You’re one of the only ppl that still write for Jiraiya and I eat it up!!! What positions would he like do you think? Can add other Naruto charas if you get the inspo! Thanks for your writing, it’s always fantastic <3
tysm! i would love to know your input on the new writing style i tried for this one!
“What’s your favorite position?”
featuring: Jiraiya, Kakashi, Itachi, Gai, Naruto, Sasuke, Kiba, Lee
i did smth a little different this time by making it both hc and fic layout. let me know if yall fuck with this or not
not proofread!!!
Jiraiya
doggy, missionary, cowgirl, full nelson, 69, reverse cowgirl, every single one you can think of.
Jiraiya’s a sex addict, as we know. he is perfectly fine and equally obsessed with any position.
he’s nasty with it too, absolutely no care in the world while he pounds into you from behind. your in the nastiest doggy style position of your life: head tilted to the side while being pushed down into the pillow, tears and drool leaking from you face, back arched so harshly you know it’s gonna ache in the morning, and don’t even get me started on the sounds. Skin slapping, incoherent blabbering and moans from you, and of course…the cocky ass mf that’s fucking you like this.
“Just like that baby….your doing real good f’me…” you wish you could wipe that smug smirk right off of his stupidly handsome face. but honestly your body is so exhausted your arms are unable to move. your paralyzed and at his mercy, and you really couldn’t be any happier than right now.
After he cum inside of you, leaving another frothy white ring around his cock, he changes positions. your flipped onto your back faster than your brain can comprehend before he’s right back inside of you, rearranging your guts for the fourth time tonight. or maybe fifth….? who knows at this point. 
Kakashi
cowgirl, need i say more?
i will die on the sub kakashi hill, so this one definitely takes the cake as his favorite.
i also believe that after his long days of teaching or missions, he’s more tired than anything and really would appreciate you being on top—but that doesn’t mean he won’t provide for you too!
Kakashi doesn’t want to be anywhere else but underneath your beautiful body while you use him however you like. He’s tired, worn out, and his brain feels like mush from dealing with naruto’s constant talking. Luckily, his perfect darling wife is there to save the day by bouncing on his cock and milking him dry. it’s nights like there where kakashi will tear his mask right off and moan unashamed for you.
“Fuck baby…just like that…” he’d groan softly, letting his eyes shut as your pussy takes away all of the stress from his tense body. He wouldn’t take long to finish, holding onto your hips with shaky hands as he cums inside. “sorry…” he’d softly say as his body comes down from its high. “It’s okay my love…you’re tired…i understand.” you’d kiss his cheek lovingly, reassuring the poor man that it’s okay to take a break. But honestly what kind of man wouldn’t finish his wife off before going to sleep?
Kakashi’s second favorite position is his face being buried deep in between your thighs. Kakashi is a munch and he knows damn well he’s good at it too. lazily slurping at your hole while his nose presses at your clit…he has all the techniques down. “K-kakashi!” you grab his hair, pulling on those pretty gray strands as he eats you out like a starved man. he’s just moan into you, rewarding you kindly for the riding you just performed. both of your are going to sleep satisfied and happy.
Itachi
missionary
very classy and unoriginal, but he has his reasons for it.
Itachi loves you in quiet ways. He doesn’t feel the need to shout it out from rooftops. and he feels the same way about sex. sex has always been described as messy, rough, another way to show ownership of each other. That made Itachi feel sick, yes he owned you just how you owned him but why did you need to roughly love eachother to show that?
“Good girl….focus on me.” as if you had a choice. Itachi was slowly pumping his cock in and out of you, and honestly right now you’d rather him go fast. With the pace he set, you could feel every vein and ridge fill your walls, and the length he had was too much to bear. “Itachi!” He shushed you softly, lips pressing against your pulse point as a way to soothe. “None of that my love…just relax. let go…let me do all of the thinking for you…”
With your shaky legs wrapped around his torso and limp arms stuck to his back, you couldn’t really argue much. Itachi knew just how to work your body, he knew just what to do to bring you to the edge. Sometimes he was a little too good at it…and sometimes you also believed he used his genjutstu on you. but how could you complain when he could easily draw three orgasms out of you within 5 minutes 🤷♀️
Gai
girl i don’t even wanna know the positions he puts you in.
he thinks of sex like training. yes there was one time where a handstand was involved, don’t ask me idk.
but as for his ultimate favorite, i think he’d love some mating press sex.
Gai loves being pressed nice and close to your body, his sweaty hair sticking to your forehead as he breaths in your exhales. “Maito…harder…” you like to make it challenging for him, because that’s what you two are all about. rivalry. and what’s rivalry without challenge? He loves the way you are, and he think it’s quite amusing that you still try to boss him around even though you have no way to escape him. your in no position to be in control, especially not when he’s balls deep inside of you and your still soaking for him. he had every right and reason to shut you up and pound into tomorrow. but he doesn’t, because you have him wrapped around your finger.
“Yes ma’am.” he’d respond, a little too enthusiastically before doing as you requested. He wonders how many calories he’s burning right now and how much hips strength he’s gaining. but all of those irrelevant thoughts leak out of his ears the second he feels your soft hands on the back of his neck, running through his black hair. “M-maito! i’m gonna…” Your soft moans remind him why he even trains in the first place. he has too much to protect. (aka…you)
and don’t even get me started with the way you dig your nails into his back muscles and biceps when your close. It fuels his determined mind to lift more and more until his body can’t even handle it. your hands admiring his hard work makes every part of the agonizing training worth it. He explains it to Lee in that way, telling him that when he finds a woman he will be pushed to train further. though he does leave the sex part out…he doesn’t want to talk about allat with his non-biological son
Naruto
oh please…he doesn’t even know what the hell a sex position is. he just pounces on you and however you guys land is how you do it.
Though 69 will take the cake for naruto.
To Naruto, there’s nothing better than eating you out. And there’s also nothing better than getting a blowjob from you. with 69….he gets the best of both worlds. He’s laid back on his bed, muscular legs spread apart and hands digging into your flesh while you’re on top of him, straddling his face and gripping onto his knees for stability. Naruto’s on cloud nine, smile plastered onto his lip as his tongue flicks against your clit messily and sporadically. He’s changing things up so fast you’re not too sure what to focus on.
“Naruto….slow down…” he hums in disapproval, slightly smacking your thigh so you’ll get your mouth busy again. You try your best, focusing on the task at hand but the way his mouth moves again your cunt is too much to handle. don’t worry though, Naruto understands. he knows he’s a good eater (duh!) so he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt and let you ride his face like there’s no tomorrow.
and no he doesn’t care if he can’t breath. suffocate him between your legs, that’s exactly where he wants to die. “Mmm….lets go again!” he’d be too energetic after while your limp body lays against the sheets. “Soon baby….i need a minute.” you chuckled, wondering how your poor bodies gonna survive spending the rest of your life with this man. but it’s all worth it in the end.
Sasuke
sasuke is a pretty calm soul during sex, he isn’t into the whole messy, crazy stuff. (though he definitely can be like that sometimes)
looking into your eyes can be a very intimate thing, but sometimes too intimate for him. which is why i believe sasuke would like doggy style.
“Very well done….your doing good.” sasuke would whisper, his voice sounding so monotone you weren’t actually sure if he was being sarcastic or not. He was just trying to keep his cool, he wanted to seem like he was holding it together. when in reality, his sanity was being stripped away by the tightness of your cunt.
You were like a vice around him, and it was driving him crazy. he had you bent over, face first into the pillows and ass in the air. he wasn’t holding you down or pounding into you, he was very gentle. Sasuke just liked this position so that he didn’t have to stare into your eyes. that was too much for him sometimes. your eyes just do something to his body that he can’t explain.
“S-sas….right there…” he always hit the best spots, even when he was unsure of it. your praise keeps him going, it fuels his ego. but he would never admit that. “Right there?” he’d smirk a bit, letting himself get a little cocky as he thrusts right into that special spot, making your finish all over the bed sheets. he tries to act so stoic, but you know how insecure he is deep down. so making him feel all strong like this is something your willing to do to keep him proud of himself.
Kiba
like sasuke, kiba’s favorite is doggy. but for completely different reasons.
doggy style lets him get deeper, rougher, messier, etc. let me get into this:
“Keep screaming like that, baby.” he’d have the most smug smirk of his life painted on his lips as he pounds your ass into next week. he would hold your face down, completely unashamed as he lets the sinful sound of skin on skin fill the room. This would be your third round at this point, your thighs were violently shaking, threatening to give in and let your body fall. but don’t worry, that won’t stop Kiba. he’ll just continue holding you up while fucking you, not even stoping for a damn second.
“Kiba! w-wait!” your voice falls deaf to his ears as he growls, gripping into your hips as obliterates your cunt. There’s no waiting or breaks with Kiba, you just have to sit there and take what he gives you. but how can you complain when he flips you around and you get to look at that greek god body. it’s all nice and sweaty, all of his muscles tensing and on display for you. it makes this whole thing worth it
after doggy he’d fuck you in a mating press, holding the backs of your thighs back as your bodies rub against eachother. “Yeah fucking take it.” his voice is all raspy now, and it’s turning you on much more than you’d like to admit. he uses this time to pull your hair, spit in your mouth, and tease you for how pathetic your being for him. he’s such an asshole sometimes….but he’s your asshole.
Lee
like his sensei, lee thinks of sex like training. but he’s not all crazy about the positions mostly because he’s not very knowledgeable about sex.
i think lee would like missionary because he kiss you and hold you as much as he pleases. but he also loves cowgirl, but you won’t be riding him. he’ll thrust up into you like he’s on a hip thrust machine (it trains his glutes and quads LMAO)
“L-lee slow down!” He has you on his lap, griping onto his biceps for dear life and he easily fucks up into you at an inhumane pace. “P-promised you five orgasms tonight! i can not disappoint!” he says it as if he’s doing a motivational speech. Lee’s just as overstimulated as you are, the only difference is, you’re exhausted. he’s just getting started.
Once he gives you three in that position, he’ll switch it up. now he has you in missionary, your gentle hands tracing down his lean spine as he fucks you much slower than before. You have to explain to him that being soft is okay too, and that you like it. “Am I doing a good job?” he asks, puppy eyes looking down at you. It makes your heart swell up when he looks like this, all cute and determined. how can someone look so innocent while actively destroying your pussy? “Amazing job.” you correct.
The kisses with him go crazy. he’s obsessed with your lips, and you’re obsessed with his. missionary give you the perfect opportunity to make out with his pretty face. it’s always so messy at first, but eventually he finds a rythme with you, making it soft and sweet. he’d cum much faster while kissing you, mumbling apologies into your mouth because he feels bad. but he can’t help it! it felt too good!
warnings — fem!reader (ur dialogue is in pink!) mentions of cheating-doesn’t actually happen - bdsm themes - sub!sasuke and sub!gaara idc - written in hc and fic format (lmk if u like!) NOTES AT END!!
Kakashi hardly made you mad, and even now, you weren’t mad per se.
Kakashi worked a lot, and he dealt with naruto and gai and everyone else’s shenanigans, leaving him exhausted by the time he came home. sometimes he wouldn’t even eat or shower, he’d just flop into your shared bed and fall asleep. He’d really try his best though. sometimes he’d come home with take out to make it up to you for skipping dinner the night prior. or he’d ask if you’d like to read together (but he’d be out like a light after 5 minutes) and of course, he’d offer sex. it was healthy in a relationship to have inter course, and obviously since his girlfriend (you) was so beautiful he’d want you in that aspect. everything would go fine in he beginning. light kisses down your neck as his knee ground into your panties, stimulating where you needed him most. his shirt would be off, then yours…then his mouth would be on your breasts. you’d be really feeling it, getting all worked up and excited until….his mouth stopped moving. you were confused, finally opening your eyes to see your lover has fallen asleep. And while of course, you knew he desperately needed the sleep, now you were left hot and bothered. which was never a fun feeling.
He felt so bad when he woke up, he offered to eat you out to compensate but you weren’t in the mood. you smiled, telling him it was fine but he knew that was a lie. Kakashi realized he had to do something to makeup for all of the nights he’s been neglecting you and your sweet body. He took a weekend off of work and decided to bring you to a nice, quiet village outside of town. one where no one really knew him. There wasn’t much to do around here, but that’s exactly what he wanted. he was going to spend every waking second of this trip only focused on you and you alone.
“You really don’t need to do this, Kashi…” you explained, using that cute nickname you made for him. “I understand you work a lot, i knew that when we started dating. i don’t hold anything against you.” but he didn’t care. he owed you this, and beyond that, he’s been missing you too. “Nonsense….we deserve this.” he said, smiling through the mask as he shows you to the room he booked out. it was a nice room, very standard. except for the bed…which was abnormally big. ^Did he rent out a love room?^ you looked at your boyfriend, who slowly took his mask off with a bit of a sheepish grin. “Let me make it up to you…please?” he asked, gently taking ahold of your hand. “Well…when you put it that way….” you chuckled, blushing a bit.
“Kakashi! fuck…” You tried covering your mouth, forgetting that you weren’t at home with neighbors around anymore. Kakashi has your legs over his wide shoulder, holding you there as his tongue worked magic on your cunt. Kakashi was a munch, and you quickly learned this in the beginning of your relationship. but this was insane, unlike anything you’ve ever felt him do before. It wasn’t long before you noticed Kakashi humping the mattress underneath you two. Clearly, you weren’t the only one that was pent up like this.
“So beautiful…” he mumbled, stopping his actions for just a second to look up at you with his pathetically tired eyes and his chin drenched in your juices. “I still don’t know how I got so lucky with a woman like you.” Kakashi definitely felt like a loser compared to you. You were so beautiful, so kind, so funny…he kind of felt like some weird creature you decided to marry. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Kashi….! m’gonna cum…” those were his favorite words to hear from you. He didn’t respond, instead he just locked in even further, getting his tongue nice and deep in your hole while his nose toyed with your clit, making the perfect combination to bring you to climax. you squeezed your thighs around his head (which was the perfect way to die in his perspective) and came hard, wetting not only the bed but also your lover’s face. After gaining some more conscious, you looked down, noticing the mess. “Oh baby i’m sorry…” you said, clearly embarrassed. But now that you got a better look at Kakashi’s face, he was anything but upset. he looked totally pussy drunk, his pupils blown out and everything as he had a stupid grin on his face.
“Do you think you can do that a couple more times?”
Jiraiya / makeup sex
Jiraiya was a flirt, he was that way with every woman. and no, just because he’s settled down doesn’t mean that part of him ever leaves.
he would never cheat on you, not in a million years. and you knew that. Jiraiya was the most loyal man you’ve ever met. he worshipped the ground you walked on, literally he would kiss the floor. he was strange, but it made you feel important. and more than just sexually, he showed you sides of him he would never let another soul see. he’d even let you read his books before they were finished or edited, which was very unlike Jiraiya. but that’s because he trusted you greatly.
He was respectful to women, which is something you adored. a man being disrespectful to a lady was a huge red flag. but sometimes, he’d be too respectful. sometimes he’d flirt. For example, he took you out to eat. the waitress recognized him as one of the legendary sanin. She clearly was flirting; twirling her hair and giggling at every word he said. you couldn’t blame her, your husband was attractive and he held a big title in the leaf village. the part that made you mad, was that he didn’t shut it down. you expected him to introduce you as his wife, or maybe slowly back off the conversation. but instead he laughed along, feeding into it and even offering to sign an autograph for her. It ticked you off. You knew he would never go home with her but still, you felt betrayed.
Jiraiya didn’t think it was a big deal, he felt that you were being overdramatic. and for a long period of time, you convinced yourself that maybe you were just being stupid about the whole thing. you brushed it off for a while, you let all of that jealous anger build up until you popped.
it was another date night, this time he took you out to the village during a festival. everything was going fine, the both of you were a bit tipsy and ready to call it a night before the bartender tapped on your husband’s shoulder. She was offering a body shot, which made you chuckle. ^No married man would do that…^ but then he looked at you, basically asking if it was okay. you were appalled. ^OBVIOUSLY NOT!!^
he didn’t understand why you left without saying anything, and you wouldn’t even let him back into the room for about an hour. but finally you were getting sick of his begging and whining from outside the door. “Baby girl, don’t be like this. you know i love you so much, i didn’t mean to make you mad.” you thought it was pathetic. “I’m tired of fighting for your attention, Jiraiya. i’m your wife, i should be the only one you want.” You said, clearly frustrated. this conversation has been long over due. “Princess, you are the only one that i want. how could you even think other wise?” you have him a glare, pointing out the obvious. “Ok ok…i get your point. i know that…i like to flirt…” he said, getting a little sheepish because he hated to admit he was in the wrong. “But you’re the only woman for me. you’re the only woman that i love…the only woman that could ever get me going.” he said, you just rolled your eyes. fighting him wasn’t worth it, and you could tell he was sorry. you sighed, sitting on the bed and crossing your legs, looking at him with furrowed brows, almost as if he was beneath you. “Ok….then prove it. make me believe that i’m the only woman that could ‘get you going.” and trust…he did more than just prove it.
He had you pushed down into the mattress, face down, ass up. just how he liked it. Jiraiya was so much bigger than you, not just in height but in size as well. His hand could cover almost the entire back of your head, which made it perfect for situations like these where he was holding your head down. His cock was driving into you at an inhumane pace. You always would assume he’d be tired out quicker than you because of his age…but think again. he’s gotten you to squirt about three times by now, and he hasn’t even cum once.
“J—iraiya!” you screamed, the sound scratching the back of you throat as he found you sweet spot again, pounding into it like there was no tomorrow.
“Listen to yourself…no other woman could say my name like that.” he smirked, Jiraiya was feeling so damn smug right now. While this position was great…he’d much rather see the front of you for the other assets. He always claims it’s your face, but you’ve learned by now that he’s taking about your tits. He pulled out, easily manhandling you to flip over. he placed your shaky legs over his shoulder and sunk right back into your wet and inviting hole. You gasped, nails digging into his biceps, trying to find stability. “Yeah, just like that princess. I’m only here to please ya and provide for ya.” he started thrusting again, knocking the wind out of you each time.
“How could I ever love another woman, when i have the most perfect one right in-front of me?”
Naruto Uzumaki / angry sex
He was just so annoying. Constantly messing up your mission plans with his sporadic actions and reckless shouting. The amount of times he's almost gotten the both of you killed was beyond a number you could count to. Naruto Uzumaki was the most obnoxious and stupid mad you’ve ever met.
But you weren’t any better. You bossed him around and criticized his every move. You’d never want to do anything fun, you were much too serious for him. and it was pissing him off. You always called him annoying…but did you even know how annoying you were to him?
Your cute pouty lips drove him insane. the way you’d cross your arms and show off your cleavage when you were pissed off made him feel feral. He wasn’t sure if you were doing this on purpose, or if you were completely oblivious to the effect you had on his body. the amount of times he’d take a punch from sasuke or trip while walking simply just because he was so distracted by you. he was fed up, he was sick and tired of you calling him annoying when this whole time you’d been practically shoving your ass into his crotch during training. he was so sick of you calling him an idiot all the while your tongue licks your chopsticks like that while staring right at him. He couldn’t bear this torture anymore, so he was going to give it to you hard. he was going to make you feel how awful it’s been for him these past years of knowing you and being blue balled every single time you’ve interacted.
you on the other hand, knew exactly what you were doing. maybe not at first, no, it was on accident. but soon you started noticing it, the way his breath would hitch and his blue eyes would dart down to your tits for a moment. he thought he was sly, but he wasn’t. maybe sucking on your chopsticks like that was an evil move, knowing that the poor uzumaki was struggling to hide his borner across the table from you. but you didn’t care. he teased too. he’d walk around shirtless on purpose, walking up way too close to you while you were ovulating because he knew his scent drove you crazy. his touches would linger on your hips all the time, sometimes even your thigh. and the whispering… he’d come up real close to your ear, his warm lips grazing you skin as he’d whisper soemthing to you low and deep. it was always something stupid of course, like an “i’m hungry” or “im bored.” but still….you wanted him. and you wanted to show that stupid man that you were sick and tired of this teasing.
So here you were, sitting on his lap, grinding your clothed crotch against his while hungrily making out. well…more like eating each other’s faces off. It was a lot of teeth, tongue, and spit. it was messy, but that’s exactly when you were going for. You were both trying to fight for dominance in this kiss, and while sure you were on top, unfortunately Naruto was winning. His hands seemed to be everywhere, but you were able to pin point their location once he gave your ass a slap. It was unexpected, so your mouth dropped open, letting out a soft gasp into his mouth. the blonde smirked, taking every second of this remembering it to use as black mail at a later date. “You like that? Who knew you’d be such a slut for me?” You wished you could punch him in the face, and you almost did…until he cupped your clothed cunt from behind, his much larger fingers making contact with your clit. You arched into him, your hands holding onto his shoulder as your body gave you away, making you moan. He chuckled, and you wanted to hit him again. “All those times you gave me attitude, pouting at me and calling me stupid….i bet you just wanted my cock.” and you couldn’t even deny it, because you knew he was right.
It wasn’t long until he had you lying on your back on his bed, his cock pounding into you at a pace only Naruto Uzumaki could manage. All you could do was whimper and scratch your nails down his body. You didn’t want to give him so quickly, so you made sure each scratch was hard. But soon you couldn’t even think anymore, so instead one hand held his shoulder while the other pushed down on his abdomen, almost trying to push him away but not really. you’d probably die if he stopped now. You were mostly just touching the sun like symbol on his stomach, you thought it was intresting…and honestly you’ve been dying to touch it ever since you saw him shirtless. “I can feel you clenching…f-fuck stop doing that…” Naruto wasn’t as cocky when he was balls deep inside of you, he was falling apart too. he was sweating like crazy, all of muscles flexing as he drilled into your tight hole. in the beginning, you both said it would only be one time. but naruto was quickly understanding that he couldn’t just do this one time…he was going to crave you and your pussy after this.
You both came a lot, and once he was done, he flopped his entire sweaty body onto you. He was hot too, literally. you groaned, trying to push him off. “Narutoooo you’re too heavy!” you complained, which made him laugh. but this time it was a real laugh, not one of those condescending ones he usually did. you were expecting him to want you to leave afterwards, but he wasn’t like that. He made instant ramen and helped you clean up. he even fed it to you (and gave you some of his because you wanted to try it….naruto usually never let anyone eat his food.) You started to realize that maybe you were in love with naruto uzumaki
Naruto, on the other hand, found out he was in love with you a long time ago.
Sasuke Uchiha / angry sex
Sasuke Uchiha was the most arrogant, self entitled, asshole on the planet. all you wanted to do was rip him to pieces and prove that someone out there is stronger than him. but that was hard to do when he beat you every single time you trained together.
It would have been easier if he just shut him mouth and let you accept defeat in silence. but instead, he always had to say something cruel like, “Maybe next time you’ll get better.” or “This is worst than last well, Y/n….” or sometimes he’s only mutter a word…but the word would drive you insane. “Pathetic.”
He was calling you pathetic. it made you angry, more than just angry, it made you almost sick to your stomach from how badly you wanted to punch him in his stupidly handsome face. You couldn’t deny that Sasuke was attractive, his pale complexion with that dark silky hair really got it going for you. he was your type nonetheless. But his personality made you fill with rage. ^He’d look good crying…that’s what i want him to do.^ it started out with wanting him to cry from losing so bad…but soon you started imagining it more….and suddenly it wasn’t just from losing. Soon you started imagining him entering you got the first time, you’d make sure to clench down so hard that this man would be seeing stars. tears would stream down his perfectly smooth face as he begged to fuck you. You wanted him to beg so badly…that will really show who the pathetic one was.
What you didn’t know is…Sasuke imagined it too. that angry look in your eyes really did something to him. Everyone was so gentle with sasuke, but you weren’t. you were far from it. you were so mean, constantly attacking him and spewing insults. he would roll his eyes, but secretly his cock would be stirring away under his cloak. who knew that Sasuke was such a little masochist. he wanted you to grip onto his hair and spit on his face while looking down at him like that, calling him a stupid virgin or dumb whore. He’d beg for you, even though he hated to admit it, he knew he’d beg for you. but he never thought it would actually happen…until one day when he thought he was alone. you two just stopped training, and today you were extra feisty. you managed to scratch his face with your knife, causing a bit of blood. He called you pathetic again, of course, knowing it would rile you up. And you looked at him like that again, like you wanted to rip him to shreds. his heart started racing but he kept his cool. “You’re such an arrogant man. so selfish and stupid. you’re the pathetic one. you’re just a pathetic man!” you shouted, blinded by rage. you were oblivious to the tent in his pants. his face turned red and he left without a word. you thought you went too far, you actually felt bad. ^I agreed to train with him…it’s my fault for losing. i shouldn’t have taken it out on him like that.^ you noticed he walked into one of the empty meeting rooms. you assumed he was there to regulate his emotions so you followed without knocking. “Hey Sasuke, i’m sorry about what i said…” your words trailed off. you didn’t expect to see him with his hands down his pants and his dark, pathetic eyes staring up at you with tears. his face turned red again, he was so embarrassed but he couldn’t stop. he wanted to be humiliated by you, it’s all he’s ever wanted. and now you finally understood. so you crossed your arms, staring at him with a smirk. “Wow sasuke….you really are pathetic…”
You had him on his knees, knelt between your thighs. you made him strip his clothes off a long time ago. now he was completely bare to you, nothing left, not even his dignity. You brushed back his bangs, grabbing a good chunk of his silky black hair before pulling his head back. he let out a whimper, his red cock twitching at the feeling. “How long have you been touching yourself like that while thinking about me?” you asked, dragging your finger across the Uchiha’s sharp jaw line. He didn’t answer, he was embarrassed. and the tears in his eyes really proved that. but you weren’t playing around. ^All those times of beating me and now he thinks he can disobey me? God….part of me thinks he wants to be punished…^ you were right about that. “Answer me.” you pulled harder, and his mouth dropped open into a moan. “A l-long time…” he mumbled, struggling to keep eye contact with you. You didn’t respond, instead you gathered some spit in your mouth and spit it onto his face, letting it splatter. he whimpered again, he felt like he could cum hands free just from this.
You couldn’t deny how cute he was right now, all teary eyes and looking up at you through those beautiful lashes. you always hated how handsome he was, it was fair for such an asshole to be so attractive. But right now, he was anything but an asshole. Right now, his face was buried between your legs as he sucked at your clit, his pathetic eyes looking up at you through tears. “That’s a good slut…sasuke..” you moaned softly, arching your back into his mouth, trying to chase the feeling. He moaned at the praise, sending vibrations through your cunt. but right now he didn’t want praise, he wanted you to be mean. so he acted out again and bit your inner thigh, making you flinch. “You really don’t know when to stop, do you?”
