to keep Hashirama in the village to fulfill his duties as the Hokage or otherwise he would have left to search for you a long time ago. He's praying day and night for you to safely return. Let's just hope that your kidnappers didn't dare to hurt you or otherwise even Hashirama might snap.

Tobirama Senju

🌊 Being in the same room as him is chilling for the Anbu he assigned to watch over you whilst doing his work as Tobirama is probably not far away from allowing his emotions to get the better of him and hurting all of them seriously too. This is a serious breach of his trust and expectations and he promises them that they will be punished accordingly later on but prioritizes finding his darling for now. There's a restlessness inside of him that unsettles him deeply whilst the whole Leaf Village is in a rush to retrieve you with his own clan making the biggest fuss since you're, even in your current form, still Tobirama's spouse. This is now the second time the village has been unable to protect you from attacks and Tobirama can't help but start blaming himself for it, maybe he should have done more. He goes out with his own team with the single goal to find you since he's brilliant with sensory. He has zero mercy for those who abducted you as he will see through that they will be punished and by all accounts, after all that happened he's going to put the Flying Thunder God Seal on his darling so that he can always find them in emergency situations.

Pain

🌧️ Pain might still appear to be stoic but one look in his eyes and you can see the intention to murder. Both him and Konan are in shock as they didn't expect anyone to be able to ever steal you, even after the recent attack where you were transformed into a baby. Konan is is far more visible distraught as she feels guilty for not having looked more carefully after you and Nagato is just as disturbed, considering that he had a couple of bodies guarding you. He's incredibly anxious and probably about willing to tear entire villages down to find you, let's hope Konan doesn't lose her cool just yet and stops him from going the violent way just yet. Both of them skip sleep and rest though so that they can find you as quickly as possible and everyone who knows even a piece of information will be tortured by all of Pain's bodies to spit it out only to die a miserable death afterwards. The man is desperate and furious, a dangerous combination since he's ready to tear everything apart if it means finding his darling again and nullifying the jutsu that was cast on them.

Shisui Uchiha

🍂 Shisui has taken the matter of you being turned into a baby so far with a mixture of worried seriousness and entertained amusement but getting to know that you were kidnapped in your current state erases all traces of fun. He knows that you have no way to resist or defend yourself and he immediately asks the Hokage for permission to take over the mission to find you again. Your parents are distraught so he assures them that he will get you back and find a way to turn you back to normal, no matter what he has to do. Shisui dedicates from that moment on every second into finding any sort of lead and traces to find out where you are and probably even asks Itachi to help him with this issue. Everyone probably notices that this all has affected him greatly as he's always a bit tensed up and even isolates himself to fully focus on the mission at hand. Without a doubt the guilt fuels him on as this is the second time he's allowed someone to assault you and considering his protective nature, this makes him only worse. Your kidnappers should probably run as far away as they can because the moment Shisui figures out where they keep you, it's over for them.

Itachi Uchiha

🍡 Itachi is suffering silently when he realizes that you've been taken away by someone and considering your current situation, it only makes everything worse. You're a small baby again, in no way possible could you defend yourself so he has to find you as quickly as possible. This is the second time already that something like this has happened since Itachi has abducted you and it is poison for his own self-esteem because he has no one besides himself to blame, fully aware that none of this would have happened if he would have never taken you in the first place. It's too late to regret that now though as he has to find you as quickly as possible. Kisame seems to notice that something is wrong with his partner and there are chances that he already knows about Itachi's secret and even your current situation. When he tries to laugh about it though, he quickly shuts up when noticing the cold glare Itachi gives him and instead vows to help the Uchiha in his search for you. The emergency situation reveals perhaps a more ruthless side of Itachi as he's also desperate now.

Sakura Haruno

🌸 Sakura initially falls into a state of heavily blaming herself. She should have looked more after you, she should have been more careful. The woman has high expectations for herself, especially regarding her darling so the abduction affects her deeply as she's quite shaken up and all her friends try to comfort her somehow. After a while she gets up again, still distraught but just as scarily determined to find you and save you. Sakura is really protective, all the more since you've been attacked with a jutsu that apparently turns adults into small babies again and she has spent a lot of time figuring out how to reverse the effects of the jutsu. She basically demands the Hokage to let her take the lead in that mission since she views this as her failure and for that as her responsibility to save you. She's also someone who starts neglecting her own needs such as meals and sleep in order to retrieve you again. There's a restlessness inside of her but she attempts her best to stay calm, although the question stands if she can keep her cool when finding those who have abducted you.

