MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: thelast!sasuke x fem!reader, rough sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, begging, possessive sasuke, dirty talk, praise and degradation, crying during sex, hair pulling, light choking, power dynamics, intense sexual content, creampie, implied aftercare . total wc :: 1.3k
DAY ELEVEN - EDGING ノm.list ノkinktober m.list
You should've known better than to think Sasuke would take it easy on you tonight. The way he looked at you earlier had you knowing exactly what was going to happen. His eyes gazing all over your body was a normal thing, but you just know when it means something else.
But now, with your back pressed hard against the futon in Sasuke's and your room that you've booked for tonight at an inn, your thighs are trembling as they are spread wide for him. His fingers are deep inside your dripping cunt, curling in just the right spot and time to make moans, and your body arches in response.
His thumb brushed against your clit in maddening circles that made your brain turn into utter mush. You knew he was teasing you, just testing you to see how much you were able to take for the night.
"Sasuke-" you gasp, your hand launching down to his wrist when your pussy was beginning to feel more and more sensitive. Your hips roll into his hand, wanting to inch closer to him. "Please, I'm so close- Don't stop, please-"
Your pleas only earned you a slow blink, his lips parting slightly before he gives a slow strip with his tongue agasint your clit. In response, you desperately clamp your thighs together, but Sasuke's elbow and shoulders make that completely impossible for you to do so.
The quick addition of his tongue had the coil inside you on the verge of snapping, just before you could reach your breaking point, Sasuke stopped. His fingers slowly leave your soaked cunt, leaving you to clench around nothing.
A broken whimper leaves your mouth at his actions. A faint smirk rose on Sasuke's lips as he watched you in such a desperate and needy state. "You're so pathetic," he mutters under his breath before leaving a trail of kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, slightly sucking.
"Sasuke," you said, breathlessly, and there was no kidding, you were annoyed. "Why did you do that?"
Instead of answering, he brought his slick fingers to your lips. "Open."
Your lips parted without thinking, and he slid them into your mouth. You moaned around them as you taste yourself on his fingers. Though it only made the slick in between your thighs worse, feeling his fingers press hard agasint your tongue, and so deep you felt you were almost about to gag.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, he crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming you in a way that had your body arching into his. And then, without warning, he slid inside you in one slow, deliberate thrust.
The stretch forced a sharp gasp out of you, your body already so sensitive you thought you'd shatter. He filled you perfectly, every inch heavy and hot as he bottomed out.
You thought relief would come and thought he'd finally let go. But then his hand clamped down on your hip, keeping you still. His mouth hovered by your ear.
"Don't move," he said lowly while he proceeded to nibble hard on the shell of your ear, causing you to let out a pained whimper.
Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing, begging for friction, but he didn't move. He just stayed there, buried deep and throbbing inside you, the smallest shift of his body making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips desperately, but his grip tightened.
"I said don't," he repeats.
"Sasuke-" your plea was cut off as he gave a hard and sharp thrust before not moving once more.
"Be a good girl and listen," Sasuke repeats, gazing down at you with a sharingan eye before igniting a heavy and deep kiss with you.
Minutes passed, and your thighs were trembling as well as your sweat slicked your skin. Your body clenched and fluttered around him, aching for release, but he gave you nothing.
By the time he finally moved, your body was wrecked with need. He pulled out agonizingly slow, then slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.
You moaned loud, nails dragging down his back, legs locking around his waist. But just when the edge built up again, just when your vision started to blur, he stilled, AGAIN. Your sob cracked the air.
"Sasuke, please, I'm begging you, I need to-"
His lips brushed your jaw. "Not yet."
The pattern repeated. He fucked you in relentless, punishing thrusts until you were sobbing, begging, right on the edge before he stopped. Again. And again.
By the third time, tears streaked your face, your throat raw from begging. By the fifth, you were a trembling mess beneath him, reduced to sobs and gasps, your body shaking uncontrollably with the need he kept denying.
Your voice was hoarse when you finally broke. "Sasuke, I can't- I can't anymore, I need it, I'll do anything, please-"
That finally drew a reaction. His hand slid up, fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His Sharingan burned red, spinning lazily as he took in your ruined face.
"Good," he murmured. "That's exactly how I want you. You're doing so good for me, pretty."
Then he slammed into you again, this time not stopping. His thrusts were deep, pressing agasint your cervix, his mouth covering your cries with a punishing kiss. The orgasm ripped through you violently, so strong it hurt, your scream muffled against his lips as your body convulsed beneath him.
But Sasuke didn't stop, even as you sobbed through your high, even as your body was trembling in overstimulation, he just kept going and going. When he finally spilled inside you, his release was heavy, filling you until it dripped down your thighs. His body slumped against yours, chest heaving, his lips brushing your temple.
"I told you, you can handle it," he rasps.
Your body was limp against the futon, chest heaving, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks. You thought, naively, that he'd be satisfied after the way he'd already destroyed you. But Sasuke wasn't done.
His arm wrapped around you as he pulled you upright, settling back against the futon with you straddling his lap. You whimpered, trembling as his cock, still hard, slid against your slick folds, dripping with both your cum.
"Sasuke- I can't, I can't anymore-"
His hand threaded into your hair, tugging your head back so your watery eyes met his.
"You can and you will, be good for me."
Before you could argue, he lifted you and sank you down onto him again. The stretch made you choke out a sob, your hands clutching his shoulders as he filled you to the brim. Your walls fluttered violently around him sensitively.
You tried to move, desperate for friction, for anything, but his hands gripped your hips hard, pinning you in place. He leaned close, his breath hot against your ear.
"Please- I'll do anything, I'll say anything- Sasuke, please, I need it, I need you-"
His hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His eyes locked on yours before he said, "Then say it."
Your lips trembled. "What-?"
"How much do you need me?" he replies with a smirk.
You swallowed hard, tears streaking hot down your face. "So much," you whimpered. "I need you so much, Sasuke, please- please, I'll be good, I'll do anything, just-"
His smirk was faint, cruel satisfaction curling at his lips. "Again."
"I need you, please," you sobbed, louder this time, clenching desperately around him. "So badly, Sasuke, only you can do this to me-"
That was what he wanted.
His hands finally guided your hips, forcing you to ride him, grinding down onto him over and over until you were gasping and coming apart violently around him. The orgasm ripped through you so hard you moaned into his shoulder, your nails dragging down his back and your body convulsing in his lap.
He fucked you through it, thrusting up into you until his own release spilled hot inside you, mixing with yours, overflowing down your thighs. His mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your sobs.
"There we go, such a good girl," he murmured agasint your hair, "Sorry if I hurt you too badly."
"Bath?" you ask after giving him a soft kiss, and he hums in agreement.
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ᝰ.ᐟ cockwarming sasuke during a movie night. post war. established relationship. tvs are canon in the narutoverse right? doggystyle. unprotected p in v but he pulls out. sasuke has two arms. not proofread.
a/n: you read my mind!! aside from this, i just wanted to thank you guys for your support! i was going through my other fics last night and i realized that they've all gotten hundreds of likes and i was literally so blown away because i didn't notice, nor did i expect that! especially with the zuko fic blowing up huhu ^^ i'm sososo grateful for all of you and i hope that i fulfil all of your guys' sasuke needs (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
ever since the war, it's been an effort for sasuke to return to a normal life. when was the last time his life was normal? as a child? safe to say, there's a lot of experiences he missed out on during his developmental years that have left him...stunted, in a way. however, your presence—your light—has helped him feel that simplicity of life that he's been trying to grasp onto.
"okayyy...perfect." you murmur, setting the takeout box onto his coffee table, settling back against sasuke on the sofa. he's been training rigorously forever, and you've been trying to set up a date night for quite some time now. tv and fast food seemed simplistic enough, so he'd agreed to it easily enough.
he wraps an arm around you, sighing. "you bought enough for five people." he comments. you gasp dramatically, grinning. "that's actually really offensive." you retort. "it's observant." he decides. "you trained for twelve hours today," you argue, nudging his knee with yours. "you eat like a starved wolf afterward."
"hn." that stupid little noise almost makes you smile more than his actual words do nowadays. sasuke's chin rests lightly against the top of your head. "what movie are you going to make me watch?" he asks quietly, looking down at you. you hum in thought, leaning forward to put the food in your lap before kicking your legs up onto the table. "dunno. what are you into?" you ask, opening the box.
he snorts, picking up one of the forks. "not sure. didn't really have much time to explore cinema." he comments dryly. you hum thoughtfully and continue scrolling. "okay. then we'll start with something easy. no psychological breakdowns, no tragic endings, no weird experimental cinematography-"
"so you do know those movies are terrible." he interrupts. you narrow your eyes. "careful. your media literacy is underdeveloped." he finally looks at you properly then, dark eyes calmer than they used to be these days. softer, too, though he'd probably deny it if anyone said it aloud.
"oh?" he murmurs. before you can react, he leans forward and steals the bite off your fork instead. "bestow your wisdom on me, then." he murmurs. your mouth falls open. "sasuke." he chews slowly, entirely unbothered. "that was mine." you scoff and shove at his shoulder while he catches your wrist easily, the faintest smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
for the next forty five minutes, the apartment settles into an easy rhythm—your occasional commentary, sasuke's sparse responses, the takeout boxes now on the floor. every so often, he asks a question about something happening onscreen with surprising seriousness, like he's trying to understand why people enjoy this sort of thing. you think itys cute but you wisely keep that thought to yourself.
at some point, you glance up at him and your chest aches with affection. leaning in, you press a kiss to his jaw. "you having fun?" you murmur. sasuke's attention shifts from the screen to you slowly, like he has to reorient himself. for a second, he just looks at you. then his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, thumb brushing absentmindedly beneath your ear.
"...yeah," he says quietly. and because this is sasuke—because every honest thing from him still sounds like it's being dragged carefully into the light after years buried underground—he adds, almost reluctantly, "i like this."
you smile immediately. "the movie?" his gaze flickers down to your mouth before returning to your eyes. "no," he says. "this." your smile grows at his words and you lean in to kiss him gently. he returns the kiss, cupping your jaw, breathing soft. you feel the quiet exhale he lets out against your mouth when you shift closer without thinking.
and then his hand tightens slightly at your jaw. you pull back just enough to look at him suspiciously. his eyes are half lidded already. "focus." you scold, pushing his face back toward the television. sasuke barely moves from the force of it. however, after a moment, he refocuses on the movie. you lean back into his side, bending your legs under you to be more comfortable.
you try to focus back on the film, but after a minute, you feel his gaze again. slowly, you turn your head. "what?" you mutter. "...nothing." he answers. "…what even is happening?" he asks after a long pause. you blink. "are you serious?"