Never in your life did you ever imagine you’d be spanking a man, especially not Sasuke Uchiha…but here you were, with Sasuke bent over your lap as you hit his pale skin until it turned bright reddish-pink. He was a moaning mess, his face covered in tears and drool as you relentlessly hit his back side, making his cock leak all over the floor. “If you ever disobey me again Sasuke, i won’t be afraid to do this infront of everyone.” you threatened, and he whimpered at the thought. “Oh…do you like that?” You smirked, making his face turn as red as his ass. “You like the thought of having an audience watch how pathetic the last standing Uchiha is?” It was a long night, but it was definitely one to remember.
To say the least, he never trained with you again, he was much too afraid to act out now. but every night he’d come back to your place and get on his knees without even needing to be demanded. he was truly yours now.
Kiba Inuzuka / makeup sex
Kiba wasn’t always so shitty to you. he used to be so kind when you were kids. he’d always tend to your needs and carry you after missions when you got too tired. He’d defend you with his life and would never even think to bad mouth anything that you do. You weren’t sure what changed….but now it’s almost as if he hates you.
He’d run behind you fast with akumaru, building enough wind speed to almost knock you down. Akumaru would never let you fall, he’d catch you on his fluffy back. But Kiba would always laugh, calling you names like clumsy or helpless. He started getting obnoxious too. he’d chew in your ear or flick food at you. sometimes he’d purposely get you to spill saki on yourself because he thought it was funny. and don’t even get me started on dates…forget about it.
the one time you tried to go on a date, you got dressed up real nice. it just so happened that kiba crossed your path on your way their. You looked so cute…so cute that it made him want to die. But then he realized you weren’t dressed like this for him…you were dressed like this for another man. so he decided to do what he always does, make you feel bad enough to not even bother with dates. “That’s really what you’re wearing…?” he laughed, and you got embarrassed. “And Jesus…relax with the perfume…you’re trying sooo hard to get laid it’s almost embarrassing!” He didn’t mean to make you cry, but once those tears left your eyes, his heart broke. “W-wait i didn’t mean-“ but it was too late, you already went home, locking yourself in.
You didn’t talk to anyone for 2 days after that, and people were starting to get worried. Kiba finally realized he had to man up and tell you what’s been actually going on. He took a lot of convincing to get you to open the door. “What do you want? are you just here to berate me again? are you here to bully me?” Kiba felt horrible, he didn’t mean to bully you. Kiba was in love with you, but this was the only way he really knew how to express it. He was only teasing, he didn’t mean to make you feel bullied. “I will admit…i went over board….i thought i was flirting but…guess not.” he was embarrassed too. “Seriously Kiba? flinging shit at me and calling me mean names is flirting?” you were so lost. “And what do you mean flirting? i thought you hated me.” Now Kiba was lost. “Hated you? i love you.” he didn’t mean to say that outloud. he sighed, you just stared at him all wide eyed. “I know…i have a lot of explaining to do but im not good with words.” he looked at you a bit pathetically, showing his sympathy. “Is there another way i can make it up to you?” You cocked your head to the side. “What do you mean?”
Out of all the things he could have done to make it up to you, sex wasn’t on the list of thing you thought of. Especially not sex this good.
Kiba took you right there on the counter of your kitchen, at first he was gentle, but that gentleness started to wear off as time passed, showing you how needy he truly was. The kiss initially surprised you, but you melted right into it. your fingers carding through his brown hair and your hands running up his shirt, feeling those toned muscles you so desperately wanted to kiss and mark as your own. It seemed he had the same idea, because it didn’t take him long before he started discarding his clothes. first was his shirt, revealing his tan skin. You blushed of course, Kiba Inuzuku was stripping right in front of you. He smirked, giving you a little flex. “Ya like what ya see, baby?” Your face got even redder. “Kiba w-wait…” he backed you up against the counter, the small of your back making contact with the cold marble of it. “I don’t think we should be doing this…” you whispered, your breath hitching as his eyes stared daggers into you, his body was pressed so closely, you could feel the heat radiating off of it. he was so much bigger than you, it was caging you in. “Don’t lie and tell me you don’t want it…” he chuckled, getting nice and close to your ear. you swore he growled. “I can smell your arousal…your body doesn’t lie to me…” you almost moaned as you felt his warm lips on your neck. All you could think about was how badly you wanted this man to claim you. ^Im so dirty having these thoughts…^ “You said you’d make it up to me…” you said, your voice a little shaky. “So you’ll do whatever i ask right?” He looked up, liking this challenging persona you had going on. he nodded, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. “Ok….then fuck me. hard. like you mean it.”
“Whatever you want, Y/n.” he smirked, showing off his sharp K-9 teeth.
Kiba had you bent over the counter, one hand in your hair as he pounded into you from behind. your legs were shaking, threatening to give out, but the protective grip Kiba had on your waist was enough to keep you stabilized. he marked the entirety of the back of your neck and shoulder blades with bites and hickeys. and the entire time, Kiba had a stupid smirk on his face and determination in his eyes. he let go of your hair and moved to hold your jaw, pulling you back so that he could see your cock drunk face. “Damn baby, pussy’s sucking me right back in.” he chuckled. you just stared at him with tears in your eyes and your mouth dropped open. he was absolutely destroying you, and you couldn’t get enough of it. “Do you forgive me now?” he asked, panting in your ear like a dog. You nodded your head
^Definitely forgiven….^
Shino Aburame / angry sex
Shino didn’t get angry. sure he’d get frustrated but never angry. but today was different…very different…you both had your first marriage fight.
Through the entirety of your relationship, there has never been a single argument. Shino always listened and obeyed, and you were always very open minded to his plans or complaints. You both knew not to take shit personally nor to argue over small things that didn’t matter. You both also had a pretty good routine of who does what chores and what days you cook and what days he cooks. Everything was great….until yesterday when you both freaked out on each other.
It was during a mission, Naruto, who was now the hokage, recommended you don’t go together since marriage can be a conflict of interests. but you both assured it would be fine. oh how wrong you were. Half way through, things got out of hand. “Stick to the plan.” Shino said as the leader of the mission. “The plan won’t work.” You said through your ear inner comms. “Stick to it anyway.” You weren’t expecting Shino to tell you no. You considered it for a moment, but things started looking worse. ^Going off of the plan is going to get us killed…i need to do something else.^ You made the decision of doing whatever felt right in the moment, or in other words, not sticking to the plan. It worked, everyone lived and you got what you came here for. but you did get pretty hurt. And shino…was pissed.
“I told you to stick to the plan.” He hissed out as you walked back. “The plan was fine in the beginning but not then. if i didn’t do what i did then we’d all be dead.” he rolled his eyes at your words. “Why are you so stubborn?” you gasped. “Me? stubborn? You’re the stubborn one!” The rest of your team didn’t even know what to do. you guys never fought so this was super weird. People were expecting you guys to figure things out the next day…but you didn’t. you both were still fighting and being passive aggressive. it was started to affect your moods towards other people. naruto has enough. “I’m tired of hearing people complain about you guys being assholes. so you’re gonna fix this.” He said, placing you both into one of the meeting rooms. “Either talk it out or…fuck it out. i don’t care. but you’re not coming out until it’s fixed.” he closed the doors and locked them from the outside. “Naruto!” you shouted, trying to open the doors. no use…you guys were fucked.
you both sat in silence for 20 minutes before you spoke first. “Listen…i’m sorry that i scared you. but i’m not sorry about what i did. i still believe it was the right move.” you hoped he let it go, but he didn’t. “If you stuck to the plan, we’d all be okay and uninjured. but now you’re hurt, because you insisted on being right.” you rolled your eyes this time. “You’re obsessed with this stupid plan.just admit that it was a bad one.” he crossed his arms. “It was a good plan. you just didn’t like the fact that you weren’t in charge for once.” You stood up, pacing a bit to blow off some steam. “Clearly we can’t talk this out.” “Yeah…guess not…” you both made eye contact, your breath hitching a bit. “Maybe we could…try naruto’s idea…” you mumbled. “Yeah…maybe….”
Naruto’s idea was working…it was working so well, that neither of you wanted to stop. Instead of using this anger to fight with each other or give the silent treatment, you were using it to fuck the daylights out of each other.
Thank god the glass desk of the meeting room was sturdy, because the way Shino had you slammed against it made you scared it would shatter. While Shino seemed so reckless, he was thinking of each and every move he was making. the last thing he’d want to do, even while this pissed off, would be to hurt you. Shino’s roughness didn’t surprise you though, he’s always been very dominant in bed. But just because he was dominant didn’t mean you were going to submit to him so easily like you usually did. you wanted to show him that you were angry too.
He had you sitting on the glass counter top, your pants and underwear hanging off one ankle as his cock was stuffed deep inside of your cunt. There was no foreplay, no kissing, Shino didn’t even take the time to undress you. it was all raw and angry, but that’s exactly what you both needed. “You never listen…” he said, his voice still monotone for the most part, but there was a bit of a rasp in it from how tightly your cunt was squeezing him. “So reckless….your going to get yourself killed.”
You moaned, holding onto him for dear life as he slammed you into the glass over and over again. “A-at least i actually finished the mission, unlike you- oh right there…” you shut your eyes, the feeling of pleasure running through your veins. it was starting to out do the anger, and he was on the same boat as you.
“Sometimes you’re so stupid…you don’t understand how scared I was.” He admitted through gritted teeth. You looked up at him, your eyes looking much more apologetic because you never really put that into perspective. “So apologize for being reckless.” His voice sent shivers down your spine, you wanted to push his limits further. “Fuck you…” it didn’t sound very threatening, not when your voice was so breathy. He stopping thrusting, pulling out of your pulsing cunt as you whined. “S-shino? i was close.” he cut you off by grabbing your hair and pulling your head back a bit. he had that dangerous look in his dark eyes, the one that made you even wetter than you already were.
“with that attitude…we’ll be in here all day.” And that’s exactly what happened hehe
Rock Lee / makeup sex
A bad boyfriend is the last phrase you’d ever use to describe your sweet boy, rock lee. he was kind, gentle, loving, caring, etc. he’d always be by your side the second you call his name no matter how far he may be. he’d massage the knots in your shoulders after training no matter how tired he is. he’d always profess his love for you outloud no matter how embarrassing it may seem to prove he’s not ashamed of loving you. he’d give you gifts, he’d give you kisses, he’d even let you try in his green jump suit (which is a HUGE step for lee) if you wanted to! he was obsessed with you. and you were happy….but there was just one thing…
time. he wouldn’t give you his time.
Lee was constantly training, and while you absolutely respected the self discipline and dedication he’d give to it (and the body he created with it hehe) sometimes you’d wish he’d stay in bed just one night and cuddle you until noon rather than leave at 4am for a morning run. or that maybe he’d stay home with you all day after a long mission instead of immediately starting his training back up. an beyond just giving you his time, you wanted him to give himself a break. his hands were always bruised and bloodied from over working them, and he was constantly straining muscles and breaking ribs. if he wasn’t training he was probably at the medical unit getting treatment. And while you knew your boyfriend was very strong and brave, sometimes he’d be too brave. taking on much crazier people that knew 10000 more jutsus than he’s even heard of. You knew one day he’d meet his match and maybe not make it out alive. any time you address your concerns, he just smiles and laughs. “Do not worry my flower! i can handle anything!” he’d treat it almost as a joke, as if you concerns were something silly when in fact that were very serious. and at some point you just couldn’t take it. you felt horrible for blowing up on him…but it was the only way to open his eyes.
“I just don’t understand…?” Lee tried to level with you, but at this point you were already a bursting bomb. there was no way to calm you down now. “I don’t want to be a widow lee! Is that such a hard concept for you to understand! You need to take care of yourself, and that includes breaks!” You shouted, tears brimming your eyes because so many emotions were circling your mind right now. He just got back from a month long mission. you haven’t seen him in a month. and now, even though it’s only been 10 hours since he’s been back, he was going back out to train with gai. “It’s only training, what else am i supposed to do?” He didn’t mean it like that, god no. he loved you more than life itself, he should have worded that better. You felt so hurt, so betrayed. “God forbid you have to hang out with girlfriend after not seeing her for a month.” you said sarcastically, crossing your arms and turning the other way because you knew you didn’t way to say anything you’d regret. “Flower…?” “Don’t flower me, Lee.” you interrupted. “We haven’t had a day to ourselves in over months…our last real date was 4 months ago!” you explained, trying not to shout anymore because Lee’s sad face made you feel all soft again. “I’m frustrated lee! you don’t take me seriously and while i appreciate everything you give me, i just want you. not gifts.” you sighed. “We haven’t had sex in four months either, i’m losing my mind. is it so bad that i just want some attention?” Something clicked in his head. he didn’t realize it’s been that long. no wonder you’re so pissed! ^Ive been denying my poor flower for so long….i have been failing at my boyfriend duties because i’ve been so distracted with training….^ he promised himself that he wouldn’t let you down. which is what led you here:
“L-lee!!” Lee’s fucked you with passion before, but never this intensely.
“I have let you down my goddess! I haven’t been satisfying you the way I should have been!” he spoke as if he was talking to his team about a failed mission. But in all honesty, most of his words were going in one ear and right out the other. his cock was hitting all the right spots to turn your brain to mush. but that was his goal, after all. “I will give you 5 no… 8 orgasms tonight!” he declared. ^Oh god…^ you knew there was no stopping him, so you might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
Missionary was first, hard and fast strokes while he kissed you much more gently when he was fucking you. “Lee…” you whined again, he shushed you softly. “Don’t worry sweetheart, let me take care of everything. Let me make it up to you.” He was able to draw out two orgasms from you in this position before he switched it up, crawling down your body while kissing and worshiping every inch of it. he stopped when his head got in between your legs. he looked up at you with those big eyes while eating you out. he looked so innocent, even like this. it made people always wonder if you topped in the relationship. which…sometimes you did. but they didn’t know how dominant lee could get when he was determined enough. and tonight was one of those nights where he swore to make you cum until you basically pass out. After squirting on his face, he switched up again. Fucking you doggy style, he tried to be gentle, but lee didn’t really understand how much strength he held. The headboard of your bed was slamming against the wall, you were sure you’d get noise complaints but you were too cock drunk to care. You came two more times, your body was limp and your eyes could barely stay open. But you still had 3 orgasms left.
And with Lee, there was no stopping him…not that you minded, of course
Shikamaru Nara / makeup sex
Shikamaru is the king of being lazy and nonchalant, which you knew of course. everyone did. but after 2 years of dating and now 3 months of being engaged, you’d think some things would change.
You moved in together, having a nice house near the hokage’s tower. While yes Shikamaru was a lazy man, you let it slide for the most part. the both of you works like animals, shikamaru the most now with his assistant job. So most of your nights together consisted of cuddling on the couch and eating left overs. sex was pretty much a fairy tale for you guys, it was rare. and when it did happen, it was quick and rushed. it was simply for some sweet release rather than anything else. most of the time your clothes didn’t even come off! But it’s been like this for what felt like forever. you missed how it used to be when you two first got together. even though your fiancé was lazy back then too, he still helped out. he’d make dinner every once and a while and sometimes even bring you out on dates (he’d call it a drag but you knew he liked it.) he’d try a little harder to look good for you and get you worked up. foreplay would last for ages, constant making out and teasing and groping. he used to be a certified munch, now you can’t even remember the last time he’s eaten you out. it was so hot back then, now he made sex seem like a chore. and it made you sad for a while, but now you were just angry.
And you made that known one day by putting your foot down and giving him the same treatment he’d give you. he came home after a long day, very confused on why dinner wasn’t made. “Babe…?” he asked, finding you sitting on the couch and reading a book. you looked extra cozy, you hair tied back and some random shirt and sweats on your body. you were going for an unattractive and lazy look, but to shikamaru, this is the hottest you’ve ever looked in your life. “Did you have a plan for dinner?” he asked, sensing that you were pissed about something. “Nope.” you said, popping the P sound. “hmm…” he walked up to you, towering over your figure laying on the couch. He dragged his knuckles across your exposed collar bone. just the simple touch made you was to squeeze your thighs together. but you didn’t, you stayed strong. “Not in the mood….” you mumbled, not even looking up at the man. “I’m just sooo tired…” now he knew what was wrong. “Oh i see….” he said, crossing his arms, pissed off that you were giving him this much attitude. “My baby’s feeling unwanted….” he smirked, knowing he caught your little plan. you blushed, looking up with a pout on your face. “Well obviously. you don’t even give me the light of day anymore.” he bit the inside of his cheek. he didn’t realize that he was leaving you unsatisfied. he huffed out a breath, pulling his shirt off and letting it drop to the living room floor. “so troublesome…” he mumbled. “you should have said something sooner.” Of course you were gawking at his naked chest, i mean how could you not? your fiancé was absolutely built like a tank. but you couldn’t give in so easily, not after he’s been giving you hell. “I said i’m not in the mood.” he rolled his eyes at your response. “I can practically smell how wet you are right now.” he said, making your face turn red. “Why don’t you stop being stubborn and let me worship you the way i was supposed to….” now that was an offer you couldn’t refuse.
being worshipped by Shikamaru was godly, it felt surreal. this is the only time he’d stop being lazy, an actually give a shit about something other than napping and smoking. But still, everything was done so slow, nothing was rushed. everything had intention and meaning behind it, and it drove the both of you crazy.
He brought you to your shared bed, holding you bridal style before crawling on top of you. Your makeout session was still rather lazy; messy movements of the tongue, slowly sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, silent whispers about how badly he needs you. Shikamaru ate you out for what felt like hours. His head game was insane, enough to have your eyes rolling back. “Shika…” all you could do was whine his name, which only made him chuckle. “What is it? you want more from me?” even during this kind of sex, he was still such a tease.
the fucking was nice and slow, but still enough to have your thighs shaking. You breathed into each other’s mouths, your noses touching as your eyes met. he vowed to never leave you up happy like this again.
and trust, he never broke his vow.
Gaara of the Sand / makeup sex
Now this one’s a little different, because it’s not gaara’s fault…it’s yours.
Gaara was your fiancé, and you’ve known eachother for ages. back in the day, there was definitely some dislike. Gaara was pretty damn mean though, but obviously you didn’t know the reasoning behind that. It took a long time for Gaara to break down those walls and let you in. he was paranoid, hesitant, and flinched anytime you went to touch him. he’d get distant at times, and he’d let work consume him. but no matter what happened, you were always there with open arms, waiting until he was ready to let it out.
Gaara was the kazekage, which made it rough to plan dates. and you, the wife of the kazekage and also head of the medical team in the sand village, were also insanely busy. For real dates, you’d had to plan months in advance. but you both understood that these were the mesures you guys would have to take if you wanted to be this involved in your village. you guys were happy with it, or at least, that’s what you thought. of course you’d love to see your fiancé more but you still got to see him every night and morning. and you’d always stop in on his lunch break to chit chat. you were busy too, the medical team was always needed. but it was your dream to help people, so you didn’t mind it. You thought everything was going fine, you had no idea gaara was feeling so neglected. Until the fateful day that you completely forgot about your date…
Gaara had gotten reservations at a very fancy restaurant, you both planned this four months ago, and today was the day. you had a calendar for situations like these, so that you wouldn’t forget. unfortunately…you still forgot. so when your coworker asked if you could come in to help today, you didn’t hesitate to say yes. Gaara waited at the restaurant for an hour, the waiter starting to feel quite bad for the poor kazekage, thinking he got stood up. Gaara understood that you were a busy person, but so was he. he felt a little…hurt that you forgot. he knew it wasn’t intentional, but still.
When you got home, Gaara was already there, making somthing on the stove. “Gaara…?” you asked in a confused tone, he usually got home later than you. he didn’t say anything. “Hi my rose, i wasn’t expecting to see you home so early.” you smiled, sneaking up behind him and kissing the back of his neck. he let out a deep breath, and you cocked your head to the side. “Gaara…? is everything okay?” He turned around, facing you with a neutral face. but you knew how to read his eyes, and you can tell he was upset about…something. “Did you forget what today was?” he asked, and you looked over at your calendar hanging on the fridge. “No no no, i made sure it was tomorrow…see it says…” you pointed at the calendar, your words trailing as you noticed, you in fact…missed the date. “Oh my god Gaara i’m so so sorry!” you put your hands together, you felt terrible knowing your poor, very socially awkward fiancé stayed there all alone; waiting for you…who never showed. “It’s okay…you’ve been busy…i understand…” he said. which was true, he did understand. but he was still a little upset. he was looking forward to spending tonight with you. “No gaara…this isn’t okay. i need to be at fault for this.” you explained. “Please let me make it up to you?”
His back arched off of the bed as you took him down your throat. you’ve given him head before, but this was much different. You were fully sucking him down, it almost felt like you were trying to take his damn soul.
“Y-y/n! s-shit….wait!” Gaara sounded so cute when he whimpered like that, so how could you even stop yourself? you swallowed down his cum about a second later. he didn’t last very long but that’s what you expected. You weren’t done with him, far from it. You kissed back up his lean, pale torso, slowly letting your lips find one of his nipples and circling your warm tongue around it, making him flinch with surprise. “W-wait i just came…” he covered his flustered face, only leaving some room for you to see his tear filled eye, all red and glossy from lust.
“I know…but i’m not done saying sorry…” you whispered, moving up to kiss the side of his neck before sucking on his pulse point (aka his weak spot) he melted into the mattress with a small grunt, submitting fully to you as you rubbed his half hard cock with your knee. “I still need to make it up to you.” you smirked against his skin, slowly sinking down onto his cock. Gaara was gone before you even started.
When he woke up covered in hickeys with his hair disheveled, you asked him, “Am i forgiven?” he could only blush and turned away, but you saw that little smile on his face.
Kankuro of the Sand / angry sex
He’s a dick. through and through. he’ll never change, and he makes that very known. ever since the first day you met him when you were kids, he was mean. he tripped you all the time and would always grab your weapons bag and make it spill. he’d distract you during training by making mean faces or shouting at the worst times possible. he used to make up rumors about you too, telling boys that you smelled bad or had a weird hidden wart on your back, which made boys avoid you. you’d cry yourself to sleep so many nights because of his relentless bullying. you wish you understood why he was like this….
Kankuro fell in love with you the first day you both met. he thought you were incredibly adorable and your personality made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He was going to talk to you, maybe even befriend you. but he heard a little rumor that you liked another boy in your class. and it made him upset. So he decided to basically ruin your entire social life. he was never good with regulating his emotions…but he surely didn’t mean to take it this far.
now the both of you were adults, and tension was high. You both were older and stronger, and even more attracted to each-other. and now it wasn’t just a small crush, it was lust as well. He was just still so cruel, and you hated the way your body would betray you by getting wet at anything that had to do with him. his smell, his body heat, his stupidly sexy smirk, all of it. you hated that anytime you went to pleasure yourself, you’d think of him. it made you blood boil…yet still all you wanted was to fuck him.
You didn’t know it, but he was on the same boat as you. he was constantly hot and bothered and thinking about the way your hip would pop out when you’d stand, or the curve of your breasts when your cross your arm. Oh and trust that Kankuro also noticed the way that your eyes would dart across his body. you thought you were being sly, but kankuro saw right through that. and he was so damn mean about it.
“See something you like, baby?” You blushed, crossing your arms and looking away. you didn’t mean to stare, but it wasn’t often that kankuro wasn’t wearing his big cloak. And it especially wasn’t often for him to be shirtless in the training room. it was night now, so no one else was out here but you two, which was unfortunate since you were really just trying to get all your frustration out alone. and now the cause of your frustrations was here with you. “Shut up.” you mumbled, wrapping your hands to start punching the punching bag again. “You can just admit that you want me.” He smirked, and you promised yourself that you wouldn’t be swooned by it like everyone else, but damn…it was difficult not to be. “Y’know…i’m starting to think that’s it’s you wanting me.” you sassed back. “You talk about it so much, it makes perfect sense now.” you were expecting him to scoff or just leave you alone…you weren’t expecting him to say, “What if I do?” You looked at him with a confused expression. “What…?” His smirk only grew wider. “You heard me.” And that’s all it took to bring you both here:
Your clothes weren’t even fully off, just your shirt pushed up to your chin with the bra he tore off (you made him promise to pay for a new one) and your pants were dangling off your ankle. your panties unfortunately met the same fate as your bra. He was fucking you hard against the training room wall, his strong arms easily holding you up. clearly he was just showing off.
he was fucking you so good and fast your brain couldn’t even comprehend it. Your mouth was dropped open, spilling loud un shameful moans into the room. “Hell yeah baby, keep singing for me.” kankuro laughed, that stupid smirk still on his face. you gathered enough strength to clench down, forcing a surprised moan from his mouth. you hoped that would stop him little comments, but they only made it worse. after a few more strokes, you felt your stomach build up with warmth. You couldn’t believe you were about to cum around Kankuro, your sworn enemy’s, cock.
“Oh what’s that? ya gonna cum for me sweets?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Beg for it.” You whined, furrowing your brows. “F-fuck you!” you spat out, not wanting to submit to him. he just laughed. “That too bad baby girl…guess we gotta end right here.” he stopped thrusting, making you sob as he started pulling out. “And what a shame too…this is the best pussy i’ve ever fucking felt. prettiest pussy too.” You didn’t want to say it, but you had to. “Please let me cum Kankuro…” you begged quietly, he got close to your face. “Cum where?” now he was just being a dick. “A-around your cock…” you said even quieter, but it was enough for him.
to say the least, you both had much more angry sex after that…
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Hi my angels! thank you for being so patient with me! i’ve had so much writers block and im juggling two jobs right now so i’ve been so busy! i hope you all enjoyed this! i will be opening requests soon after i get a routine going! love you all 💋
a/n: this was so fun and different for me! I've never done anything with this kink before and I'm delighted to have it in my roister now. 18+ only. Est relationship, abs riding ofc.
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“You want to do what?” Rock Lee’s face was beet red.
“Don’t be like that.” Arms folded, you giggled as Lee shrunk away from two girls walking by, as though they would hear what you had said three seconds ago. “Lee, c’mon, it’s not like we haven’t done kinkier things.”
“Those were very different …” Lee’s face recovered to more of a maroon. How exactly they were different was beyond you; Lee had insisted on taking you in every position, every manageable way two bodies could fit together, and yet this was too much? His gentility, at times befuddled you. “This — this is a public place. Why would you want to do this? It does not sound exactly … pleasurable.”
“Don’t be silly,” You said. “Lots of girls are doing it with their guys now! Ino told me she and Sai —“
“Why am I not surprised Ino had something to do with this?” Lee’s eyes flickered past to the shogi doors to the training hall. “Lotus flower, this is …” He trailed, glancing again at the shadows manifested from the inside of the room. “Uncalled for.”
