A/n: I had to write that scenario out, I'll write out more of them together but I needed to do this.
Konoha had made one catastrophic mistake was that they let you stay longer than two weeks.
At first the village thought you were harmless.
A slightly spoiled foreign princess who cried during winter, wore silk in inappropriate temperatures, and followed Iruka around like an affectionate tropical bird.
Then you discovered the neglected children and suddenly the village had a problem...a very spoiled and rich problem.
It started with Naruto because of course it would start with one of the loneliest kids.
Iruka should have known something terrible was brewing the moment he walked into Ichiraku and found you glaring at an elderly civilian hard enough to qualify as attempted murder.
Naruto sat beside you happily eating ramen completely oblivious.
“What happened?” Iruka asked cautiously.
You pointed dramatically. “That man called Naruto a demon.”
The civilian paled immediately.
Iruka sighed.
Naruto slurped noodles loudly. “I told her it happens all the time.”
You slowly turned toward Naruto with the expression of someone hearing the worst sentence imaginable. “…What.”
Naruto blinked.
Iruka immediately decided silence was the safest option.
You looked back toward the civilian, towards Naruto then back toward the civilian. "What?!"
The old man visibly sweated.
“You are a child,” you finally said softly to Naruto turning to him again.
Naruto shrugged with practiced carelessness that made something in Iruka’s chest ache.
"You will apologize." Your voice was low, then your wolves appeared. The man did of course, in stutters then soon he was running away in a puff of dust.
And that was it.
That was the exact moment you apparently decided Naruto Uzumaki belonged to you now.
The next morning Naruto was seen being dragged through the market wrapped in expensive furs while you loudly complained he was “too skinny.”
By the end of the week:
Naruto had new clothes, proper meals, an actual bedtime and had somehow acquired two enormous wolves that followed you everywhere and now guarded him like royal protectors.
And worst of all?
Naruto started calling your estate “home.”
Konoha never recovered.
Iruka rubbed his face tiredly as Kakashi casually appeared beside him atop a rooftop overlooking the chaos below.
“Your princess has acquired another one.”
Iruka looked down.
You were currently holding Sasuke Uchiha by the wrist while the poor boy stared at you with visible confusion.
“He needs emotional support,” you declared.
“I do not.”
“You live alone and look haunted.”
Sasuke looked offended.
“You glare like a widow.”
“…What does that even mean?”
Your massive white wolf leaned down and shoved its gigantic head directly into Sasuke’s side.
To everyone’s horror…Sasuke had actually pet it.
Kakashi snorted beside Iruka. “Oh that one’s definitely hers now.”
“It’s spreading,” Iruka muttered.
Because it was.
Sakura had cried one time after Ino insulted her forehead and suddenly you appeared behind her like an avenging spirit.
“That pink-haired child is mine now.” You pulled the girl to your chest.
Sakura cried harder.
Hinata stuttered nervously during a diplomatic dinner and you immediately wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
“This one is anxious. I’m taking her.”
Hiashi Hyuga nearly choked to death.
Neji looked deeply disturbed when you also claimed him fifteen minutes later.
“You glare like Sasuke,” you explained.
“That is not a valid reason.”
“It is to me...."
Gaara was somehow worse.
Nobody even knew how you managed it.
One diplomatic visit to Suna later and suddenly Gaara sat silently beside you while you brushed sand from his hair with heartbreaking gentleness.
Kankuro and Temari watched in absolute disbelief.
“…Did she just domesticate Gaara?” Kankuro whispered.
Gaara, who trusted approximately nobody, quietly held one of your wolves like an emotional support animal.
Temari stared blankly into the distance. “Oh my god.”
Back in Konoha the situation only escalated.
Because now the children followed you everywhere.
Naruto kicked open doors screaming “MOM LOOK.”
Sakura brought you flowers.
Hinata clung shyly to your sleeves.
Neji pretended he did not care while standing suspiciously close to you at all times.
Sasuke lurked nearby like an emotionally constipated cat.
Gaara only tolerated physical contact from you and your wolves.
The village elders were horrified. “You cannot simply collect children!” Homura snapped.
You gasped in offense. “I am not collecting them.”
There was a pause.
Then Naruto raised his hand proudly. “She kinda is.”
You ignored him. "These children require affection.”
“They have families!”
You pointed dramatically at Sasuke. "That one doesn’t.”
Sasuke looked almost touched despite himself.
Homura sputtered. “The Hyuga heirs certainly do!”
Hinata immediately clung tighter to your arm.
Hiashi sat nearby looking one inconvenience away from death.
Neji muttered, “I live here now.”
“You absolutely do not,” Hiashi hissed.
Your second wolf growled lowly.
Hiashi chose silence....wise choice.
"I will not stand by to let children be emotionally neglected and abused...if you wish to intervene..do take it up with my father!"
Tsunade sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose, the woman rather not wanting to deal with a diplomatic incident or go to war. "I need a drink."
Kakashi wandered up beside Iruka again watching the chaos unfold with open amusement. "Aren’t you going to stop her?”
Iruka stared at the two gigantic wolves currently sprawled around your “adopted” children like furry bodyguards from hell.
One lifted its massive head slowly, its yellow eyes locked onto him.
Iruka immediately looked away. “…I’d rather not get my throat torn out.”
“Reasonable.”
Below them Naruto was loudly arguing that he should be the favorite child.
“You are all my favorites,” you declared.
Sasuke crossed his arms. “Obviously I’m the favorite.”
“Excuse me?!” Sakura snapped.
Gaara silently sat beside you already knowing he’d won.
And somehow despite the screaming, the chaos, the wolves, and the diplomatic incidents waiting to happen, Iruka realized something.
They looked happy.
Safe.
Wanted and Loved.
Naruto’s laugh echoed through the street.
Hinata smiled without fear.
Even Sasuke looked less alone.
Iruka sighed tiredly as Kakashi patted his shoulder.