"i stopped paying attention twenty minutes ago." he admits. "you are unbelievable." you grumble. "why aren't you paying attention?" you question, pausing the movie. "you're distracted." he shrugs. "me?" you stare at him flatly. "i've spoken maybe 6 words in the past 20 minutes."
a small smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth again, gone almost as quickly as it appears. "you keep looking at me," he says. "huh?" you blink. "you keep checking if i'm enjoying myself." his gaze flickers over your face quietly, almost thoughtful. "you do it without realizing it."
you roll your eyes, unpausing the movie. "you're distracted too, then. you're not supposed to notice." you hum. he just shakes his head, kissing you again. you can't help but melt into it, the movie forgotten. your fingers slide into his hair, pulling his head closer. his hands grip your waist, tugging you onto his lap. you straddle him, sliding your tongue into his mouth.
it's not long before you feel something hard underneath you, and you break the kiss. "sasuke. we need to get through this movie." you warn. he sighs, kissing your neck. "fine. i'll focus." he mumbles. "good." you sigh, about to get off him when an idea strikes you. a grin slowly makes its way onto your face and you tilt your head. "sasuke."
he raises an eyebrow, hands settling on your hips again. "i have an idea." you declare. "and what's that?" he asks warily. "do you know what cockwarming is?" you tease. his eyebrows raise momentarily before he schools his expression. "why?"
"guess." you roll your eyes. "do you really think that it would help me focus more?" he asks dryly, his expression becoming bemused. "lets tryyyy." you encourage. now that the idea is in your mind, you're shocked you didn't think of it before. he studies you for a few long seconds before groaning. "fine."
your grin grows as you quickly lift your hips to tug his pants down, chuckling at the sight of his already half hard dick. "acting like you don't want it." you comment teasingly, earning a scoff. "you're the one who keeps pulling away." he mutters. you pull your shorts off, tossing them onto the floor, before hooking your panties to the side. "okay. no moving. we need to finish this movie." you say firmly. he eyes you with a mix of wariness, irritation, and desire, his cock hardening all the way.
"hn." he huffs. you move to straddle him again, your back to his chest this time. reaching between you, you guide his cock to your entrance, spitting on it. you stroke him a few times, getting a mixture of spit, pre, and your slick spread across him evenly, before putting the tip in. you bite your lip to muffle any sound, slowly beginning to take him inch by inch as you sink down with a nice streeeeetch.
he huffs out a breath, head falling back, hands steadying you at your hips. once you bottom out, you consider going back on your word for a moment—the feeling of him filling you up so nicely, his hands on your body, cock twitching...the movie could wait, yeah? but no—you're determined to make him snap first. you can't become cockdrunk after talking all that shit about his focus.
so with great difficulty, you force yourself to relax, leaning back against his chest. one of his arms comes up to wrap around your waist, steadying you, while his chin rests on your shoulders. "ready?" you ask as calmly as possible, voice breathy. "yeah.." he whispers, kissing your neck. you click your tongue, grumbling at him to stop as you grab the remote, whining a little when the movement makes his tip press against your sweet spot firmly.
"who's being a pervert now?" he murmurs. you scoff, unpausing the movie. "neither of us, considering i never called you a pervert." you retort. he doesn't bother responding, leaning back against the couch. you lean back too, hips tilting a little, and you hear the slight hiss he makes. the sound makes you clench—involuntarily, but the groan he lets out makes you wanna do it again.
smirking to yourself, you settle down for now, pretending to focus on the tv. he seemingly chills as well. the next 20 minutes are tense, both of you waiting for the other to slip up. however, being to stubborn, you and sasuke push through the urges you're feeling. until he shifts his hips up a little to spread his legs.
you gasp at the sudden probing of his cock against your cervix, caught off guard. he also takes a sharp intake of breath, seemingly having done it accidentally. but it doesn't matter—he moved first. "sasuke–fuckkkkkk..." you moan out, lifting your hips and sinking back onto him. he groans, tightening his grip on you. "what about the–haah, fuck..the movie?" he pants.
"i don't care." you murmur, dropping yourself down again. you set a quick pace, desperate and needy for his cock, but it wears you out quicker. it's not long before your legs start to shake and your movements become sloppy, making you whine his name. understanding your queue, he lets you pull off him, pushing you so that you're bent over the couch instead. you gasp as your fingers scramble to grab onto something, aroused by the sudden change in him.
he grabs your hip with one hand, the other guiding him back to you before he slams into you. he starts pounding into you—hard and fast. your moans are muffled by the couch as you bury your face into it, crying out his name. to say you're surprised by his rough handling is an understatement—sex between the two of you, so far, had only been slow and gentle.
"sasuke, i– ohhh, fuck!" you cry out, digging your nails into the skin of your palm as he leans over you, hand sneaking between your bodies to rub roughly at your clit. "y'feel so good...oh my god!" you pant, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. "yeah?" he breathes against your ear before leaning back again, hips smacking against your ass with every thrust. you can't even come up with any words right now, mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of his fat cock stretching you wide open.
feeling your orgasm approaching, you prop yourself up onto your forearm—other hand going to your clit now that both of sasuke's hands are on your hips again. "mmph– getting tighter. are you– haah...close?" he asks, voice low and raspy. "mmmhm! so close! pleasepleaseplease sasuke, i'm so closeee!" you whine, eyes filled with tears at this point. his brows furrow, a mixture of determination, confusion, and concern on his face. you've never reacted like this before, and he's not sure how to take it. he continues to thrust into you hard, low sounds beginning to escape him.
"fuck, ohmygod! m'coming–" you gasp into the fabric, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm hits you hard. sasuke's thrusts speed, grunts and whines of your name leaving his mouth before he's pulling out, quickly stroking himself to completion. as you go limp, you can feel the wetness of his cum on your lower back, and you huff. "you're cleaning that up." you pant. a few moments later, you feel him gently wiping you off before he grabs you, helping you stand. "are you okay?" he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. you nod, leaning back against the sofa. "that was...new." you smirk. he flushes a little, kissing his teeth in annoyance. "shut up. you started it."
༄ a/n: sasuke is at the final because ofc i wrote more at him
🃜 🃚 🃖
🍃 Kakashi
Kakashi will definitely be more than happy to fuck you as much as you needed. Anywhere. In his office? One of his fantasies. Every corner of your house? Just say the word. At night? He barely sleeps anyway. Morning? The best way to start your day, refreshed.
After his fingers reached the most delicious spots at the same time with his sinful lips that had already sucked your pussy into two orgasms, you were barely satisfied.
“Ah, fuck—Yes! So good, you fill me so good!” Kakashi leaned over you, lifting your leg higher on the table next to the bed and whispered into your ear, tilting your chin toward him.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He groaned at a particularly deep thrust. “Is my [Name] satisfied yet?”
“No, no—Please! More, Kakashi! I love your dick so fucking much—” He hissed at your dirty mouth, feeling himself throb inside you. Taking both your hands behind your back while you bent further for him and parted your legs, Kakashi used your restrained wrists as leverage, his thrusts pounding your needy pussy harder, shaking the table. Only his name could be heard as you screamed it.
“I’ll fuck you anytime you want, [Name].”
🍃 Itachi
Itachi has a talent for pretending he doesn’t understand what you’re implying unless you say it directly. Whether your legs rub together when he replies a certain way… when you taunt him—and of course, he notices. Whether you look at him like you want to devour him, and he acts…sweet, far sweeter than usual. As if nothing’s happening, becoming even more affectionate just to soak you further and further until you’re the one who begs.
“Itachi, c-can you fuck me, please?”
He was nuzzling into your neck, sending shivers down your spine while he left soft, warm kisses.
“Didn’t I satisfy you this morning, dear [Name]?”
You almost whined when he stopped touching you, instead just looking at your flustered, shy face.
“Y-yes, but—” As you hid your face from shame, Itachi let out a soft, brief laugh, touching your thighs and caressing you before gently pulling you toward the edge of the bed. Burying his head between your thighs and starting to kiss them slowly had become a ritual for him. How long would she last this time?
After torturing you with slow, precise touches that made you cum too many times, you begged him to spare you.
“Itachi, p-please, my love—I can’t anymore!”
He murmured against your skin, caressing your whole body and making it arch impossibly before he found your lips. You chased his hips, struggling to find his painfully hard cock as he kept pleasuring you, placing it at your entrance. Itachi smiled at your eagerness as he slowly pushed inside. Moaning as he finally, finally fucked you, you locked your legs around him, urging him deeper and making him groan.
“Mhmm, I love it—I love it! Fuck! I’ll let you warm me every day if you want, I-Itachi!”
Composed as he was, your words affected him deeply, making him push deeper inside you as he felt himself closer to the edge far too soon than he wanted.
You’re something else like that.
🍃 Madara
Madara would let you ride him until you physically couldn’t anymore, finding pleasure in watching you that desperate.
Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn’t fight the strangled noises that poured out from your mouth. “You’re so fucking b-big, Madara.” You gasped, barely able to hold yourself upright from the force of your tremble, sliding back and forth in a way that had both of you panting for more.
Madara was restraining himself pretty well, dragging his cigarette from his lips as he watched you use his body, smirking at your praise.
“My wife likes to use my dick that much, huh?”
Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper, making you shake and moan hard as he caught you before falling, his hand wrapping around your throat to steady you.
“Scream for me, pretty woman.”
🍃 Shikamaru
Shikamaru would probably let you ride him too, enjoying the show even while his cheeks flushed from being so desired.
Still, sometimes you pushed his limits. Enough to make him snap, dragging you between his draining tasks as the Hokage’s right hand—into his office, or any room nearby, even a storage one he hoped no one used.
Your hands were on the wall, helping you keep balance while Shikamaru pounded into your pussy with deep, hard strokes. With one hand holding your chin and cheeks, not too tightly, he whispered into your ear.
“My baby’s so needy? So fucking needy she couldn’t wait until I came home?”
🍃 Obito
Obito would be completely at your mercy—even if his cock was about to break if you didn’t stop sucking him eventually.
But how could he stop such a glorious sight? You, kneeling and devouring him, sucking him off again and again like it was the only thing you needed. Still, his cock was painfully swollen, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
“B-baby, don’t you want me t-to fuck your sweet pussy?”
Slurping around his cock, you looked up at him under your lashes, making Obito let out a whimper and throw his head back. You stopped, playing with his cock and kissing it, licking him slowly.
“You gonna breed me, baby? Make me all swollen and dripping with you? Only you?”