[ssailormoonn]

❛ I'VE GOT YOU ❜

Uchiha Itachi X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.8k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW :: x fem reader, oral -> female recieving, reader is feeling a lil sad and itachi makes her feel better, ofc don't do this irl (if smo is feeling down the solution is sex, bc no it is not, this is purely fictional)

˚ ༘ * 𝑅𝐸𝒬𝒰𝐸𝒮𝒯 :: (filled request) hii hope you’re well! can i request itachi x fem or gn reader comfort sex? i need him so bad rn it’s not even funny - ANON

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You get home to your apartment and you see your man in the kitchen, seems like he just came to see you because he was still donned in his Akatsuki cloak.

"Itachi," you whispered.

"It's late," his voice was soft, concern laced in his words, he must have realised that you had come home from work later than usual.

You didn't have a good day, not at all.

You sink into the couch, your body against the plushness of the cushions. You feel the couch shift as he sits beside you, his cloak discarded to only grey pants and a shirt underneath. For a moment, there was no speaking. He didn't push, didn't ask what was wrong. He just knew when to give you space.

You tried to steady your breathing, but when he sat down beside you, you let it go. Your shoulders shook and a choked sob escaped before you could stop it. Your cheeks streamed with tears as the weight of the day crashed on you all at once.

Itachi leaned in closer without a word. His hand reached out and lay against your back, reassuring in its touch. Warm fingers mapped slow, comforting circles across your back as he let you cry.

"You don't have to explain," he said softly-barely more than a whisper above silent. "I'm here."

His words snapped something in you, and then you knew you had turned into him, burying your face in his chest. His shirt felt cool against your skin, while his body was warm. You clung to him, your hands clutching the material of his shirt, as your sobs wet the cloth. He held you tightly, yet tenderly, never once drawing away.

"You're allowed to feel this," Itachi whispered some time later, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "You don't have to be strong all the time."

His arms wrapped more closely around you, his fingers threading softly through your hair. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the beat of his heart beating now to the same speeed as yours. He pressed his chin against the top of your head.

After a few minutes of this, your sobs finally died down and left you with deep exhaustion. You just remained there, tucked against him, not wanting to move yet.

"Itachi." you whispered, your head rising just slightly so you could look up at him. His eyes met yours, deep, dark eyes that always seemed to understand you in ways no one else did.

His hand brushed against your cheek, wiping away one errant tear with the pad of his thumb. He leaves his hand there long enough that your breathing hitches a bit, a warmth starting to build in your chest. His fingers trace along your jawline-soft, unhurried.

You leaned into his hand, closing your eyes for a moment as one let the sensation wash over him. The light caress of his fingertips danced down your back; a soft shiver overspread you, and opening your eyes again, you found him watching you, his gaze steady yet deeper with something that quickened the beat of your heart.

His forehead finally came to rest against yours. His breathing grazed your lips, and your heart was racing with the thought of how much closer the distance between them was getting. His hand tracing around your cheek a moment before now made its way down to rest on your neck. His thumb lightly brushed over the sensitive pulse point of your neck. The simple touch sent shivers across your skin, and you swallowed hard while trying to steady your breathing.

"Itachi...", you whispered lowly.

His hand on your neck tightened infinitesimally, his other arm wrapping around your waist as he tugged you closer to him-you felt the firm warmth of his body through his shirt.

"Itachi," you said again, but with a lot more purpose this time as your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt and you looked up at him, searching eyes for what came next. There was something magnetic in the way he looked at you; his silence a great deal more than any words.

He leaned in toward me, his lips barely touching mine-light as a whisper-but to his nerves, it was a raging fire. It seemed he waited, tested the waters gave one the chance to retreat if so wished-but I did not. That light teasing touch from his lips had sent a surge of heat through me, and before I knew it, I leaned the rest of the way in, closing the gap completely.