It's 2 AM and your phone is blowing up with absolute nonsense.
Warnings: None. Pure crack, just for funsies! | Naruto, Kakashi, Iruka, Tsunade, Hashirama, Itachi, Sasuke, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shino, Kiba, and Orochimaru
a/n: OMG 2 new AUs in less than 24h? That's a new record. PLEASE let me know if you guys like SMAUS because I have so many more intrusive thoughts to share. I loved making them! I got all these ideas from Pinterest, tho! Enjoy. Comments & reblogs are more than welcome <3 (I freaking LOVED the Shino one HJSAJJKADSAKJ)
Hashirama
Naruto
Shikamaru
Kakashi
(a/n: I apologize for the weird emoji)
Iruka
Orochimaru
Itachi
Tsunade
Jiraiya
Kiba
Shino
Sasuke
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Pairing: Iruka Umino x 19+f!reader
Synopsis: Naruto’s been busy lately; between attempting to create his own jutsu and aiding in various missions with Team 7, he hasn’t had the opportunity to see his childhood sensei, Iruka. He spends one hot afternoon searching Konoha high and low, nearly ready to give up until he happens across a couple secluded in private in the back fields. Naruto concedes he can take a short break, if it means he could indulge in one of his favourite pastimes — sneaking a peek.
WC: suggestive themes; kissing, Iruka gets handsy (!!), Naruto & Konohamaru are c*ckblocks.
Word Count: 3.8k
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Naruto had nearly given up on his endeavour. The back hills behind the Academy was likely the last place he would find Iruka, but given that it was the only place he had yet to search, the teen made his way through the shrub and trees anyway. The sun was stationed high in the sky, beaming heavy and hot rays down onto the village with little remorse; the sweet treat the ninja had afforded himself during the afternoon had quickly begun to melt, leaving a sticky residue between his fingertips. .
So much for having it last, he thought dryly as he chomped down into the popsicle.
The shade provided by the canopy above him was greatly appreciated as Naruto slowed his pace to a leisurely stroll. With his arms resting behind his head, he gazed up into the canopy of the trees and admired the periodic break in the leaves, littering the shade with filters of light that resembled stars in the night sky. He welcomed the gentle breeze that attempted to stave off the humidity clinging to the air. But after fifteen minutes of ambling through the forest, Naruto groaned out in frustration.
“Ugh, where is he?!” He wondered out loud, rearing his head to the east, then the west, before he took off towards the waterfall. He’s gotta be around here somewhere.
In the midst of rushing through the branches, Naruto nearly missed the distinct sound of a giggle. The blond stopped dead in his tracks, ceasing all movement with a deep inhale into his chest as he listened closely to the direction the sound came from.
The young shinobi couldn’t believe the sight before him. It was a woman — rather, a couple, but from where he was perched he could only distinguish the features of the girl. She was seated on the man's lap, straddling his hips with her arms draped lazily over his shoulders. Hair fell loosely to frame her soft features, her cheeks painted a delicious shade of red as a giggle slipped past her lips again, mouth upturned into a smile filled with an emotion Naruto could only describe as utter contentedness.
The man, for the most part, remained entirely hidden. His hands came around her thighs, concealed by her skirt while his face was shoved deep into the crook of her neck. It took ten seconds too long for Naruto to recognize he caught the couple engaging in a private moment of intimacy, and two seconds more to realize that the man's hands were busy at work underneath the pleated skirt, much like his lips were busy with her neck.
Well, I suppose I could take just a short break .. the teen thought to himself, attempting to subdue his own giggles as he jumped to a higher branch to gain a better visual.
“I-Iruka –”
The tips of Naruto’s ears began to burn with heat instantly; there was no chance …
The man pulled away for a brief moment, lips disconnecting from the quickly reddening portion of her collarbone with a loud ‘pop’.
“Yes, sweetheart?” Iruka responded breathlessly with a dazed expression. There was no mistaking him now. How could Naruto not have recognized the familiar tell-tale sunkissed skin sooner?
The blond gripped tightly onto the tree branch, rough bark itching into the sweaty flesh of his palms while a sizable lump caught in his throat as the perspiration at the base of his neck began to trickle down his back. In all the times he roamed these back fields aimlessly, not once had Naruto come across a couple engaged in such an intimate moment. Though, looking at the small clearing next to the mountainside, he decided that this was likely the best place to hide from prying eyes —
Prying eyes such as his own.
Naruto suddenly felt as though he were intruding. Deciding to return to the village for some lunch, he began to shift his weight backwards so that he could begin his descent down to the ground once more; much to his dismay, his right foot lost balance and left the ninja with no time to concentrate his chakra to his feet to hold him in place.
The sudden noise caught you off guard. From somewhere just ahead of where you faced, a loud cry could be heard followed by the thrashing of the leaves from the bushes. You quickly peeled yourself off of Iruka’s lap, his hands moving to fix your skirt back down over your thighs before the pair of you turned to face where the sound came from — like a couple of school kids caught doing something they ought not to be doing.
“Who’s there?” The reverberation from Iruka’s tone was one that sent a shock straight through your core. It was so rare that you had the privilege of seeing him embrace this side of himself — not that you minded. It was his innate compassion and gentle nature that drew you to him to begin with. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find this part of him attractive, all the same.
Slowly, a figure emerged from the shrubs; an arm was raised and appeared to be reaching towards his back. A sword? you wondered, glancing nervously towards Iruka. Neither of you came prepared, thinking the back field was the last place anyone in the village would think to find you.
“Uh, sorry guys,” a voice drawled from the shadows, “I didn’t mean to, uh, interrupt or anything.”
As Naruto finally came into view, you watched as he pulled stray leaves from his hair; all tension in your body dissipated and you sank down to the grass, letting out a sigh of relief. What the hell was he doing out here?!
“Naruto,” Iruka seemed surprised, a smile quickly replacing his previously stoic expression, “what are you doing?”