“It’ll be after hours, Lee. No one will see.” You ran an adoring finger over Lee’s bicep. “After all, aren’t you just a wee bit curious?”
“I …” The blush had returned to Lee’s face. “Well, I suppose you could say that.” A hint of a smile. “I had no idea you had such an appreciation for my physique …”
“Are you kidding?” You chuckled. “You’re a god, Lee …”
Not just empty praise; your boyfriend’s body was the envy of many. Muscles sculpted from years of training, a physique honed by discipline built on a foundation of hours, days, years.
Lee’s gaze fell to the hall’s floor. “Do you truly think that?”
“I do,” You said, coming closer, arriving somewhat level with Lee’s lips. “And I’m sure I could get off just that alone. So how about it?”
Conflict arose on Lee’s face, his eyes darting as he debated whether or not to give in to your desires.
“Don’t tell me Rock Lee is backing down from a challenge.”
Then:
“Al — all right …”
“That’s my handsome devil.” You smiled, satisfied you’d won.
But not satisfied enough.
And so when the training center went dark and Lee’s explanation for your continued attendance was overtime training, Might Guy’s smile could’ve made up for the lack of light, and he left the two of you to your devices.
“Don’t just look at me!” You told Lee, mirroring the actions you wanted him to undertake; unzipping your jacket until the swell of your breasts broke free. “Get undressed …!”
“Ah, fuck, Lee …”
Lee kept a trembling hold of your hips, eyes squeezed tight as you rocked your cunt against his abs.
“You feel so fucking good …” Your fingers crept up to Lee’s nipples and brushed over the hard pebbles.
Lee flushed under the enormity of your praise — something you had only a second to appreciate before your clit grazed over a ridge in Lee’s abs.
“Ah …” You bowed your head, eyes fluttering shut. You pinched both his nipples in between your fingers, gasped when Lee bucked up into you in response. You knew without knowing that if you scooted backwards even an inch your ass would be met with a tent in Lee’s training shorts, a fact that only sent you rocking harder against his chest to the soundtrack of his shallow breathing. He’s so gorgeous.
“Are you sure I — hah — we should be doing this — hah — in the training room?” he said. “I’m sure I could — hah — bring you much more satisfaction if we were allowed —“
As if on cue you pressed a hand against the training mat to regain your balance. “It’s okay, Lee.” The emptiness of the training room itself amplified every sound Lee fed you, every whimper and moan and sigh, setting all of them to a fine echo. He might have been worried about Guy walking in on you two, but you knew as much as he did that if he was going to remove you from him he would’ve done it already.
Lee’s eyes were focused underneath you, cognizant of the slick moistening his abs. With a swipe over his lower lip, he pressed you down on him and began to rock you against his abs.
You sucked a breath in, your hands flying to his wrists. “Lee —“ It felt so good. He felt so good. Everything about Lee was strong, steady, hard. The bumps of his abs brushed and grated heavenly against your labia, your clit receiving most of the exquisite friction.
“No need to be so timid,” Lee murmured, eyes half lidded in watching you thrash against him.
Said thrashing only added to your pleasure. One hand abandoned Lee’s wrist to fondle your breast. He unceremoniously rocked into your cunt and white spots erupted in your mind’s eye.
You fell forward, your hands on his shoulders in hopes of steadying you. “Lee, fuckfuckfuck —“
“You’re so beautiful,” Lee said. He swept some of your juices with his finger and smeared it over your neglected tit, teasing the nipple. “So …”
“Mm — Fuck, fuck, Lee …” Another moan slipped from your lips when Lee leaned forward and caught your nipple in his mouth, surely tasting you on the wrinkled skin.
A rhythm was set; Your cunt chased Lee’s abs, and he would meet you in the middle to complete the teasing. Arms secured around his strong neck, you bucked into him. Lee’s hand came to cup the moon of one of your ass cheeks and scoot you up higher.
“Aha!” You bit your lip at the feel of his rugged happy trail, the razor feel of Lee’s hair amplifying the friction.
“This would be — hah — quite the motivator for me,” Lee said, observing what must have been a myriad of expressions skating over your face. He swerved his hips underneath you just so and was rewarded with a whimper. “To see you cum fro — from only this. Not to mention — ah — a healthy dose for my ego …”
“Lee!” You were bouncing now, chasing your high. All the while hyperaware of the emptiness inside you, and how just inches away Lee’s clothed erection waited, occasionally poking at your spine, begging to be brought forth and fucking buried inside you. The blue balls he must have — a thought that only brought you closer —
With a firm hold on your ass, Lee helped to rock you, the endless slide of his abs under your clit more than you could bear.
“Are you going to —?”
“Yeah!”
“Oh — oh.” Lee’s moan was nestled in a shudder. You became aware of his other hand, the repetitive up-down motion of his forearm. You glanced behind you to see his cock, sitting at the crook of your ass, being stroked frantically in his fist. All the while you’d had no idea of what he was doing; at some point the sight of your writhing above him had become too much to bear and he’d freed himself to beat off.
The sight — the knowledge — went straight to your clit at the precise moment, and with three more shifts of your hips against Lee’s abs you were over the edge, cumming over his abdomen, leaving a mess of slick and juice. Behind you, Lee’s white spent was pumping from his cock, painting the clefts of your ass while his cock twitching against the plump skin there.
Your jerks above him became sporadic, quick, mere juts as you chased the end of your orgasm to the sound of Lee’s repetitive exclamations of your name. The end of your orgasm and beyond, until the pleasure concentrated in your clit became akin to pain.
And yet you still needed Lee’s strong arms to assist in stilling your hips, forcing you to catch your breath. He had clearly come to sooner than you had. You blinked heavy-lidded eyes down at Lee’s. He was looking up at you with adoration, a smile presumably inspired by the absurdity of it all.
“So,” he said, voice adorably labored, “did this go as desired? I believe this was quite successful …”
I love him, I love him, I love him. You bent down to kiss Lee, the lip-to-lip contact sufficing for as much of an answer as you could deliver for a good while. After a moment, you drew back to smile at him.
“How could it not?” You asked, brushing your nose against his. “My boyfriend always gives one-hundred ten percent.”
Where have you been these past few days, I wondered, and then I realized you were taking exams. I wish you good luck! All A+, 100/100!!!!
Afterwards, please come back to us girlie and drop us another Rock Lee fic. Can I ask for something? Like when he hasn't seen his girlfriend for 5 days and he can't take it anymore 😋?? I love you and your fic
— threads | rock lee ˎˊ˗
pairing: rock lee x fem!reader
content: established relationship, porn with plot, soft dom!lee, lee is freaked out, descriptions of masturbation, kissing, making out, lee giving hickeys, lee giving praise, dry-humping, pussyjob, cumshots, body worship, lee being a slight tease, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, crying during sex, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
w/c: 5.7k words
ˎˊ˗ art credit: @virtuno on twitter
five days.
as a successful ninja, lee knew that five days was, objectively, nothing.
there were shinobi who would leave their villages to embark on missions lasting for weeks on end, sometimes spanning into months if it proved to be considerably challenging. on many occasions in the past, lee sustained wounds, cuts, and bruises that took longer than five days to heal. throughout history, there were wars and battles that raged for five years and beyond that, nevermind a mere five days.
with that logic, five days without your presence should have been exceptionally easy to endure.
except, it wasn't. by the first night of his mission, lee could already hear the sound of your voice humming a million melodies in his mind, like an echo chamber driving him into hypnosis. imagining the way you sound would not be enough, and it wouldn't ever be. he won't settle, not until he can have your lips a thread away from his lended ear, whispering all the things he wants to hear.
by the second night, the absence of your warm body next to him in bed made him restless. lee had never really considered himself a particularly needy person, but his tactile fantasies were keen on disproving that notion. all those little touches he took for granted, he needed. in this moment, the ordinary began to feel special. he craved the weight of your hands slipping into his palms. he wanted to feel your legs grazing against his own when you sit next to each other; your head resting against his shoulder; and your playful shoves whenever he said something you found funny. he wanted those simplicities back now more than ever.
and if the second night wasn't already intolerable, the third day of separation became even more so.
lee started to look for you in the mundane.
whether it was a street vendor serving your favourite snack, or seeing a pretty flower that managed to capture your energy in every petal, you would taunt him by showing up everywhere without actually being here. if at any time anybody spoke, he would take an upwards glance, half-expecting you to be the one speaking, even if the odds of it being you were slim. and when nightfall arrived, he would fall into the exact same ritual, except this time, he’d be peeling back the blankets constantly in the hopes of finding you underneath them, laying next to him between the sheets.
the fourth and final night was agonisingly slow, and the most torturous of them all. lee’s thoughts continued to grow more and more dangerous as the night aged. he had a hankering for the more provocative, more sensual touches you lavished him in. he wanted to drink up the taste of your lips, to hold onto the flesh of your figure, and to knead your skin under his fingertips. lee sighs. he both loved and hated how vivid his imagination could be. he loved how warm you made his heart feel, but he could almost hate how you made his blood boil with sickly desire, to the extent of him kicking his blanket off his body. he stares down in the darkness at the soft grey fabric tented over his hard dick, feeling conflicted by equal parts discipline and equal parts self-indulgence. making this wild decision would be easy so late at night. he could quickly pull down his boxers, stroke himself to completion, and sleep it off. it wouldn't matter much. he'd be absolved of his act by the time he wakes up, but what's the point? you're only a day—no—a few hours away, he reminds himself. losing control now, of all times and so soon, would be meaningless. there's nothing he can do other than sleep. he decides to conclude his thoughts for the night before draping the blanket back over himself. lee hopes that when he opens his eyes, morning will be there to greet him instead of a night interrupted by his own sleeplessness.
lee's hopes had worked.
at long last, the morning of the fifth day was finally here.
the mission was accomplished, and it had finished simply without complication. there were no noteworthy threats, or any major causes of concern to be intercepted. while it was undeniably good news, lee couldn't bring himself to properly celebrate that. he didn't care about reports or anything of the sort. you were finally within reach, and it was the only thing he could think about. the true celebration would take place at your doorstep upon reunion, so it was only natural that lee would sprint back to konoha as if you'd disappear if he wasted any time. he was fueled by nothing but raw longing for you, and his heart pounded harder and harder with every step. when he passed through the village gates, it felt like he had tunnel vision. that sprint of his turned to a brisk walk where his surroundings were blurred, with his focus exclusively on the path leading to your house.
when lee rounded the final corner, he froze.
there you were. stood in the hallway with the door wide open, just for him.
you look like something divine to lee right now, with the afternoon sunlight kissing your skin and turning you to gold. he couldn't fathom how within the space of five days, you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than he had recalled. the relief of seeing you whole crashed over him in a wave so intense, that it stole his breath. he only started to breathe again when his eyes met yours. the moment he made eye contact, every ounce of discipline he spent cultivating on that mission shattered.
"hi, lee." you smiled.
the first thread of restraint snapped.
lee crossed the distance between you in a matter of seconds before you could even finish saying his name. his arms wrapped tightly around your body, and the sheer force of his embrace almost knocked you off of your feet. he barely gave you any time to react, and if it weren't for your quick reflexes, you would've tipped over and fallen flat on your back.
"lee!" you speak in-between bouts of laughter. "i'm here, i'm here."
he's not registering a single word you're saying. he's busy burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the memory of your scent like oxygen. for five days, he imagined this moment. five days of wondering, worrying, and wanting you so badly that it made his chest hurt. now that you were finally here, he couldn't bring himself to let go of you. even loosening his grip would be a crime.
"you know, lee," you tease, rubbing his back. "most people say hi back."
his answer came out muffled against your skin. "i am saying hi!"
lee raises his head from the junction between your neck and shoulders, and presses his cheek against yours before speaking gently in your ear. "i missed you," the words feel heavy with the weight of five years as opposed to five days. "i missed you so much, y/n," he repeats, breathlessly. his hands travel to the small of your back, and he presses you flush against him. chest-to-chest, you can feel his heart pounding against his ribs. "i needed you."
"i know, baby," you chuckle softly.
"no," lee swallows at the pet name falling from your lips. he missed that more than he thought. he separates his cheek from yours to look at your face. "you do not understand. it felt longer than five days, y/n."
the intensity of his words invites an atmosphere that feels heavier than before. it compels you to stop your laughter, and instead, enter a light silence. for a moment you both remain still, breathing in each other's air, and standing too close to each other for comfort, but you both wouldn't want it any other way. right now, lee wanted to regain some semblance of control, but it was futile. he's helplessly drawn to you—your touch, your voice, your comfort he missed out on for five days. the truth hit him with startling force, and the truth was that he wanted to ravage you.
lee's gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you noticed. the corner of your mouth curved upwards in response. that was all the permission lee needed from you.
the second thread of restraint snapped.
the space between your faces is sealed the instant lee's lips crash into yours. your hands roam over the back of his neck, with your fingers digging into his nape. the force of the collision is enough to make him spill a whine against your lips. you part them wider, wanting to take more of him into your mouth as he presses harder and harder against you.
lee is not a stranger to the warmth of your mouth, nor is he new to the taste of your tongue as it swirls around his, and yet, the sensation is like nothing he could've ever imagined on those five days away from you. you are beyond imagination, and you always exceed expectation. the sensation spreads underneath his flesh and through his veins, satiating the relentless hunger that had been driving him crazy for the duration of that mission. 120 hours, all released in a single instant. his hands—large and concealed with bandages that cover a story of scars—find the soft plush of your ass with a firmness. a hum rumbles deep in his chest, sending a vibration against your lips as he squeezes the flesh. it's exactly how he dreamt it would be.
you didn't fight the iron grip on your wrists as his roaming hands moved from your ass. the strength of his body pinned you right against the wall, and he silenced all of your breathless whimpers with kiss after bruising kiss. you experimentally tugged your wrists away from him, but you notice that his hold doesn't falter. his hands don't move, not even by an inch.
the sudden resistance prompts lee to loosen his grip and slowly break the kiss, just long enough to breathe against your lips. he pulls back slightly, with his dark eyes wide, scanning your face with his chest heaving.
"please tell me if i am being too forward with you, my flower," he panted. "tell me to stop, and i will. i… i have missed you to the point of madness."
and if you were being completely honest, you loved it when lee was like this. you loved it when he reminded you that he could effortlessly overpower you. it made your pussy throb with want seeing your boyfriend, a man renowned for his extraordinary discipline, coming undone at the mere sight of you. nothing could possibly be 'too forward' if it were him.
"now that you are here," he continues, "i want nothing more than to show you love. i need you." his voice is such a soft thing, tinged with desperation. "i really need you."
hearing his vulnerable confession, and looking up into his puppy-like eyes made your heart feel sore. he could have you in an instant, but still, he insists on remaining at your mercy. you didn't want him to stop though, not now, not ever—you had to let him have you. you decide to press your body closer into his, completely yielding to his strength. when you give your answer, you never once shift your gaze from his.
"i don't want you to stop, lee. just take me."
the third and final thread of restraint snapped.
lee's hands abandon your wrists, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet as if you weigh nothing to carry. it's like a reflex when you wrap your arms around his neck, and lock your ankles around his waist. his hands find purchase beneath your thighs, and he doesn't waste any time in racing to your bedroom. the movement is swift, sharpened by years of testing the limits of his speed. he kicks the bedroom door open and takes a stride to your bed—still faintly laced with the scent of you exactly as he remembers it. even though his hands are shaking with anticipation, he still lays you down on the mattress with the utmost care, like you're a monument of marble that could crack and break into thousands of fragments.
lee hovers above your laid form, looking down at you with eyes that are committed to storing every part of this moment to his starved memory. your parted lips, slightly swollen from his kisses; the way you flutter your lashes at him with half-lidded eyes; the addictive sound of your soft breaths. he can't resist you any longer.
the world outside the room seems to disappear when he slots his lips in between yours again, more fervent and hungrier than he was earlier. your fingers tangle deep into the thick dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer into you as you match the passion of the kiss. you start to arch your back and buck your hips up against him in the pursuit of more pressure, more contact, the slightest something to ease the throbbing of your cunt. lee presses the weight of his cock—hard and clothed—between your legs, but not before pinning your hips down to prevent you from having your fill. you whine softly in response.
"come on, goddess," he breathes against your neck, kissing the skin there as consolation, "i do not want to deny you either… surely, you can understand." his voice is so gentle, but his actions are less than. he rises, and his bandaged fingers grip onto the waistband of your pants, dragging them down to leave you clad in your underwear. a hum rumbles in his throat when he sees the outline of your labia, soaked and swollen with arousal, through the thin fabric of your panties. "you must have missed me too. isn't that right, y/n?"
"i did, baby," you nod, voice breathy with need. "i'm glad you're here."
"i do not doubt that, my angel."
it's his turn to strip now. he's quick to unfasten his green flak jacket, setting the heavy material aside to reveal his broad chest. your eyes trail downwards, allowing his abs to guide you as they tense and relax with every ragged breath he takes. the outline of his obliques tempt your eyes some more, taking them further south to his adonis' belt. those two lines disappear dangerously low into the waistband of his remaining clothing. you don't have to ask for more. lee is already stepping out of his pants, revealing the bulge thats threatening to escape the confines of his boxers.
"but, i think you doubt just how much i missed you."
lee crawls towards you on the mattress, chasing the gap between your bodies. his warmth is enticing. you're trapped between the stronghold of his arms.
"you were on my mind every second," his breath tickles your skin as he tracks ardent kisses from the chisel of your jawline, down to your collarbones. "you were in my dreams, and now, you are finally in front of me." he rasps, rocking his hard cock against your pussy as if his words barely hold enough conviction. "i really missed you, y/n. really, really missed you."
you feel his hands snake behind your knees, raising your legs and pushing them up as his erection exerts more pressure onto your pussy. your legs rests on his shoulders as he continues. a shiver runs through you when you feel the damp spot of precum seeping through the thin cotton of lee's boxers against you. you're both soaking each other right now, and neither of you can stop the collective outpour of gasps spilling from your lips. the feeling of his hardness rutting against your clothed clit feels heavenly, and all you can do is moan, because you know your boyfriend is far from finished.
the warmth is building up fast. he stops his grinding quickly, just to pull down his boxers and free his cock. you almost want to drool over how it stands on end, how it pulses in the air, and how his flushed tip leaks with desire. he pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard length in between the lips of your pussy. lee shifts back and forth, allowing you to feel every vein on him as it drags along your clit. you don't know where to look, with your hungry gaze torn between his slick erection as it passes back and forth between your wet core, and his intense face, cast with a light pink flush. lee moans as he meets your eyes.
"you don't know how good you're making me feel, y/n," he whispers.
he kisses at your sternum while bucking his hips against you. the kisses reach the swell of your breasts, and his tongue swipes over one taut nipple before he seals his lips around it. you exhale when he circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking at it with thirst. the suction makes your back arch further against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. at that, he decides to pin your wrists up against the mattress to further immobilise you. it makes you moan with need. lee refuses to leave your other breast untouched, and he focuses his attention on it with the exact same passion, with his teeth grazing against it ever so slightly.
you can feel yourself about to cum, and you know that lee is teetering on the edge of his climax too as he struggles to maintain his pace. your body feels unbearably hot, and lee is pressing harder against you like he wants your body to catch flames.
he's overwhelmed at the fact that there's so much of you. those hungry lips of his return to your neck, nipping at the skin there before settling his mouth taut over the expanse of it. he sucks hard against your throat and lingers there indefinitely, nearly consuming you. you can feel his eyelashes brushing over your skin. it adds a new dimension to your indulgence, and you can feel yourself struggling to keep your eyes open against the rapidly approaching waves of pleasure bursting from your core. you're past the point of controlling yourself now, and it's automatic when your orgasm breaks over you, sharp and intense. your legs slips off of his shoulders. your eyes shut tightly. you're clutching on fistfuls of his hair, and every muscle in your body jerks relentlessly, causing the bedsprings let out a creak of protest from beneath you. lee follows up quickly with his own climax as he soaks you with thick, hot spurts of cum that spill on your belly. the suction on your neck stops, and it's instead replaced by lee's warm breath on your skin.
"y/n-" he cuts himself off with a moan against your ear, "do you see what you do to me, my blossom?" he leaves soft pecks along your neck, giving extra to the fresh hickey. lee doesn't intend for it to be teasing, but it feels that way when he slowly rubs his slick-coated cock against your sensitive clit, still pulsating and raw from orgasm. he raises his head to look down at you—more particularly, the love-bite on your neck.
"i can not believe you belong to me," he whispers. "give me a kiss, my love."
the kiss is nothing short of greedy and obscene. you both moan into it, and you can feel the warmth settling deep in your belly once again, despite the fact that lee has just coaxed an orgasm out of you. his tongue slips past yours for a final time before he breaks the kiss.
"perfect," he pecks at your neck, "just like that, y/n. so good." he breathes, beginning a trail of kisses down your chest. each one against your skin feels like heaven as they mark the gentle slope of your belly. the ghost of his breath sets a precedent, warning you before his lips can even land on you. it makes the muscles of your stomach contract with anticipation before each kiss.
"you are truly a beauty," he purrs. "every last part of you." the kisses travel even lower, moving just above the waistband of your panties in an unbroken sequence. lee appears to have predicted your next movements, because his hands have already found the flare of your hips. you sigh with exasperation as you thrust your hips up. all you want to do is move without restraint and ride against his mouth, but he's held you hostage, anchoring your lower body flat against the mattress again.
"please, lee," you sob. "please don't make me wait."
"but you will wait, my angel. just as i have." he fans the flame even further by having the nerve to press a soft kiss to your clit. "you deserve my complete focus. i can't give you my full effort if you rush me. just let me have you, okay?"
you nod, wordlessly.
"i am glad you understand."
lee slides his tongue across your needy pussy, dragging it salaciously in a stripe that stretches from your weeping entrance to your protruding clit. he swallows. you taste like all the things he was so desperately craving in your absence, and its better than anything his mind could have mimicked to fill the you-shaped void he left behind for five days. your essence taste sweet on his tongue, exactly like the feeling of reward after discipline. he makes a vow to himself: he will savour you as to never forget you.
after that one lick, he's insatiable. his mouth engulfs your clit, and you can feel every single nerve being greeted by the slickness of his tongue as it contorts and presses patterns on the very tip of it. lee has only been starved of your proximity, but he slurps and laps away at you as if he has been starved of all sustenance; as if there is no real difference between you, food, and drink. he's not letting you run anywhere. he tugs you by your legs and pushes your cunt further into his face, keeping your thighs elevated against the force of his hands behind your knees.
"fuck, lee," you moan into the air, calling his name like a prayer. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
he's fighting a losing battle against the sound of your voice. he wantonly moans into you, and the vibrations against your pussy drive you closer to the edge. the room is filled with nothing but your noises at this rate: the noise of your gushing cunt against lee's hungry mouth, the noise of your constant gasps—your moans and your pleas. it's addicting to lee.
he can feel your second orgasm coming to take you by storm. your head throws itself back, your thighs are start to shudder, and your body is beginning to relentlessly writhe with every ruthless flick of his tongue against your sore clit. still, he does not move from the paradise between your thighs. he doesn't care, and he'll continue to have his fill of you until he's satisfied. there is no drop of your slowly trickling essence that goes to waste as his mouth catches it with every hard pulse of your pussy. it's akin to finishing the meal of a lifetime that leaves you licking at a near-empty plate. that unyielding tongue continues to take you through each wave of orgasmic shock until tears fall out of your eyes.
every single nerve is jumping. your heart feels like it's in between your legs, and you aren't sure how long you can stay strong for. unlike you, lee remains adamant and sure of himself. he refuses to let you come down from this high. he starts to curl two fingers inside of you, reaching for that particularly sensitive spot that lies deep in your pussy.
"lee!" you cry out his name. it does nothing to grab his attention.
you're oversensitive, past your limit, and he's still fucking into you with his fingers—still sucking away at you mercilessly. your cries are deafening. they get more and more broken as his fingertips tap that place inside you, over, and over, and over. if he couldn't feel it rising inside of you before, he can feel it rising inside of you now. he's circling his tongue around you determinedly, pressing against that spot, and-
warmth.
the moan you let out is sinful. your body gives out before it locks up a final time, and suddenly, lee's face is covered in a warm gush of you, coating his mouth, dripping from his chin and down onto the mattress. he slows down the pace of his tongue, alongside the pace of his fingers as you clench around him. your boyfriend just made you squirt.
when lee finally pulls his head away, he's looking up at you in awe. you're crying softly, chest heaving, and with eyes shut as tears streak your face. for a moment, he panics, absorbed in the fear that he pushed you too far.
"y/n," lee whispers, crawling towards your face. "are you alright, angel?" his thumbs brush away at your tears.
he reaches for your hands and locks his fingers between yours. when you squeeze his hands, he doesn't even feel the slightest bit reassured. he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt you.
"please. talk to me, angel." he whispers.
there's a drawn silence, split only by heavy breathing.
"oh my god," you finally manage. your eyes open slowly, cast with a lustful shadow as you blink at him. "that was fucking insane, lee."
the worry lee felt gets washed away with your words. you can taste yourself on his lips as he goes in to give you a kiss.
"it was?" he asks.
"it was." you confirm.
"that makes me feel relieved." he cages you with his body. "there is nothing better than the taste of you. but there is nothing worse than your tears if i am hurting you. i love you, y/n." he whispers against your lips.
"i love you too, lee." your breath exchanges with his.
"i love you so much, and it isn't even close, y/n."
lee has been hard ever since he walked through your door, dying to feel his length burrowed inside you. he can't put the last five days behind him either. he taps the tip of his dick against your still-sensitive clit, wanting a sign from you. a sign that says you'll be merciful enough to accept him in your pussy.
"do you want me? as badly as i want you, sweetness?"
"oh, fuck, lee," you whimper. "yes…"
that's all he needs.
with two orgasms under your belt, lee slides into you with minimal effort. the groan he lets out feels like an expulsion of everything he had buried when he was away. every single ridge of your warm pussy around his cock feels like salvation; like a personal apology from you to him for your absence. before long, his balls are pressed against the cleft of your ass, and he's fully bottomed out against you. every vein, every inch, and every minute pulse as he probes inside you makes you feel complete. you're happy to have him back where he belongs.
his forehead is connected to yours, cemented by the thin sheen of sweat that coats both of your bodies. you remain like that for a few seconds, held captive in each other's gaze. lee starts to move now, beginning with a long, deep stroke from tip to hilt. when his hips slam into yours, the filthiest moan comes out of him.
now that he's finally fucking you, there is nothing you can do to stop him. how many times did he think about this moment on his mission? he couldn't tell you. he doesn't want to be reminded of control or discipline—not when he's pushing himself inside you, hard and fast. your breathless calls and pleas encourage him to fuck his hips deeper into you, with each thrust being more ardent than the last.
his strong hands find the back of your thighs and pushes them upwards, leaving your feet suspended in the air. the position he's folded you in makes you cry out obscenely, and lee knows that from there, he's found the tender spot that drives you wild.
his cock curves in just the right way from this angle. he pounds right into it, over and over without fail until your eyes are fluttering shut; until your teeth are sinking into the flesh of your lower lip; and until your toes are curling with pleasure. it feels like the bed frame is going to fall apart at this rate. his tanned skin is glistening with sweat now, with beadlets flowing down his abs. his hair is dishevelled. you are soaked.
