An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Naruto
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con
Characters: Umino Iruka, Hoshigaki Kisame, multiple characters; this a series not a story with chapters!
Additional Tags: Lemon, Smut, Shameless Smut, Lime, Romance, Fluff, Rape/Non-con Elements
Series: Part 1 of Somebody To Love - Naruto Edition
Summary:
... Can anybody find the underrated Naruto bishounen somebody to fuck - we mean, love!?
A collection of lemons staring various characters.
This is a series, not a story with chapters! I have about 7 works in this series.
Warnings: Mindless smut, non-con, and probably a tentacle or two.
For Ebisu from Naruto aka the closet pervert. He’s very underrated so I hope this isn’t too difficult. <33 thank you :)
I will definitely do my best to write Ebisu for you! I've never written for him before but I hope I did him justice! ❤️
b ➜ body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
don’t come after me but I think Ebisu loves his s/o’s collarbone??
like it’s so delicate and IDK something about it just gets him all flustered
I think Ebisu really likes his arms, and they’re something he’s proud of that he’s worked on for awhile
highkey shows them off for you in multiple ways, including holding you up against the wall while he fucks you stupid
f ➜ favorite position
you on top of him, riding him, anything, just as long as he gets to sit back and enjoy you
he’s by no means a lazy guy and will happily spend hours and hours working to get you screaming
but something about seeing you get off while he’s just admiring you... WHEW he loses it
plus he has that shit-eating grin the entire time too 🙄
i ➜ intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
even though Ebisu might seem uptight and by the books most of the time (and you might get the idea that he isn’t a very intimate person), he definitely is with his s/o!
sometimes you have to smack him to make him keep moving during sex because he’ll just get lost in how gorgeous you look
lots and lots of “I love you’s” and other romantic words are said during sex
and he means every one of them ❤️
k ➜ kink
im gonna say it: Ebisu has a daddy kink
but if you’re opposed to calling him daddy, he’ll gladly just be your dom instead minus the pet name
he also loves his dirty talk, and if you’re up for it, he might admit to you his degradation kink as well
this goes both ways! he likes to give it just as much as he enjoys receiving (call him a pervert and he’ll cum fast)
m ➜ motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
with Ebisu, all it takes is a little old-fashioned teasing in public to get him wrapped around your finger
that and he’s got a thing for morning sex, and he thinks you look stunning when you’ve just woken up
so be prepared to get in a little morning cardio before you head to work with Ebisu
oh, and seeing you all marked up by him just beneath your clothing as you head out to face your coworkers gets him hot and bothered
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Here we are, the second request is done ^^ It’s shorter than my usual stuff, but I didn’t want to stray to far off from this one, considering it was a personal request. So, I took some liberty to rearrange it a tiny bit, but not too much so hopefully the lovely Anon will like it. :)
Okay this is a personal request but could you please write the female reader is leaning in to kiss Ebisu and just takes his glasses and whips them in the opposite direction and straight up leaves.
Ebisu didn’t know when had been the last time he had sweaty palms. He had to wipe them off constantly, sneakily and as careful as possible, to not let his date know how nervous he was. After all, he was a jonin and jonin were never nervous! They were cool and courageous, never even trembling in the face of a challenge.
And still… It was embarrassing. Embarrassing to know he could be nervous to this amount, just because he was on a date. A simple, mere date. Nothing else. Granted, with a beautiful example of the female part of Konoha’s dating pool, what would also be a reason for his sudden development of sweaty hands and the constant fiddling with his round sunglasses, but Ebisu hoped she didn’t notice.
Throughout the whole evening. Which started a few hours ago.
Right now, they were on their way back to your flat and Ebisu offered to accompany you. Walking side by side, he trying not to awkwardly reach out and take your hand, while you merrily were on your way.
The date went well, at least, that was what Ebisu thought. A dinner in a restaurant, small talk and even a dessert! He made it this far without his date running away, that must mean something, right? To top it off, not even a nosebleed ruined the evening, even though he had to keep himself from fawning over your whole figure and the way a slight breeze would ruffle through your hair. It was hard, maintaining the image of an honorable jonin, all the while his eyes would drift towards more… interesting areas.
“Alright.” Abruptly, you stopped in front of an apartment block. Ebisu nearly missed a step, while his heart jumped into his throat. “That’s it. My stop.”
“Already? I mean-! Yes, alright. Great.” He hated how his voice sounded, so insecure and so untypical for a jonin. He was part of the elite and still, a simple date turned him into a stuttering and nervous idiot!
With the help of his sunglasses, Ebisu tried to play his behavior off. Automatically, his right hand rose to push the glasses upwards again, while you stood just in front of him, unimpressed and unmovable, arms crossed over your chest and face unreadable.
Silence laid over the two of them, until you huffed lowly. “Well… I guess I will see you.”
“You… will?”
A snort drifted through the air. “Yes. The date was… was actually nice. I think I can bear another one.”
Only when Ebisu spotted the mischief in your eyes, he knew you were joking. A breath released itself in the form of a low sigh, before he straightened his back and tried to conjure the image of a confident, great ninja of the Hidden Leaf Village. “Great. I mean, of course, it was to be expected. I can only recuperate the feeling of a repetition of our meeting. When and where do you want to meet, so that we can deepen our connection hopefully further?”
You shrugged, which deflated Ebisu’s hopes a little bit. “Don’t know yet,” you said and stepped closer, right into his personal space, “But just let me ask you…”
You leaned in. Ebisu froze on the spot, thoughts whirling around and too confused to properly fathom what was happening. Wait, you leaned in? Eyes closed, lips a tiny bit pursed? Did the date really go that well? His heart pounded in his chest, his throat dry, and Ebisu’s glasses seemed to be dangerously close to falling off his nose once more.
He had to react. Had to do something. The whole world seemed to freeze up, only moving as slow as a snail would. With wide eyes and a pounding heart, the man watched how you leaned even further in, eyelids fluttering and still looking so damn fine…
Okay, he could totally do this. Before the courage could leave him again, the man closed his eyes too and leaned forward. Centimeter for centimeter, he expected to meet your lips, feel them sliding against his in a sensual caress, expected to hear your delighted moans and sighs, before parting and seeing the lovely shade of red on your face.
Suddenly, the darkness of his closed eyes lightened. At the same time, he could feel the sharp sting of metal biting into his right ear, just as well as the swish of air. Confused, Ebisu opened his eyes, one hand already reaching up to lay protectively over the slightly painful area around his ear.
His sunglasses. In your hands. You stole them from him when he had been defenseless.
Your nimble fingers handled the glass carefully, turning the dark lenses around and inspecting the insides, before smiling almost devilishly at him. “You constantly have your hands on your glasses, so I asked myself if you’re hiding something.”
“I have no reason to hide anything.” Ebisu answered.
“Good.” Suddenly, you whipped them away, watching them shatter on the ground. “Then you have nothing to hide behind anymore.” And without another word or gesture, you left. Just opened the door to your apartment complex, stepped inside and closed the entrance, leaving the jonin without his beloved sunglasses behind.
He could only stand and stare at the destroyed sunglasses. A strange mixture of anger and unwilling fascination mingled inside his brain. It was a hard and bitter battle, but in the end, the fascination won by a thread. The whole situation had changed, from the hopeful ending of a date with slight romantic hues underlying everything, to a quite interesting, infuriating, incredible night. Before, he had liked you. But now, he found you fascinating.
“Maybe,” Ebisu kneeled down and gathered carefully the shards in one hand, “Maybe, she’s right.”
Maybe it was time to forego the sunglasses from time to time. He had nothing to hide, after all.