“Well, I was actually looking for you, Iruka-sensei. It’s been a while since I last saw you and wanted to see what you’ve been … up to.” The look on the teenager's face could only be described as guilty. A look you knew well enough, many thanks to Konohamaru.
Realization illuminated Iruka’s features, his smile slowly beginning to melt into a frown of disappointment. “Naruto Uzumaki,” he began, his voice regaining its prior grit, “you weren’t out here peeping on us, were you?”
“N-no, Iruka-sensei, it’s not like that at all!” The blond defended quickly, hands raised in front of him, though by the look on his face you would tell he was lying. “I swear, I was just looking for you and I — I didn’t even know there was an ‘us’!”
The answer did not appear to satiate Iruka’s anger; he stalked towards Naruto, voice deep and harsh as he began a thorough chastising of the teen who unfortunately ruined the first afternoon alone the two of you had been able to enjoy in weeks.
After watching Iruka all but rip Naruto’s dignity into shreds, you decided to spare the teen by interjecting and suggesting something to eat. At the mention of ramen, Naruto’s attention was easily diverted. And forty minutes later, the incident that took place in the field was no longer up for discussion.
The scent of broth and soy lingered heavy in the twilight air outside Ichiraku Ramen. Lanterns swung lazily in the early evening breeze, casting a soft, amber glow across the humble stand. Inside, three figures sat at the counter, their bowls steaming in the dwindling light.
Naruto Uzumaki leaned forward, chopsticks suspended mid-air, his wide blue eyes flicking between the familiar face of his old teacher and the woman seated across from him.
“You’re who again?” he asked, voice half-muffled with noodles.
You arched a single brow, calm and composed. “Daughter of Hiruzen Sarutobi.”
Naruto blinked. Then again. He made a choking sound and slapped his chest twice before swallowing hard.
“The Third Hokage?! Seriously? Iruka-sensei, you’re dating her?”
Iruka’s face went crimson. “Keep your voice down, Naruto,” he muttered, glancing around reflexively. “This isn’t exactly public knowledge.”
You offered a faint smile, a rare crack in your otherwise statuesque demeanor. You didn’t dress like a shinobi, but there was a presence to you—a quiet gravity that made the air shift around you. Your hair was drawn into a loose braid, strands catching the lantern light like silk thread. There was something in your expression too—part watchful, part amused.
“No offense,” Naruto said, leaning in with a grin, “but, Iruka-sensei? Really? You’re kind of punching above your weight.”
“Naruto!” Iruka coughed, eyes wide with indignation.
You laughed—soft and low and startlingly warm. “None taken,” you said. “I’ve told him the same.”
Naruto grinned, scratching the back of his head. “Man, this is wild. I just never pictured Iruka-sensei having a … you know, girlfriend. Or—wait. Is it still ‘girlfriend’ when she’s, like … ninja royalty?”
You tilted your head. “You’re bold,” you said, not unkindly. “You remind me of my father.”
That earned a pause from Naruto. He seemed to consider that for a moment, then straightened slightly. “That’s kinda awesome,” he admitted. “I always liked the old man. He believed in me, back when nobody else did.”
Your gaze softened, hand curling around your teacup. “He believed in the ones who carried fire in their chests,” you mused. “The ones who never gave up.”
You braced a hand on Iruka’s thigh, a causality of the way he stiffened whenever someone happened to bring up your father in conversation. He knew that it always pained you to speak of him, in any regard. As a dutiful boyfriend, he wanted to protect you from that pain as much as he could help it. Detouring these conversations had become a common occurrence for him, but this evening, you decided you would save him the trouble.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make things awkward.” Nartuo’s cheeks were reddened for what would be the fifth time since stumbling across his former sensei and his new girlfriend. The teen could only assume that’s what you were to Iruka – he hadn’t known the man to be so casual and nonchalant when spending time with a woman before.
Speaking of men Naruto hadn’t frequently seen entertaining women —
“So, when did this happen, uh … I mean, have the two of you been —” Why couldn’t he just say it outloud? His face felt so hot, Naruto was sure he would begin sweating through his jacket soon.
A sudden chortle came from next to you, Iruka’s laughter finally pulling you from your train of thought. “Naruto, it’s not polite to pry, you know.”
The look that crossed the genin’s face was humorous. You squeezed Iruka’s thigh once more and returned your attention back to the blond. “You know about as much as anyone else knows. We try to be discreet,” emphasis on the try, “but there’s only so much that one can get away with in this village.”
Especially when you had Konohamaru running around.
“Big brother Naruto!”
Oh, come on! You hadn’t even said his name out loud –
“Big brother Naruto!” Popping up from behind the long banners lining the shop front, Konohamaru appeared with a wide grin and starstruck eyes. The way he gazed up at the teen across from you nearly put you into a fit of giggles – Konohamaru definitely was Naruto’s biggest fan. “When did you get back?”
“Just last night, but I spent most of today looking for —”
“What are you doing here?!” Konohamaru was glaring past Naruto to where you sat, his smile slowly puckering into a pout as he surveyed the scene. When he settled his eyes on Iruka, he straightened his demeanour and tucked his chin to his chest. “I mean, I didn’t know you knew Naruto.”
“Well, I don’t, but we sort of ran into each other and decided to grab some lunch.” You replied. “What are you doing here?”
Another glare. “I was looking for Big Brother Naruto, obviously.”
Obviously.
“Konohamaru, would you like to join us for dessert?” Iruka’s offer came softly from next to you as he leaned down to level himself with your nephew. “It’s a short walk. We were just about to head over.”
Part of you wanted to protest the invitation. The last thing you wanted was to spend the remainder of yet another one of your Sunday afternoons with Konohamaru in tow. For the last three weeks, it seemed no matter where you and Iruka went, your nephew appeared. The day always started out peacefully, but by the end of it, Iruka was walking around with Konohamaru on his shoulders and a smile that looked almost too pure to see gone.