"oh, f-fuck," your words are broken by gasps, "lee, please! don't stop!"
"i would never want to!" air cushions his words as he speaks. "if-if i could, i would stay inside you for a lifetime." he plants a messy kiss on your lips.
when the kiss ends, you slip a hand downwards between your legs and rub away at your clit.
lee may be distracted by your pretty face, and occupied by your warm tightness, but there's no way he's letting that slide. he catches on almost immediately, severing his eye contact to look down at your fingers rolling around your clit.
“stop,” he said huskily. "i am here. do not do that."
he seizes your free hand and pins it right above your head. he does the same for the other, holding your wrists flat with one hand as his thumb rubs firm circles around your clit on your behalf.
once again, you can feel tears of pleasure brimming at the corner of your eyes. you are absolutely sore with blinding pleasure. you're moaning desperately now, with your words growing more and more incoherent for every snap of his hips.
"i wish you could look at yourself, blossom," he praises. "you are taking me so well."
"every," slap! "last," slap! "inch." slap!
lee is moving at a speed you can barely process. your pleasure is growing exponentially, to the point where it's getting impossible to verbalise. it's coming now: that familiar sensation brewing in the depths of your womb, like a compressed spring about to free itself.
"lee," you rasp, "lee, lee, lee, i'm—hah—so close, i can't, i can't-"
"you can, y/n," he breathes, "you can keep taking it. come on, you feel so—ngh!—good around me. "
your face is wet with tears now. lee's forehead presses harder against yours as he tastes the salt on his lips, kissing the droplets as they fall.
you don't care who hears you anymore. you're shaking as much as lee's grip allows; gasping, and crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you with ferocity. your pussy is strangling his dick, gripping him like you don't want him to escape your cunt. lee gasps for every time you clench rhythmically around his length, but still, he fucks you through your high with the same vigour, and he still presses shapes into your clit as if you really need more. it's the best kind of torture. it really couldn't get any better than this.
his grip on your wrists are getting tighter, to the point of leaving bruises. his lips stay parted. he can barely keep his eyes open as he splits you open. he's getting close.
"y/n," his voice is strained-. "wh-where do you want me to fi-"
"-inside!" you answer immediately. "fuck! please, lee, i need you to cum inside of me!"
he'll give you anything you want.
lee drags his cock all the way back, and slams into your pussy for a final time before his thighs lock, leaving him reduced to a panting, moaning mess on top of you. you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you. you can feel every throb as he paints your womb white with spurts of hot cum. even though he's plugging your insides with his length, his seed spills out of your entrance, trickling down your ass and pooling onto the mattress. he stays like that for a few moments, wrapped in post-coital bliss as his grip on your wrists finally loosens.
"i love you, y/n." his voice is soft.
"i know, baby," you murmur. "i love you too."
"you did well, and i am so proud." his fingers intertwine with yours as he peppers soft kisses on your cheeks. "i was a bit harsh though, wasn't i?" he remarks, sheepishly. he looks down at the hickeys on your neck, up at the minor bruises on your wrists, and down at the ones blooming on your hips where he had pinned you down earlier before meeting your eyes again. you catch him blushing faintly.
a soft chuckle escapes your breath. "you didn't hurt me. you could never hurt me, lee."
"i am pleased!" he smiles, revealing dimples.
"but you were harsh."
"yes… i was..." his eyes dart around, desperate to escape the weight of your gaze. it's almost as if he didn't fold you and fuck the life out of you.
"and all because you didn't see me for five days?"
"it is only natural, y/n! i think about you all the time. not being able to have you was terrible for me." he gets over his bashfulness quickly, looking down at you with rounded eyes.
adorable, you think. how such a small span of time can have such a big impact on a person. it makes your heart flutter.
"well, i'm not going anywhere, baby," you reassure. "i'm going to be right here, lee."
it's already over. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you again.
"i know, my flower," he kisses the corner of your lips. "you are going to be here all night."
Where have you been these past few days, I wondered, and then I realized you were taking exams. I wish you good luck! All A+, 100/100!!!!
Afterwards, please come back to us girlie and drop us another Rock Lee fic. Can I ask for something? Like when he hasn't seen his girlfriend for 5 days and he can't take it anymore 😋?? I love you and your fic
— threads | rock lee ˎˊ˗
pairing: rock lee x fem!reader
content: established relationship, porn with plot, soft dom!lee, lee is freaked out, descriptions of masturbation, kissing, making out, lee giving hickeys, lee giving praise, dry-humping, pussyjob, cumshots, body worship, lee being a slight tease, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, crying during sex, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie
w/c: 5.7k words
ˎˊ˗ art credit: @virtuno on twitter
five days.
as a successful ninja, lee knew that five days was, objectively, nothing.
there were shinobi who would leave their villages to embark on missions lasting for weeks on end, sometimes spanning into months if it proved to be considerably challenging. on many occasions in the past, lee sustained wounds, cuts, and bruises that took longer than five days to heal. throughout history, there were wars and battles that raged for five years and beyond that, nevermind a mere five days.
with that logic, five days without your presence should have been exceptionally easy to endure.
except, it wasn't. by the first night of his mission, lee could already hear the sound of your voice humming a million melodies in his mind, like an echo chamber driving him into hypnosis. imagining the way you sound would not be enough, and it wouldn't ever be. he won't settle, not until he can have your lips a thread away from his lended ear, whispering all the things he wants to hear.
by the second night, the absence of your warm body next to him in bed made him restless. lee had never really considered himself a particularly needy person, but his tactile fantasies were keen on disproving that notion. all those little touches he took for granted, he needed. in this moment, the ordinary began to feel special. he craved the weight of your hands slipping into his palms. he wanted to feel your legs grazing against his own when you sit next to each other; your head resting against his shoulder; and your playful shoves whenever he said something you found funny. he wanted those simplicities back now more than ever.
and if the second night wasn't already intolerable, the third day of separation became even more so.
lee started to look for you in the mundane.
whether it was a street vendor serving your favourite snack, or seeing a pretty flower that managed to capture your energy in every petal, you would taunt him by showing up everywhere without actually being here. if at any time anybody spoke, he would take an upwards glance, half-expecting you to be the one speaking, even if the odds of it being you were slim. and when nightfall arrived, he would fall into the exact same ritual, except this time, he’d be peeling back the blankets constantly in the hopes of finding you underneath them, laying next to him between the sheets.
the fourth and final night was agonisingly slow, and the most torturous of them all. lee’s thoughts continued to grow more and more dangerous as the night aged. he had a hankering for the more provocative, more sensual touches you lavished him in. he wanted to drink up the taste of your lips, to hold onto the flesh of your figure, and to knead your skin under his fingertips. lee sighs. he both loved and hated how vivid his imagination could be. he loved how warm you made his heart feel, but he could almost hate how you made his blood boil with sickly desire, to the extent of him kicking his blanket off his body. he stares down in the darkness at the soft grey fabric tented over his hard dick, feeling conflicted by equal parts discipline and equal parts self-indulgence. making this wild decision would be easy so late at night. he could quickly pull down his boxers, stroke himself to completion, and sleep it off. it wouldn't matter much. he'd be absolved of his act by the time he wakes up, but what's the point? you're only a day—no—a few hours away, he reminds himself. losing control now, of all times and so soon, would be meaningless. there's nothing he can do other than sleep. he decides to conclude his thoughts for the night before draping the blanket back over himself. lee hopes that when he opens his eyes, morning will be there to greet him instead of a night interrupted by his own sleeplessness.
lee's hopes had worked.
at long last, the morning of the fifth day was finally here.
the mission was accomplished, and it had finished simply without complication. there were no noteworthy threats, or any major causes of concern to be intercepted. while it was undeniably good news, lee couldn't bring himself to properly celebrate that. he didn't care about reports or anything of the sort. you were finally within reach, and it was the only thing he could think about. the true celebration would take place at your doorstep upon reunion, so it was only natural that lee would sprint back to konoha as if you'd disappear if he wasted any time. he was fueled by nothing but raw longing for you, and his heart pounded harder and harder with every step. when he passed through the village gates, it felt like he had tunnel vision. that sprint of his turned to a brisk walk where his surroundings were blurred, with his focus exclusively on the path leading to your house.
when lee rounded the final corner, he froze.
there you were. stood in the hallway with the door wide open, just for him.
you look like something divine to lee right now, with the afternoon sunlight kissing your skin and turning you to gold. he couldn't fathom how within the space of five days, you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than he had recalled. the relief of seeing you whole crashed over him in a wave so intense, that it stole his breath. he only started to breathe again when his eyes met yours. the moment he made eye contact, every ounce of discipline he spent cultivating on that mission shattered.
"hi, lee." you smiled.
the first thread of restraint snapped.
lee crossed the distance between you in a matter of seconds before you could even finish saying his name. his arms wrapped tightly around your body, and the sheer force of his embrace almost knocked you off of your feet. he barely gave you any time to react, and if it weren't for your quick reflexes, you would've tipped over and fallen flat on your back.
"lee!" you speak in-between bouts of laughter. "i'm here, i'm here."
he's not registering a single word you're saying. he's busy burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling the memory of your scent like oxygen. for five days, he imagined this moment. five days of wondering, worrying, and wanting you so badly that it made his chest hurt. now that you were finally here, he couldn't bring himself to let go of you. even loosening his grip would be a crime.
"you know, lee," you tease, rubbing his back. "most people say hi back."
his answer came out muffled against your skin. "i am saying hi!"
lee raises his head from the junction between your neck and shoulders, and presses his cheek against yours before speaking gently in your ear. "i missed you," the words feel heavy with the weight of five years as opposed to five days. "i missed you so much, y/n," he repeats, breathlessly. his hands travel to the small of your back, and he presses you flush against him. chest-to-chest, you can feel his heart pounding against his ribs. "i needed you."
"i know, baby," you chuckle softly.
"no," lee swallows at the pet name falling from your lips. he missed that more than he thought. he separates his cheek from yours to look at your face. "you do not understand. it felt longer than five days, y/n."
the intensity of his words invites an atmosphere that feels heavier than before. it compels you to stop your laughter, and instead, enter a light silence. for a moment you both remain still, breathing in each other's air, and standing too close to each other for comfort, but you both wouldn't want it any other way. right now, lee wanted to regain some semblance of control, but it was futile. he's helplessly drawn to you—your touch, your voice, your comfort he missed out on for five days. the truth hit him with startling force, and the truth was that he wanted to ravage you.
lee's gaze dropped briefly to your lips, then back up to your eyes. you noticed. the corner of your mouth curved upwards in response. that was all the permission lee needed from you.
the second thread of restraint snapped.
the space between your faces is sealed the instant lee's lips crash into yours. your hands roam over the back of his neck, with your fingers digging into his nape. the force of the collision is enough to make him spill a whine against your lips. you part them wider, wanting to take more of him into your mouth as he presses harder and harder against you.
lee is not a stranger to the warmth of your mouth, nor is he new to the taste of your tongue as it swirls around his, and yet, the sensation is like nothing he could've ever imagined on those five days away from you. you are beyond imagination, and you always exceed expectation. the sensation spreads underneath his flesh and through his veins, satiating the relentless hunger that had been driving him crazy for the duration of that mission. 120 hours, all released in a single instant. his hands—large and concealed with bandages that cover a story of scars—find the soft plush of your ass with a firmness. a hum rumbles deep in his chest, sending a vibration against your lips as he squeezes the flesh. it's exactly how he dreamt it would be.
you didn't fight the iron grip on your wrists as his roaming hands moved from your ass. the strength of his body pinned you right against the wall, and he silenced all of your breathless whimpers with kiss after bruising kiss. you experimentally tugged your wrists away from him, but you notice that his hold doesn't falter. his hands don't move, not even by an inch.
the sudden resistance prompts lee to loosen his grip and slowly break the kiss, just long enough to breathe against your lips. he pulls back slightly, with his dark eyes wide, scanning your face with his chest heaving.
"please tell me if i am being too forward with you, my flower," he panted. "tell me to stop, and i will. i… i have missed you to the point of madness."
and if you were being completely honest, you loved it when lee was like this. you loved it when he reminded you that he could effortlessly overpower you. it made your pussy throb with want seeing your boyfriend, a man renowned for his extraordinary discipline, coming undone at the mere sight of you. nothing could possibly be 'too forward' if it were him.
"now that you are here," he continues, "i want nothing more than to show you love. i need you." his voice is such a soft thing, tinged with desperation. "i really need you."
hearing his vulnerable confession, and looking up into his puppy-like eyes made your heart feel sore. he could have you in an instant, but still, he insists on remaining at your mercy. you didn't want him to stop though, not now, not ever—you had to let him have you. you decide to press your body closer into his, completely yielding to his strength. when you give your answer, you never once shift your gaze from his.
"i don't want you to stop, lee. just take me."
the third and final thread of restraint snapped.
lee's hands abandon your wrists, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off your feet as if you weigh nothing to carry. it's like a reflex when you wrap your arms around his neck, and lock your ankles around his waist. his hands find purchase beneath your thighs, and he doesn't waste any time in racing to your bedroom. the movement is swift, sharpened by years of testing the limits of his speed. he kicks the bedroom door open and takes a stride to your bed—still faintly laced with the scent of you exactly as he remembers it. even though his hands are shaking with anticipation, he still lays you down on the mattress with the utmost care, like you're a monument of marble that could crack and break into thousands of fragments.
lee hovers above your laid form, looking down at you with eyes that are committed to storing every part of this moment to his starved memory. your parted lips, slightly swollen from his kisses; the way you flutter your lashes at him with half-lidded eyes; the addictive sound of your soft breaths. he can't resist you any longer.
the world outside the room seems to disappear when he slots his lips in between yours again, more fervent and hungrier than he was earlier. your fingers tangle deep into the thick dark strands of his hair, pulling him closer into you as you match the passion of the kiss. you start to arch your back and buck your hips up against him in the pursuit of more pressure, more contact, the slightest something to ease the throbbing of your cunt. lee presses the weight of his cock—hard and clothed—between your legs, but not before pinning your hips down to prevent you from having your fill. you whine softly in response.
"come on, goddess," he breathes against your neck, kissing the skin there as consolation, "i do not want to deny you either… surely, you can understand." his voice is so gentle, but his actions are less than. he rises, and his bandaged fingers grip onto the waistband of your pants, dragging them down to leave you clad in your underwear. a hum rumbles in his throat when he sees the outline of your labia, soaked and swollen with arousal, through the thin fabric of your panties. "you must have missed me too. isn't that right, y/n?"
"i did, baby," you nod, voice breathy with need. "i'm glad you're here."
"i do not doubt that, my angel."
it's his turn to strip now. he's quick to unfasten his green flak jacket, setting the heavy material aside to reveal his broad chest. your eyes trail downwards, allowing his abs to guide you as they tense and relax with every ragged breath he takes. the outline of his obliques tempt your eyes some more, taking them further south to his adonis' belt. those two lines disappear dangerously low into the waistband of his remaining clothing. you don't have to ask for more. lee is already stepping out of his pants, revealing the bulge thats threatening to escape the confines of his boxers.
"but, i think you doubt just how much i missed you."
lee crawls towards you on the mattress, chasing the gap between your bodies. his warmth is enticing. you're trapped between the stronghold of his arms.
"you were on my mind every second," his breath tickles your skin as he tracks ardent kisses from the chisel of your jawline, down to your collarbones. "you were in my dreams, and now, you are finally in front of me." he rasps, rocking his hard cock against your pussy as if his words barely hold enough conviction. "i really missed you, y/n. really, really missed you."
you feel his hands snake behind your knees, raising your legs and pushing them up as his erection exerts more pressure onto your pussy. your legs rests on his shoulders as he continues. a shiver runs through you when you feel the damp spot of precum seeping through the thin cotton of lee's boxers against you. you're both soaking each other right now, and neither of you can stop the collective outpour of gasps spilling from your lips. the feeling of his hardness rutting against your clothed clit feels heavenly, and all you can do is moan, because you know your boyfriend is far from finished.
the warmth is building up fast. he stops his grinding quickly, just to pull down his boxers and free his cock. you almost want to drool over how it stands on end, how it pulses in the air, and how his flushed tip leaks with desire. he pulls your panties to the side, slipping his hard length in between the lips of your pussy. lee shifts back and forth, allowing you to feel every vein on him as it drags along your clit. you don't know where to look, with your hungry gaze torn between his slick erection as it passes back and forth between your wet core, and his intense face, cast with a light pink flush. lee moans as he meets your eyes.
"you don't know how good you're making me feel, y/n," he whispers.
he kisses at your sternum while bucking his hips against you. the kisses reach the swell of your breasts, and his tongue swipes over one taut nipple before he seals his lips around it. you exhale when he circles his tongue around the sensitive bud, sucking at it with thirst. the suction makes your back arch further against him, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. at that, he decides to pin your wrists up against the mattress to further immobilise you. it makes you moan with need. lee refuses to leave your other breast untouched, and he focuses his attention on it with the exact same passion, with his teeth grazing against it ever so slightly.
you can feel yourself about to cum, and you know that lee is teetering on the edge of his climax too as he struggles to maintain his pace. your body feels unbearably hot, and lee is pressing harder against you like he wants your body to catch flames.
he's overwhelmed at the fact that there's so much of you. those hungry lips of his return to your neck, nipping at the skin there before settling his mouth taut over the expanse of it. he sucks hard against your throat and lingers there indefinitely, nearly consuming you. you can feel his eyelashes brushing over your skin. it adds a new dimension to your indulgence, and you can feel yourself struggling to keep your eyes open against the rapidly approaching waves of pleasure bursting from your core. you're past the point of controlling yourself now, and it's automatic when your orgasm breaks over you, sharp and intense. your legs slips off of his shoulders. your eyes shut tightly. you're clutching on fistfuls of his hair, and every muscle in your body jerks relentlessly, causing the bedsprings let out a creak of protest from beneath you. lee follows up quickly with his own climax as he soaks you with thick, hot spurts of cum that spill on your belly. the suction on your neck stops, and it's instead replaced by lee's warm breath on your skin.
"y/n-" he cuts himself off with a moan against your ear, "do you see what you do to me, my blossom?" he leaves soft pecks along your neck, giving extra to the fresh hickey. lee doesn't intend for it to be teasing, but it feels that way when he slowly rubs his slick-coated cock against your sensitive clit, still pulsating and raw from orgasm. he raises his head to look down at you—more particularly, the love-bite on your neck.
"i can not believe you belong to me," he whispers. "give me a kiss, my love."
the kiss is nothing short of greedy and obscene. you both moan into it, and you can feel the warmth settling deep in your belly once again, despite the fact that lee has just coaxed an orgasm out of you. his tongue slips past yours for a final time before he breaks the kiss.
"perfect," he pecks at your neck, "just like that, y/n. so good." he breathes, beginning a trail of kisses down your chest. each one against your skin feels like heaven as they mark the gentle slope of your belly. the ghost of his breath sets a precedent, warning you before his lips can even land on you. it makes the muscles of your stomach contract with anticipation before each kiss.
"you are truly a beauty," he purrs. "every last part of you." the kisses travel even lower, moving just above the waistband of your panties in an unbroken sequence. lee appears to have predicted your next movements, because his hands have already found the flare of your hips. you sigh with exasperation as you thrust your hips up. all you want to do is move without restraint and ride against his mouth, but he's held you hostage, anchoring your lower body flat against the mattress again.
"please, lee," you sob. "please don't make me wait."
"but you will wait, my angel. just as i have." he fans the flame even further by having the nerve to press a soft kiss to your clit. "you deserve my complete focus. i can't give you my full effort if you rush me. just let me have you, okay?"
you nod, wordlessly.
"i am glad you understand."
lee slides his tongue across your needy pussy, dragging it salaciously in a stripe that stretches from your weeping entrance to your protruding clit. he swallows. you taste like all the things he was so desperately craving in your absence, and its better than anything his mind could have mimicked to fill the you-shaped void he left behind for five days. your essence taste sweet on his tongue, exactly like the feeling of reward after discipline. he makes a vow to himself: he will savour you as to never forget you.
after that one lick, he's insatiable. his mouth engulfs your clit, and you can feel every single nerve being greeted by the slickness of his tongue as it contorts and presses patterns on the very tip of it. lee has only been starved of your proximity, but he slurps and laps away at you as if he has been starved of all sustenance; as if there is no real difference between you, food, and drink. he's not letting you run anywhere. he tugs you by your legs and pushes your cunt further into his face, keeping your thighs elevated against the force of his hands behind your knees.
"fuck, lee," you moan into the air, calling his name like a prayer. "fuck, fuck, fuck!"
he's fighting a losing battle against the sound of your voice. he wantonly moans into you, and the vibrations against your pussy drive you closer to the edge. the room is filled with nothing but your noises at this rate: the noise of your gushing cunt against lee's hungry mouth, the noise of your constant gasps—your moans and your pleas. it's addicting to lee.
he can feel your second orgasm coming to take you by storm. your head throws itself back, your thighs are start to shudder, and your body is beginning to relentlessly writhe with every ruthless flick of his tongue against your sore clit. still, he does not move from the paradise between your thighs. he doesn't care, and he'll continue to have his fill of you until he's satisfied. there is no drop of your slowly trickling essence that goes to waste as his mouth catches it with every hard pulse of your pussy. it's akin to finishing the meal of a lifetime that leaves you licking at a near-empty plate. that unyielding tongue continues to take you through each wave of orgasmic shock until tears fall out of your eyes.
every single nerve is jumping. your heart feels like it's in between your legs, and you aren't sure how long you can stay strong for. unlike you, lee remains adamant and sure of himself. he refuses to let you come down from this high. he starts to curl two fingers inside of you, reaching for that particularly sensitive spot that lies deep in your pussy.
"lee!" you cry out his name. it does nothing to grab his attention.
you're oversensitive, past your limit, and he's still fucking into you with his fingers—still sucking away at you mercilessly. your cries are deafening. they get more and more broken as his fingertips tap that place inside you, over, and over, and over. if he couldn't feel it rising inside of you before, he can feel it rising inside of you now. he's circling his tongue around you determinedly, pressing against that spot, and-
warmth.
the moan you let out is sinful. your body gives out before it locks up a final time, and suddenly, lee's face is covered in a warm gush of you, coating his mouth, dripping from his chin and down onto the mattress. he slows down the pace of his tongue, alongside the pace of his fingers as you clench around him. your boyfriend just made you squirt.
when lee finally pulls his head away, he's looking up at you in awe. you're crying softly, chest heaving, and with eyes shut as tears streak your face. for a moment, he panics, absorbed in the fear that he pushed you too far.
"y/n," lee whispers, crawling towards your face. "are you alright, angel?" his thumbs brush away at your tears.
he reaches for your hands and locks his fingers between yours. when you squeeze his hands, he doesn't even feel the slightest bit reassured. he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurt you.
"please. talk to me, angel." he whispers.
there's a drawn silence, split only by heavy breathing.
"oh my god," you finally manage. your eyes open slowly, cast with a lustful shadow as you blink at him. "that was fucking insane, lee."
the worry lee felt gets washed away with your words. you can taste yourself on his lips as he goes in to give you a kiss.
"it was?" he asks.
"it was." you confirm.
"that makes me feel relieved." he cages you with his body. "there is nothing better than the taste of you. but there is nothing worse than your tears if i am hurting you. i love you, y/n." he whispers against your lips.
"i love you too, lee." your breath exchanges with his.
"i love you so much, and it isn't even close, y/n."
lee has been hard ever since he walked through your door, dying to feel his length burrowed inside you. he can't put the last five days behind him either. he taps the tip of his dick against your still-sensitive clit, wanting a sign from you. a sign that says you'll be merciful enough to accept him in your pussy.
"do you want me? as badly as i want you, sweetness?"
"oh, fuck, lee," you whimper. "yes…"
that's all he needs.
with two orgasms under your belt, lee slides into you with minimal effort. the groan he lets out feels like an expulsion of everything he had buried when he was away. every single ridge of your warm pussy around his cock feels like salvation; like a personal apology from you to him for your absence. before long, his balls are pressed against the cleft of your ass, and he's fully bottomed out against you. every vein, every inch, and every minute pulse as he probes inside you makes you feel complete. you're happy to have him back where he belongs.
his forehead is connected to yours, cemented by the thin sheen of sweat that coats both of your bodies. you remain like that for a few seconds, held captive in each other's gaze. lee starts to move now, beginning with a long, deep stroke from tip to hilt. when his hips slam into yours, the filthiest moan comes out of him.
now that he's finally fucking you, there is nothing you can do to stop him. how many times did he think about this moment on his mission? he couldn't tell you. he doesn't want to be reminded of control or discipline—not when he's pushing himself inside you, hard and fast. your breathless calls and pleas encourage him to fuck his hips deeper into you, with each thrust being more ardent than the last.
his strong hands find the back of your thighs and pushes them upwards, leaving your feet suspended in the air. the position he's folded you in makes you cry out obscenely, and lee knows that from there, he's found the tender spot that drives you wild.
his cock curves in just the right way from this angle. he pounds right into it, over and over without fail until your eyes are fluttering shut; until your teeth are sinking into the flesh of your lower lip; and until your toes are curling with pleasure. it feels like the bed frame is going to fall apart at this rate. his tanned skin is glistening with sweat now, with beadlets flowing down his abs. his hair is dishevelled. you are soaked.
"oh, f-fuck," your words are broken by gasps, "lee, please! don't stop!"
"i would never want to!" air cushions his words as he speaks. "if-if i could, i would stay inside you for a lifetime." he plants a messy kiss on your lips.
when the kiss ends, you slip a hand downwards between your legs and rub away at your clit.
lee may be distracted by your pretty face, and occupied by your warm tightness, but there's no way he's letting that slide. he catches on almost immediately, severing his eye contact to look down at your fingers rolling around your clit.
“stop,” he said huskily. "i am here. do not do that."
he seizes your free hand and pins it right above your head. he does the same for the other, holding your wrists flat with one hand as his thumb rubs firm circles around your clit on your behalf.
once again, you can feel tears of pleasure brimming at the corner of your eyes. you are absolutely sore with blinding pleasure. you're moaning desperately now, with your words growing more and more incoherent for every snap of his hips.