Damn it, Obito fucking lost it at that. He gently took your hands off him, and the next second, you were in bed, with him already between your thighs. His gaze was so intense it made your heart tremble, afraid of how hard he’d fuck you now. But you already knew what would happen when you teased him enough—deep, slow thrusts until the bed nearly broke, and you were left with at least two loads inside.
🍃 Naruto
Naruto would be clueless like always when it came to anything about your body. But after a while, he swore on his life he’d learn everything about it just to make you happy. Even if sometimes he asked dumb questions that didn’t make any sense. “Ahm… Been thinking since morning. If you’re ovulating, you’ll stop making babies if… we fuck?”
Naruto was more than happy to eat you out as a warm-up, even begging you to ride his face until he couldn’t breathe, his head locked between your thighs.
“Not enough, not enough—!” As your moans spilled into the air, grinding on his face, Naruto looked up at you with a feral glint in his eyes. That look alone made your heart skip—your mouth falling open, your whole body blabbering for his cock.
Wanting nothing more than to be inside your soul, Naruto had you pinned completely, sometimes with your legs over his shoulders or wrapped around his waist while he fucked you deep and fast. His back was covered in scratches—ones he secretly loved admiring after, even if he blushed thinking about what he’d done.
“F-fuck, baby! You r-really are the perfect girl for me—Mhmm!” Naruto’s hoarse, slightly desperate voice made you spiral closer to the edge every time he spoke, accentuated by his hard, deep thrusts. “And the b-best pussy ever.”
🍃 Sasuke
Sasuke wouldn’t even be aware of it. Especially since he initiates almost every time. And especially since you don’t really know how to do it, so you’re scared to embarrass yourself (you wouldn’t—he’d be hard in a minute if you even tried).
Until now, you only tried to show him through more affection. Like burying yourself in his soul. And the only reaction you got (pretty cute) was a blushing Sasuke. But things didn’t stay that way for long. Annoyed he couldn’t read your intent, you started acting petty, your irritation rising drastically. At first, he only gave you a side-glance or raised eyebrow—aware of your hormonal cycles since he monitors them to understand you better. Until you became too irrational for him to decipher anymore.
After a rough day, you welcomed him with one of your passive-aggressive remarks that made him vanish, acting impulsively until he was right behind you. Your breath halted and your pulse ticked the moment you felt the warm air from his mouth against your ear.
“Why are you acting like that?” His voice was contained, restrained from snapping the way you’d spoken to him these past days. “Are you mad at me?”
You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine as you closed your eyes, his presence intoxicating everything around you, the heat of his body touching you so faintly it made you ache for more. Sasuke widened his eyes slightly at the realization—watching you bite your lip to avoid admitting, watching your trembling legs, the way you avoided his dark gaze. You want him, don’t you?
His voice was mocking, yet soft. His hands finally touched you more, still far too slow for what you needed right now.
“Poor little thing. All this time you’ve just wanted me to fuck you?”
You gasped at his words, redness spreading across your cheeks as he started undressing you quickly, leaving you naked.
“Sasuke…” He kissed you from top to bottom, reaching your shoulder and kissing it gently just to make you hiss, marking you. He tilted your chin, chasing your lips as you moaned, pushing your ass back against his clothed cock, making him groan. “Fuck me, Sasuke—”
You were so wet you didn’t care about anything else—only his greedy hands, touching and squeezing every inch of you as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Should I? After the attitude you gave me all week?”
Seeing you so desperate for him, Sasuke only wanted to talk more for some reason. Maybe to get back at you for not saying it sooner, because if you had, he would’ve already fucked you several times by now. Or maybe simply because he adored the way his hands felt on your tempting bod, driving him mad. Especially when you beg.
“Please, baby—Please, Sasuke!”
He hummed at your plea, undoing his belt in the process and not making you wait much longer before slipping inside—slow, but deep. Even though you were dripping, already prepared with two fingers, you still clenched impossibly tight, making it hard for him to last.
“Relax, [Name]. Fucking hell—”
You started bouncing on his cock, unable to listen—loving it too much, moaning his name. Sasuke groaned at the sight, chasing your hips and fucking you deeper, rougher, if that’s what you desperately wanted. Still, he really needed to fuck you again because you made him cum way too soon. Now you needed to cum at least twice, looking only at him.
Pranking male Naruto characters by avoiding their touch.
Uchiha Sasuke
At first, Sasuke ignores your strange behavior. If you wanted to be weird, that was your headache, not his.
But when you sidestep him during a mission as he reaches out to steady you after a jump, his eyes narrow.
"What's your problem?" he asks, deadpan, stepping closer and reaching out for you again.
You shrug innocently, dodging his touch once more. His jaw tightens, and he retracts his hand.
Sasuke is surprisingly patient after that. But after you dodge his touch a third time, that patience snaps.
Determined to keep up the charade, you move to avoid his arm when he tries to protect you again.
"Whatever" did you seriously think he had a problem with not touching you?
He doesn't even bother with words anymore. Playing along with your game, he grabs the back of your shirt and effortlessly flings you out of harm's way.
"Hey!" you cry, barely managing to land safely.
"You wanna play games? Fine," he mutters, completely unfazed by your wide-eyed glare.
For the rest of the day, Sasuke avoids your touch, despite your whining and apologies. This was your punishment for playing silly games with him.
Uzumaki Naruto
"huh??"
You must be tripping, Naruto thinks, watching you duck when he tries to pull you into one of his bone-crushing hugs.
Naruto is all about physical affection, high fives, random hugs, scooping you up into his arms. So when you dodge his hug, his jaw drops.
The look on his face is too ridiculous, you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter at his utter shock of your audacity.
"You're so dramatic" you roll your eyes, pulling him into a hug as an apology.
Naruto grins and returns the hug twice as hard, lifting you off the ground for good measure. Ignoring your squeals of embarrassment, he parades through the village with you still awkwardly dangling in his arms as punishment.
"Put me down Naruto! You're so embarrassing!"
Aburame Shino
Shino is flabbergasted, to say the least. You never avoided his touch, and he loved that because you were the only person he was comfortable being affectionate with anyway.
His eye twitches, but his shoulders eventually sag in relief when he sees you struggling to contain your laughter.
You were just playing a silly prank after all, thank goodness.
He discreetly releases a meliponine bee from his jacket sleeve, the little creature was harmless and couldn't sting, but you didn't need to know that.
The moment you spot it, your eyes widen.
"SHINO, ONE OF YOUR BEES ESCAPED!"
Shrieking, you leap into his arms. His lips stretch into a smug smirk as he catches you.
"Oh? What's this? I thought you didn't want me to touch you?"
You narrow your eyes, quickly connecting the dots. Jumping out of his arms, you smack his shoulder lightly.
"Touché"
Hyuga Neji
Neji was pretty much sick of your shit at this point, you've been on a pranking streak all week and it put him on edge.
Now he questions every little reaction from you, wondering if it was a prank or not.
Even now, he stood watching you, his posture stiff, an irritated glare on his face.
"Stop testing my patience y/n."
He grits out, reaching for you again, watching you move out of the way.
"Have I...have I done anything to upset you?"
he asks, voice shaky, exhaustion creeping in. He was afraid this time you weren't joking and he might've actually upset you.
You immediately drop the act, not liking the kicked puppy dog look on his face one bit.
"I'm sorry, I was just messing around" you tug him into a hug to which he returns with a glare, ultimately glad this wasn't anything serious.
He reaches down to flick your forehead.
"Ow!"
"You're an idiot. Quit it with the silly games ok?" he murmurs gently brushing his fingers over the spot he flicked.
"Ok ok"
Uchiha Itachi
Itachi chuckles, watching you sidestep his hug. He immediately knew you were playing games, no one craved his touch more than you did.
"Are you sure you want to do that? I'm leaving for a mission and won't be back till tomorrow"
You bite your lip, weighing your options. He was right, 24hrs was way too long to go without a hug.
You huff, shuffling into his still open arms with defeat. "Fine, I yield"
He laughs again, giving you a soft squeeze before pulling away.
"I'll see you in a couple hours" he says, placing a kiss on your hair before pulling away.
"See y- wait what! You said tomorrow"
"I lied" he calls out, smiling casually, like he didn't just decieve you, continuing down the path without looking back.
You can't help but snort at his tactics, you were so going to get him back when he returns though.
Uchiha Obito
"Well aren't you a picture of domesticity" Obito muses, watching you make coffee in one of his button downs, the shirt large on you.
He can't help himself, he reaches out to feel your soft skin only to be met with air when you move out of the way, giving him a strange look.
If he paid more attention, he would've noticed the look on your face was you struggling to hold in your laughter, but his stomach was too busy dropping to his feet.
Obito was insecure, about his face, about his body, and his past. Despite your reassurances, a part of him never believed he was what you wanted.
He was chronically paranoid that one day you'd realize you could have better, and leave him.
It didn't take you too long to figure out what was going through his head when he froze, staring at you like a deer in headlights.
"Shit, this was a terrible idea" you immediately grab his hands, placing one on your cheek and the other on your waist "I'm sorry, I was just messing around"
He stares down at you for a few seconds gauging your sincerity before sighing, his body untensing in relief.
"You're a menace..." his arms snake around you, pulling you into his chest, happy this was just a joke.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry"
Hatake Kakashi
Kakashi notices but doesn't react right away. Instead, he silently joins your game.
Every time he sees you coming he makes a point to dramatically avoid touching you even by a hair's breadth, bending and contorting his body into all sorts of shapes.
"You're terrible" you giggle, trying to grab him, watching him dodge your hands like his life depended on it.
"me? You're the one who started it"
he finally relents, letting you tug him into your arms.
"You could've seriously hurt my feelings you know? I'm sensitive"
You snort, Kakashi didn't give a shit and you both knew it.
You lean up, tugging his mask down to peck his nose as an apology "You're about as sensitive as that rock over there"
He chuckles, deciding to let your snark go, he won after all, you wouldn't be avoiding his touch again.
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Once Kakashi became Hokage, he definitely developed a "my lord" kink. He's against everyone calling him lord because he doesn't' feel worthy of a title like that. He doesn't like the formalities of being a Hokage.
However, with you? He makes you say it to get what you want.
"Kakashi. I need it," you arched your hips off of the bed, closer to his mouth. "I need your tongue and mouth."
He looks up at you through his lashes, those eyes sparkling with mischief. "Say it."
You bit your lip while running your fingers through his silver hair, slowly forcing his mouth over your clit. "Please."
You cried out in pain when a swift smack landed on your cunt, sending shock waves throughout your body.