The kiss was slow, deliberate. His lips danced against yours, leaving you out of breath, his hand on your neck guiding you with ease. It was as if the world melted away and, in its place, there was only the two of you.

His heart rate showed in the clutch of fingers that closed on your waist, pulling you closer still until no space existed between bodies. A soft moan escaped your throat, his kiss deepening, his tongue slipping past your lips to taste you with a languorous sensual intensity. You gasped against him, your hands shifting from his cloak onto his chest-hard muscle beneath his shirt. His lips left yours, trailing down your jawline, down toward your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Itachi..." His name fell from your lips again this time more breathless, more needy as you leaned to the side, granting him further access. He required no further encouragement. His mouth found the sensitive skin of your neck, kissing and nibbling lightly, sending waves of pleasure across your body. His hands slid lower, coming to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking over the skin just beneath your shirt. The light touch was enough to set your senses alight, and you arched into him, your body responding to every one of his movements. "You're beautiful," he murmured against your skin, low and husky, the words sending a thrill through you. His lips moved back up to capture yours once more in a kiss that was hotter, more urgent this time. His body pressed against yours in a way that left no doubt about where this moment could lead. "Is this okay?" he asked softly, voice low a hum, eyes searching yours for confirmation. His thumb brushed over your lower lip. You nodded, breathless, lips swollen. "Yes, Itachi... And with that, his lips were back on yours again, and the world faded to black once more as you let go, completely, into his arms. "I'll take care of you, don't worry, you want me to, darling?" he asks.

"Please," you whimper as his teeth graze your neck before he strips the clothes off of your body. 

And now, your legs over his shoulders and your head thrown back against the plushy pillow beneath your head on the couch. There was also a smaller pillow propped underneath your hips, Itachi said that it would make it more comfy for you and it did. He always worried about your pleasure and comfort.

"I-Tachi," you whimper out as his nose bumps against your clit.

"Are you okay?" he asks, worried about how much your voice was whimpering at the small amount of contact with your most sensitive area.

You squirm under the hold Itachi's hand on your thighs, back subtly arching into his face, wanting to indulge further in his touch.

"Yeah," you say breathlessly.

"You'll be alright, my love," Itachi reassures, placing soft and fluttery kisses on your stomach.

You shiver underneath the simple gestures, awaiting when he puts his tongue and fingers to use.

"'M know, Itachi," you replied, your fingers interlacing with his long black hair which was now free from his hairtie. 

Itachi descends once more to your most sensitive area, your soaked cunt. "Tell me if it's too much."

"You never hurt me, 'tachi," you said while a shaky breath leaves your mouth.

A whimper leaves your mouth when he places a kiss on your clit and your thighs clench around his head. You attempt to arch away from the overwhelming sensation but Itachi's grip keeps you in place.

"L-Love," you moan out.

"I know, darling," Itachi reassures. "It's okay, I'm here, tell me if it's too much."

Once more, Itachi's nose brushes up against your delicate clit, and your grip on his hair tightened. A satisfied sigh seeps through him into your folds as a mewl from your full lips.

"Are you okay?" he asks before licking a long stripe up your folds and you moan, your back arching and your cunt pressing further into his face which he relished in.

You whimpered before answering, trying to gather your scattered thoughts, "Yeah, 'm am, Itachi."

He loves you so intensely it hurts, and your response makes his heart sing. His tongue climbs up from your wet hole to your clit while you let out a moan. Your thighs tighten around his head as a result of his constriction, and as you grind down on his face, a moan echoes through your clit. Your lips were filled with chants of his name, and he relished every moment of it.

"Itachi, f-feels s' good," you moan, tears welling in your lash line, he was making you feel so good.

"You're okay?" Itachi asks.

When you feel a thick finger push past your closing walls, you furiously nod your head, your eyes expand, and you cry with delight. It felt so fantastic that you never want it to finish, even though you thought you would break because he was so huge.

His finger pressed up against that soft spot inside your walls. Itachi was slow with his pace as he curled his fingers every time he entered your cunt, along with sucking and licking at your puffy, sensitive clit.