Perhaps Iruka’s enjoyment with your nephew’s company was the only reason why you had yet to say something regarding the matter. After all, children were a large part of Iruka’s joy; his profession as an Academy Instructor certainly ensured you understood that much.
Rather quickly your intimate afternoon alone turned into entertaining two of the village's biggest pranksters — much to your dismay. Distracting Naruto was necessary. Appeasing Konohamaru was pushing your patience to the brim, even more so given that he single handedly had managed to crash nearly every date thus far.
If you hadn’t known any better, you’d believe Asuma was the real culprit behind your nephews incessant intrusions.
The late afternoon sun painted the rooftops in gold, casting long shadows down the bustling streets of the Hidden Leaf Village. The hum of shopkeepers calling out to customers mingled with the clatter of sandals on stone. Lanterns were just beginning to flicker to life, catching the faint breeze that whispered through the trees lining the market road.
Iruka walked at an easy pace, hands tucked loosely into his pockets. You strode beside him, arms folded, though the edge of your mouth quirked with amusement whenever you glanced his way. Behind them, Naruto and Konohamaru bickered with the kind of casual intensity only shared between brothers-not-by-blood.
“I’m telling you, that guy at the dango shop gave me the death glare,” Konohamaru muttered, his arms crossed.
“You totally knocked over his tea tray,” Naruto replied, eyes scanning the street for the sweets cart. “That wasn’t a glare, that was self-restraint.”
“I tripped! You distracted me with your ‘shadow clone surprise’!”
“It was a great prank! Admit it.”
You slowed your pace, listening with a smile tucked carefully behind your composed expression. “You two remind me of my brother and me,” you said softly, almost to yourself.
Iruka turned his head. “Asuma?” he asked.
She nodded, her gaze distant for just a moment. “He’d have loved this kind of evening. Slow, simple. No duty hanging over his shoulder like a blade.”
Iruka didn’t say anything, but he shifted closer, letting his shoulder brush yours—a quiet answer.
Ahead of them, Naruto stopped suddenly and pointed.
“There!” he cried, grinning like a boy half his age. “Chestnut sugar cakes!”
The vendor had just finished setting up, the sweets warm from the griddle, the scent of roasted chestnut and caramelized sugar curling through the air like bait.
Konohamaru was already fishing out coins, Naruto right behind him.
Iruka chuckled. “Slow down! You’ll burn your tongues.”
“You’re just mad because we beat you here,” Konohamaru teased, passing a cake to Naruto.
You approached more slowly. “Two, please,” you told the vendor, passing him a few quiet ryo.
“Three,” Iruka added quickly, catching her eye.
You gave him a sideways glance. “I already bought yours.”
He blinked. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” you said simply, pressing a warm paper-wrapped cake into his hand.
They stood together at the edge of the street, eating in the golden quiet. The cakes were still warm, sweet and earthy with just the faintest crisp edge. Konohamaru devoured his in two bites. Naruto looked like he was fighting tears.
“This is amazing,” he mumbled with his mouth full. “I might cry. Is it okay if I cry?”
“Maybe wait until you swallow,” Iruka said.
You turned slightly toward Naruto, tone softer than usual. “You’ve grown into someone my father would’ve trusted, you know. He spoke about you, before the end.”
Naruto paused, his expression shifting from playful to thoughtful in a heartbeat. “He… really?”
You nodded once. “He said you were reckless. Loud. Stubborn.” A small smile curved her lips. “But impossible not to believe in.”
Naruto scratched the back of his neck, grinning. “He wasn’t wrong.”
“Clearly,” Iruka said, half-laughing.
Konohamaru looked between them all, then nudged Naruto with his elbow. “We’re kind of like a team, huh?”
“More like a family,” Iruka murmured, almost without realizing he’d said it.
Your eyes flicked to him. Not soft—not quite—but something near to it. You reached down, laced your fingers briefly through his, then let go.
Naruto smiled like he knew exactly what it meant.
“Next stop,” he announced, straightening. “That one place with the honey dumplings. Race you!”
And just like that, the spell was broken, the boys racing off down the road, laughter trailing in their wake. Iruka sighed.
“We should probably stop them before they bankrupt the food district.”
“Let them run,” you murmured, watching them go. “Let them be boys. It won’t last forever.”
Iruka didn’t argue. He simply took another bite of his cake, warm and sweet and simple, and walked beside you into the evening light.
Once satiated with their fill of tasty sweets, Naruto managed to entice Konohamaru away with the promise to show off some new jutsu he was working on. Although weary to let the young boy run off to bystand what you could only classify as an experiment, you were more than happy to have some time to yourself with Iruka.
And while his face had given way to no signs of impatience, Iruka was fully aware that with each passing moment you grew more frustrated. He decided it was thoughtful that you managed to keep yourself collected long enough to let the boys enjoy a small moment of normalcy.
Long fingers found their way along the span of your wrist, sliding down the centre of your palm before spreading between your own. Your eyes wandered down to where Iruka had entwined your hands together as he ambled slowly through the village alongside you. An act so small in nature, yet left your chest swollen with butterflies and a newfound giddiness you couldn’t quite place.
You gave his digits a gentle squeeze, following his lead through the quiet residential streets. There was little left for the two of you to do now with the sun setting, save for escorting you home. At this point in your relationship, you no longer felt flustered under the scrutinizing gaze of nearby civilians. For the majority, it was no longer a surprise to see the two of you walking around the village together. More and more often, should you happen to head into the market without Iruka, you were often met with a plethora of questions about his whereabouts.
Street lamps overhead slowly began to flicker to life, one by one until the majority of the pathways throughout the various areas of the village were illuminated in a pretty yellow hue. The silence of the early night settled around you, crickets singing along to the sound of your footsteps. Next to Iruka’s warmth, the brisk wind making its way through the trees overhead wasn’t so much a bother as it was welcomed; a part of you would never admit it, but you loved to watch his hair move with the breeze.