"Try again," he demanded, warm breath over your aching clit to smooth away the pain of the smack.
"Please, my lord," you begged.
With you spread across the desk in his Hokage office, Kakashi hummed in pleasure before finally wrapping his lips around you swollen clit.
༝ ᭝ ༝ REALISTIC SEX / SCENARIOS WITH NARUTO MEN ༝ ᭝ ༝
⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi, neji, sasuke, kakashi ⋆
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cw ; MDNI — reader has trouble reaching an orgasm with itachi, neji struggles to get hard, not sure if it’s classified as somnophilia with sasuke but he wakes you up by playing with your pussy, kakashi cums too fast + he eats you out afterwards.
༝ ᭝ ༝ itachi ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
There are moments when your mind and body seem to disconnect.
Times, like the present, when Itachi leads you to bed with the intention of tasting your orgasm on his tongue, fingers curled straight into your g-spot. Itachi never fails to paint a pretty picture between your legs, eyes heavy lidded as he stares up at you, warm tongue licking your clit in a strong, steady rhythm. There’s an ache in your chest from the view.
Your brain screams with desire for your husband, frustration starting to well up in your throat because you’re trying with all your might to cum for him. Clenching the muscles in your pelvis, holding your breath until the knot in your lower belly goes taught. But it’s like sand slipping through your fingers any time Itachi moves so much as a centimeter out of place.
It’s not his fault. Itachi’s been diligent in his efforts to arouse you. Working out the tense knots hiding in your back and shoulders, kissing you until you’re dizzy, whispering praise and sweet, filthy nothings in your ear. He’s been eating your pussy for at least fifteen minutes.
Gritting your teeth, you push the heel of your palm against Itachi’s forehead, eyes stinging with defeat. “Itachi, baby, you can stop. It’s not gonna happen.”
Itachi pulls back to stare up at you in concern, deep voice soothing. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I’m happy to continue.” The pads of his fingers pet over your g-spot as proof, and the jolt of pleasure coaxes a soft moan from your lips.
You nod. “I’m sure,” you murmur. Itachi hums, lips cherry red, and there’s a sense of loss when he frees his fingers. He crawls up beside you and shifts to lay flat on his back.
“Would you be interested in riding me? I know it helps you reach your peak much quicker.” Itachi extends a hand your way. You glance between the small, encouraging smile on his face and the rock hard cock resting on his pelvis.
You grip his hand and straddle his hips. He’s irresistible.
“Are you okay with this position?” Your voice is breathy, anticipation buzzing in your veins. Raising up to your knees you reach down to steady his shaft, sliding the tip between your lips and line him up with your pussy. You begin to sit down, enjoying the slow stretch his cock provides, and don’t bother to wait for his answer.
Itachi white knuckles your hips, gasping, and digs his thumbs into the bone. “I — oh god, you know I’ll have you any way,” he manages to say through a moan.
With that, you brace your hands on Itachi’s flushed chest and start to bounce in his lap. Strong hands find their way to your butt and help support your movement, Itachi’s biceps flexing each time he pushes you upwards. Your husband’s right, as usual, and when you get close to the edge you sit with your ass flush to his pelvis, rolling your hips back and forth, and moan his name as his tip presses snug to your g-spot.
After your first orgasm, it’s much easier for Itachi to draw a second one from you. Only this time, your face is in the sheets and your ass is in the air.
༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji is smart.
A prodigy, a genius, a phenomenal sensei — one of the highest ranked shinobi in all of Konoha. There’s no argument that Neji wears a lot of responsibility on his shoulders, and he returns home worn to the bone most evenings. You miss him, but he loves it, and the ache in your heart quiets when he manages to secure a day for you to spend together.
So naturally, sometimes, even when Neji’s belly burns white hot with arousal, he struggles to get hard.
He’s tired.
But even so, Neji’s throat still vibrates with a low moan when you plant a kiss in the hollow of it, sucking the skin between your lips, biting down and rolling it between your teeth. His fingers find your hair and thread through, content to ride along for the journey as you kiss his collarbone, over the defined muscle of his pecs, all the way down until your tongue runs along the crease of his inner thigh. He smells clean, like his body wash, and his knee jerks in response.
He avoids your ribs by an inch.
His cock’s filled out a quarter of the way by the time you reach it. It doesn’t deter you in the slightest. You lick from base to tip and Neji chokes on his next breath, head thrown into the pillow, when you swallow his soft, warm cock like you’re starving. Neji cries out and your scalp stings, hair wound tight around his fingers.
“Baby,” Neji breathes, voice cracking, and his hips buck up because he can’t quite sit still. “Don’t stop, please.”
You hollow your cheeks and suck, working him with your tongue until the muscle in your jaw aches. Despite your best efforts, Neji remains half hard. Even when you use your fingers to squeeze and play with his balls.
Neji’s noise of frustration pulls your mouth from his cock, watching it slap wet and sticky against his pelvis. You push up and sit on your calves, sending your husband a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Neji. I don’t mind using my fingers.”
Nevermind that your pussy is so wet it spreads to your inner thighs whenever you shift your weight.
His face twists, distaste obvious. “I want you,” he affirms, pushing up to his elbows. “Talk to me.”
One of your eyebrows hikes up. “Talk to you?”
“Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he clarifies, a dusty pink blossoming on his cheeks. His gaze stays firm.
You take Neji’s cock in hand, squeezing, stroking once. He’s still slick with your saliva. The heat of embarrassment crawls up your neck and you swallow your hesitation. “Neji,” you begin lowly, voice thick with lust. “Please. I need you to use your pretty cock and fuck me. My pussy is so empty without you, I need my husband.”
Neji’s breath hitches, cock swelling fully in your palm as you stroke him faster, twisting your wrist. Neji sits straight up, catches you by the forearm, and pushes you onto your back.
With little fanfare, Neji settles between your thighs. He slides inside you to the hilt, pushes your knees to your chest, and promises, “I’m going to make you cum on my cock.”
༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Sasuke looked…good, tonight. Really good.
So much so that you’d been staring at him without an ounce of shame for the last ten minutes as he cut vegetables for dinner. It’s impressed you since the beginning how fluid he moves with one arm.
For awhile, the only noise in the room was the sharp crunch of Sasuke’s knife slicing through various veggies.
“Enjoying the show? Anything I can do to improve your viewing pleasure?” Sasuke’s voice rings out, the playful lilt to it showcasing his teasing. He shifts his head to glance at you out the side of his eye, hair swaying just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his rinnegan.
“Well,” you begin, dragging out the word as you rise from your chair and saunter up behind your husband. Your arms wrap around his waist, hugging him tight, and you relax into the heat bleeding through his shirt. “If you take your shirt off, I wouldn’t be opposed.”
Sasuke’s quiet laugh makes you bury your face further into his back, smiling to yourself. “Is that so? What if I get cold?” Sasuke chops straight through a cucumber.
“I’ll keep you warm,” you promise, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. Sneaky fingers slip under his shirt, tracing feather light over the skin right above his waistband. Sasuke’s breath catches, and goosebumps are waiting for you by the time your fingers trail over his ribs.
Sasuke sets his knife down on the cutting board and snatches one of your hands before it vanishes below his sweats. “After dinner.”
You pout, but respect his decision and untangle yourself from Sasuke.
As soon as you’ve finished eating you climb into your husband’s lap to make out with him, ignoring the movie you’d put on as if it never existed. Sasuke eventually maneuvers you out of his lap, stands, and leads you to your room. Once your clothes are scattered across the bed you shove Sasuke onto his back and resume straddling his hips, bracing your hands by his head, tits in his face as he cups one and sucks on your tender nipple.
He’s half hard beneath you, moaning with each roll of your pussy back and forth along his cock. Your clit throbs with flickers of pleasure, but soon you find the heavy fatigue of the day catching up to you out of nowhere, battling the urge to lay down beside him and sleep. You want Sasuke, there’s no doubt, but you can tell his heart’s not in it. Neither is yours.
Your hips come to a halt, hand lifting from the bed to brush the hair off his forehead. “Sasuke,” you murmur, toes curling lightly as he sucks your nipple once more and releases it with a pop.
“Hm?” He asks, meeting your gaze.
You give him a sheepish smile. “Would you rather have sex in the morning?”
You’d be offended by the relief in Sasuke’s eyes if you weren’t feeling the exact same. You slide off his lap and snuggle into his chest after he nods, arousal fading and drowsiness weighing you down instead.
You’re expecting it when slender fingers shake you from the haze of sleep in the morning, pressed to your clit and rubbing in steady circles, blood heating and thickening into something sweet like honey.
Sasuke shifts lower in his place behind you, warm breath tickling the nape of your neck. He clutches your thigh and lifts, nudging his tip to your pussy. With a slow press, he seals you together, pausing with his hips flush to your ass as his cock throbs.
Sasuke fucks you slow and deep, the perfect pace for a sleepy morning spent tangled in the sheets.
༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
After Kakashi passed the mantle of Hokage to Naruto, you assumed your husband would have more free time.
To be fair, for the most part, your theory rings true.
Sometimes, however, Kakashi is sent to deal with short missions. Which by all means isn’t an issue, but now and then he’ll get delayed. Stuck out in the field for weeks instead of days.
In the grand scheme of your relationship with Kakashi, two weeks is a minuscule amount of time to go without sex. Especially after all the years Kakashi spent coming and going on assignments before he took over as Hokage.
You’d just gotten used to getting Kakashi’s dick on a semi regular basis is all, so the two weeks he’d been gone this time felt like months. The day he returned, Kakashi got stuck doing debriefs before returning home to take the hottest bath known to mankind.
You remained patient. Barely. Lounging on your bed, staring at the ceiling until your eyes crossed waiting for your husband. As soon as he wanders into the bedroom, leaving wet footprints all over the floor, you hop off the bed and shove at his stomach, forcing him to land on the mattress. It knocks the wind out of him, eyes going wide as you yank his towel free.
“Fuck,” Kakashi groans, voice somewhat strained. “You miss me that much baby girl?” You place a knee on the bed, falling forward to crawl up the bed and straddle Kakashi. His hands shoot out, clinging to your hips while you sit down heavy in his lap.
Kakashi’s chest is firm and warm when your palms make contact, bracing your weight, pushing in close with a teasing grin. “I only missed your dick.”
He laughs, eyes crinkling at the sides. “Just my dick? Not the person attached to it?” Kakashi snakes his arms around your waist, hugging you to his chest, and traps your arms between your bodies. Your forehead playfully knocks against his.
“That’s correct. Just your dick, not the husband connected.”