"i wish you could look at yourself, blossom," he praises. "you are taking me so well."
"every," slap! "last," slap! "inch." slap!
lee is moving at a speed you can barely process. your pleasure is growing exponentially, to the point where it's getting impossible to verbalise. it's coming now: that familiar sensation brewing in the depths of your womb, like a compressed spring about to free itself.
"lee," you rasp, "lee, lee, lee, i'm—hah—so close, i can't, i can't-"
"you can, y/n," he breathes, "you can keep taking it. come on, you feel so—ngh!—good around me. "
your face is wet with tears now. lee's forehead presses harder against yours as he tastes the salt on his lips, kissing the droplets as they fall.
you don't care who hears you anymore. you're shaking as much as lee's grip allows; gasping, and crying out his name as your orgasm tears through you with ferocity. your pussy is strangling his dick, gripping him like you don't want him to escape your cunt. lee gasps for every time you clench rhythmically around his length, but still, he fucks you through your high with the same vigour, and he still presses shapes into your clit as if you really need more. it's the best kind of torture. it really couldn't get any better than this.
his grip on your wrists are getting tighter, to the point of leaving bruises. his lips stay parted. he can barely keep his eyes open as he splits you open. he's getting close.
"y/n," his voice is strained-. "wh-where do you want me to fi-"
"-inside!" you answer immediately. "fuck! please, lee, i need you to cum inside of me!"
he'll give you anything you want.
lee drags his cock all the way back, and slams into your pussy for a final time before his thighs lock, leaving him reduced to a panting, moaning mess on top of you. you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you. you can feel every throb as he paints your womb white with spurts of hot cum. even though he's plugging your insides with his length, his seed spills out of your entrance, trickling down your ass and pooling onto the mattress. he stays like that for a few moments, wrapped in post-coital bliss as his grip on your wrists finally loosens.
"i love you, y/n." his voice is soft.
"i know, baby," you murmur. "i love you too."
"you did well, and i am so proud." his fingers intertwine with yours as he peppers soft kisses on your cheeks. "i was a bit harsh though, wasn't i?" he remarks, sheepishly. he looks down at the hickeys on your neck, up at the minor bruises on your wrists, and down at the ones blooming on your hips where he had pinned you down earlier before meeting your eyes again. you catch him blushing faintly.
a soft chuckle escapes your breath. "you didn't hurt me. you could never hurt me, lee."
"i am pleased!" he smiles, revealing dimples.
"but you were harsh."
"yes… i was..." his eyes dart around, desperate to escape the weight of your gaze. it's almost as if he didn't fold you and fuck the life out of you.
"and all because you didn't see me for five days?"
"it is only natural, y/n! i think about you all the time. not being able to have you was terrible for me." he gets over his bashfulness quickly, looking down at you with rounded eyes.
adorable, you think. how such a small span of time can have such a big impact on a person. it makes your heart flutter.
"well, i'm not going anywhere, baby," you reassure. "i'm going to be right here, lee."
it's already over. you can feel his cock twitch inside of you again.
"i know, my flower," he kisses the corner of your lips. "you are going to be here all night."
includes: naruto, sasuke, kiba, shino, shikamaru, neji, lee
warnings: NSFW!! oral!fem receiving
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naruto
very messy and unpredictable….but also insanely good.
i think naruto would be too eager about it in the beginning. this man would be practically jumping for joy when you allow him to eat you out.
i hc that naruto has an oral fixation, and also a fixation on your pussy….and eating you out seems like the perfect solution.
he’s so messy with it, and very unpredictable. he’ll be sucking on your clit for a couple seconds, and then all of the sudden his tongue is in your hole, and then a couple seconds later he’s licking your clit and fingering you. he changes it up a lot. he’s also soooo messy. your juices will be all over his face by the time he’s done with you. and he loves it. he especially loves when you squirt on his face. (he will definitely try to kiss you after; even if your wetness is literally dripping off of him)
he would LOVE 69ing. he gets to eat you out while you suck him off?? sign him tf up.
sasuke
slow and sensual.
sasuke likes the intimate and private time he gets with you. i don’t think he’d be into that rough and rushed kind of sex, he likes taking his time.
therefore, i think sasuke would take it real slow and make it super intimate. he wouldn’t even be eating your pussy…he’d be straight up making out with it.
open mouthed kisses, tongue exploring your most vulnerable area, he’d be doing all of that kind of stuff. and definitely whispers short but sweet phrases to you.
“your doing so good for me…” “you taste divine…” “that’s it…just let go…” stuff like that
kiba
loud (yes loud…i will elaborate) and MESSY.
loud because of two reasons. 1. he makes you super wet before hand, and he loves to get his tongue all up in there, making the sound very wet. 2. because he will literally growl and whine into your pussy.
i hc that kiba is pretty vocal, and just because his mouth is busy doesn’t mean he won’t be making noises.
and he lovesss to tease. he’s a little mean about it too.
“this pussy’s so wet for me huh? must have been fantasizing about it all day…such a dirty girl.” all being said with a smug ass smirk on his face.
shino
possessively….hear me out.
i hc that shino is really possessive and likes to be in control. he’s very dominant, in and out of the bedroom.
so when he’s eating you out, he’s holding your hips down and forcing your legs apart. and trust your hands were already tied to head board ages before this. he takes it very seriously too.
he teases you just enough to get you needy, and even then he won’t give you what you want immediately.
sooooo much edging.
and he might even mutter a “mine.” in the middle of eating you out,
shikamaru
like he’s mapped out every single spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
we all know shikamaru has a strategy and plan for everything. and this is no different.
he knows just got to flick his tongue right to make you cum undone. he knows just the correct amount of fingers to add and just the right amount of pressure to get you to that peak. and he also knows just what to do to make you beg.
he has you falling apart in no time,
and he acts like it’s ’such a drag’ when your squeezing you thighs around his head and pulling his hair too hard….but he secretly likes it.
neji
timidly….but he doesn’t understand how good he is at it.
i think that neji is a very confident person on the outside….but on the inside he is very insecure.
when it comes to sex he is very clueless, he’s just trying his hardest to please you, and he doesn’t understand that he’s doing a really good job already.
you can literally cum three times on his face and he’ll still be like, “was that okay?”
he’s hesitant when it comes to licking your clit or fingering you, but if you praise him a bit and even guide him though it, he’ll be having you see stars,
lee
let’s just say…..you squirt multiple times.
lee puts 200% into everything he does, and sex is no exception. if anything, he treats it like a mission. and the mission is to make you scream his name.
he’ll have a strong hold on your legs, usually hook them over his shoulders, and go to town. and nothing you can do will stop him (unlsss you really want him to stop, then ofc he would. he’s a sweet boy)
pull his hair, kick your legs, beg and cry….he ain’t giving up until you’ve soaked every inch of the sheets.
he’s also babbling nonsense the whole time too. he’s soooo pussy drunk while eating you out.
he will literally beg to eat you out. he loves pleasuring his girl more than anything. and how can you say no when he’s giving you the puppy dog eyes?
Summary - He’s dorky. He’s kind and seemingly hypnotized by the front window of your yoga studio. Constantly making sly glances until your eyes meet where he then throws a beaming thumbs up. You can only awkwardly smile. Curious as to who the friendly bushy eyebrowed man is
Contents - Domestic, Fluff, Modern
An - He’s such a green buff flag. I need that bad. Also shoutout to the artist on TikTok @oliver_jin_wang for the crazy Lee art. Def go check him out.
It’s early. 4:30am in the morning early. You don’t know why your feet have strung you back to the studio but they have. It’s foggy outside and the sky is dark. Your phone is on dnd not that there were any messages going to come through anyway. It’s way too early and way too late for any kind of communication at this time. All you can really do is grip your bag and push forward into the cold morning air that stings at your face.
When you’re finally in front of the studio pushing the key into the lock your whole body shivers. You could have done your routine at home. Stretched a little and maybe satisfied your legs. Maybe even allowed yourself a little time for basic poses and breathing. Deep down though you knew it wouldn’t have kept you happy. Not with the growing muscles and flexing pains all throughout your body. You needed the full workout. The full body serenity.
Settling your things on the mat floor you flip on a light and begin. Taking your shoes and socks off. Pushing your off to the side. You enter a state of pure calm. Both your mind and body becoming one. Even with it just being stretched at first. Gradually it intensifies. From a headstand to a crane pose. Continuing to shift into different things a few minutes at a time.
It all floats around you. Your body relaxes as it’s supported by your arms and legs. Whatever the pose requires. It’s all so nice so calming. All until you look at the big giant glass window that has a full view of whatever you’re doing from the outside. Theres a man. With a dark green hoodie and a pensive look on his face. He’s observing. Looking you up and down. Until he’s not.
Looking straight into your eyes while you attempt to multitask. You squeak when you meet his eyes. There’s a million thoughts running through your mind per second that are all seemingly washed away when he smiles. For a moment you can’t tell if it’s the way your body is angled but you can feel the blood rush to your head.
He’s sporting sweatpants. A duffle bag hung over his shoulders. Earphones dangling from around his neck. It takes you squinting to realize he’s holding two thumbs up. Now you were never one to judge a book by its cover but he looked like those nerdy guys in the back of your college classes. A book in his face instead of anything social.
So you let it slide. Let him stare and be on his way. It’s all men did anyways what’s wrong with giving one permission? Thats how it started. How you justified your long stretches and early yoga but as time went on you found yourself waiting at the window for him.
His stupid bowl cut and wide eyes. Like every pose you did was something intricate and amazing. Wearing more matching sets. Doing your hair more neatly. All it took was one morning to change your whole dynamic. When he walked in and you got a more personal look at him.
“Excuse me” A heavy voice rings out into the air “I’m not sure if this studio is open but I’ve seen you these past couple of mornings and-“
Great is all you can remember running through your mind. He was ruining the whole eye candy or window shopping thing you were putting out for him. You guys weren’t meant to interact just look at each other and awkwardly ignore each other in public.
Opening your eyes you looked up slightly annoyed. Until it all dissipated when he was towering over you. Now you’ve seen built men. Scrolled through them all the time on TikTok but this really took the cake. His shoulders were broad. Face was cute. And you could see the veins poking from beneath his hoodie.
“I’m sorry what’s your name?” Is what you come up with.
He’s much too enthusiastic for the time read on your phone. As if he’s speaking every sentence with an exclamation mark. Every smile he shows you looks oddly cocky in a way but warm when it meets your eyes. It makes your stomach ever so slightly warm.
“Rock lee but you can call me Lee” There it is again those pearly white teeth.
He’s charmed you in a way you weren’t even aware could happen. Instinctively you shrink not trying to size yourself up in front of the guy the width of a fridge. Fiddling with your finger you just listen as he rambles about loving the art of stretching and yoga. How sweet. He is a nerd.
“I’d be grateful if you allowed me to show you more about the stretches we do in Tai if that’s alright?” His voice despite being a little pitchy is welcoming in a very golden retriever way “whenever you would like of course”
You don’t respond just nod your head and hand over your phone. Contact page open just for him. A new slot ready to be saved for the tai Justu specialist.
18+ sub!rock lee finds out he likes iceplay on hot days with a perverted ass f!reader.
“down the hall and the first room to the left!”
it was an average hangout at naruto’s house, in fact, if you never had the urge to piss that day, you wouldn’t realize he had a roommate.
“alright.” you get up from the couches as naruto watches tv, he reaches in a bag of chips and watches you walk into the hallway.
as you’re beelining for the washroom, naruto suddenly makes the letter L with both of his hands, trying to figure out if he got his lefts and rights wrong.
“shiiiiiit.” he looks absolutely mortified. he’d just given you the directions to his roommate’s bedroom instead of the fucking washroom!
you open already slightly ajar door and your jaw drops.
this wasn’t the washroom—this naruto’s big ass roommate’s bedroom!
“o-oh, uh..” you awkwardly laugh, unable to take your eyes off the muscular panes of back while he was stretching. his black hair which looked like a grown out bowlcut reached the base of his neck.
it seemed like he’d just gotten out of bed and he turns around to look at you, snapping you out of a trance.
“lee!” naruto’s jaw drops when he sees you standing in front of the open door like you’ve been possessed. “oh nah!” naruto yells and pops up behind you. he pauses. naruto surveys the expression on your face—a lopsided ass grin that has the word horny written all over it, and worst of al, lee’s oblivious. his huge puppy eyes flicked from naruto and back to you.
“hello?” he asks. “hey.” You reply, shamelessly dragging your eyes up and down his body. lee shifts awkwardly and naruto has to usher your hungry ass out.
“who was that?!” you have the biggest fucking smile on your face, whispering to naruto while he shoves you into the living room. “my roommate.”
“you didn’t tell me your roommate was fine as fuck! thank god you forgot your lefts and rights!” you dramatically put a hand over your chest and sigh before he slaps your hand.
“that’s disgusting! you looked like you were about to pounce on him—you do know that lee has like no romantic experience right?”
“lee.” you repeat his name as if you were going to go sing it in a choir. “that’s fine. but just so y’know, naru, i’m totally gonna bag that.”
“bullshit.” naruto snickers and fixes his face when he sees your expression become deadpan.
2 months later. you indeed bagged that.
you’re walking around the bustling streets of konoha, phone out while stopping to raise a brow. where is he?
you whistle and on cue, footsteps follow behind you. you turn around to see Lee holding your shopping bags and beaming at you.
“wanna go to-“ you stop when you see the faintest bead of sweat. something no one could notice unless they had a byakugan or were just a caring girlfriend.
but lee breaking a sweat over carrying some shopping bags? he walked around with 700 pound weights for goodness’s sake.
“are you..tired?” lee stiffens, as if he’s offended by your question and then scoffs. “nah! just that it’s really hot.” he says, pulling the collar of his top to let the cool air tame the heat accumulating on his chest.
“i can carry them and we can go to ichiraku, really—“
“no.” you protest. he obeys, falling into step beside you while the two of you walk home, because lee knew you weren’t underestimating him or anything and you were secretly cooking something up to do on him anyway.
you turn the keys while they’re in the knob to your apartment and open the door. lee takes his shoes off and you gesture to the table so he unloads your bags there.
“even hotter in here hm, lee?”
“yeah.”
well no fucking shit, you cranked the heater up, but he didn’t know that.
you walk into the kitchen and open the freezer, looking at your ice tray and struggling to hide the grin on your face.
okay, now how do you introduce this concept to lee without freaking him the fuck out? your grin drops at the brainfog you get.
lee did say he was open to anything. plus it’s just ice, and it just so happens to be hot outside and inside.
you look down at the ice tray in your hands and pop it on the counter before walking back out to lee slipping his shirt off.
you’re wet.
his arms are still tangled in the sleeves as he pulls it in front of him and turns to you, giving you a sense of deja vu.
“hey lee, can we try something?” you ask, voice sweet as honey while he looks at you cluelessly. there’s a beat.
“okay!” he smiles, putting a thumbs up, absolutely clueless to what new idea he’s in for.
lee lays on the couch, his back against cushions while you straddle his hips. your knees bracket his thighs and you oogle at his abs, literally just burning the image of his hard work into your eyes, as a result lee gets flustered and moves a forearm in front of his forehead, he sweeps his bangs back with it and notices your mouth full of something?
“are you..eating something?”
“it’s ice.” you let it fall onto your palm in front of your mouth. oh god, lee thinks. you look at him like you’re about to devour him whole. lee’s adam apple bobs in his throat while he anxiously watches your hand drop to his abs.
“—ah!” lee gasps, moving his forearm off his head, torso moving up before you push him back down with one hand by his chest.
“it’s cold!—“ he sucks in air through his teeth while you revel at the flushed look on his face.
“it’s alright babe.” you coo, moving it around the crooks of his toned body while he tries his best not to squirm. little whimpers fall out his mouth while you gently guide it around the sharpcut shapes.
“so fucking handsome.” you mutter, an embarassing moan escapes lee’s lips while you feel his clothed cock pressing up against you.
“woah.” you grin, watching goosebumps form on his arms. an arm reaches your hip and grips it as an anchor.
“just from ice? i thought it was too hot for you?” you rock your hips up on his bulge, he’s too high on pleasure to reply. you stay watching the ice melt and little puddles forming on the divots of his ab. everytime he tensed up, you’d watch them drip down to his v-line.
now you’re quiet and lee notices. “talk t’me..” he rasps. fuck this was messy. you watched his abs glisten and grind your hips down on him harder. his back bows off the bed and finally, both of his hands come to slip under the sides of your shirt. they don’t trail up further.
they just stay there so he doesn’t end up cumming in his pants. not because he’s embarassed—well maybe. but it’s mainly because you haven’t given him permission yet.
you dip your head down to capture his lips in an aggresive kiss—teeth clashing, cold tongue glazing against a warm tongue and whines dying down in throats while you dry hump him.
“lee..” you moan against his mouth, his eyelids hang half-open while he hums against your mouth.
you pull apart and his body involuntarily tries to lean up again to follow you. you push him back down gently again. someone’s needy.
Can I get the guys (including kakashi) reacting to so surprising them with sexy pics? Like they go on a mission and as they go through their pack they find polaroids 👻
😏😏😏 i had a lot of fun with this one! i gave little stories to each other! hope u enjoy 💋 i also described the pics but you can imagine them anyway you want too!
Naruto boys finding nudes of you during their mission
includes: kakashi, jiraiya, naruto, sasuke, shikamaru, kiba, shino, lee
warnings: NSFW!!!!
not proofread!!!
kakashi
kakashi would be exhausted. this mission has been driving him crazy, especially with naruto constantly going off plan. he was so excited to sleep, but more than that….he missed you. kakashi was used to sleeping without you because of missions, but tonight was difficult. all he wanted was to curl up behind you and hump the back of your thighs while you read his book to him….was that really too much to ask for?
you can imagine his surprise when he opened his back pack and saw three Polaroids sitting on top of his blanket. he flipped them over, expecting either cute pictures of your two together or stupid pictures naruto took to prank him. what he wasn’t expecting was nude photos of his girlfriend….and that’s exactly what he got.
one of you in a very explicit position on your shared bed, one in nothing but his mask and that black lingerie set he loves, and then one with nothing on at all.
kakashi came in his pants….simply just from looking at them.
when he got back from his mission, your met him at your front door with a smile on your face.
“Welcome back-“ you don’t even get to finish your sentence before Kakashi is dragging you to the nearest surface to fuck you senseless on.
jiraiya
he’s going crazy guys….but i think we already knew this.
he already stole some of your panties to get him through this mission. when he gets to the rooms their staying at, he locks his door immediately and lies down. he prepares to jerk off to the thought of you (and your panties of course) but instead he gets a surprise! pictures of you, nude and in the lingerie he bought for you.
blood practically sprays out of his nose. this is the best thing that could ever happen to him (other than meeting you of course)
some of the pictures have you in his favorite position; on all fours with your ass in the air. but he also greatly appreciates the pictures with your tits as well.
when he gets home, all he does is smirk and place the cum soaked photos down on the counter. you’re probably embarrassed, but he doesn’t care. expect to have sex for the next 24 hours (and no his age doesn’t slow him down….)
naruto
you and naruto were always very clumsy when it came to sex. most of the time it was very rushed with little foreplay because of how desperate he would be after a mission.
you always felt bad though….since during this time he would be repeating “missed you so much….” and you wished there was a way you could be there to please him.
so you found a solution: nudes!
you didn’t tell him about it because you wanted it to be a surprise. and boy was he surprised…
he had a shitty day, not much happened and the whole time he was getting yelled at by his teammates. he was tired and pent up at the same time. and he desperately wished you were here so that he could blow off some steam…inside of you that is.
when he opened his bag to grab some instant ramen, that’s when he saw it. just one photo…but it was the best one he’s ever seen. you were wearing his orange jacket, the one he was wearing right now. underneath you were posed on your knees with a flimsy black underwear set on. Not to mention your glossy lips were in the picture too….and those eyes that made him crazy.
there was writing on the back of the photo. it read: “Love you baby. i’m in your bed right now….i miss you xoxo Y/n.” signed in your writing.
Naruto had the time of his life that night….he was so horny he came three times and slept like a baby afterwards.
when he comes home to see you, of course he hugs you tightly and spins you around. this was something he did every time. but before you could say anything he whispered to you, “thanks for the gift~” to say the least; you two had a fun night.
sasuke
sasuke never really talked to you about mission. but you did always notice how tired he was when he would get home, which was odd since naruto or his other teammates would be energetic. it seemed that maybe sasuke had trouble sleeping when he was away from you.
so you decided to put some secret pictures in his bag to make him feel more at home. one of them was a picture of the both of you from a while ago. he actually smiled in the picture, which was surprising because he almost never did that. you also put a picture of the black cat you two adopted. but then you got a little carried away….and by that i mean you took some inappropriate photos. ^He’s always taking such good care of me and making sure im satisfied before he leaves for a mission…so it only seems fair i give him a little something to hold him over while he’s gone…^ that was your thought process.
he opened his bag after a long few days of traveling to grab some clothes. His eyes widened when he saw the pictures. he smiled while looking at the sweet ones. he would never admit it out loud but he loved his little ‘family.’ and the pictures really did soothe him a bit….especially the nudes.
he choked on his own spit when he pulled those ones out. one of them was with you in his black hoodie in a very seductive pose, the other was you naked and lying on his bed with the golden sun shining on your body in the way he loves, and the last one was a mirror picture of you in blood red lingerie.
Sasuke didn’t like to jerk off. it made him feel like some kind of horny teenager. but he made an exception this time.
when he got home he looked pissed off. he ran to your shared home and immediately smashed his lips onto yours. yes you were in for a punishment; but it was clear that sasuke had a lot of energy. which meant your soothing tactic to help him sleep worked!
shikamaru
shikamaru always worked so hard, even though he seemed so lazy. he was always going on missions or filling mission reports. you two barley had time to yourselves anymore. he felt bad, he always did. he felt like you deserved a lot more than he was able to give. but you understood that he didn’t neglect you on purpose.
so out of the kindness of your heart, and your love for him, you decided to put a special surprise in his pack before he left for another long and boring mission.
he was tired and frustrated, almost no one listened to him and they almost got themselves seen by the enemy. all he wanted to do was smoke a cigarette and go to bed. when he opened his cigarette box, a polaroid fell out. he picked it up with confusion. but after seeing it, he smirked and shook his head. “so trouble some…”
it was a picture of you in his green vest, wearing nothing under neath of course. and you had one of his cigarettes hanging out your mouth, the bottom of it was covering in your lipstick. it’s exactly what he needed to see after a long day
trust you got the best head of your life when he got home
kiba
Kiba was an asshole sometimes.
everytime he left before a mission he would get dressed and complain to you before leaving, waking you up early in the morning so that you can suffer with him. and before he would leave, he would give you a kiss that left you breathless…and leave an ache between your thighs. and he knew too. because he would leave the house with a cheeky smirk. two can play at that game…
when he got back to his tent, he opened his bag for some a change of clothes. but what he found in there was something he didn’t remember packing. a bunch of photos…all kinds of them. you with his jacket wearing your bra, you sticking your tongue out for him because that always drove him crazy, you arching your back all pretty, and many many more. and the best (and worst) part was….each picture was sprayed with your perfume (he has a raging scent kink)
kiba was beyond hot and bothered. he’s never finished a mission so quickly before in his life. he came stomping back from his mission, immediately cornering you. “So you wanna play games huh? you think it’s cute to tease me?” he smirked
he had his way with you all night, he didn’t stop until you were sobbing and shaking….you learned your lesson after that.
shino
shino was always so quiet and mysterious, no one would ever guess he was such a perv. of course you knew though, since you were his girlfriend. you got to see that perverted and horny side that he always hid away.
kiba’s girlfriend left nude pictures in his backpack during a mission. kiba was bragging about it when he got back. shino didn’t show any reaction to it, but you could sense it. he was a bit…jealous. it seemed he wanted pictures too….
and what kind of a girlfriend would you be if you didn’t give your sweet boyfriend a couple of nudes.
during a mission he was re organizing his bag when he found them. two simple polaroid pictures. he didn’t think much of them until he turned them around and his face went red. one was your in a seductive position wearing his white cloak….the other was you in his black glasses wearing absolutely nothing.
shino wasn’t very fond of jerking off….but he really couldn’t help but do it this time.
he stayed quiet the rest of the mission, even more quiet then usual. when they got home he didn’t say a word to his team, he just went straight to your house and walked in without a warning.
before you even knew it he had you tied up and naked….
lee
rock lee was your sweet and respectful boyfriend. he almost never acted perverted towards you….or at least not right infront of you. but you could tell.
anytime you turned around his eyes would be staring at your ass. or when you would wear a V neck shirt he would be a blushing mess, trying his hardest not to stare at your chest. he felt so disrespectful for being like this; and you thought that was cute. you felt like he deserved a gift for being such a strong boyfriend.
while out on a mission he opened his bag and was excited to see an envelope from you. he was expecting a small motivation note or something along those lines….he was not expecting nude photos signed with lipstick kiss marks….
you were splayed across his bed with your fingers in your hair and teeth biting your lower lip. you were wearing a push up bra and laced panties….green of course. and on the back of the photo was a print of your lips in red lipstick. he became red so fast; and all the blood in his body rushed to his dick.
he got himself off all night. how could he not when his beautiful girlfriend was kind enough to bless him with this photo??!!!
when he got home he ran into your arms and got on his knees to praise you and thank you over and over again. it was honestly a bit amusing. he was even more excited when you said you could have sex. he literally jumped with excitement and picked you up to carry you to your room. he didn’t care how tired he was; he couldn’t rest until he’s fully satisfied his girl!
warnings: NSFW (MINORS DNI) bit of bdsm and rougher topics all charecters are aged up!! naruto and students are around 19-20
not proof read! requests are open!!!
Kakashi
power play.
I know it might seem a little ooc, but trust, I feel like he'd be really into power play.
and while yes he loves it when you call him master and get all obedient for him; I also think he would really like calling you mistress and submitting to you.
Like yes he will definitely get on his knees and kiss your legs and 'earn' your permission to fuck you. He's down for all that freaky shit.
but if you tell anyone about this he'd probably jump off the nearest building LMAO he would get so embarrassed.
Gai
praise praise praise.
please praise him LMAO.
Gai already likes praise in general, but praise from you!? he's already nutting in his pants.
Also I'm giving him another: fake rivalry.
Clearly Gai is obsessed with having a rival (cough cough Kakashi)
So if y'all kinda role-play and pretend to be rivals while fucking, he will be so hype. He would feel accomplished lolll
Jiraiya
Exhibitionism
I mean like what the hell doesn't turn Jiraiya on?