The streets of the Hidden Leaf had gone quiet. Shops had shuttered. Paper lanterns swayed low in the night breeze, their light muted now, no longer for attention but comfort. Far off, a wind chime whispered above someone’s door frame, and the scent of sakura and cooling stone mingled with the hush of the village at rest.
The two of you walked slowly, shoulder to shoulder but not touching, footsteps soft against the path as your home came into view.
The small, ivy-draped gate stood nestled between hedges, its wood faded but clean. The windows above were dark, save for a single glow in the hallway upstairs—the nightlight you kept in your bathroom. Even from here, you could feel the silence waiting in the house, the inevitable solitude.
You slowed to a stop, fingers toying with the edge of your sleeve.
“It went too fast,” you murmured.
Iruka looked at you, his expression unreadable for a heartbeat, then softened. “Yeah,” he said. “It did.”
You turned toward him fully, the porch light catching the gleam in your hair. Your voice dipped, quieter now, more certain of its weight.
“I’ll be at the academy early tomorrow. Konohamaru likes pretending he’s late—it makes him feel dramatic, and we can’t encourage that. I’ll walk him in.”
“You always do,” Iruka said, smiling faintly. “You stay just long enough to check if the tea’s fresh and if I’ve remembered to comb my hair.”
You let out a low breath of laughter. “You almost never do.”
There was a pause. Not awkward. Heavy, maybe. Expectant.
“I hate this part,” you said quietly.
Iruka tilted his head. “What part?”
“The leaving. When it’s good.” Your voice wavered, then steadied. “It’s like … if I had five more minutes, I could say something I’ve been waiting all day to find the words for.”
He stepped closer. The space between you, already narrow, vanished like mist. His hand came up—not hurried, not shy—and touched your face, fingers tracing the line of your jaw, resting just below your ear. You didn’t flinch. If anything, you leaned toward him.
“I know the feeling,” he said. “I have it every time I walk you home.”
The two of you stood like that in the hush, the only sound the rustling of the trees overhead. Your breath was warm against his wrist.
“Iruka—” you began, voice soft with hesitation, but whatever you meant to say was lost when he kissed you.
It wasn’t hurried. It wasn’t bold. It was the kind of kiss that felt like the answer to a question neither of them had been brave enough to ask aloud. His hand slid to the back of your neck; yours rose instinctively to his shoulder, fingers curling into his sleeve like a secret.
When you pulled apart, you didn’t step away. Your foreheads remained close, breaths mingling in the cool air.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” you whispered.
He nodded. “I’ll make the tea.”
You lingered another moment, then finally stepped back and opened the gate. Before slipping inside, you turned one last time.
“You did comb your hair, by the way.”
Iruka chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, a delicious pink colour dusting the apples of his cheeks. “Not well enough, apparently.”
The gate closed with a gentle click, and you disappeared into the shadows beyond it.
Iruka stood there a while longer, looking up at the dim-lit window, before finally turning back toward the path and the soft quiet of home. But the smile on his face didn’t fade, not even once. Not when he had another blissful morning to look forward to.
Everyone has that moment where they knew they found their future life partner. It is always something simple, a blink and you will miss it a moment.
For them, it was the first time you stole their hoodie. The fabric that always felt like home to them is now hugging you perfectly. How can they ever take this back from you after the way you shine in it? Will you shine even more with a ring on your finger? They will find out someday soon because damn they love you.
♡ Kiba, Rock Lee, Geto, Spirit, Sebastian, Leah, Keith
Normally, they do not grade homework with others. Grading time is their moment of peace of quiet. However, when you walked into their classroom with a takeout meal, the stillness of the room shifted to something like a warm spring day. Now, they can't picture daily tasks without you with them.
♡ Iruka, shinso, Stein, Gojo, Penny
It was late at night, and the only noise was that of the videogame they were playing. Your head resting on their shoulder as you try to keep up with action. Still, you couldn't control your sleepy yawn, and boy did it make their heart skip a beat. They know you are a busy bee, that it is late, and yet you are still here showing support for their hobby.
haiii hope u r allright !!! i was wondering if you could write dry humping with iruka *evil smile* and how desperately crazy he gets from all the overstimulation ! tyy i love ur blog 💕
am oki! lots of work and school but i passed the test i've been studying for :3 tysm ! hope this is oki <3
sweet iruka who can't help it with you, too addicted to your pussy to do anything without paying attention to her too. your slick is narcotic to him, the way it feels around his cock or stuck to his fingers- the way you taste. he could eat you out for hours- and definitely will at some point. rarely do you ever give him head, poor boy gets too frustrated with all the attention on him, desperate to get his hands on you.
he just needs you. so when you toy with him by dragging your clothed sex along his for too long, his polite pleas turns sloppy. hands grasp at the flesh of your hips, waist, and chest- weakly raking his nails as the teasing is just getting to be too much.
"p-please, fuck- c'n feel you," he huffs, bucking up and making you yip through the cotton as his tip rubs against your sensitive nub. the slick grind of your sexes barred by ruined underwear is intoxicating to you. torturous to the pussy-addicted boy trembling beneath you.