Kakashi pouts. Then the world shifts and you squeak as Kakashi throws his weight to the side, rolling and crushing you, nestling himself snug between your thighs. “That’s mean, I’m hurt. Heartbroken!”
Your lips tug upwards as you squirm to free your arms, running them up his biceps, his shoulders, and frame the sides of his neck. “Aw my poor baby, will it help if I kiss it better?”
“I’m fatally wounded by your words, but I suppose you can try,” he teases, wearing a coy grin that rivals your own. You laugh and guide him down into a kiss, lips meeting hot and slick. Lust gathers rich and honeyed in your lower belly.
You’ve missed him so much, the sensation similar to tiny blades slipping between your rib cage. Kakashi whispers sweet nothings to you as he strips you bare, pussy pulsing from the nasty words. The entirety of your focus becomes centered on his cock when he slides home, forgoing the foreplay in favor of having you wrapped around him.
Kakashi picks up a quick rhythm, hooking your knees over his elbows, bending you in half, and snaps his hips as if he’s chasing a sweet pleasure that remains an inch out of reach.
Fingers locking tight around his biceps, pleasure coils tight and hot in your pelvis, thighs twitching the closer you get. Kakashi lets out a telltale moan that pitches higher at the end, a surefire sign that he’s this close to cumming, and your eyes fly open. Your husband’s are squeezed shut, lips parted as he pants.
You smack his chest, startling his eyes open wide. “K-Kakashi! Don’t you fucking dare cum yet!” You warn, his cock jerking in response.
Kakashi shivers. “I —,” he cuts himself off with a cry, shoving himself in until his hip bones are digging into your ass, grinding hard as a new warmth blooms inside you. Your own high fades fast into the background.
You wiggle with enough force that he drops your legs. “Kakashi you jerk! I was so close!”
“I’m sorry! Two weeks is a long time!” He defends, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck, expression sheepish. Kakashi’s now soft cock slips free, and he scoots down onto his belly, face to face with your pussy. “I won’t leave you on the edge, I promise baby.”
The insult you were about to hurl at him disappears when his soft tongue drags up the seam of your pussy, lips parting under the gentle pressure. “Play with yourself,” he murmurs, kissing your clit once before placing his tongue where his cock had been, not the least bit bothered by the taste of his own release.
The relief of your fingers finding your clit is dizzying, rubbing tight, fast circles that arch your spine. Heat surges and resurfaces, the pleasure manipulated with ease by your fingers. As soon as that knot starts to release in your belly your fingers thread through Kakashi’s white hair, jerking his mouth to your clit. He follows your silent plea, lips sealing and tongue flicking to push you over the edge.
Heat prickles through your limbs, a soft cry of his name spilling past your lips. He only quits when you shove at his forehead, hips twitching away from his mouth. He dips his tongue in your pussy before pulling away, choosing to raise up and sit on his knees instead. His lips and chin are shiny.
“So….,” He begins, patting your inner thigh a few times in comfort once you’ve melted into the mattress.
You pry an eye open to peek at his cheeky smile. “You’re forgiven.”
⋆ cw ꒱ i mean… sex, definitely. fem! reader, boys not necessarily being aware they’re eating aphrodisiac chocolate — but the sex is entirely consensual! somno but not really, Neji wakes you up to fuck, a little praise.
⋆ master list
i wrote this for my bestie @kurokawaia c:
ᝰ itachi
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Itachi trusts you blindly. So much so, that when you give him an innocent smile and a piece of chocolate to try one afternoon, he doesn’t think twice. He lets it melt on his tongue, smiling sweetly with a soft hum. He says thank you like a gentleman and continues tending to his vegetable garden.
Itachi feels stranger by the minute. He pulls a few weeds, digs out some carrots. Brushes dirt off the last one, blinking at the strange way it’s formed. It’s got what appears to be two legs… and a perky ass. Your ass flashes through his mind, smacking and bouncing off his pelvis. His cock twitches more than once, arousal pooling thick like warm honey in his belly.
Itachi swallows, throat as dry as sandpaper.
Itachi stumbles through the door, shutting it with force as he darts to the kitchen sink in search of water. With shaky hands he chugs a glass, spinning to rest his back on the counters edge.
Itachi’s cheeks are flushed, strands of hair falling from his low bun and sticking to sweaty temples. He slams the empty glass on the counter and moves into the living room, gripping the hem of his t-shirt by the neck and yanking it off.
You pipe up to ask if he’s okay and he jumps a foot in the air. He hadn’t noticed you. Itachi eyes you, lids drooping as he nods. His cheeks go tomato red, dick hot and heavy along his inner thigh. Begging to be released.
Itachi pushes you onto the couch when you stand to meet him. You land with a gasp, bouncing on the cushion, watching Itachi’s remaining clothing vanish.
Itachi has no clue where this borderline pathetic desperation to fit his cock in your pussy is coming from. The heat becomes too much. He stands in front of you and moans through his teeth, stroking himself a few times, cumming with a broken whine all over your shocked expression.
He remains hard, dick twitching up towards his belly.
Itachi concludes he’ll pass away if you don’t ride him right. fucking. now. He pleads with a needy, “please, baby.” When you’re finally naked and his lap, he holds you close and licks your face clean. Eyes welling with tears of relief as you sink down on his cock.
Itachi fucks you and cries the entire time.
ᝰ neji
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji only likes to eat sweets late at night. It’s a bad habit, he knows. He doesn’t care.
He’s searching through the cabinets for something chocolatey, disappointed in his lack of findings when you appear in the kitchen. To his surprise, you offer him a sweet treat on an extended palm, explaining you’d bought it earlier in the day because it reminded you of him.
Something in Neji’s brain takes in your sheepish expression, the glint in your eye, and strikes it as odd. He really wants the candy, though, so he accepts it. It’s overly sweet. Perfect, if he were to rate it.
Neji later falls asleep with ease. Easier than normal. He dreams of your bare tits, soapy and wet in the shower. Dream Neji squeezes handfuls of both breasts and pinches your nipples, dipping down to suck one between his lips.
He wakes with a gasp, burning as if he’s sick with a fever. He’s sweaty and clammy, throwing the blanket off himself as he sits up. Neji winces at the damp and sticky feeling in his briefs. He may as well be a teenager again, cumming in his sleep like this. To the best of his ability, he cleans up. Sneaking around so he doesn’t wake you.
Neji settles in bed again, hair braided and deciding to sleep naked to cool off. Hopefully. His irritation rises as the itch under his skin worsens. He’s fully hard again, shivering each time the soft blanket brushes his sensitive cock. Sleep is the furthest thing from his mind, overwhelmed with the memory of how tight and warm you always are.
Guilt gnaws at him for disturbing your sleep as he coaxes you on your back. He slips between your legs and bends down to plant wet kisses along your neck, your jaw, your face. Until you wake up and ask what he’s doing.
“M’sorry baby, I don’t know what’s wrong. I need your pussy so bad. Please, can I have it?” Neji whispers in your ear, bunching your shirt above your tits.
Neji’s cock grows impossibly harder when you agree, murmuring filthy praise and that you’re “such a good girl.” He slides your panties to the side, cumming for the second time within thirty minutes as soon as his balls are snug to your ass. Neji clutches your thighs, pushing them towards your chest and out.
You’re wide awake and sore by the time he’s satisfied.
ᝰ sasuke
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Sasuke despises chocolate. He thinks it’s too sweet, that it always gets stuck in his teeth, and he much prefers something salty or savory. Tomatoes, for example. He loves you, though. Can’t handle the puppy dog eyes and pout if he were to decline. So he pops the candy in his mouth and swallows it.
Sasuke continues his day. He’s in a debrief from a recent mission when the room starts sweltering. A sharp curl of heat tugs in his belly. It slithers, creeping up his throat to stain his cheeks, and he glances around to see if he’s the single soul burning alive.
Everyone else seems bored out of their minds.
He coughs and fiddles with his shirt collar. Sweat beading and rolling down his temple, over his jaw, pooling in the dip of his collarbone. He’s royally pissed off that he’s so uncomfortable, and with sheer horror he realizes his pants are growing very tight.
Sasuke remembers last night, when he shoved your face in the sheets and fucked you into the mattress. The jiggle of your ass with each rough thrust. Your sweet cries of “harder, sasuke! please!”
Sasuke disappears from the meeting ten minutes in.
He finds you in the shower. Steam curls in the air as he rips the curtain aside. You yelp, in the middle of rinsing off and smack his arm with a scowl. The heavy desire in Sasuke’s eyes makes you freeze.
He’s naked then, climbing in the shower, cornering you, forcing you to face the wall.
Sasuke refuses to wait a second longer. He’s holding his cock, teasing you with the tip until goosebumps litter his arms as he splits you apart. When his pelvis touches your ass he whimper, toes curling so hard they ache.
Sasuke leans back when you brace your hands on the wall. He clutches your shoulder with his hand, nails digging in, and uses the leverage to pull you into each thrust.
The water is ice cold when you get out.
ᝰ kakashi
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Kakashi’s eyes light up when he sees the sweet candy you’re offering. He’d been having a rough day, the thought of your pretty smile the only thing getting him through. He devours it, teasing you and saying you taste “sweeter than chocolate,” on his tongue.
It kicks in about an hour later as he’s snuggled up on the couch with you. He starts to get hot. Boiling hot. He’s sandwiched between you and the couch, eyebrows pinching together as he tries to focus on whatever you’re watching.
His arm is wrapped around your waist, but his hand has a mind of its own. Kakashi needs to touch you. Long fingers tease your waistband, snapping it lightly. He dips below your panties and plays with soft curls. His dick throbs when you sigh, parting your legs.
“Baby,” Kakashi murmurs, lips tickling the side of your neck. He places two fingers on your clit and rubs soft circles. “Can’t help myself. Please tell me you want my cock. I wanna give it to you so bad.” Kakashi grinds against your ass.
“Just fuck me already,” you whine.
Kakashi grinds harder and his breath hitches. It shocks him how sensitive he is. He could cum like this, but he’d rather cum inside your pussy. He helps you undress your lower half, pushing the hem of his sweats underneath his balls. Moans and slaps the tip of cock against the warm skin of your ass.
“Lift your leg for me,” Kakashi begs, scooting further down, nose pressed to the nape of your neck. He keeps your thigh elevated and angles his hips, pushing forward. The head catches and then slips, bumping your clit.
Kakashi curses. He pushes in this time, rocking with steady thrusts until he’s slides smoothly all the way in and out each time. Heat churns in his belly, and he’s already twitching as he picks up the pace. He couldn’t hold on even if he wanted to. A handful of thrusts and he’s cumming, biting your shoulder blade with a moan.