"You're being so good, you're doing so well," Itachi moans against you, refusing to rut his hips into the mattress, this was your pleasure, not his own.

A moan arouses from you and your hips grind themselves onto his face. He let you for once have some sort of control over the situation, and he decided that if you came quicker he'll let you do it more often. "That's it," he praised.

His motions become more rapid and needy as you cry his name through broken letters, and the one hold he held on your leg tightens. Your stomach coil tightened, and your fingers wrapped around his locks to stop him from moving and make him sigh deeper into your folds.

The only thing the groans did was push you over the edge, and when he placed his tongue firmly against your clit, a quiet scream from your lips. Your stomach coil unwound, soaking his face completely.

He slowly removed his fingers from your drenched pussy, your cum spilling out from your puffy folds. Before rising his head, he places a kiss on your clit and your mewl softly in overstimulation.

"Are you alright, love?" he asks worried, kissing away the pleasure-caused tears streaming down your cheeks and the side of your face. "Do you feel better."

You were so tired just after that one orgasm and Itachi seemed to notice and he lifted you from the couch so that you were able to rest on him, snuggling up against him on the couch now. "Thank you, Itachi."

"Anything for you."

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[vulpisnocturna]

Maybe this is little too late but what about 23 with Itachi?

Not too late at all!

23)  Free use kink. Character and Reader have agreed that Character can have sex with Reader anytime they want, even if Reader is otherwise occupied, not in the mood, etc. It's a big turn-on for Character to be able to use Reader for pleasure at literally any time, any place.

NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, creampie, Itachi’s not blind af

Itachi was not the type of man to have many lewd dreams. Most of the time, he had nightmares. Sometimes, he had nightmares disguised as memories of a peaceful time, and those were the worst type of dreams, because he would wake with a heavy heart and a lump in his throat, and a crushing emptiness inside him that could never be filled.

However, he was a man with a tight leash on his emotions, and he almost never lost control. He almost never had any type of lewd dream. But he had that night, and he’d woken up impossibly hard and straining to feel you, any part of you, to reach over and make you feel good, to hear those sounds that pleased him to no end.

And because you had made it clear that you wanted him to touch you whenever he wished, even when you were busy, even when you slept, he did just that. He moved silently, as he always did, but with the added care of not wanting you to wake up straightaway. This was a game, and Itachi’s life lacked entertainment. So he made up for it by posing a challenge to himself. Would he be able to make you cum without waking you up?

He ghosted his fingertips over your waist and hip as you slept on your side, hiking up his shirt that you always wore to bed and slipping the duvet off of you to gaze upon you. Even in the darkness, Itachi could make out your features with his sharingan, and his fingers could feel the softness of your skin, and the swift change when the air and his touch made it pebble with goosebumps.

To him, you were a marvel of nature. Some kind of amalgam of everything that was beautiful and pure in that wretched world, something that made living worth all the suffering that he endured. Someone that made him want to live, to make amends, to heal with the same hands that had torn so much apart.

And with those same hands, the fact that he could make you experience bliss and make you so lost within your pleasure that you could not think made him feel good about himself.

Being with you, pleasuring you, loving you, it was all he could do to let his vulnerabilities, his truth, slip through the walls he had built when he had taken the mission that had destroyed so many lives.

And so he touched you in all the places that made you sigh and squirm, he kissed above your collarbones, skimmed over your pebbled nipples, traced your inner thigh. Instinctively, perhaps, your legs parted for him, and he gently traced between your thighs, a slight smirk stretching his lips at the dampness of the fabric of your panties.

He had always found you so pliant. And you were, even as you slept, and Itachi slipped his hand under your panties, his fingers parting your skin so his middle could gently circle your clit. Softly, lazily, a subtle caress that made your lips part and your back arch a little, a soft moan pouring out of your mouth and making Itachi’s cock twitch in his trousers. He placed featherlight kisses on your neck, his tongue darting to trace the pulsing artery as his fingers easily slipped inside you, curling inward.

‘That’s my sweet girl’ he whispered, a sense of self-satisfaction washing over him as you whimpered and started gently rolling your hips into his hand, still asleep, possibly dreaming of him.