I think that he definitely likes being a little public with it, it exciting and it also turns him on knowing he's the only who can do this to you.
I don't think he'd like having full on naked sex out int he open, but he would definitely like teasing you and stuff.
Jiraiya would definitely put one of those wireless remote control vibrators in your before taking a 'nice' walk around the village at night. He would random turn it on, messing with the intensity constantly before turning it off again. It would suck for you, but he loves watching you fall apart and have trouble walking.
He also makes out with you in public. sorry not sorry. He doesn't care who tf y'all are in front of off, he will kiss you silly wherever and whenever he wants.
Oh in bar bathrooms...for get about it. You've probably been bent over evert bathroom counter int he village at least twice by now. You'd think because of his age he wouldn't have so much stamina....but trust he does.
Naruto
Breathing
Naruto is so happy that you chose him a lover, so it only makes sense that he obsessed with everything about you. And the loves listening to you breathe.
While yes, it helps him fall asleep and night to hear your sleepy breathing and listen to your heart beat in your chest.
But it also heavily turns him on when he sees your chest deeply heave after your coming down from your high And it definitely turns him on to hear your breathy, desperate, little gasps when your trying to reach that said high.
Like yes please make out with him and breathe in his ear while your hump this shit out of him. He goes crazy for stuff like that.
After your done with a training session, and your breathing all heard and your chest is going up and down, expect Naruto to drag you to the nearest bathroom LMAO.
Sasuke
his ears
hear me out
Sasuke's ears are sooo sensitive, but he would rather die than admit it.
One day you decide to test out something you read; something about how licking the other shell of someone's ear can be hot. So while you and Sasuke are making out, you test it out. And he will dead ass cum in his pants. From then on, you do it all the time.
If your want to tease him, whisper something in his ear, even if it's super casual. Just feeling your lips by his ear and listening to your soft voice is enough to drive him up the wall.
And if you nip his ear...he's a goner.
Shikamaru
Sexting
I mean Shikamaru is like super lazy, so texting each other becomes a very common thing. Even if y'all are in the same house, cuddling each other on the same damn bed, he will still text you instead of actually talking. (he claims it saves his energy)
Surprisingly, Shika is really good at dirty talk, he just doesn't do it because he's lazy. But texting you all that dirty talk...he can def do that.
You'll be in class and get a text from him, expecting just a casual 'wyd' message and instead get a whole paragraph like: 'when your get home I'm gonna ******* and the I'm gonna ******** you're so fucking **** I can't wait to *****.' you can never catch a break with this guy.
And if you lock eyes with him in class after reading that, he will look super casual LMAO
Kiba
scent.
i mean we all know Kiba has a crazy sense of smell, so obviously he would be able to track your scent no matter where you are. so he knows what you smell like. he knows how your natural musk is and what your perfume smells like too.
Kiba would definitely know right away if you switched perfumes. he’d probably pout about it at first because he liked the other one but after a couple of days he’ll get used to it. also if you wear too much of it, expect him to sneeze A LOT.
but anyway, he loves to smell you during sex. wether that be shoving his face into the crook of your neck and taking in your scent, or being all gross and sniffing your panties (which you always yell at him for but you secretly like it) he LOVES your scent.
sometimes, when he’s really desperate for you, he’ll beg you to let him smell you.
“Just a sniff baby, i need it. I need you.”
how can you say no to him when he’s looking at you with those sad puppy eyes? 🥺
Shino
hickeys
since no one can really see his neck because of his big ass coat, feel free to leave as many as possible.
I think he finds it very romantic to be able to mark each other like that. He also finds the feeling very sensual to kiss and suck on someone's neck. He also enjoys that's feeling on himself.
If you were to ever to show off your hickeys, wearing nothing but a tank top outside in public. He would pass tf out LMAO he loves it.
He's secretly very possessive.
Neji
hair pulling.
this goes both ways.
First of all, he has that long ass hair. I also feel like Neji can get a bit bossy sometimes, so if you want him to shut the hell up, just pull him by his hair.
The first time you did it, it was probably an accident. But when you saw his blushing face and a tent forming in his pants, you knew you had to do that again.
I also feel like Neji is a bit quiet during sex, but trust if you pull on his hair, he will start moaning like a girl.
But second; he also loves to pull your hair. When he's feeling extra dominant and he wants you to submit, he will definitely pull your head back by your hair while giving your the nastiest back shots known to man kind.
He is also the type to put your hair into a makeshift ponytail while you blow him.
Lee
Overstimulation.
I think Lee really likes it when you guys treat sex like training. (I read a fic about this lmao)
Like please let him finger you into oblivion, it gives him a good arm workout. But don't expect to be done after he's made you cum 5 times on his fingers, he still needs to work out the other arm too!
Lee is someone who can NEVVERRR do a quickie, since he has so much stamina from training, he can go round and round after round.
Literally, you could have done like 9 rounds and he is still amped up on energy.
And do NOT squirt around him, he be determined to make your squirt at least 6 more times before letting you take a break.
But of course, if you really need a break or want to stop, he will gladly give you as much time as you need, he's still a sweet boy. (call him sweet boy and he will nut instantly)
Gaara
dry humping
sometimes it just takes so much energy to get fully unclothed and actually commit to having sex. Also since Gaara isn't a super sexual person in the sense that he doesn't really like to get undress and all that other stuff, dry humping is such a good alternative.
I also HC that Gaara is a bit submissive, I mean he will def Dom you sometimes but regular he will usually submit to you and listen to you (bc you love him and he feels like this is a way he can prove that he loves u too)
Imagine after a long day, your both exhausted but still so pent up. So your just in his lap, grinding away while your heavily makeout and pull at each other's hair. Trust he will be nutting in his pants.
And if you also whisper sweet nothings to him...he's done for.
Kankuro
bondage
need i say more?
trust he will tie you up with his chakra strings and eat you out until your sobbing....
He definitely finds it hot that your comfortable enough with him to allow him to tie you up and be at his mercy (he also lokey has a power complex soooo)
warnings. — oral (f rec), petnames, fingering, hard fucking, multiple sex scenes, jaehyun is hungry af, edging, praising kink, dumbification, multiple sex positions, wife and husband, married, loud sex, y/n has a full back tattoo, they're so inlovee, backshots, size difference / size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink (light or heavy), marking.
wc. — 2.3k
synopsis. — jaehyun comes home from military leave exhausted but desperate for his wife (reader) the second he walks in he devours you—deep kisses, relentless oral, then rough backshots on the couch for half an hour straight. needy, vocal, marking you up while praising you softly. high sex drive means the night is nowhere near over. your body and full tattooed back take everything he gives.
the door clicked open at 11:47 pm. jaehyun stepped inside still in his military fatigues, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, boots heavy on the wooden floor. twenty-eight years old, broad shoulders filling the frame, taller than the doorway made sense for. two weeks into his temporary discharge, thirty days total—and this was the first night he made it home before midnight. the apartment smelled like the jasmine rice you cooked earlier and the faint vanilla of your lotion.
you were on the couch in an oversized black t-shirt and nothing else, legs tucked under, scrolling on your phone, back decorated with that full snake graphic tattoo that curled from your shoulder blades down to the dip above your ass. you looked up when the door shut and your whole face changed—eyes softening, lips parting like you’d been waiting for this exact second.
he dropped the bag. didn’t even kick his boots off properly.
“hey,” he said, voice low, tired, but already thickening with something else.
you stood up fast.
he crossed the room in three strides, caught you by the waist, and lifted you clean off the floor. the size difference hit immediately—your feet dangling, his biceps flexing under the fabric as he pulled you against his chest.
he was bulkier now, months of training carved into lean muscle, abs tight, happy trail disappearing under his belt. you fit against him like you were made to disappear there.
“missed you so fucking much,” he muttered against your mouth before he kissed you.
it wasn’t soft. he swallowed you whole—tongue sliding in deep, wet, controlling the angle so your head tilted back. you whimpered into it, eyes fluttering shut, mouth going slack almost instantly because he didn’t let you lead.
he did everything: sucked on your tongue, licked the roof of your mouth, bit your lower lip just hard enough to make you gasp. one big hand cupped the back of your head, the other gripping your ass, squeezing, kneading like he needed to remind himself you were real.
your back hit the couch first. he followed right after, caging you in, knees on either side of your hips. you were already breathing hard, cheeks flushed. he pulled your t-shirt up and off in one motion, mouth latching onto your neck, then lower—collarbone, the soft swell of your breast, sucking marks that would bruise tomorrow. his dimples flashed when he looked up at you for half a second, that boyish smile cutting through the hunger.
“jaehyun—” you started, but he was already moving down, spreading your legs with his shoulders.
he ate you like a man starved. tongue flat and slow at first, then focused, relentless. every lick, every suck had your hips twitching. he groaned against you, the vibration making you whine louder. one arm hooked under your thigh, holding you open while the other hand pressed down on your lower stomach, keeping you still. you came the first time fast—back arching, small hands fisting his short hair, a broken “fuck” slipping out.
he didn’t stop.
second time he added two fingers, curling them just right, mouth still working your clit. you were shaking, overwhelmed, eyes glassy. he looked up at you, lips shiny, dimples deep. “that’s it, baby. let me have it.”
by the third you were pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive, but he just kissed your inner thigh and murmured, “one more for me, my wife. missed this pussy so bad.”
when he finally pulled back, his cock was straining against his pants—thick, heavy, already leaking. he stood just long enough to shove his fatigues down, shirt ripped off over his head. abs flexing, biceps bulging, that happy trail leading down to where he was rock hard. y/n’s eyes widened a little every time, like you still couldn’t believe how big he was.
he flipped you over without warning, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours on the couch, back arched, that snake tattoo on full display. he ran his palm down your spine, thumb tracing the inked bones and scales. “love this fucking tattoo,” he said, voice rough. “love looking at it while i fuck you.”
he pushed in slow at first—letting you feel every inch, stretching you open. you were so tight, so wet from his mouth, but still gasping at the fullness. your waist in his big hands looked tiny. he bottomed out and stayed there a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard.
“so good,” he whispered. “my beautiful wife. so fucking perfect for me.”
then he started moving.
rough. desperate. months of pent-up need in every thrust. skin slapping, couch creaking under you both. he gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks, one hand sliding up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down while he fucked you deeper. backshots for what felt like forever—half an hour at least, pace never letting up. he’d slow down when you got close, edging you until you were crying into the cushion, then slam back in harder.
“jaehyun—please—” you whimpered, voice muffled.
“i know, baby. i got you.” his voice stayed soft even when his hips were brutal. “cum for me again. wanna feel you squeezing me.”
you did—over and over. he talked you through every one: low praises, “good girl,” “that’s my wife,” “missed you so much, missed being inside you.” his hands never stopped moving—groping your ass, squeezing your waist, reaching around to rub your clit when he wanted you to fall apart faster.
he pulled you up once, back against his chest, still buried deep, one arm banded across your stomach while the other hand tilted your head for another messy kiss. tongue fucking your mouth while he ground up into you. you went boneless, mouth hanging open, little gasps and whines the only sounds you could make while he did all the work.
by the time he finally let himself go, you were both drenched in sweat. he came with a deep groan, hips stuttering, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. even then he didn’t pull out right away—just held you close, kissing the back of your neck, dimples pressing into your skin as he smiled against you.
“we’re not done,” he murmured, voice hoarse but already hungry again. “got a whole month, baby. and i’m not letting you leave this apartment much.”
you laughed weakly, still trembling, pussy aching in the best way. “rip me then.”
he flipped you onto your back, settled between your legs again, mouth already descending.
“that’s the plan.”
both of you barely made it to the bedroom.
jaehyun had you in his arms the second he pulled out from the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist like muscle memory. cum was still leaking down your thighs, but he didn’t care. he carried you down the short hallway, mouth never leaving yours—tongue slow and deep, licking into you like he was trying to taste every whimper you made. your arms were loose around his neck, brain already hazy, body buzzing from the first round.
he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and dropped you onto the bed face down. the sheets were cool against your overheated skin. you didn’t even have time to push up on your elbows before he was on you—big body covering yours completely, one knee shoving your legs together so they stayed straight and tight. he mounted you like that, chest pressed to your back, weight pinning you down just enough that you couldn’t really move. the snake tattoo on your spine flexed under his palm as he ran his hand down your back.
“stay like this, baby,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. his cock, still hard and slick from before, nudged between your thighs. “gonna fuck you just like this.”
he pushed in slow, forcing your legs to stay closed so the fit was ridiculously tight. the squelch was loud—wet, obscene, every inch sliding through the mess he’d already left inside you. you moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken. you were already so full, so sensitive, but the way he stretched you with your thighs pressed together made everything feel sharper.
jaehyun groaned deep in his chest, forehead dropping to the back of your neck. “fuck… so tight. hear that? that’s my wife’s pretty pussy.”
he started moving—long, heavy strokes that made the bed creak. every thrust pushed you deeper into the mattress, your small frame swallowed under his taller, bulkier one. the happy trail on his stomach brushed against your lower back with every roll of his hips. his biceps flexed on either side of your head as he braced himself, one hand sliding under you to grip your waist—21 centimeters of soft skin and bone that fit perfectly in his palm.
you sobbed.
not from pain—from being completely overwhelmed. the kind of brain-clouded sob that came when you were already fucked dumb and he just kept going. your moans turned wet and shaky, face flat against the pillow, mouth open, drool starting to soak the fabric. every time he bottomed out the wet slap of skin and the squelchy sound of your pussy taking him made you cry out louder.
“jae—hyun… ah—fuck—”
poor neighbors. the walls weren’t that thick and it was past midnight, but he didn’t slow down. if anything your broken little sobs fueled him more. he loved when you got like this—completely lost, eyes unfocused, body limp except for the way your walls fluttered around him.
he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “that’s it, my beautiful wife. let it out. sound so good when you cry for me.”
always a kisser. he turned your head to the side with two fingers under your chin and kissed you like he was starving for it. tongue sliding in deep, playing with yours, sucking on it, licking the roof of your mouth while he kept fucking you in that tight, closed-leg position. you couldn’t even kiss back properly anymore—your mouth just stayed open, letting him do whatever he wanted. soft whines and gasps vibrated against his tongue every time he thrust hard.
he pulled back only to kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, the shell of your ear, then dove back in again. one hand stayed on your waist, the other reached under to rub slow circles on your clit. the dual sensation made you sob louder, legs trying to twitch but trapped between his.
“so fucking wet,” he whispered against your mouth, voice soft even as his hips snapped harder. “missed this. missed filling you up every day. my wife… my pretty little wife taking me so well.”
he edged you twice like that—slowing down right when you were about to tip over, grinding deep instead of thrusting, kissing you through the frustrated whimpers. then he’d pick the pace back up, rougher, deeper, until the squelching noises got louder and your sobs turned into desperate, hiccuping moans.
third time he didn’t stop.
you came hard, body shaking under him, pussy clenching so tight around his cock that he hissed. your face stayed smashed into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry for a second before the sound broke free—high and wrecked. he fucked you through it, never pulling out, just slow deep rolls of his hips while you pulsed around him.
“good girl,” he praised, lips brushing your temple. “cum on my cock again, baby. wanna feel it.”
he didn’t let you come down. flipped you just enough to slide one arm under your chest, pulling your upper body slightly off the bed so he could kiss you better while still fucking you from behind. tongue in your mouth, lazy and filthy, matching the rhythm of his hips. you were completely brainless now—eyes half-lidded, tears clinging to your lashes, little whimpers every time he hit that spot inside you.
he kept going. minutes blurred. the wet sounds of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your muffled sobs and moans filling the room. his hand never left your clit, drawing another orgasm out of you until you were shaking so hard he had to hold you tighter.
“jaehyun… can’t—too much—”
“you can,” he said gently, kissing the side of your neck, then your jaw, then claiming your mouth again. “one more for me. my beautiful wife. let me have it.”
when he finally let himself finish, it was with a low groan against your lips, hips stuttering as he pumped you full again. he stayed buried deep, chest heaving against your back, arms wrapped around your small frame like he never wanted to let go. sweat slicked your skin. the snake tattoo on your back glistened under the low lamp light.
he kissed you again—slow, deep, tongue gently playing with yours even as you both tried to catch your breath. you were limp, fucked out, barely able to respond, but he still licked into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough.
“love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse but soft. dimples pressing into your shoulder as he smiled against your skin. “missed my wife so fucking much.”
he didn’t pull out yet. just held you there, cock still twitching inside you, kissing the back of your neck, your tattooed spine, murmuring praises while your body trembled with aftershocks.
SUMMARY -> it’s just a scene. just a role. just acting... right? or alternatively, you have to film a bed scene with jeong jaehyun—the guy you can’t stand
WORDS -> approx. 6k
WARNINGS -> female reader x jaehyun, alternate universe - actors, making out, grinding, hand job, kissing, thigh fucking, you are bad at feelings jaehyun is a tease, jaehyun is whipped
- requested [no]
“do i really have to do this?” you whine as you stare at your manager like she’s just committed the ultimate betrayal. your manager doesn’t even bother to look guilty, she just scrolls through her phone, she clearly doesn’t care, then glances up with a shrug. “we can’t do anything about it, y/n. i mean… you literally signed the contract.”
you let out a dramatic groan and drop your head against the back of the makeup chair. “this is insane. actually insane…”
a bed scene. of all things, a bed scene! you can’t wrap your head around it. you're not even the lead, just some side character with a complicated emotional arc and now, apparently, a full-on makeout session that goes straight into tangled sheets. like, how is that even fair?
okay, fine, maybe it’s a little bit your fault. you might have skimmed over some pages of the contract. you might have been a little too excited to sign on because you liked the character so much. you told yourself it was about challenging yourself or testing your range and doing something new. and yeah, that was all true. you just didn’t expect the challenge to mean faking sex in front of cameras and at least thirty crew members.
your manager finally looks up long enough to raise an eyebrow. “don’t act like you didn’t know. i warned you. you chose to ignore me.”
“i thought the most intimate thing i’d have to do was kiss someone!” you protest, flailing your arms like that somehow proves your point. “nobody said anything about bed scenes!”
your manager doesn’t even blink. “well, surprise.”
you groan again and slump further down with arms crossed, full sulk mode unlocked. the irony of it all is killing you. you took this role because it wasn’t the lead, because you wanted to shine without carrying the whole show. you've done horror, comedy, and melodrama. you've been possessed, dumped, chased by ghosts, stabbed, drowned, and cried under rain machines more times than you can count. romance? easy. kissing? whatever. you've swapped fake spit on set before. it’s work. you're a pro.
the real issue is not the scene.
it’s who you have to do it with.
jeong. freaking. jaehyun.
if there’s one name that makes you want to throw something, it’s that one.
everyone in the industry has rivals, it’s practically a rite of passage. but your particular brand of rivalry comes with a name, a face, and the most annoyingly perfect jawline known to man. jeong jaehyun. the golden boy. all sharp lines, cold stares, and a fanbase that loses their minds over every half-smirk like he’s serving them a five-course meal. he’s a former child actor turned leading man and somehow, every project you even think about auditioning for, jaehyun either already rejected or is currently being offered on a silver platter.
and okay, fine, you can admit it, but only silently to yourself, and only when nobody’s around to hear it, you might be just a tiny bit jealous. just a pinch. a sprinkle. barely even counts.
still, none of that changes the fact that now, thanks to one stupid contract oversight, you have to fake fuck with the one person you can barely breathe the same air as.
you don’t get it. you don’t understand the hype about jeong jaehyun. people act like the guy is some acting prodigy, like he invented the art of crying on screen or brooding in slow motion. sure, he has that dark, mysterious, leading-man vibe that casting directors foam at the mouth for. but you? you're not impressed.
not that you've watched any of jaehyun's projects, obviously. why would you waste time doing that?
still, you are pretty convinced all those offers didn’t come from raw talent. they came from connections. nepo baby privilege, plain and simple. his family basically owns the industry and yet the public eats it up like it’s inspiring or whatever.
you know you're not any less talented. honestly, if you're being real with yourself (and you always are in your own head), you're probably better. you just… haven’t had the chance to see jaehyun act up close.
ironically, the very first time you do? you're paired together. of course. because the universe loves messing with you.
your characters barely interact in the beginning, just a few shared scenes here and there, nothing major. but now? now there’s a bed scene. a full-on sex scene with your rival. what kind of bizarre plot twist is that?
you're pretty sure this is some genius move from management, an attempt to boost engagement and stir up fan interest. and honestly, it’s probably working. your characters have been picking up traction online and becoming these unexpected fan favorites. and in the entertainment industry, nothing screams “good press” like smashing two popular faces together in a sudden hookup arc that no one asked for but everyone seems to want.
which explains why your twitter feed is now officially cursed.
@//kitarakitz: OMG???? the sexual tension between y/n and jaehyun's character is insane🔥🔥🔥
@//sandieee: make out atp😭
@//oyspart: the way y/n carries her character is everything😩
@//rytt: jaehyun marry me
@//aaruesnsn: these two have insane chemistry tho👀
@//barsibalth: AHHHH I WANT MORE MOVIES/SERIES WITH THEM TOGETHER. BUT AS LOVERS PLS PLS PLS
@//yunarku: i can feel that they would fuck next episode🙏
@//tfwtate: love how everyone is finally recognizing the chemistry between y/n and jaehyun. I WAS THERE FROM THE START
@//singcoo: even as rivals they have the tension🤕
@//quenie: talented actors!!
you scroll. cringe. scroll again. slam your phone down. scroll again anyway, because apparently you hate yourself.
you don’t want this. you don’t want the shipping, the fan edits, the speculative threads titled “the jaehyun x y/n agenda.” but people will think whatever they want. the only thing you can control is how well you act out the damn scene.
unfortunately, that means three excruciating minutes of fake lovemaking with the man you'd honestly rather push into a ditch.
you sigh dramatically. you just hope you can survive it without actually punching jeong jaehyun in the face.
you just stare at the floor, maybe if you look hard enough it’ll open up and swallow you whole. honestly, that sounds way better than what you just heard. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” you say in disbelief. “why does it have to be me on the bottom?!”
your manager lets out the loudest sigh known to mankind. “y/n…”
“no, seriously, i want answers!” you throw your arms up. “i already reluctantly agreed to this whole fake sex scene. reluctantly. but now i’m the submissive one?! what kind of joke is this? who decided this?”
your manager pinches the bridge of her nose, visibly counting how many years this job has shaved off her life. “y/n, it’s literally just three minutes. that’s it. after that, you’re done. no more bed scenes. no more fake moaning. over.”
“three minutes is a long time when you’re pretending to get railed by someone you hate.”
your manager gives you a look. “you took this role, remember? you were the one who insisted. ‘i love the character! i want a challenge!’ well, congrats. you got your challenge. now be a professional.”
you collapse onto the couch with your arms crossed tight. “why couldn’t he be the one on the bottom? my character’s not even that type…” you mutter.
your manager ignores you. “you could always ask jaehyun to rehearse the scene in advance.”
you sit up. “absolutely not. i’d rather throw myself off a building.”
“god, you’re dramatic,” your manager groans as she grabs her bag. “it’s not like you’re actually doing it with him. just get over whatever weird hatred you have and act.”
you scoff, looking away. “it’s not weird. it’s… complicated. and you wouldn’t get it.”
your manager rolls her eyes on her way out. “fine. but work it out, y/n. we’re not stalling production just because you’ve got beef with your scene partner.”
as soon as the door shuts behind your manager, you sink deeper into the couch. you don’t even fully get why you hate jeong jaehyun so much. maybe it’s the way every single movie project you wanted to be in somehow ended up falling right into jaehyun's lap. maybe it’s that stupid smug little smirk jaehyun always gives you whenever it happens, like he knows exactly how much it pisses you off. or maybe it’s just plain jealousy.
whatever it is, jaehyun gets under your skin in a way no one else does.
eith a dramatic sigh, you grab your phone and open your chat together. your thumbs hover for a second, then you type...
you: hey asshole
asshole: yes baby?
you: fUCK U stop saying that
asshole: hmm don’t worry we’re about to do that next scene :)
you: ???? weirdo
asshole: what do u want?
you: let’s practice that nightmare scene
asshole: wdym nightmare babe? hahaha that’s like one of the best scenes in the series
you: no??? delusional asshole. being in the same scene with u is far from best
asshole: hmm right
you: u wanna practice or not? as much as i hate this with all my being, i don’t really like disappointing my fans. even if i have to be all lovey-dovey with u
asshole: hahaha alright. let’s practice at my place?
you: ew no. why would i go to ur place? we can just practice here on set
asshole: hmm okay, you really want everyone to see how i fake thrust in you? :)
you: SHUT THE FUCK UP OMG. fine! at ur place! tomorrow. at 10
asshole: moan properly for me okay baby? ;)
you: kys🖕
you stare at the screen, wondering for the hundredth time why you're even entertaining this man, let alone texting him like this. the irony isn’t lost on you: sworn enemies in public, chatmates in private.
you groan, tossing your phone onto your chest and covering your face with your hands. this is going to be the worst three minutes of your life.
…maybe.
…probably.
…hopefully.
“okay, so… how do we do this?”
you say way too casual for someone about to rehearse a sex scene at almost midnight. you're standing in the middle of jaehyun's living room, barefoot, script in hand, and dressed in what is either sleepwear or something worse. an oversized shirt hangs off one shoulder, exposing your skin and the curve of your collarbone while your shorts cling to your thighs, leaving way too little to the imagination.
jaehyun blinks at you from the couch, coffee cup forgotten in his hand.
“i thought you meant ten in the morning,” he says slowly.
“i said ten. you didn’t ask AM or PM,” you shoot back instantly.
jaehyun frowns. “how the hell did you even get here? you don’t have my address.”
“i do now.” you shrug, already plopping down on the couch next to him. “i asked your manager. don’t act so shocked.”
“you’re insane.”