Kakashi’s brain turns to mush when you force him on his back and ride him into the cushions.
Kakashi would be genuinely enthusiastic the first time you asked him to make it more rough. He adapts seamlessly to your desires, restraining his own instinct to take you how he wants it.
So much so that he found far too much pleasure in it to care for even a second about your nails digging into his back, dragging down toward his waist as your sweet, desperate voice begged him.
“Mhmm, Kakashi…”
He nestled his face into your neck, moving slowly, carefully inside you as your body tightened around his painfully hard dick.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“More, please…Ah!” He tested a harsher thrust that almost made your eyes roll back, your legs locking around him, pulling a groan from his lips.
“More, you say?” He cradled your head against his collarbone as he began driving into you so rough your lungs barely had time to catch a breath between each pound, tears streaking down your cheeks.
Yet, when you noticed after a little trail of blood from the mark you had left on him, Kakashi only lifted an eyebrow at your saddened expression.
“What happened?”
Too shy to voice it, you merely pointed with your eyes. He turned to glance at the mirror, and contrary to your fears, Kakashi’s dick grew hard again.
He chuckled as you hid under the pillow, only your timid, lovely eyes peeking out.
“Don’t worry about it. In fact, I wouldn’t mind if you did some more…”
He loomed over you, his smirk pronounced as he gently lowered the pillow concealing your beautiful body.
🍃 Itachi
Itachi is especially focused on how you feel, never overstepping or pushing your limits—perhaps only when he enjoys edging you until you’re crying from pleasure. But rough? He’d need to be absolutely certain before even considering it.
His breath faltered, whispering against your lips as you reached for more and more of him, desperate to feel him closer.
“Are you sure, [Name]?”
“Mhmm, please, my love—” Your sinful words caught him off guard, especially as your hand pressed against his back, urging him closer. “You never go too rough… But I—I need it, Itachi—”
He couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped as your plea left your mouth. Lifting his head to gaze at you one more time, his lips captured yours, while his hand pinned yours against the mattress as he began to move—slowly, yet with enough roughness to make you cry out his name. Occasionally, his voice broke through in whispers of reassurance: “My lover take me so well… Mhm… just like that.”
Afterward, as he began covering your body in reverent kisses, murmuring his gratitude in every touch, his head lowered further down, his back exposed to you. You gasped at the scratching marks you saw there.
He raised his head, waiting patiently for you to speak, knowing your talkative side during moments like this was only ever temporary.
“I-Itachi… your back.”
You hid your eyes behind your hands, but he leaned closer, nuzzling into your face and pressing a kiss to your cheek.
“It’s a price I gladly pay for you, [Name].”
🍃 Shikamaru
As you bounced up and down on him, Shikamaru’s mouth fell open only to spill praise over you as you do all the work.
“Feel…fuck—so good, babe.”
But your whines wouldn’t stop as you struggled to move faster, desperate to take him deeper. You buried your head into his neck.
“I-I want more…”
His dick twitched inside you at your timid words, his hands sliding over your hips as he pulled you down at the same time his own thrusts rose to meet you, driving even deeper.
“Yeah, want it rougher? Then take it rougher, babe—”
Without pulling out, he shifted you onto your back, his pace suddenly plunging so deep it stole every breath from your lungs. His teeth sank into his own lip so hard he swore blood might spill, just like the sting he felt on his back from your scratches. Yet he stayed silent, unwilling to break the moment when your cries of pleasure were so utterly raw.
When at last both of you finished, he collapsed onto his back on the bed, one eye closed, the other cracking open toward you.
“What did I do to deserve such punishment, huh?”
You turned your head away immediately, guilt flushing through you so strong you couldn’t meet his gaze. Shikamaru noticed at once, and with a sudden pull that made you yelp, he dragged you onto his chest, wrapping you in a loose embrace as he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
“Shh… it was worth it.”
🍃 Naruto
“I-I want to try it rougher.”
Usually, he was the one making you blush with his raw, unfiltered words. But right now? Naruto found himself stammering, his cheeks instantly flushed.
“Y-you want me—want me to go r-rougher?”
You nodded slowly, noticing how his pupils dilated at the thought of your body struggling to take him. It only took a moment before Naruto was all over you, carrying your body down with him onto the bed, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. He was already moaning into your sweet mouth, his tongue urgently seeking yours, swirling with hunger.
“Why didn’t you say so, hm?”
You chuckled softly, gazing into his feral eyes.
“I…I just did, Naruto.”
He shook his head dismissively before lowering his mouth over your body until his teeth found the loosened fabric of your bra, tugging it down.
Soon, it was almost a contest—who could moan louder—as his too-hard dick drove into you like his very life depended on it.
“Fuck, baby! You feel so good, so … good. The best—Mhm! I only ever want this — thrust —sweet —thrust —pussy for the rest of my life—”
His dramatic declarations were overwhelming, making your heartbeat race so fast it felt like you might faint. Combined with the force of his thrusts, it made your hands act on their own, dragging across his toned back, leaving scratches that made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open at the sensation.
The moment you realized what you had done, you began to stammer an apology, but he silenced you instantly, kissing you like a starving man as his thrusts grew desperate, teetering on the edge.
“Do it again, baby. Please—I need it!”
🍃 Sasuke
With Sasuke, it wouldn’t take long before you asked for it. You could feel him trying to be gentle, sweet, yet his rough grip betraying him sometimes when you called his name, an undeniable urge to claim you in every possible way. Mentally, he struggled as he moved inside you, barely holding back curses at how well you took him.
When you cupped his cheek, pleading with those sinful, adorable eyes for him to be rougher, it was as if a switch flipped inside him.
“Rougher, hm?”
He flipped you onto your belly, lifting your hips to bend more for him, groaning as he admired the view. He couldn’t resist leaning close, tasting you, teasing your pussy just a little. He parted your folds, licking a string from your needy hole to your swollen clit as your legs trembled.
“Sasuke…”
He raised his head, licking the evidence from his lips, taking himself in hand, mesmerized by how tightly you held him. Your grip was already too much, and he gripped your hips rougher.
“Stop that if you want more.”
You obeyed instantly, yet your body still trembled uncontrollably. When he began again, deeper, rougher, your voice could barely manage anything but his name. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, reaching that point where every thrust, hitting and pressing, pushed him closer to the edge—until he pulled out, flipping you onto your back again.
He needed to see your face as he came; it was mandatory, a look reserved only for him. The shake of his teeth against your neck compelled you to do the same, marking him with your nails along his back, drawing a hiss from him.
“Fuck, [Name]—What are you doing to…me?”
The question meant something else entirely, because in response to your touch, his thrusts became sloppy, almost careless, yet each one made him teeter on the brink, imagining both of you leaving marks on each other.
An impulse of possessiveness surged as he saw his bite on your neck, yet your eyes…were sad? As your fingers traced lightly across his back, he hesitated.
“What are you thinking about?”
You met his gaze shyly.
“Are you upset with me?”
Upset? More like obsessed. Yet, he didn’t say that out loud.
“No. It’s fine.”
Only the faint blush on his cheek betrayed a hint of the truth.
🍃 Obito
Obito can barely restrain himself each time he’s inside you—he’s utterly obsessed with your pussy. Especially eating her. He’d gladly stay between your thighs the whole day if only you allowed him. But being inside you? Ah, he could lose himself in you anytime you desired, always at your disposal.
“Mhm, my baby likes it? Tell me how much you like it, [Name].”
“Obito, deeper! I want you deeper—”
You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Obito began driving into you harder, moaning against your lips as your body stretched further around his dick.
“Yeah? You want me deep inside you? To feel me here?” He guided your hand above your waist, and your eyes widened when you realized just how deep he was, almost sending you over the edge with that feeling alone. Instead, your nails dug into his back hard enough to make him hiss, but he only thrust deeper.
“Fuck, baby—Yes, let it out on me. All of it.”
When you buried your face against his chest after both of you came undone in an explosive rush, Obito tried to coax your flustered expression to meet his gaze, but you only whispered shyly, ashamed.
“I’m so sorry, baby… I hurt you…”
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you over him as he rolled onto his back.
“I love it, [Name]. I love seeing you lose yourself for me like that.”
You blinked twice at his smiling face before resting your head against his chest, blushing.
“You’re insane…”
🍃 Neji
Between you and Neji, there was always an unspoken battle of silence—both of you too introverted by nature, making it hard not to say something when the quiet felt heavy. Yet the gentleness he carried each time he had you was so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but plead, staring at him as he hovered above you, moving in and out of you so slowly, so sweetly, his hand clasped with yours beside your head.
“N-Neji?”
He glanced down at your lips, then at your eyes, faltering in his movements as though afraid of doing something wrong. He only murmured a soft, “Hm?”
“C-can you do it… rougher?”
He froze inside you at that, eyes widening as he felt himself twitch, the urge to move nearly undoing him. He held back just enough, then did exactly as you asked—his pace quickening, driving deeper.
At some point, you were stunned by him, as though he was punishing your pussy, his mouth falling open, struggling to contain his sounds as the entire bed shook.
“[Name]!”
You barely stopped your nails from digging into his back, but the damage was already done.
Still, he wasn’t angry; he too felt himself losing control. When he pulled you into his arms at the end, his voice was anxious as he whispered.
“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?”
You looked at him, nearly on the verge of tears.
“No! It’s my fault, I’m sorry—you felt so good that I didn’t think—“
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”
He stroked your head as you rested it against his chest, your panic dissolving in the calm of his voice.
MDNI - 18+ノWARNINGS :: thelast!sasuke x fem!reader, rough sex, overstimulation, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, begging, possessive sasuke, dirty talk, praise and degradation, crying during sex, hair pulling, light choking, power dynamics, intense sexual content, creampie, implied aftercare . total wc :: 1.3k
DAY ELEVEN - EDGING ノm.list ノkinktober m.list
You should've known better than to think Sasuke would take it easy on you tonight. The way he looked at you earlier had you knowing exactly what was going to happen. His eyes gazing all over your body was a normal thing, but you just know when it means something else.
But now, with your back pressed hard against the futon in Sasuke's and your room that you've booked for tonight at an inn, your thighs are trembling as they are spread wide for him. His fingers are deep inside your dripping cunt, curling in just the right spot and time to make moans, and your body arches in response.
His thumb brushed against your clit in maddening circles that made your brain turn into utter mush. You knew he was teasing you, just testing you to see how much you were able to take for the night.