"be patient, 'ruka." you hum, a sadistic smile gracing your sweet face. he sees no malice behind you, innocently devoted to you and whatever you say. "hahh- mhm- okay," he nods, knitting his eyes together and breathing through each agonizing grind and bump. so sweet, you think. the way the scar over his nose contorts as his expression settles into a strained, focused one. fickle pads press into your hips, loosely holding onto them as you hump against him and occasionally digging into them each time you slide right over the sensitive seam beneath his tip. he's trying so hard to stay still- to be good for you- but fuck, your noises and movements are driving him crazy. the powdery scent emanating from the front of your neck wafts into him each time you lean into him. it's intoxicating, the combination of your heat, your scent, the brush of your chest against him each time you hump- he can't.
pitiful whines spill from his mouth and he weakly humps in reflex to your stimulation. "ahn, s-so good, feel so good," he fusses, practically panting. he's desperate to stabilize his voice- trying so hard to maintain some sort of composure. after all, he hadn't even gotten a proper fix of you yet, and he was already getting close to just your outline.
he can't help the stutter of his hips. the way his grip tightens around yours. he can't help needing more of you. you're just too good. each drag of his bulge against your defined slit has you grinning more and more at the erosion of his self-control. his hands sculpt up your torso, pulling you closer to him in a lust-driven hunger. his brain is fuzzy from the torture and all he knows he wants is more of you.
in a beat, his pace is increasing and the distance between the two of you is closed with his mouth as he takes a chilled nipple into his warm mouth, moaning at the feeling of it. his teeth gently roll against it before he alternates between pressing against it with the flat of his tongue and sucking- hard. you lick the front of your teeth and sigh at the feeling, arousal shooting through your nerves at the sudden display of depraved affection. poor pup is so starved he's taking anything he can.
he's drunk on your body, eyes rolling back at the taste of your flesh and fluttering closed as he fucks you through cotton. pride and lust pool in your gut at the sight of his desperation, so fucking cute.
"ah- jus' like that, pretty boy, fuck." you huff, tugging a moan from him that vibrates through your chest. his arms snake around your torso, pulling you closer to him- desperate for your warmth. no solace is found in his attempts- only making him more n' more frustrated at the simultaneous flood of his senses and lack of you.
his mouth detaches from you with a drawn-out whine, head falling back to try and catch your eyes with his. "i caaan't- i can't, please." he cries, hands traveling down your back and pausing once the tips of his fingers meet your panties. "please-" "hah, please what, baby? you purr, dusk eyes meeting his glossed-over ones, fatigue evident on his face.
he takes a shaky breath, carefully holding eye contact with you.
summary: naruto men and their discovery of kinks unlocked by you.
a/n: haha, this was supposed to have like 3 more characters . . . o well. part two at some point perhaps. thank you guys for the support so far <3
feat. iruka, shino, kakashi
IRUKA UMINO ⸝⸝ praise
iruka loves to make you feel good. it’s what he lives for, honestly. tasting you at the end of each night, the beginning of each day, in between if he begs. he’s shy about it, every time he recalls an intimate moment together he’s hiding behind his hands like it wasn’t him who did those things. he snaps out of the dazed pussy-drunk mindset he was in and puts up a front for some reason- like the post-nut clarity is too much for him and he just locks back in. you didn’t mind it, the sex was good, you just always had to remind him to not be so embarrassed all the time. it wasn’t like you were judging him. sometimes it just felt like he wanted more, or something else. like he was so close to requesting something or saying something but he didn’t know what he needed either. you wonder if it’s some response to being raised a shinobi, the suppression of some urges or wants that come with it.
things are steamy and the two of you slip into a semblance of routine you’ve established. irukas got you on your back while he gets you ready, lapping between your folds like he’s trying to drink water from a bowl. you swear, he knows the parts he sucks and licks at do nothing for you, he’s just that desperate to taste every bit- not let a drop go to waste. you lace your fingers in his loose hair and give the scalp they’re attached to the gentlest squeeze, eliciting a whine from the man below. oww, he doesn’t like it when you pull too hard. one eye shuts closed with a wince and he comes up for air, strings of saliva and you connect his jaw and your saturated cunt as follows the gentle pull upwards. “you don’ wan’ anymore? you ready?” he whines a bit. lust clearly clouds him, his words always slur when he’s feeling good with you- one of the things he’s always embarrassed about. you shake your head, “mm mm, want you to lick it good. know you can.” you huff. iruka really is great at head but again, he just gets carried away by his own desire. he flushes and looks away, nodding. “mm, mhm. m’ sorry.” he whispers, voice straining a bit. oh, did you hurt his feelings? you didn’t mean like that- he was doing a good job, you were just needy and didn’t want the teasing. quickly you push yourself up on an arm to cup the cheek he turned and refocus him to you. “don’t be sorry baby, m jus’ bein needy. feel so good, always make me feel so good- jus’ wan’ more.” you reassure him with a small laugh underlining your words. “m’ greedy. greedy for you.”
you want him to know he’s doing good. luckily, it looks like it’s worked. you can almost see his tail start to wag and his ears perk up at the acknowledgment and he nods with a cute little smile on his face. you can’t help but ruffle the top of his head as you settle back down and push him back to resume his work. “good boy” you moan as he starts, just for him to stop again. his eyes are locked on you when you lift your head back up to see what he stopped for. the grip his fingers hold between where your thighs and hips meet tightens and an embarrassed, shaky “mmmnn…” vibrates into your pussy. you put two and two together quickly and realize, he liked that. he really liked that. you giggle and the hand you’ve still got on him gives his scalp an encouraging nail-less scritch. “heha- good boy? you like that baby?” your voice is a bit hoarse and he moans again, knitting his eyebrows together and shutting them tight. you egg him on further, “c‘mon, you were doing so good honey, keep going f’r me. be a good boy.” you really like it too. iruka whimpers again and with a nod his mouth mounts the top of your pussy and he starts massaging the flat of his tongue against your clit. praises spill from your mouth the whole time and irukas reactions only intensify. he’s got his left arm rested over your abdomen, gripping your waist and his right working his two fingers into you while he abuses that pretty little bud.