“and you’re wasting time,” you retort as you flip open the script on your lap. you cross your legs as you fully settle in. “we’re going through the scene line by line. no skipping straight to the bed part. that’s not how tension works. obviously.”
jaehyun doesn’t answer. he can’t. his brain is still processing at the sight of you who is half-dressed and sitting on the couch with your legs on display that should be illegal.
he honestly doesn’t know why you hate him so much. maybe it’s the roles, maybe it’s the fan attention, or maybe it’s just that smug smile he always wears. jaehyun has his theories. but truthfully? he never saw you as competition. not once. if anything, he likes poking at you because it’s too much fun. because when you are angry, you are addictive like fire.
and right now, that fire is burning on his couch wearing tight shorts while casually reading sex scene cues like they’re weather reports.
jaehyun takes a slow sip of coffee and tries to calm himself.
because the thing is, you are pretty. like, really pretty. not just attractive in a regular way, not just pretty that looks good under studio lights. no. you're the kind of pretty that gets stuck in your throat if you stare too long. the kind that makes people lose sleep or scream into their pillow or even punch a wall just to deal with the frustration. and jaehyun? he pretends he’s immune, but he knows he’s lying to himself.
and right now? with you casually flipping through a script that literally has fake sex between you both written in as a plot point? yeah, jaehyun is hanging on by the thinnest thread possible.
you, completely oblivious, tap a line and start explaining blocking. “we start here,” you say. “then the fight. then the confrontation blah blah blah and then the stupid sex scene. so we need to nail the tone.”
jaehyun doesn’t even hear half of it. he just stares at you. at the bare legs stretched out on his couch. at the messy hair and annoyed little pout.
you have no idea what kind of danger you're in.
because if this were real... if you asked even once... jaehyun would have you on that couch in seconds, rivalry and professionalism forgotten. the only “hatred” you would be feeling is from not being fucked nearly hard enough.
for now, though? jaehyun just leans back and smiles, pretending to listen.
“hey! are you even listening?”
your voice cuts through jaehyun's little daydream, yanking him back to reality. he blinks, caught red-handed, and looks at you with a grin. he leans back and draped his arm casually over the couch behind your shoulders.
“of course.”
you roll your eyes. you probably do that at least five times a day because of him, honestly. “let’s start now,” you mutter as you flip through the crumpled script. “do we do it in your room or just here?”
jaehyun tilts his head and hums. “scene’s in a living room, so… here works.”
“okay,” you nod, not even looking at him, still buried in the script. “let’s start then.”
silence...
awkward, suffocating silence...
you just stare at each other like two people who completely forgot they’re actors. you swear you can hear the drip from jaehyun's kitchen sink. it’s driving you insane.
finally, you sigh dramatically.
“what?” jaehyun asks.
“i told you to start, asshole. why are you just sitting there?” you snap and narrow your eyes.
jaehyun stares at you for a beat like he’s debating something in his head. then, out of nowhere, he asks, “you sure you’re okay with me actually acting out what’s on the script? i mean, i need your consent for this, y/n.”
you let out another eye roll. “well, duh. that’s literally the point, genius. this is an intimate scene. nothing’s gonna happen if you just sit there looking like some mannequin pretending to be alive.”
one of jaehyun's brows shoots up at the attitude but he doesn’t argue back. instead, a slow smirk creeps onto his lips. “alright then,” he says.
before you can even brace yourself, jaehyun reaches down and plants both hands on the inside of your thighs. you gasp, completely caught off guard, as jaehyun effortlessly spreads your legs and slides in between them. the couch creaks under your weight together and you swear your pulse skips several beats.
“relax,” jaehyun says with this low chuckle. “it’s part of the scene, remember?”
“fuck you! do it properly, then!” you snap back, cheeks heating way faster than you can stop them.
jaehyun only hums, hands steady as he shifts you into position. now you're flat against the couch cushions, legs spread open with jaehyun caging you in. your bodies press close and yeah... jaehyun's bulge is right there against your ass. probably not intentional but definitely not ignored.
you bite down hard on the inside of your cheek. is this really just practice? because if this is how jaehyun “practices”... then suddenly, you kind of understand all the hype around him. unfortunately...
jaehyun leans in, your faces barely separated by a breath and your eyes go wide.
“you ready?” jaehyun murmurs. “our characters were making out in this part. you wouldn’t mind, right?”
you clench your jaw and force your body to cooperate, to stay still. you suck in a sharp breath through your nose and try to steady yourself enough to sound calm. “do whatever you want,” you finally mutter. “let’s just… be professional about this, okay?”
jaehyun doesn’t wait.
he leans down and kisses you.
it’s messy and passionate, exactly how the script says it should be. and god, jaehyun doesn’t hold back. he kisses like he’s starving, like he’ll actually die if he doesn’t get a taste, and you… yeah, you feel like you're drowning in it. your lips tremble against the pressure and then... shit... an involuntary soft whine slips out of you. mortifying! except, technically, it’s in the script. so you're still being professional... totally professional... jaehyun better not get smug about it, though.
still, your palms push weakly against jaehyun's chest. but jaehyun just takes it further, grabbing your arms and pinning them above your head in one smooth motion. you barely have time to process before those annoying lips leave your mouth and began leaving open-mouthed kisses along your jaw.
“w-wait, jaehyun—i forgot the line in this part—” you stammer but jaehyun doesn’t stop for even a second. his mouth finds that sensitive spot on your neck and nibbles while at the same time he grinds down against your cunt.
you moan. loud.
okay, sure, the script said intimacy and noises but holy shit, was it supposed to feel this real?
“you're supposed to say my name at this part, y/n. don’t mess up your lines,” jaehyun murmurs against your skin teasingly. you swear your soul straight-up leaves your body. one of jaehyun's hands keeps you pinned tight while the other slips under your shirt and palms your stomach up to your chest.
and suddenly, every single line you memorized? completely gone. just wiped clean.
what the hell is even happening right now? why is jaehyun this good?
he’s acting, you tell yourself. this is acting. just acting. but it doesn’t feel like it at all. it feels like jaehyun has been secretly waiting his whole damn life for this exact scene.
and then, as if things aren’t already bad enough, jaehyun tugs your shirt up and exposes your chest before immediately leaning down to suck on your nipples. the sudden act makes you arch your back off the couch without even thinking. your breath stutters and a choked noise escapes your throat before you can stop it.
wait.
you're supposed to act this out in front of cameras? with an actual crew watching every second?
you've done intimate scenes before. this is not new to you. but you've never been on the receiving end like this... not like this. definitely not with someone who has you shaking by the second kiss and making you forget what the hell professionalism even means.
“ah—ah… nghhh…” you moan louder than you realize. your face burns but you can’t even hide it because jaehyun still has your wrists pinned tight above your head. and the grinding... god, jaehyun is still grinding against you while your body just reacts on its own. your legs wrap around jaehyun's waist without permission, like your body is begging for more and trying to anchor itself... or maybe just drag him closer.
you have no clue how long you stay like that. everything is too much.
then suddenly... jaehyun stops.
he pulls back and smiles.
“i think i forgot the next part,” he says casually like he hasn’t just ruined your entire life. he sits up, grabs the script you tossed aside earlier, and flips through the pages. “ah, here. i start lifting you while kissing you, then carry you to the bedroom…”
you just stare at the ceiling, chest heaving, brain completely fried.
what the actual fuck?
you're panting, probably looking half-ruined, and jaehyun is just… reading?
like he didn’t just blow your entire brain out of your body with nothing but his hands and mouth?
is this guy actually insane? jaehyun just left you lying there twitching and needy on the couch like you're not supposed to be rehearsing.
“fuck,” you whisper, breath still shaky. this is not the time to be horny... definitely not for jeong jaehyun. especially not for someone you supposedly can’t stand.
but then jaehyun has the nerve, the actual audacity, to smirk as he glances at you sprawled out like a kicked puppy. “hey, you good?” he asks, smug as hell.
your face burns and before you can even think it through, your fist connects with jaehyun's arm. not enough to actually hurt him but enough to make a point.
“ow—what the hell was that for?” jaehyun yelps, rubbing the spot dramatically.
you don’t answer. you just shoot him a glare, get up, mutter curses under your breath, and head for the door, clearly ready to storm out.
jaehyun was caught off guard then scrambles to follow you and grabs your wrist with a laugh. “hey, y/n, where you going?” he says teasingly until he sees your face.
the amusement drops instantly.
your brows are drawn tight, lips trembling, and just barely there... a tear clings stubbornly to your lashes.
jaehyun freezes while still holding your wrist, but softer now, he’s not sure if he should let go or pull you closer.
the thing about you is… you're very sensitive. emotionally, at least. always have been. you cried when you got your first lead role, the one you chased for years. your manager swears you bawled for three hours straight, hiccupping like a kid while still clutching the acceptance email like it was a golden ticket.
point is, you cry when you're overwhelmed, whether it’s good or bad.
so really, it shouldn’t even be surprising that you're crying now when your body feels like it’s been set on fire and then left in the cold. of course you have a tear threatening to fall. of course you're pissed off!
“let me go, asshole!” you snap, voice cracking as you try yanking his wrist away.
jaehyun panics a little and immediately switch tactics, grabbing your shoulders instead and holding you steady. his face shifts into something serious. “hey… hey, y/n, are you okay? did i do something wrong? was that too much? did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry... i swear i didn’t mean—”
“let go of me! you’re such a jerk!” you practically shout and then... yeah. the dam breaks.
the tears spill for real this time.
mortifying. absolutely mortifying.
you try turning your head away but it’s useless. the heat in your cheeks, the lump in your throat, the complete embarrassment filling your chest. it all just explodes out of you.
because why the hell are you even crying right now?
this is not a sad drama. this is not some tragic rejection scene.
no. it’s worse.
you're crying because jeong fucking jaehyun had you flushed and breathless just minutes ago with his cock grinding against you so good that you forgot every single line you practiced and then jaehyun just stopped. calmly picked up the script and started reading like nothing happened.
like he didn’t just scramble your entire existence and then deny you the release you were this close to getting.
ain’t no way you're crying because you're horny and left hanging.
but the tears are there. and jaehyun sees all of them.
for a second, jaehyun just… stares. something flickers in his eyes like he’s trying to piece together a puzzle only he can see. then suddenly, without any warning, he lets out a quiet laugh. not mocking, just warm and soft laugh.
“what the fuck are you laughing at?!” you snap, clearly frustrated. your cheeks are wet, your chest still tight, and now this idiot is laughing? seriously?
but jaehyun doesn’t stop. he keeps chuckling under his breath while his eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks down at you. his hands are still planted firmly on your shoulders steadily and keeping you close enough for jaehyun to feel how tense you are, how hot your skin runs and how every breath you take feels a little uneven.
then jaehyun leans in, closing the space between you until your faces are barely inches apart.
you flinch, but you don’t move. you can’t. your fists are clenched and your head is screaming at you to push jaehyun away but your body refuses.
and then jaehyun says, “y/n…”
a pause.
“...do you wanna do it for real this time?”
your entire brain short-circuits. you stare at him wide-eyed and completely unprepared. “are you insane?!” you burst out, voice pitching higher than intended. your palm smacks against jaehyun's chest and shoving with all the strength you can muster. except jaehyun doesn’t move an inch. he just stands there while wearing that stupid smug face that makes you want to scream.
“why would you even suggest that?!” you stutter as you refuse to meet his eyes.
jaehyun just laughs again. “what? from where i’m standing, you’re pissed because i stopped midway.”
your jaw literally drops. oh, you're going to strangle him. or maybe strangle yourself. “of course i’m mad! no... frustrated!” you blurt out as words tumbles faster than your brain. “why would you stop? that’s not… that’s not even professional!”
the second it leaves your mouth, you know it’s the worst excuse ever. absolute garbage. and of course, jaehyun knows it too because that smug shit-eating grin only spreads wider.
“really?” jaehyun tilts his head. “it got you so mad you actually cried?”
kill me now, you think. please. someone just take you out at this point. the fact that you can’t even defend yourself properly is already humiliating. your face is burning and your brain is a mess. desperate to save whatever is left of your dignity, you turn on your heel and mutter, “i’m going home,” as you try to yank yourself free.
but jaehyun doesn’t let go. his grip stays firm and refuses to budge. “i’m giving you the option, y/n,” he says seriously. “do you wanna do it? or are you just gonna keep pretending this is practice when we both know how much we liked it?”
that makes you freeze on the spot.
your heart is pounding so loud it feels like the whole world can hear it. slowly, you look up at jaehyun and for once, there’s no cocky smirk waiting for you. jaehyun is not laughing and he is certainly not teasing. this is not acting anymore. this is real.
“i meant what i said,” jaehyun continues. “all that touching earlier? that wasn’t practice.”
your breath hitches.
what. the. fuck.
what the actual fuck.
you stare at jaehyun like you're seeing him for the first time, trying to make sense of it and trying to wake yourself up from whatever insane dream this is. are you really considering it? giving in to the same guy you've been “hating” for years? all the bickering and the petty fights... was all of that just leading here?
to him. wanting jaehyun. not as a partner. not as a character.
but as himself.
you want him.
god help you, you actually fucking want jeong jaehyun.
you inhale shakily, your face caught somewhere between a scowl and a blush but the way you lean in gives you away completely. your faces hover just inches apart now and you mutter through your clenched teeth, “i still hate you,” even as your hand slides up and curl tight around the back of jaehyun's neck.
and then you yank him down and crash your mouths together.
jaehyun doesn’t even hesitate. he kisses back like it’s the only thing that’s ever made sense. one arm snakes around your waist and pulling you close while the other steadies you both. and the kiss... it's not your characters. it’s your real selves. just yourselves.
screw the script.
it turns rough fast. jaehyun groans low when you press your palm against the obvious bulge in his sweatpants, the sound guttural and making his grip on your waist tighten hard enough to leave a mark. he nips at your bottom lip, sharp enough to make you gasp and immediately deepens the kiss to slide his tongue past as he swallow the broken moan that slips out.
your brain is basically fried. you can’t think straight.
jaehyun doesn’t even let you breathe. his hands drop lower and cup your ass as he urges you backward toward the couch. you stumble into it and you collapse onto the cushions with jaehyun hovering above you in seconds. instinct takes over and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
the kisses don’t stop, they just trail lower along your jaw, down your neck, and you moan louder especially when jaehyun grinds his hips down.
he's hard and you're wet. no use pretending otherwise.
“fuck…” jaehyun hisses and then your shirt is gone, yanked over your head and tossed across the room like it means nothing. the sudden chill makes you shudder and instinct has you trying to cover yourself but jaehyun doesn’t let you. he grabs both wrists and pins them down against the couch cushion. before you can even curse at him, warm lips close around your nipple and your breath stutters out in a gasp.
“ahh—mhh…” the sounds tumble out uncontrollably before you can stop them. you arch up as your body chases more contact. you want to so badly grab onto jaehyun's hair but with your hands trapped, you're left helpless and reduced to a trembling, whining mess. jaehyun switches between your nipples, sucking and licking until your whole body feels like it’s shaking. all the while his hips grind down and his cock rubbing through your thin layer of shorts, just enough to torment but nowhere near enough to satisfy.
when jaehyun tugs at your nipple with his teeth, you let out a whine as your hips jerks up on instinct.
“fuck… baby…” jaehyun groans against your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. his hands wander restlessly, one sliding down over every inch of skin he can touch, the other tugging at the waistband of your shorts. “i don’t have a condom…”
you whimper, frustration spilling over your body. your brain barely works but your mouth blurts shamelessly anyway.
“j-just… just fuck my thighs.”
jaehyun freezes. his brain short-circuits, and whatever self-control he thought he had? gone.
you have no idea what kind of chaos you just invited in.
jaehyun wastes zero time, he yanks your shorts down without warning and ears a yelp as you instinctively close your thighs together at the sudden rush of cold air. it doesn’t last long though because jaehyun is already shoving down his own sweats and boxers in one motion. your eyes drop and your jaw just… goes slack.
and then you stare.
holy shit.
jaehyun's cock is huge. not just big... massive. thick, girthy, and veiny. there is no way that thing could ever fit inside you if it came down to it. just the thought of the stretch makes your whole body tense. you would split in half.
your breath stutters when you watch jaehyun casually spit into his palm, long fingers wrapping around himself as he starts stroking himself slowly. fuck. that’s so hot. it’s unfair how hot that is.
for a second, you almost forget you're supposed to hate this guy.
then jaehyun settles between your thighs again and forces them apart without resistance. “damn,” he mutters as he stares at you. you can’t even think about covering up. your body’s already covered in hickeys and bite marks, cunt soaking and aching, hole exposed and twitching.
jaehyun spits into his palm again, this time rubbing his fingers around your cunt and stroking them slowly. you moan immediately. when jaehyun presses his cock at your hole and grinds, the friction makes you whine, head tipping back against the couch as you writhe beneath him and pant helplessly.
then jaehyun grabs your thighs and squeezes them tight together, slotting his cock right between the soft press of them before thrusting forward without warning.
“ah—ahh, jaehyun—wait—” you gasp, your voice cracking apart into moans that spill out of you helplessly. you don’t know where to hold or what to grab onto. everything is too overwhelming and jaehyun's relentless pace is making it worse. jaehyun fucks into the tight space between your thighs, his cock grinding hard against your cunt and the messy slide of skin-on-skin makes you tremble all over.
“keep your thighs close, y/n,” jaehyun growls. his hands clamp down on your legs and holding you exactly where he wants you, then his hips slam forward over and over.
and you?
you've never felt anything like this before. never felt this much pleasure in your life.
you've also never felt so fucking vulnerable.
jaehyun's still mostly dressed, only his cock out, while you are bare, completely stripped down and exposed to every greedy touch and hungry stare. it feels humiliating but god... it feels so fucking good. especially with jaehyun's mouth latched on you and sucking at your nipples.
you arch up, moaning louder as your thoughts blur. and then a dangerous thought slips in... what if you actually got properly fucked?
you'd probably cry.
“jaehyun… i’m close—” you gasp, voice shaking as your stomach twists tight. but jaehyun doesn’t slow down, not even a little. if anything, he fucks harder and his thrusts are turning desperate like he’s fully set on wrecking you.
“i’m close too…” jaehyun groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck. moments later, with one last deep thrust that makes your eyes roll back, you both come together.
you let out a broken moan, body trembling helplessly. jaehyun grunts against your skin, holding you tight and grinding slowly as he rides out every aftershock before finally stilling.
for a while, the only sound is your panting and hearts racing like crazy.
eventually, jaehyun pulls back just enough to look at you as he takes in your fucked-out state. then he leans down and kisses you slow. when he finally pulls away, for the first time all night, you don’t even have one sarcastic thing to say.
“and cut! wow, that was amazing, you two. as expected.” director beams from behind the monitor, clapping his hands like he just watched art come to life. around the set, crew members finally start moving again... some looking quietly impressed, others looking way too flustered to even make eye contact.
it’s the big day, scene 28, and somehow, you nail it in one go.
honestly, if you didn’t know better, you’d probably think you both were actually doing it. that’s how good it looked.
you slip on your robe, trying to act unbothered as you head over to your manager. your manager is waiting with the proudest grin. “wow, y/n. the practice really paid off, huh?”
your cheeks heat up instantly and you scoff. “yeah. it was hard at first… but we got through it.”
your manager hums. “well, at least scene 28 is done, right? nothing left to stress about.”
“yeah…” you nod, maybe a little too quick.
but then your eyes drift across the room and there he is.
jeong jaehyun. smirking like the smug bastard he always is, eyes locked right on you like he hadn’t just fake-fucked you into the mattress. worse, he’s still in costume... hair messy and shirt unbuttoned just enough. he knows exactly what he’s doing.
then your phone buzzes.
asshole: hey pretty:) wanna grab some coffee?
you: no
asshole: aww :((( we did so well today, don’t you think it deserves a little celebration?
you: why the hell would u even need a celebration for a sex scene?
asshole: hahaha nothing, you just did so great
you: lol thanks
asshole: so… you want to or not?
you: fine, but that doesn’t mean we’re friends
asshole: of course y/n hahaha. friends don’t usually rub their genitals together
you: SHUT UP
the scene might’ve wrapped but whatever this thing between you is… yeah, it’s just getting started.
— superman!jaehyun x you 𐙚⋆ fluff, smut 4k your breath hitches for his overwhelming presence. you’re wet from head to toe and he has the ability to blow you and make you dry instantly, instead he runs his tongue down your neck.
you’re not the wisest person in the world.
you tell to yourself to have courage as the rain hits your skin like needles. the sky above your head and metropolis is breaking apart; every time the lightning flashes, you see him: a dark shape hanging in the air, perfectly still while the world screams.
to the people running in the streets, he’s a monster from a dead star. they’re scared of him. the man of steel. behind you, the city is a choir of terror. the message from space from a dying father has turned the world into a hunting ground of panic; they’ve heard the recording. they know he was sent here to not only to protect earth, but to rule it. a death sentence, a superior god from another world.
but as you run in an avenue, you know the truth in your gut. he is not to them what he is to you.
your feet move you each time closer to the battle, watching the invaders move through the mist. they are beautiful in a terrifying way. long, graceful limbs made of dark glass and glowing lights. they don't walk; they dance through the destruction, slicing the skyline as if it were paper.
a massive crack of thunder shakes the ground beneath your boots. you stumble, your heart jump into your throat, and for a second, you don't notice the sudden coldness behind you, only when it’s too late.
you can only feel it in your bones, a car flying through the chaos coming toward you. the closing of your eyes as you wait for a fate that never comes. blinking slowly, feeling your heart beat and at the ghost of an impact stopped against the palms of almighty hands. and a shadow, massive and cold, stretching over you, blocking out the rain.
you see him see you. standing there. his face is a landscape of hard, masculine angles like they were chiseled from a mountain. his eyes hold the weight of two worlds. the rain is so thick you can barely see the warmth in his skin, but you feel his presence in the marrow of your bones.
he’s the great tragedy of this universe. he is full of an immeasurable beauty that was built to survive while everything else decays. when he finally speaks, his voice doesn’t just travel through the air; it vibrates inside you, a low, heavy resonance that makes you go quiet.
“miss yn.”
he looks at you as if he is trying to understand why you’re not scared of him. why the heartbeat he can clearly hear from afar is only because of him, still standing so close to the edge of his power and not because you’re afraid of it?
generally, as part of the daily planet team, you always have something to say. but when he pulls you away from the concrete and you fall into his arms, you can't string words together to object. you let him carry you away, through the air, out of danger, and away from your chance at a new newspaper headline.
you cling to him as if your life depended on it. looking closely that haunting look of a savior who has been told he’s a monster. rejection and renunciation tint his features, it’s engraved in the corners of his lips, it weighs heavily on his eyes.
why he bothered? why he would ever lift a finger for a world that looked at him with such sharp distrust?
back when the world felt less like it was ending, he had a smile and you were admiring his dimples. “because they need help.”
others won't feel what you feel for him.
his grip is steady, solid, reassuring. the cold rain chill your chest but fail to cool your heart. if you could recognize any smell in the world, it would be his. wind and storm. but also, meadow and wood, a cabin, a field daisies and dandelions, midday sun, paper and coffee. you would recognize it instantly, with your eyes closed.
closed, you blink as you feel solidity beneath your feet. the wind roars and the drizzle falls like needles, but his body is your safe haven. and you hardly notice that he’s taken you to your apartment.
imposing, the saints in the churches have gloriously empty eyes, but his shine with so many emotions that it is impossible to mention just one. they are alive, and they are gazing at you. the rain wets his skin and releases flashes of light. the smooth folds of his suit cover his large, powerful figure like a second layer. has become dark and dull, the somber feeling hardens his features; it makes him look like he’s made of steel.
the tension in the apartment shifts from the sharp edges of the storm to something more domestic, though no less heavy. the smell of rain is replaced by the hum of the heater as you pace the small living room, a towel draped over your shoulders. “i lost the lead. i’ll lost the front page. i was right there, and i came back with nothing. this is a disaster,” you say when you see your soaked shoes leaving a trace of footprints all over the floor.
his large frame makes the room feel smaller. he looks genuinely perplexed, his expression calm and steady. “you were nearly hit by a car,” he says.
“i spent hours avoiding it, by the way.” you counter, stopping to look at him. you aren't truly angry, just fueled by the fading adrenaline of a day spent in the jaws of death.
“you could’ve been killed.”
“well, some of us aren't made of steel, jaehyun.”
the name hangs in the air, heavy and quiet. he doesn't drop his gaze or try to deflect. he just stands there, the silence stretching between you until it feels like a physical thing. after a long beat, he exhales. a soft, human sound leave his lips. “alright,” he says calmly. “i'm sorry i ruined your career.”
he waits for your answer.patiently, he shakes his head when he senses you are up to something. “apology accepted. now, pay your debt.” he smiles amusedly until you say the following words: “give me an interview.” you pull a tape recorder out of your back pocket; it's been there since you decided to venture into the concrete jungle. a small object that fits in your hand.
jaehyun glances at it and you see a thought crossing his mind, until it disappears with a nod that strikes you as suspicious.
you pick up your notebook and he stops midway to you. his arms crossing over his chest, and the shape of his toned muscles flex under your gaze. “they’re terrified of me. a few paragraphs won't change that.”
you step closer and he just give in. “let me try.” from below, his eyes glow brighter than before, and that feeling in his gaze runs through your body and fills it with warmth. he stares at your heart, aiming for your heart.
“anything for you, miss yn.”
there is no detail that escapes you about him. no gesture you don't recognize. but you knew there were things that were difficult to talk about, things you weren't ready to ask him and that he wasn't able to answer.
but that was a long time ago, before everything. that was yesterday.
the sound of the tape recorder keeps you grounded
“what the s stand for?”
a smile cross his face, “it’s not an s, it’s a symbol. it means hope.”
another god had tried in the past, and it died on a cross.
jaehyun remains still, but his calm is no longer effortless. he looks at you, and for the first time, the shy guy from the office is nowhere to be found; there is only the man who carries the sky on his shoulders. “the recording…” you whisper, stepping closer, but his walls are up.
he doesn't answer immediately. his gaze drops to your notebook, then to your hands, which are still trembling slightly from the cold.
“that’s not what they said. they… couldn’t.” he looks troubled and for a second, your journalist's instinct ask you to stop.
he looks restless, his shoulders tightening as if the very walls of the room are closing in on the secrets he’s trying to protect, and for the first time, you feel nervous.
without a word, his hands move to his cape. in a slow, methodical movement, he takes it off, devoided of his usual office-worker clumsiness. his eyes never leaving yours.
you need to stop the recording, to ask “what are you doing?”
“what do you think i’m doing?” he continues down the line, pulling the fabric apart to reveal the broad, hard-carved lines of his chest in the soft lamplight. “this suit is uncomfortable,” he simply says, ignoring your eyes has become so heavy you need to look away.
you know what he’s doing.
he’s hoping that if he gives you the superman the world is obsessed with, you’ll stop looking for the soul of the man who just wants to help.
so you decide to play his game.
“is it true that you can see through walls?”
he hums, agreeing, but then he sees you and knows it’s not enough answer for you. “i can also sense other things. for example, miss yn, i can see you’re agitated.”
“i’m just cold.”