"Sasuke-" you gasp, your hand launching down to his wrist when your pussy was beginning to feel more and more sensitive. Your hips roll into his hand, wanting to inch closer to him. "Please, I'm so close- Don't stop, please-"
Your pleas only earned you a slow blink, his lips parting slightly before he gives a slow strip with his tongue agasint your clit. In response, you desperately clamp your thighs together, but Sasuke's elbow and shoulders make that completely impossible for you to do so.
The quick addition of his tongue had the coil inside you on the verge of snapping, just before you could reach your breaking point, Sasuke stopped. His fingers slowly leave your soaked cunt, leaving you to clench around nothing.
A broken whimper leaves your mouth at his actions. A faint smirk rose on Sasuke's lips as he watched you in such a desperate and needy state. "You're so pathetic," he mutters under his breath before leaving a trail of kisses from your knee up your inner thigh, slightly sucking.
"Sasuke," you said, breathlessly, and there was no kidding, you were annoyed. "Why did you do that?"
Instead of answering, he brought his slick fingers to your lips. "Open."
Your lips parted without thinking, and he slid them into your mouth. You moaned around them as you taste yourself on his fingers. Though it only made the slick in between your thighs worse, feeling his fingers press hard agasint your tongue, and so deep you felt you were almost about to gag.
When he finally pulled his fingers free, he crashed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, his tongue claiming you in a way that had your body arching into his. And then, without warning, he slid inside you in one slow, deliberate thrust.
The stretch forced a sharp gasp out of you, your body already so sensitive you thought you'd shatter. He filled you perfectly, every inch heavy and hot as he bottomed out.
You thought relief would come and thought he'd finally let go. But then his hand clamped down on your hip, keeping you still. His mouth hovered by your ear.
"Don't move," he said lowly while he proceeded to nibble hard on the shell of your ear, causing you to let out a pained whimper.
Your walls fluttered around him, squeezing, begging for friction, but he didn't move. He just stayed there, buried deep and throbbing inside you, the smallest shift of his body making you whimper. You tried to buck your hips desperately, but his grip tightened.
"I said don't," he repeats.
"Sasuke-" your plea was cut off as he gave a hard and sharp thrust before not moving once more.
"Be a good girl and listen," Sasuke repeats, gazing down at you with a sharingan eye before igniting a heavy and deep kiss with you.
Minutes passed, and your thighs were trembling as well as your sweat slicked your skin. Your body clenched and fluttered around him, aching for release, but he gave you nothing.
By the time he finally moved, your body was wrecked with need. He pulled out agonizingly slow, then slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.
You moaned loud, nails dragging down his back, legs locking around his waist. But just when the edge built up again, just when your vision started to blur, he stilled, AGAIN. Your sob cracked the air.
"Sasuke, please, I'm begging you, I need to-"
His lips brushed your jaw. "Not yet."
The pattern repeated. He fucked you in relentless, punishing thrusts until you were sobbing, begging, right on the edge before he stopped. Again. And again.
By the third time, tears streaked your face, your throat raw from begging. By the fifth, you were a trembling mess beneath him, reduced to sobs and gasps, your body shaking uncontrollably with the need he kept denying.
Your voice was hoarse when you finally broke. "Sasuke, I can't- I can't anymore, I need it, I'll do anything, please-"
That finally drew a reaction. His hand slid up, fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to look at him. His Sharingan burned red, spinning lazily as he took in your ruined face.
"Good," he murmured. "That's exactly how I want you. You're doing so good for me, pretty."
Then he slammed into you again, this time not stopping. His thrusts were deep, pressing agasint your cervix, his mouth covering your cries with a punishing kiss. The orgasm ripped through you violently, so strong it hurt, your scream muffled against his lips as your body convulsed beneath him.
But Sasuke didn't stop, even as you sobbed through your high, even as your body was trembling in overstimulation, he just kept going and going. When he finally spilled inside you, his release was heavy, filling you until it dripped down your thighs. His body slumped against yours, chest heaving, his lips brushing your temple.
"I told you, you can handle it," he rasps.
Your body was limp against the futon, chest heaving, tears streaking down your flushed cheeks. You thought, naively, that he'd be satisfied after the way he'd already destroyed you. But Sasuke wasn't done.
His arm wrapped around you as he pulled you upright, settling back against the futon with you straddling his lap. You whimpered, trembling as his cock, still hard, slid against your slick folds, dripping with both your cum.
"Sasuke- I can't, I can't anymore-"
His hand threaded into your hair, tugging your head back so your watery eyes met his.
"You can and you will, be good for me."
Before you could argue, he lifted you and sank you down onto him again. The stretch made you choke out a sob, your hands clutching his shoulders as he filled you to the brim. Your walls fluttered violently around him sensitively.
You tried to move, desperate for friction, for anything, but his hands gripped your hips hard, pinning you in place. He leaned close, his breath hot against your ear.
"Please- I'll do anything, I'll say anything- Sasuke, please, I need it, I need you-"
His hand gripped your jaw, tilting your face up to his. His eyes locked on yours before he said, "Then say it."
Your lips trembled. "What-?"
"How much do you need me?" he replies with a smirk.
You swallowed hard, tears streaking hot down your face. "So much," you whimpered. "I need you so much, Sasuke, please- please, I'll be good, I'll do anything, just-"
His smirk was faint, cruel satisfaction curling at his lips. "Again."
"I need you, please," you sobbed, louder this time, clenching desperately around him. "So badly, Sasuke, only you can do this to me-"
That was what he wanted.
His hands finally guided your hips, forcing you to ride him, grinding down onto him over and over until you were gasping and coming apart violently around him. The orgasm ripped through you so hard you moaned into his shoulder, your nails dragging down his back and your body convulsing in his lap.
He fucked you through it, thrusting up into you until his own release spilled hot inside you, mixing with yours, overflowing down your thighs. His mouth claimed yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing your sobs.
"There we go, such a good girl," he murmured agasint your hair, "Sorry if I hurt you too badly."
"Bath?" you ask after giving him a soft kiss, and he hums in agreement.
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SFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...still acts like your boyfriend half the time, tugging you by the wrist and muttering, “Oi, you’re my wife, not my roommate. Come here and sit with me, I missed you,” like you didn’t just come back from a ten-minute shower.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...tries to act nonchalant when you wear his clothes but always ends up with a faint blush and a grumble like, “You could at least let me wear the shirt first, woman,” while staring at you like you’re the only person alive.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets irrationally proud when someone calls you Mrs Kurosaki, even though he acts like the surname thing isn’t a big deal. You caught him once testing how it sounded out loud when he thought you were asleep— “Mrs Kurosaki... tch, sounds too posh for you. You’re more trouble than the name’s worth.” Then he kissed your forehead.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...hides behind sarcasm whenever he’s doing something sweet, like packing your lunch and tossing it to you with, “Try not to starve or cause international incidents today, yeah?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...absolutely pretends he’s not worried sick when you get injured, pacing around the room and biting the inside of his cheek, but the moment you stir, he snaps, “You’ve got some bloody nerve scaring me like that. Don’t do that again. Ever.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...still gets flustered every time you kiss him first, even years into the marriage. He’ll blink like an idiot and then mutter, “You’re not supposed to catch me off guard. That’s cheating.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always hogs the covers and acts like you’re committing war crimes when you try to take them back. “I’m cold, you’ve got your own body heat, share properly, don’t be greedy!”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...genuinely does laundry like a war general, sorting everything like it’s classified intel and lecturing you if you mess up the system. “Do not put whites with reds unless you’re trying to dye everything pink and make me wear it to work like some clown.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...insists he doesn’t like fancy restaurants but will still take you just to see you dress up—he’ll sit there with his hands in his pockets, muttering, “Damn, you look nice. Hurry up and eat before I change my mind and take you straight home.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...doesn’t get social cues sometimes and once tried to fight someone at a wedding because they said, “You really married up, huh?” and he didn’t realise it was a compliment. “What d’you mean by that? You saying she’s outta my league? ‘Cause she is, but you can fuck off anyway.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets incredibly soft when you’re sick—he’s all bark and no bite, tucking you in with furrowed brows and snapping, “Oi, don’t get up. You’re not dying on me, but I will tie you to the bed if you keep pushing yourself.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fake complains every time your cold feet touch him at night but still lets them stay tucked under his legs like a warm, grumbling furnace. “You could’ve warned me. Feels like sleeping with an ice demon.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets into petty arguments over who makes better tea and always ends up losing, then dramatically sips your cup and groans, “Fine. Yours is better. Happy now, Your Majesty?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always has a hand on you—your back, your wrist, your pinky hooked with his—especially in public, not because he’s possessive, but because you calm him down.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...doesn’t say I love you all the time, but when he does, it’s low, rough, and right into your neck, like a secret he doesn’t want the universe to overhear. “Oi... I love you, alright? So don’t do anything stupid without me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...leaves you little notes when he’s on long patrols—messy handwriting scribbled on the back of receipts or paper napkins, like “Eat properly or I’ll haunt your ass. Love, your favourite and only substitute shinigami.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t cook for shit but tries anyway, ruining your pans and setting off the smoke alarm with a defiant “It’s edible! Barely. Just scrape off the black bits.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…is absurdly competitive over board games and will absolutely flip the board if you beat him at Monopoly. “That’s it. I’m divorcing you. This is betrayal of the highest order.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps a photo of you both in his wallet like a total softie, even though the photo’s crumpled and faded because he takes it out too often.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets shy about compliments but melts when you tell him he looks good— “Shut up. You’re the one who’s always staring. I see you. Don’t act like I’m the only one obsessed.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...carries all the bags when you go shopping and complains loudly the whole time, “You buying the entire damn shop?”—but you know he’s just glad to spend the day with you.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always keeps one of your hairbands around his wrist, says it’s for when you forget yours, but really just likes having a part of you on him.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...absolutely loses his mind when you call him your husband in public. His ears go red and he starts coughing like he swallowed a swordfish.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts like a grump in the mornings but makes you tea before you even get out of bed. He says it’s to keep you quiet, but the smug look on his face says otherwise.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always tries to intimidate the blokes who flirt with you and ends up looking more like a flustered tomato than a threat. “What? I wasn’t glaring. My face just does that.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...listens to your rants about absolutely everything and always says, “You done? Okay. You want me to punch someone or make you tea?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts all tough until he sees you crying, then immediately turns into a frantic wreck. “What did I do? Who do I kill? No, wait, just—just come here.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...sneaks glances at you when you’re not looking like he still can’t believe he gets to call you his. He still kisses you like a teenager in love when you’re alone, pushing you gently against the wall with a murmured, “Come here, lemme remind you you’re mine.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...yells at you to put on a coat like a fussy granddad anytime it’s even mildly chilly. “You’ll catch a bloody cold and then complain all week. Not worth the drama, love.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…is allergic to expressing feelings like a normal person and ends up doing it with blunt, chaotic affection instead, like buying you snacks he says he definitely didn’t get just for you.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps quiet during arguments but later comes back with an apology in the form of back hugs and very awkward mumbling. “...Sorry. I was being an ass.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...always offers you the last bite of anything he’s eating, then acts surprised when you take it, like “I didn’t think you’d actually take it, greedy munchkin!”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pulls you into his side when you’re walking home at night, muttering like it’s no big deal, “Stay close. I don’t like you walking in the dark alone. Makes me nervous.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets jealous when your attention’s not on him, especially when you’re on your phone. “Who’s got you smiling like that, huh? Better be me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…will never admit he tried to learn how to knit because he overheard you say you’d like a scarf made by someone you love. It’s an ugly scarf. You wear it every winter.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...wakes you up on your birthday with a grumpy kiss and a muttered, “Happy birthday, pain in my ass. I made breakfast. Try not to cry from joy.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...never lets anyone disrespect you, even if it’s someone important. “She’s my wife. Talk to her like that again and I’ll rearrange your jaw, don’t care who you are.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...has no idea how to handle your mood swings and ends up just stuffing chocolate in your hands and hoping for the best.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...never forgets anniversaries, not because he’s sentimental, but because he sets reminders three months in advance, so he doesn’t screw up.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pretends he doesn’t like cuddling but ends up wrapped around you like a human blanket every night, snoring right into your ear like it’s payback for stealing the pillow.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...looks at you like you hung the moon whenever you laugh, even if he never says it aloud.