before his dick is out he’s got you spilling around his mouth once. the sweltering heat of arousal dissipates and you refocus from your first climax to see iruka looking up at you with his head resting on your breast. he looks up at you expectedly, waiting for you to come down from your high and acknowledge him. whatever you say is yours. you cup his face once more and smile, “good boy baby, so good for me. make me feel so good.” you’re still panting and your words are shaky but true. that tone, that expression, all of it fuels iruka more than anything has before. his heart feels so full- he’s so happy he’s making you feel good, that's all he wants to do. this attitude iruka has taken up is affecting you too, clearly. he’s just so fucking cute you want to treat him like the sweetest dumbest little puppy. you coax his head up so he can kiss you and muster the strength to raise your jellified knees to his sides. the kiss is sloppy, iruka is so vocal- like every little thing is stimulating him in some way. when your tongue slides down his throat he lets it happen, letting his jaw go slack and you assault his mouth with yours all the while he’s panting out the lewdest whines. the two of you pull apart and he’s a mess above you, almost trembling. he’s a mess when you tell him to ditch the fishnet top he’s got on, when you tell him to free his cock from his boxers, when you tell him to line up the tip to your entrance, when you command him and praise him each time he obeys. he feels drunk, he’s so unbelievably aroused he might just cum the moment he puts the tip in.
you coax him through each movement like you’ve never been intimate before. slutty moans spill from his mouth every other second, he’s so overwhelmed- especially inside you. you’re soaked and each micro-movement has got him gritting his teeth as your wet warmth envelopes him. “ahh, pretty- fuck-ngh, hahh, ‘s good- you feel really good-ah,” he sings, voice crackling. you’re so wet there’s almost no friction for him to be held up by. his thrusts are unsteady but it’s the fact that he’s pulling out so far and shoving it back in with no resistance that’s killing you. a ring of white marks the base of his cock and he’s fucking into you at a slowly increasing pace, mouth agape and a constant flow of noise escaping him. “iruka- baby- fuck,” you cry, the assault on your insides picking up and catching you off guard. “fuck pretty boy, jus’ like that, so fucking good- so good inside me baby,” your voice hikes a couple pitches as you’re now getting fully pounded into with the help of his hands wrapping around your hips to pull you to his pelvis. warmth dribbles down your ass and your eyes roll at the vulgarity of it all- getting fucked so sloppy by your dog of a boyfriend. your hands search for something to grab at and you grip at his and whine out a “‘ruka baby,” to catch his attention. his eyes dart to you and he’s eager to give you what you need. you make grabby hands to indicate your neediness. you want him. iruka nods enthusiastically and shifts positions, hooking his hand underneath your knees and pushing them up out of the way so he can be closer chest-to-chest with you.
he’s focused on your blissed-out face and all he can think is how good he’s making you feel- he’s doing good, you told him so. he loves doing good. his eyes burn and he’s sniffling before he knows it- he feels too fucking good. a mix of a moan and a sob wracks his body and his head drops, his hair tickling your forehead now. you reach up to run your fingers through his hair and cup his face, forcing him to lock his eyes with yours. “iruka baby- god, don’t fuss pretty boy. fuckin’ me- so- good-“ you groan, voice unraveling at the end as he punctuates each of your words with a deep thrust. “m’ good.. m’ a good boy..” iruka chants, voice teetering on the edge. he switches his angle and releases one of your knees from the pin he had it in to sneak his hand down to your clit. “w’nna be good, w’nna make you cum..” iruka rumbles and you squeal at the pad making contact with your sensitive nub. “god- ‘ruka, so good-“ you mewl, starved for air as you’re quickly shoved towards your finish line. you hadn’t realized you were this close and you can barely get a word out before you’re reaching it. “g’nna cum ‘ruka, don’ stop baby, fuck- just like that, good boy-“ you chant and he quickly joins in. “cum for me, please, let me cum with you please, ‘m almost there.” he cries. with eyes locked and you gripping his face like he’s gonna slip away you quickly nod and beckon him to, “cum with me ‘ruka” and you’re both tensing around the other in seconds. irukas hips stutter before he buries all the way inside and your body goes taut as you curl into your climax. irukas so fucking loud in your ear, you didn’t think he could moan this loud. it’s not like you hold yourself back either, but seeing iruka so shameless and uninhibited makes you squeeze around him even harder.
by the time you regain the sense that was fucked out of you you realize irukas is back on your chest, arms dipped under your shoulders and holding you. your hand finds your way to his hair and you start to massage the top of his head. your other rests on his back, splayed out and rubbing up and down while you whisper praises to him. iruka whines and nuzzles closer in between your boobs, still fucked out.
the “embarrassment” never comes. when you get up to wash yourselves he sticks by your side and makes a sound of disapproval when he’s not skin to skin with you somehow for more than 5 seconds. when you’re settling back into bed he cuddles right back up to you and is unabashedly desperate for your warmth. “you’re cute.” “mm.” “super cute. i liked that a lot.” “mmmhn.” he nuzzles into your chest, radiating warmth into you. “…i did too. thank you.”
SHINO ABURAME ⸝⸝ spit, oral fixation
coaxing shino out of his shell took a bit, especially in your shared sex life. once he was out of it though, shino was a passionate lover. he could get a little lost in you, and a bit rough- but in the best way. he was just so eager and you felt too good. branching out from vanilla sex wasn’t discussed really, you had asked if he ever wanted to get rougher since that was usually the pace he fell into- fucking into you hard and getting a bit handsy, squeezing your boobs, nipping and sucking marks into your neck, chest and back. the ways in which you describe “rougher” aren’t so appealing to him though. he doesn’t want to hit you, doesn’t wanna hurt you. you don’t mind the rejections, they were just suggestions that you’d be down to try anyway. you’ve just always felt like there’s more behind that stoic face.
you were mid prep, instructed by shino to lay back against the headboard and play with yourself a bit while he undressed himself. you’re already easing a finger into yourself while you watch him take each article off. his forehead protector, his vest and undershirt, and his pants are all discarded into a pile. at the bottom is his signature hooded coat, hastily taken off earlier during the heated makeout session that had led you into the bedroom. one thing about shino was that he loved to kiss you. shino didn’t do pecks. if you were gonna kiss him, you had to make sure you gave him at least 5 minutes to get his fill of your mouth, and then that might turn into an hour with the boner he gets just from that.