“in that case…”
he gets closer and you want to recoil but decide to stay and watch him cornered you.
your breath hitches for his overwhelming presence. he has the ability to blow you and make you dry instantly, instead he runs his tongue down your neck.
he takes you in his embrace. tall and broad, his figure envelops you against his chest. held by him, you begin to lose track of the interview when his arms wrap around your waist and his hair tickles your cheek. overcome, you put all your energy into continuing with the questions. “are you made of steel?”
his laughter echoes in your chest and hits your neck. his hot breath sends shivers down your cold skin, but inside you start to feel warm. “no. i also feel things.”
his arms slide down to your thighs and lift you into his embrace. your legs wrap around his hips as he begins to carry you to the bathroom. along the way, his big hands takes your shoes off with a single move, before your room is displayed under the dim light of the lamps when he sets you down on the floor and leaves you to find towels.
you watch him leave them on the edge of the bed before he approaches you and you question him again. “are there more of you?”
his eyes widen before his whole face reveals amusement. “only me, for the moment.”
his fingers tangle in the sweatshirt you're wearing, unzipping it. at that point, his intentions are clear. he wants to get rid of you, and he does so by inhabiting your thoughts and messing with your ideas so you can't think straight.
his fingers brushing against the tender skin of your belly send sensations throughout your body, and you push him away. “jaehyun.”
“you’ll get sick.”
“you’re distracting me.”
a slow, boyish shadow of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth “am i?” then he steps back, laughing. “if i wanted to distract you, i’d do it differently,” lo ves meditar unos segundos; sus ojos revolotean hacia un punto invisible encima de ti antes de volver a tu mirada. his voice drop into a low, resonant tone that makes your skin tingle,“i’d kiss you.”
a smirk appears on his lips and your cheeks flush, sensing something stirring in your chest the moment his dimples appear. you see him moving in your direction, deliberately, slowly and steadily, like the inevitable pull of gravity. you find yourself unable to react, because his gaze immobilizes you.
your hands reach out for him, cupping his face between your cold palms and feeling his warmth. he draws closer, and for a second that seems like an eternity, you find yourself longing for him. until it happens.
his lips move over yours, gently. you feel him smile against you, and you kiss him more. his strong arms take you, wrapping around your lower back, and you end up on tiptoes, letting him hold you firmly as he devours your mouth. with no escape. catching your breath. his touch awakens every fiber of your being before sending you into the abyss, making your legs buckle as he caresses the cold, tender skin beneath your tight blouse with his warm touch. “let’s take this off,” he says between kisses, and you are so entranced that you do as he asks, raising your arms just long enough for him to remove the piece of clothing.
his bitten and kissed mouth moves away to descend toward your neck, where his breath wreaks havoc on you, drying you out completely. then, his mouth opens around it to leave new wet caresses that you accept with delight.
“why are they attacking the earth?” your voice sounds slurred, in an attempt to sound sane despite having lost your mind.
you close your eyes tightly as the vibrations of his voice are felt against your receptive skin. jaehyun murmurs, before whispering, “i don't know.”
“i need longer answers, superman. do you think it’s because of you?”
his kisses move up your jaw to your mouth, where he replies, “i may have drawn them here, yes,” before he kisses you and you feel his tongue against your parted lips.
effortlessly, he takes you in his arms and you let him blindly lead you to the place you've been longing for from the beginning. barely stopping kissing you wetly and deeply, he removes your pants with one agile movement. you look at him, impressed that he didn't rip them this time.
you wait for him, between the soft sheets of your bed, for him to climb on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses from your heels, stomach, to your face. his presence leaves you speechless as he positions himself between your legs and you feel his masculinity against your clothed femininity, succumbing to the touches his hands leave all over your body and his tongue impregnating yours with his essence.
“turn off the recorder for a moment…” he asks, and you barely feel your fingers fumbling for it and doing what he wants. your whole body sinks into an arrhythmic state when you hear him say, “touch me, miss yn.”
a sigh escapes your lips, and timidly yo do what he asks. jaehyun feels strong and firm under your hands, running over every part of his naked body. his broad, smooth back flexes under your palms and his tense arms seem like iron; you hear his laughter rumbling deep in your belly.
“what?”
a chuckle leave his lips. “is there something on your mind?”
it's as if he can sense something is troubling you. it has always been important for you to speak the truth, and he knows that. whatever it is, he wants to know.
he slows down so you can gather your thoughts. “it's just that... i don't know how to touch you to please you,” you confess. “i have no idea how.”
when you finish, he seems not to have heard anything; he entertains himself by kissing the curve of your clothed breasts.
“you forget that i'm just a man.”
jaehyun hovers above you, so close to your face that all it would take is your will to kiss him again. “you're superman. everything must feel mundane to you.”
“you also forget that i feel a lot.” his voice gives you chills, and a soft, silky sensation spreads through your stomach when he kisses your collarbones. “sensations are heightened, so i'm sensitive to sounds, emotions... touch.” with every word, he takes your breath away with caresses of his fingers on your stomach, as if he wants to untangle the knot that has formed. “did you like my answer, miss yn?”
entangled in dreamy caresses, you barely whisper, “a lot.” swallowing the lump in your throat as he leans over you and kisses you hard against the bed.
his nimble hands hook onto your underwear and you help him remove the fabric from you. when his fingers slide through your folds, you have to stifle a cry. his embrace covers you from head to toe, ecstatic, you immerse yourself in waves of pleasure that disorder your thoughts. at this point, don't think you can save much of the recording, not when he inserts two digits and a broken moan leaves your lips.
you wait, your senses taut, twisting and filling your mind with nonsense, for him to make the first movement of his fingers, but it doesn't happen. and when your eyes half-open through the fog of pleasure, you understand.
he has stopped to watch your reaction.
“say please, miss yn.”
“please.”
he covers your chest with kisses and bites, and you find yourself desperate for him to really touch you, so you desperately remove your bra and guide him towards your breasts. his wet mouth pleasantly sucks on the tender skin of your nipples, and his fingers twist inside you, rhythmically hitting your sweet spot. excited, you can't stop panting.
electricity runs through your body as he nibbles your nipples and kisses you deeply. your mouth opens, receptive as you feel his tongue wander across your lower lip. the soft collision intermingles with the firm thrust of his fingers inside you. one movement makes you squirm, feeling him pull away from you and circle above.
your eyes water with contained pleasure when he removes his fingers and you see him sit up in bed. then they become heavy like two black holes as you watch him take off his suit completely. your gaze is drenched in him, firm and regal in front of you, drawn like gravity, crawling towards him.
his large hand wraps around your neck, and your eyes flutter shut. he moves you lightly until you have your back to him, his body radiating heat to yours as he presses you against his chest and positions you as he desires.
your hands keep you upright on the mattress, but when you feel him pressing against your folds, you falter. liquidly, your silkiness makes him slide up and down, soaking his manhood until it is completely wet. then, he penetrates you slowly and torturously.
your body shakes, and a guttural sound rumbles in your chest. inch by inch, you take him complacently until he hits bottom, then you feel him take a deep breath.
“so tight.”
you tremble, and your stomach fills with enveloping heat to the rhythm of his solid, rhythmic thrusts. to the beat of the moans that escape his mouth. a sense of belonging fills you because of the way he holds you, with one hand crossing your chest to take one of your breasts and squeeze it. the swaying of your body makes each penetration sink into your bones and rouses endless sensations in your lower belly, numbing you more and more. he takes you, with possession and delicacy, although you feel the force of his strokes every time he fills you with his thick manhood.
you find yourself fluttering your eyes to the back of your mind, filled with liquid bliss beginning to spread throughout your body, and suddenly, your whole body sings.
sensitive, you can barely hold yourself up because his grip keeps you in place so you can receive each of his hammering thrusts, increasing.
his mouth closes over your shoulder and you find yourself in the limbo of ecstasy, hanging precariously, your features tightening as you try to stop the assault of elation that overwhelms you completely as you begin to pulse around him, drawing a deep, low moan from him that vibrates throughout your body.
you are incoherent sighs and moans. whimpers and hisses every time he changes intensity with a strong thrust. you become nothing.
jaehyun receives every pulse of your swollen and satiated femininity, squeezing around his circumference. he untangles the knot in your belly with gentle movements, entering and exiting, with one hand anchored on your stomach, as if he wants to feel the lump he creates inside you. the divine pressure he causes makes you tremble, making you ready for him.
you are taken in his arms and you are nothing more than tired limbs, unable to respond to stimuli. sleepy and numb, you are carried in front of your desk. behind his imposing figure, your reflection in the mirror greets you behind jaehyun, covering the frame completely. he guides you by the waist to sit on top of notes and documents, staring at you as he makes you his again.
your body is covered in love bites when his mouth opens and shows his fangs. throwing his head back, he pound his cock in and out and your legs open around his waist. his hands run all over you, and you can only stay upright when he takes you by the hips and holds you in place, receiving each of his short, sharp thrusts.
he fucks you like you want, and it's not enough. you burn. your body contracts and you are unable to stop the stream of sounds coming out of you, impossible to recreate unless you are in this state of great revelry. dizzy and dazed, your hand reaches down to trace circles on your swollen clitoris, and the moans only get louder.
soaked by your silkiness, your soft walls take him tightly. narrow and only for him, jaehyun pushes deep inside and a shiver runs through you. your legs close around his stomach and the delicious friction it creates makes him curse.
he grabs your heels and runs his hands up your thighs, spreading you open for him when he decides to take a look at the way your bodies come together and see him slide in and out. and you, you just watch his features contort with intense, uncontrollable pleasure.
“any weakness, mr. superman?” you can barely utter, keeping your gaze on him even though you're about to give up.
your femininity contracts around him when he replies, “you.”
exhausted and sore, he leaves you resting in bed when you both finish. you can barely hear the noise outside your room, but he can. you can scarcely feel him getting dressed and leaving to save the world.
yet, you watch him, almost asleep, search through the mess you've made, pick up a small object, before falling asleep, safe, sound, and satiated.
the new york times is now charging money for my favorite chocolate cake recipe so i bought a subscription and screenshotted it and canceled my subscription and now it's here for you for free
i do a mixture of red wine and fresh squeezed navel orange juice for the liquid, plus the zest of one large orange. now you make the cake
— superman!jaehyun x you 𐙚⋆ fluff, smut 4k your breath hitches for his overwhelming presence. you’re wet from head to toe and he has the ability to blow you and make you dry instantly, instead he runs his tongue down your neck.
you’re not the wisest person in the world.
you tell to yourself to have courage as the rain hits your skin like needles. the sky above your head and metropolis is breaking apart; every time the lightning flashes, you see him: a dark shape hanging in the air, perfectly still while the world screams.
to the people running in the streets, he’s a monster from a dead star. they’re scared of him. the man of steel. behind you, the city is a choir of terror. the message from space from a dying father has turned the world into a hunting ground of panic; they’ve heard the recording. they know he was sent here to not only to protect earth, but to rule it. a death sentence, a superior god from another world.
but as you run in an avenue, you know the truth in your gut. he is not to them what he is to you.
your feet move you each time closer to the battle, watching the invaders move through the mist. they are beautiful in a terrifying way. long, graceful limbs made of dark glass and glowing lights. they don't walk; they dance through the destruction, slicing the skyline as if it were paper.
a massive crack of thunder shakes the ground beneath your boots. you stumble, your heart jump into your throat, and for a second, you don't notice the sudden coldness behind you, only when it’s too late.
you can only feel it in your bones, a car flying through the chaos coming toward you. the closing of your eyes as you wait for a fate that never comes. blinking slowly, feeling your heart beat and at the ghost of an impact stopped against the palms of almighty hands. and a shadow, massive and cold, stretching over you, blocking out the rain.
you see him see you. standing there. his face is a landscape of hard, masculine angles like they were chiseled from a mountain. his eyes hold the weight of two worlds. the rain is so thick you can barely see the warmth in his skin, but you feel his presence in the marrow of your bones.
he’s the great tragedy of this universe. he is full of an immeasurable beauty that was built to survive while everything else decays. when he finally speaks, his voice doesn’t just travel through the air; it vibrates inside you, a low, heavy resonance that makes you go quiet.
“miss yn.”
he looks at you as if he is trying to understand why you’re not scared of him. why the heartbeat he can clearly hear from afar is only because of him, still standing so close to the edge of his power and not because you’re afraid of it?
generally, as part of the daily planet team, you always have something to say. but when he pulls you away from the concrete and you fall into his arms, you can't string words together to object. you let him carry you away, through the air, out of danger, and away from your chance at a new newspaper headline.
you cling to him as if your life depended on it. looking closely that haunting look of a savior who has been told he’s a monster. rejection and renunciation tint his features, it’s engraved in the corners of his lips, it weighs heavily on his eyes.
why he bothered? why he would ever lift a finger for a world that looked at him with such sharp distrust?
back when the world felt less like it was ending, he had a smile and you were admiring his dimples. “because they need help.”
others won't feel what you feel for him.
his grip is steady, solid, reassuring. the cold rain chill your chest but fail to cool your heart. if you could recognize any smell in the world, it would be his. wind and storm. but also, meadow and wood, a cabin, a field daisies and dandelions, midday sun, paper and coffee. you would recognize it instantly, with your eyes closed.
closed, you blink as you feel solidity beneath your feet. the wind roars and the drizzle falls like needles, but his body is your safe haven. and you hardly notice that he’s taken you to your apartment.
imposing, the saints in the churches have gloriously empty eyes, but his shine with so many emotions that it is impossible to mention just one. they are alive, and they are gazing at you. the rain wets his skin and releases flashes of light. the smooth folds of his suit cover his large, powerful figure like a second layer. has become dark and dull, the somber feeling hardens his features; it makes him look like he’s made of steel.
the tension in the apartment shifts from the sharp edges of the storm to something more domestic, though no less heavy. the smell of rain is replaced by the hum of the heater as you pace the small living room, a towel draped over your shoulders. “i lost the lead. i’ll lost the front page. i was right there, and i came back with nothing. this is a disaster,” you say when you see your soaked shoes leaving a trace of footprints all over the floor.
his large frame makes the room feel smaller. he looks genuinely perplexed, his expression calm and steady. “you were nearly hit by a car,” he says.
“i spent hours avoiding it, by the way.” you counter, stopping to look at him. you aren't truly angry, just fueled by the fading adrenaline of a day spent in the jaws of death.
“you could’ve been killed.”
“well, some of us aren't made of steel, jaehyun.”
the name hangs in the air, heavy and quiet. he doesn't drop his gaze or try to deflect. he just stands there, the silence stretching between you until it feels like a physical thing. after a long beat, he exhales. a soft, human sound leave his lips. “alright,” he says calmly. “i'm sorry i ruined your career.”
he waits for your answer.patiently, he shakes his head when he senses you are up to something. “apology accepted. now, pay your debt.” he smiles amusedly until you say the following words: “give me an interview.” you pull a tape recorder out of your back pocket; it's been there since you decided to venture into the concrete jungle. a small object that fits in your hand.
jaehyun glances at it and you see a thought crossing his mind, until it disappears with a nod that strikes you as suspicious.
you pick up your notebook and he stops midway to you. his arms crossing over his chest, and the shape of his toned muscles flex under your gaze. “they’re terrified of me. a few paragraphs won't change that.”
you step closer and he just give in. “let me try.” from below, his eyes glow brighter than before, and that feeling in his gaze runs through your body and fills it with warmth. he stares at your heart, aiming for your heart.
“anything for you, miss yn.”
there is no detail that escapes you about him. no gesture you don't recognize. but you knew there were things that were difficult to talk about, things you weren't ready to ask him and that he wasn't able to answer.
but that was a long time ago, before everything. that was yesterday.
the sound of the tape recorder keeps you grounded
“what the s stand for?”
a smile cross his face, “it’s not an s, it’s a symbol. it means hope.”
another god had tried in the past, and it died on a cross.
jaehyun remains still, but his calm is no longer effortless. he looks at you, and for the first time, the shy guy from the office is nowhere to be found; there is only the man who carries the sky on his shoulders. “the recording…” you whisper, stepping closer, but his walls are up.
he doesn't answer immediately. his gaze drops to your notebook, then to your hands, which are still trembling slightly from the cold.
“that’s not what they said. they… couldn’t.” he looks troubled and for a second, your journalist's instinct ask you to stop.
he looks restless, his shoulders tightening as if the very walls of the room are closing in on the secrets he’s trying to protect, and for the first time, you feel nervous.
without a word, his hands move to his cape. in a slow, methodical movement, he takes it off, devoided of his usual office-worker clumsiness. his eyes never leaving yours.
you need to stop the recording, to ask “what are you doing?”
“what do you think i’m doing?” he continues down the line, pulling the fabric apart to reveal the broad, hard-carved lines of his chest in the soft lamplight. “this suit is uncomfortable,” he simply says, ignoring your eyes has become so heavy you need to look away.
you know what he’s doing.
he’s hoping that if he gives you the superman the world is obsessed with, you’ll stop looking for the soul of the man who just wants to help.
so you decide to play his game.
“is it true that you can see through walls?”
he hums, agreeing, but then he sees you and knows it’s not enough answer for you. “i can also sense other things. for example, miss yn, i can see you’re agitated.”
“i’m just cold.”
“in that case…”
he gets closer and you want to recoil but decide to stay and watch him cornered you.
your breath hitches for his overwhelming presence. he has the ability to blow you and make you dry instantly, instead he runs his tongue down your neck.
he takes you in his embrace. tall and broad, his figure envelops you against his chest. held by him, you begin to lose track of the interview when his arms wrap around your waist and his hair tickles your cheek. overcome, you put all your energy into continuing with the questions. “are you made of steel?”
his laughter echoes in your chest and hits your neck. his hot breath sends shivers down your cold skin, but inside you start to feel warm. “no. i also feel things.”
his arms slide down to your thighs and lift you into his embrace. your legs wrap around his hips as he begins to carry you to the bathroom. along the way, his big hands takes your shoes off with a single move, before your room is displayed under the dim light of the lamps when he sets you down on the floor and leaves you to find towels.
you watch him leave them on the edge of the bed before he approaches you and you question him again. “are there more of you?”
his eyes widen before his whole face reveals amusement. “only me, for the moment.”
his fingers tangle in the sweatshirt you're wearing, unzipping it. at that point, his intentions are clear. he wants to get rid of you, and he does so by inhabiting your thoughts and messing with your ideas so you can't think straight.
his fingers brushing against the tender skin of your belly send sensations throughout your body, and you push him away. “jaehyun.”
“you’ll get sick.”
“you’re distracting me.”
a slow, boyish shadow of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth “am i?” then he steps back, laughing. “if i wanted to distract you, i’d do it differently,” lo ves meditar unos segundos; sus ojos revolotean hacia un punto invisible encima de ti antes de volver a tu mirada. his voice drop into a low, resonant tone that makes your skin tingle,“i’d kiss you.”
a smirk appears on his lips and your cheeks flush, sensing something stirring in your chest the moment his dimples appear. you see him moving in your direction, deliberately, slowly and steadily, like the inevitable pull of gravity. you find yourself unable to react, because his gaze immobilizes you.
your hands reach out for him, cupping his face between your cold palms and feeling his warmth. he draws closer, and for a second that seems like an eternity, you find yourself longing for him. until it happens.
his lips move over yours, gently. you feel him smile against you, and you kiss him more. his strong arms take you, wrapping around your lower back, and you end up on tiptoes, letting him hold you firmly as he devours your mouth. with no escape. catching your breath. his touch awakens every fiber of your being before sending you into the abyss, making your legs buckle as he caresses the cold, tender skin beneath your tight blouse with his warm touch. “let’s take this off,” he says between kisses, and you are so entranced that you do as he asks, raising your arms just long enough for him to remove the piece of clothing.
his bitten and kissed mouth moves away to descend toward your neck, where his breath wreaks havoc on you, drying you out completely. then, his mouth opens around it to leave new wet caresses that you accept with delight.
“why are they attacking the earth?” your voice sounds slurred, in an attempt to sound sane despite having lost your mind.
you close your eyes tightly as the vibrations of his voice are felt against your receptive skin. jaehyun murmurs, before whispering, “i don't know.”
“i need longer answers, superman. do you think it’s because of you?”
his kisses move up your jaw to your mouth, where he replies, “i may have drawn them here, yes,” before he kisses you and you feel his tongue against your parted lips.
effortlessly, he takes you in his arms and you let him blindly lead you to the place you've been longing for from the beginning. barely stopping kissing you wetly and deeply, he removes your pants with one agile movement. you look at him, impressed that he didn't rip them this time.
you wait for him, between the soft sheets of your bed, for him to climb on top of you, leaving a trail of kisses from your heels, stomach, to your face. his presence leaves you speechless as he positions himself between your legs and you feel his masculinity against your clothed femininity, succumbing to the touches his hands leave all over your body and his tongue impregnating yours with his essence.
“turn off the recorder for a moment…” he asks, and you barely feel your fingers fumbling for it and doing what he wants. your whole body sinks into an arrhythmic state when you hear him say, “touch me, miss yn.”
a sigh escapes your lips, and timidly yo do what he asks. jaehyun feels strong and firm under your hands, running over every part of his naked body. his broad, smooth back flexes under your palms and his tense arms seem like iron; you hear his laughter rumbling deep in your belly.
“what?”
a chuckle leave his lips. “is there something on your mind?”
it's as if he can sense something is troubling you. it has always been important for you to speak the truth, and he knows that. whatever it is, he wants to know.
he slows down so you can gather your thoughts. “it's just that... i don't know how to touch you to please you,” you confess. “i have no idea how.”
when you finish, he seems not to have heard anything; he entertains himself by kissing the curve of your clothed breasts.
“you forget that i'm just a man.”
jaehyun hovers above you, so close to your face that all it would take is your will to kiss him again. “you're superman. everything must feel mundane to you.”
“you also forget that i feel a lot.” his voice gives you chills, and a soft, silky sensation spreads through your stomach when he kisses your collarbones. “sensations are heightened, so i'm sensitive to sounds, emotions... touch.” with every word, he takes your breath away with caresses of his fingers on your stomach, as if he wants to untangle the knot that has formed. “did you like my answer, miss yn?”
entangled in dreamy caresses, you barely whisper, “a lot.” swallowing the lump in your throat as he leans over you and kisses you hard against the bed.
his nimble hands hook onto your underwear and you help him remove the fabric from you. when his fingers slide through your folds, you have to stifle a cry. his embrace covers you from head to toe, ecstatic, you immerse yourself in waves of pleasure that disorder your thoughts. at this point, don't think you can save much of the recording, not when he inserts two digits and a broken moan leaves your lips.
you wait, your senses taut, twisting and filling your mind with nonsense, for him to make the first movement of his fingers, but it doesn't happen. and when your eyes half-open through the fog of pleasure, you understand.
he has stopped to watch your reaction.
“say please, miss yn.”
“please.”
he covers your chest with kisses and bites, and you find yourself desperate for him to really touch you, so you desperately remove your bra and guide him towards your breasts. his wet mouth pleasantly sucks on the tender skin of your nipples, and his fingers twist inside you, rhythmically hitting your sweet spot. excited, you can't stop panting.
electricity runs through your body as he nibbles your nipples and kisses you deeply. your mouth opens, receptive as you feel his tongue wander across your lower lip. the soft collision intermingles with the firm thrust of his fingers inside you. one movement makes you squirm, feeling him pull away from you and circle above.
your eyes water with contained pleasure when he removes his fingers and you see him sit up in bed. then they become heavy like two black holes as you watch him take off his suit completely. your gaze is drenched in him, firm and regal in front of you, drawn like gravity, crawling towards him.
his large hand wraps around your neck, and your eyes flutter shut. he moves you lightly until you have your back to him, his body radiating heat to yours as he presses you against his chest and positions you as he desires.
your hands keep you upright on the mattress, but when you feel him pressing against your folds, you falter. liquidly, your silkiness makes him slide up and down, soaking his manhood until it is completely wet. then, he penetrates you slowly and torturously.
your body shakes, and a guttural sound rumbles in your chest. inch by inch, you take him complacently until he hits bottom, then you feel him take a deep breath.
“so tight.”
you tremble, and your stomach fills with enveloping heat to the rhythm of his solid, rhythmic thrusts. to the beat of the moans that escape his mouth. a sense of belonging fills you because of the way he holds you, with one hand crossing your chest to take one of your breasts and squeeze it. the swaying of your body makes each penetration sink into your bones and rouses endless sensations in your lower belly, numbing you more and more. he takes you, with possession and delicacy, although you feel the force of his strokes every time he fills you with his thick manhood.
you find yourself fluttering your eyes to the back of your mind, filled with liquid bliss beginning to spread throughout your body, and suddenly, your whole body sings.
sensitive, you can barely hold yourself up because his grip keeps you in place so you can receive each of his hammering thrusts, increasing.
his mouth closes over your shoulder and you find yourself in the limbo of ecstasy, hanging precariously, your features tightening as you try to stop the assault of elation that overwhelms you completely as you begin to pulse around him, drawing a deep, low moan from him that vibrates throughout your body.
you are incoherent sighs and moans. whimpers and hisses every time he changes intensity with a strong thrust. you become nothing.
jaehyun receives every pulse of your swollen and satiated femininity, squeezing around his circumference. he untangles the knot in your belly with gentle movements, entering and exiting, with one hand anchored on your stomach, as if he wants to feel the lump he creates inside you. the divine pressure he causes makes you tremble, making you ready for him.
you are taken in his arms and you are nothing more than tired limbs, unable to respond to stimuli. sleepy and numb, you are carried in front of your desk. behind his imposing figure, your reflection in the mirror greets you behind jaehyun, covering the frame completely. he guides you by the waist to sit on top of notes and documents, staring at you as he makes you his again.
your body is covered in love bites when his mouth opens and shows his fangs. throwing his head back, he pound his cock in and out and your legs open around his waist. his hands run all over you, and you can only stay upright when he takes you by the hips and holds you in place, receiving each of his short, sharp thrusts.
he fucks you like you want, and it's not enough. you burn. your body contracts and you are unable to stop the stream of sounds coming out of you, impossible to recreate unless you are in this state of great revelry. dizzy and dazed, your hand reaches down to trace circles on your swollen clitoris, and the moans only get louder.
soaked by your silkiness, your soft walls take him tightly. narrow and only for him, jaehyun pushes deep inside and a shiver runs through you. your legs close around his stomach and the delicious friction it creates makes him curse.
he grabs your heels and runs his hands up your thighs, spreading you open for him when he decides to take a look at the way your bodies come together and see him slide in and out. and you, you just watch his features contort with intense, uncontrollable pleasure.
“any weakness, mr. superman?” you can barely utter, keeping your gaze on him even though you're about to give up.
your femininity contracts around him when he replies, “you.”
exhausted and sore, he leaves you resting in bed when you both finish. you can barely hear the noise outside your room, but he can. you can scarcely feel him getting dressed and leaving to save the world.
yet, you watch him, almost asleep, search through the mess you've made, pick up a small object, before falling asleep, safe, sound, and satiated.