NSFW Headcanons
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...acts like he’s too gruff for sweet talk but says the filthiest things in bed with that low, rough voice right against your ear— “You like being fucked by your husband, huh? ‘Course you do. Look at this greedy pussy—she’s dripping.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...groans whenever you sit in his lap and grind, his hands already on your hips before you even start moving— “You start this, you’d better be ready to finish it. I’m not lettin’ you off with one.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...wakes you up with morning head, face buried between your thighs, messy hair tickling your inner thighs as he mutters against your cunt, “Mornin’, love. Figured I’d have breakfast before you started running your mouth.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you tug his hair and moan his name, hips snapping harder as he growls, “Say it again. Louder. Wanna hear you scream it so the whole bloody street knows who’s makin’ you cum.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...bites at your shoulder while he’s fucking you from behind, voice ragged with restraint, “Can’t believe this ass is mine. Fuckin’ obsessed with it. D’you know what you do to me?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fingers you while you’re both in public—at a boring dinner, behind a closed door, at a family gathering—completely composed except for that smug little smirk when you squeeze his arm to stop, “If you didn’t want attention, you shouldn’t’ve worn this little number, love.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you hard after patrols, sweat still clinging to his chest, pinning your wrists down and panting into your mouth, “Been thinking about this all night—fuck, missed this pussy.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you’re on top but refuses to let you keep control for long—hands clamping down on your waist as he starts thrusting up hard, “You thought you were in charge? That’s cute.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets turned on the moment you so much as sit on his face, eyes hazy and pupils blown wide, licking you slow just to hear you beg— “You’re not getting up ‘til you cum, love. Might keep you here all bloody day.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves eating your ass and your cunt together, spreading you open with both thumbs as he dives in, groaning, “Filthy little wife. Look at this hole twitching. She missed my tongue, didn’t she?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...slaps your pussy lightly when you’re being a tease, the sound wet and obscene as he growls, “You gonna keep misbehaving, or am I gonna have to fuck the attitude outta you again?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you wear nothing but his shirt—especially if he finds you lounging like that in the kitchen—he’ll grab your thighs and lift you onto the counter with a smirk, “Hope you weren’t planning on finishing breakfast, ‘cause I’ve got other ideas.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets possessive when you’re out together and spends the whole ride home with his hand down your undies in the car, murmuring, “Mine. All fucking mine. Say it while my fingers are inside you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...keeps you on his cock for ages, refusing to let you pull away, whispering, “Nah, stay just like that. Wanna feel you clenching while you talk. Go on. Keep actin’ like you’re not coming again.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you into the mattress when he’s jealous—not angry, just needy—holding your ankles wide open and watching his cock slide in deep, “No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to wreck you.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves when you ride him in reverse cowgirl, palms spreading your ass cheeks as he watches himself disappear inside you, panting, “This is my favourite view. Don’t you dare stop.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...pushes your face into the pillow and pounds you so deep you see stars, one hand tangled in your hair as he grits out, “So fuckin’ tight...still sucking me in like you’re starved.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves breeding you, especially after seeing you play with children—whispers filth about knocking you up even when he knows you’re not fertile, “This cunt’s made to take it. Gonna fill you ‘til you’re round and stuffed.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...holds your legs up by your shoulders while he fucks you slow and deep, his eyes locked on your face as he mutters, “There she is. My good girl. You take me so fuckin’ well.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...makes you cum on his fingers before every proper fuck, licking his fingers after like it’s dessert, “You taste better than anything I’ve ever had, love. Never gonna get tired of this.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...marks you with his teeth during sex—your neck, your thighs, your tits—all of them with bruises shaped like his mouth, muttering, “No one else touches you. They see these, they’ll know.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t resist your cunt when you’re half-asleep, crawling down between your legs and spreading you with careful fingers, whispering, “Just a quick one, promise. Wanna feel you fall apart on my tongue.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who….let you use his face like a toy if you ask nicely, holding your hips steady while you ride his mouth, his voice muffled, “That’s it, baby. Use me. Cum for me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...loves filming or taking a picture when you’re falling apart on his cock—his phone shaky in one hand while he pounds you from behind, “You look so good like this, love. Gonna watch this later.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...fucks you in front of the mirror sometimes, chin on your shoulder, voice husky as he whispers, “Look at yourself. Look how pretty you are, stuffed full of my cock. That’s all you, baby.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t stop himself from cumming inside you every time—condoms be damned—he just loves the way you twitch and whimper when he fills you up, “There. Take it. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...gets addicted to the taste of your pussy before a workout and kneeling down with a grin, “Favourite little protein shake.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...has a favourite spot in your house just for bending you over—the kitchen table, the sofa arm, the hallway console—and he always says, “Get up there. Wanna ruin your cunt somewhere new today.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...praises you like filth, cupping your face as he fucks you stupid, “That’s it, good girl. So full of cock you can’t think. My perfect fuckin’ wife.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...can’t keep his hands to himself when you wear dresses—pulls you into corners, lifts the hem, fucks you standing while covering your mouth, “Shh, don’t want anyone hearing, do we? Be good for me.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...holds you still when he eats you out, no teasing, no escape, just relentless tongue and growls of, “You’re not going anywhere. Gonna make you cum till you forget your own name.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...tugs your hair and growls when you deepthroat him, hips jerking as he warns, “Fuck—don’t stop. That’s it. Gonna cum down your throat if you keep looking at me like that.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who...makes you cum with just his voice sometimes—phone calls when he’s away, whispering what he’s going to do when he gets back, “Miss my cock, baby? D’you want me to make a mess of you the second I get home?”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…always finishes inside, presses your legs up and watches his cum drip out, pushing it back in with two fingers and a low, smug, “Not wasting a drop. Stay like this. Let it settle.”
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…mutters your name like a prayer when he cums—fingers digging into your skin, forehead pressed to yours, voice cracking on the last thrust.
˚₊‧꒰ა Husband!Ichigo who…always kisses you after, arms tight around your waist as he grumbles, “Hey, don’t fall asleep yet. Still gotta hold you, don’t I?”
⤷ meanie ichigo overstimulating you with a vibrator
ichigo has you exactly right where he wants you. you’re sprawled back on the bed, legs spread and trembling, the low hum of the vibrator pressed against your swollen clit.
he’s shirtless and his sweats are shoved low on his hips, that thick bulge obvious because he’s been hard since the second this started.
you squirm, hips twitching away from the intense buzzing, but his free hand snaps to your thigh and pins you open. “uh-uh. stay still.” his voice is low, almost bored with how obvious your reaction is. “don’t run baby, thought you were tougher than that.”
he clicks the vibrator up another notch and you gasp, back arching. ichigo chuckles, “there it is. fuck, look at you… making such a mess on the sheets.”
he leans in, lips brushing your ear while he grinds the toy in slow, cruel circles right over your clit. “you can take it, baby. you’re already doing so well.” he murmurs, leaving a kiss on your temple.
“i-ichi…” you whine his name and he just grins, that mean little smirk that makes your stomach flip. “there’s my pretty baby, so loud already.” his free hand slides up to tweak one nipple, twisting just enough to sting before soothing it with his thumb.
he presses the vibrator against you more firmly and you cum hard, thighs clamping around his wrist as pleasure crashes through you. ichigo doesn’t pull away. he keeps it there, buzzing through your orgasm until you’re whimpering and trying to twist away.
“you can take oneee more, i know you want this.” his tone is mocking and sweet at the same time. “c’mon, give me another.” you start shaking from overstimulation, tears pricking your eyes, he just coos at you like you’re being dramatic.
“shhh, i know it’s a lot. poor thing. but you’re doing so well for me.” he finally eases the pressure for a second, just long enough for you to suck in a breath, then presses it right back on your clit. “one more then i’ll fuck you properly.”
he’s rock hard, leaking through his sweats, clearly loving every second of tormenting you, he loves being in full control. every time you moan or sob his name he rewards you with more praise. “that’s it, look how pretty you are when you’re desperate.”
he finally tosses the vibrator aside. you’re wrecked, soaked, and overstimulated. ichigo strips the rest of his clothes off and lines his thick cock up. he sinks in slow, groaning at how tight you are.
he fucks you deep and steady, leaning down to kiss you messy while he keeps talking. “see? you’re squeezing me so good.” his thrusts get harder, chasing his own release while he rubs your clit with his thumb. “one more time for me. be good and cum on my cock, baby.”
he doesn’t stop until you’re sobbing through another orgasm, then his follows, burying himself deep and filling you up with a low groan of your name.
afterwards, he pulls you against his chest and strokes your hair, “fuck, i love you. you did so good. my perfect girl.”
Havent been on here in a wild. Ugh..I miss him sm, just spending time with him as bf and gf :( I know we're growing closer to each other again but it sucks smmmm, I miss my babyyyy, I wanna spend time togetherrrrrrr but I think I'm being too pushy and I don't want that at all so..i'll suffer for a while. :( ilysm baby
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