He rubbed along the parts of you that made you mewl and moan for him, peppering your throat with kisses and licks and the occasional small suck. He liked marking your skin. Liked seeing you wear the marks of his love, and perhaps, he liked making it known you were his. It was selfish and possessive, but Itachi felt that way nonetheless, and judging by the way you sometimes asked him to do it yourself, and how you moaned for him when he did, he could surmise you did not mind.

He coaxed moan after moan from you, straining against the fabric of his comfortable trousers when you slurred his name in your sleep, letting him know that he was at the forefront of your mind even as you slept, ignoring that your dreams were reality.

‘My pretty girl. You are so close, I can tell. I can always tell from the sounds you make and the way you tighten around my fingers. You’re doing so well. Just a little more and I will fuck you just like you want me to- and you will wake to find me buried inside you, and you will look so sweet as you realise what is happening’ he murmured, his other hand now palming his cock, relieving some of the tightness he felt as he waited for you to cum. He wanted you to do so whilst you slept.

And Itachi had a knack for getting what he wanted in bed. Because what he wanted was always you. You were the priority, his sole focus, and everything he did was for you: every touch, every lick, every kiss and bite and push of his fingers, every part of his body was consumed with the idea of making you come undone. Consumed with seeing the effect he had on you. That in it of itself was bliss for him.

And when you asked him to be rougher than he would have if you hadn’t, even then it was about you. He was unrestrained and sought his own pleasure too, but he made you scream and cum more times than you could count, just because he could.

Just because, just like that very moment, you would pant and sigh and moan and cry as your orgasm washed over you, even as you slept through it. And Itachi had won.

He praised you again in a hushed voice, slipping his fingers out and sucking them clean, moaning quietly at the taste of you. He wanted to bury his face between your legs, but he could not wait anymore. His dream had left him wanting with a burning passion, and he needed to feel you around his cock.

He gently turned you on your stomach, slipping your soaked panties down your legs and spreading your thighs, taking off his clothes and looking up at your face as he guided his cock inside your cunt. It was the best thing Itachi could ever hope to feel: wet, tight, warm, perfect around him. He groaned, bracing himself on his forearms and hiking your shirt up to suck on one of your nipples, tearing a little gasp fom you as he buried himself to the base of his cock.

‘Mh-‘tachi’ you moaned, louder, your voice slurred only by pleasure now as your eyes set on him.

‘Hello, my love. You feel perfect. You have been so sweet for me. Keep making those sounds’ he said, not giving you the time to conjure a reply as he kissed you passionately, gripping your thigh and your jaw and tracing your lower lip with his tongue. You melted in his arms, your fingers curling on the skin of his back, drawing him closer, holding him as if you couldn’t get enough of him.

Itachi groaned, his forehead against yours, his thrusts getting rougher and deeper. You let out a whine, your back arching, your nails sinking in his shoulder blades.

Itachi liked the feeling. The pain only made him lose control more, and he liked knowing he was making you so aggressive and rough when he fucked you. So he continued at that pace, his necklace dangling against your chin with every push of his hips against you.

‘Itachi- so close…’ you moaned, holding onto his biceps, your legs high up around his waist. Itachi was getting closer and closer too, so he straightened up, giving you a lust-laden look before he lifted your legs on his shoulders, moaning at the feeling of depth that position granted him.

You must have enjoyed it too, because your head thrashed from side to side, your chest heaving with every pant and gasp, your hands fisting and clutching the sheets for dear life.

‘That’s it. You’re taking me so well, mh? Are you going to cum for me, my love?’ he pressed, watching you, entranced, as you bit down on your bottom lip and clamped around him, throbbing with your orgasm, making him moan at the feeling. His head hung back towards the ceiling, his eyelids growing heavy with bliss as he got rougher, keeping his eyes open so he would not miss a single thing, from the way your mouth was agape, to your scrunched up eyes and messy hair around your beautiful face.

‘Good girl. You feel like heaven-‘ he breathed, his voice strained as he gave a few more thrusts before he came inside you, just as he loved doing. One day, he thought, you would stop taking your contraception and he would create a family with you.