shino turns back to you and the mattress dips on one side and then the other as he situates himself over top of you. slipping another finger in, you moan and he can’t help but take advantage of that pretty mouth. “keep going.” he instructs between light kisses before diving in and tonguing you down. you’re squirming underneath his assault, getting needier as he violates every inch of your mouth. after a few minutes of making out, you have an idea and use your other hand to push against his chest. spit chains the two of you together and you’re both panting and flushed. you wince a bit as you take your fingers out of yourself, needing a bit more lube as your body hasn’t caught up to your brain just yet. your fingers are still glistening otherwise and you lift them to your tongue, taking them both into your mouth and beginning to suck them clean. shino audibly moans at the action, goading you on while you spit and fuck them in and out of your mouth like a cock. at one point you go deep. deep enough to elicit the prettiest gargle around them and make you tear up at the intrusion in your throat- and shino is redder than ever. “fuck, so pretty.” the praise goes straight to your cunt and you hump up into nothing. shino is a man of few words but makes them count with you. shino lifts his right hand and spits in it before it makes its way to replace the empty space your cunt is crying out for to be filled and you squeal as he rubs circles into your sensitive nub. your fingers slip from your mouth and a trail of spit breaks off, leaking down your face and making a mess of you. shino hasn’t looked away from your mouth once, beginning the process of stretching your hole out around his one finger that’s going deeper and stretching you harder than your own two like his arm has a mind of its own. shino catches your open mouth and lolling tongue in a sloppy kiss, his saliva flooding into you like he’s starving and you are the one he’s going to devour. it’s so messy and you’re granted no break, eyes rolling back while he’s fingerfucking you open, thumbing your clit, and suffocating you with his tongue all at once.
by the time he’s seemingly had his fill mouthfucking you you’re plenty stretched, whining and bucking into nothing when he retracts his hand from your parts. “shino- please, wan’ you.” you pout and whine, squirming and kneading at whatever you can get your hands on. his bicep, his chest, his torso, his back. you don’t even realize the hand that was just making work of your insides is in front of your face until a command echoes above you. “clean them.” he says. your mouth opens and he leans further forward to insert them. you take them eagerly, moaning and slobbering as you taste yourself around his slender, smooth digits. shino audibly groans at the little show you’re putting on and starts moving them, fucking them into your throat like he just was in your other hole. you gurgle and gag around them, resigning yourself and letting him play with you this way. one particularly hard gag has him retracting them and praising you for how well you cleaned him up. funny, since now you’re a fucked out drooly mess. shino kisses your pretty tears away while you sniffle and catch your breath. some might view his treatment as a bit mean, but you’ve never felt more cared for under someone else’s watch. he is just wholly obsessed with you.
shino hums and leans back on his knees to get to work on his boxers. “turn around.” shino commands, and you’re on your chest with your ass up in a beat. shino loves this position. you pale in comparison to his height so he can easily pull you into a hug from behind and look down at your pretty face while you take him. as he lines up the tip with your entrance you brace for the intrusion. even with how stretched and wet you are, things can’t escalate so much just yet. shino is… big. even when he’s fully hard his cock fights gravity to stand up all the way. this position makes it easier to take him too. you hear him spit from behind and you tremble, finding it kind of too hot. the tip presses flush against your entrance and he leans forward, letting his cock enter as much as it can without moving his hips forward. this way you can both notice when the resistance starts and go from there. you take about half before he groans at the tightness and you whine at the sting. one arm is propped to hold himself up and the other is hooked around to the front of you and pulling you into his chest. his hand finds one of your breasts and he groans when he starts to knead at it. he loves these too. really, he loves each part of you (and is sure to remind you, especially when you can feel his cock throb as he gropes at you.)
the two of you settle into a steady rhythm and you’re sinking further and further into the pillow and duvet you’re fucking on top of. you’re fully relaxed taking him, his hands caressing and massaging each part of you only making it easier. your knees are close to giving out before you scoops you up, his right arm filling the pass between your breasts and a hand coming up to hold your jaw. you’re flush to his chest in an instant as he fucks up into you. you feel pathetic under his eyes in this newly compromising position. his other wraps around your tummy and he’s fully supporting you, taking on the burden your poor little body couldn’t handle. the ever-observant shino. your hands grasp for something to hold, first groping at your own breasts and then grabbing at the arm holding your chest up before shino cuts you off with something akin to a growl and he’s maneuvering his left arm, the one wrapped around your waist to restrain your two hands together and bring them to your hips as they resume their previous position. you’re helpless, and the two of you love it this way. you’re getting fully fucked wide now, warmth seeping down the inside of your thighs as he makes a mess of you. your jaw is slack and shino takes the opportunity to turn your head to the side slightly to slip his index inside your mouth and tug your cheek, exposing the blush inside with strings of saliva connecting the roof and floor. shino shudders and you catch a glimpse of his dark, murky eyes filled with something you can only compare to the look of a predator who’s finally caught its prey. you look so slutty. eyes glossed and hooded, mouth agape and a mess, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. shino catches you in a kiss once more, though short-lived to your surprise. you’re caught leaning forward into it and he breaks it, fingers slotted along your jawline and he’s steady for a moment. his lips purse and out comes a glob of spit, dripping from the apex of his tongue that flops from his own mouth. you’re desperate, embarrassingly so, and you strain upwards to catch it on your tongue before shino devours you once more. like a fish to bait. the both of you moan into the other, the depravity of your actions hitting you two like a high.
when you part you both sound like you’ve both been underwater for too long, a harmony of gasps, moans, and whines fills the air as shino fucks into you faster. your head lolls against his shoulder, clearly spent. everything’s a blur, you don’t even realize the shift your body is undergoing until the plush of the pillow is against your cheek again. your wrists are released and limply fall against the bed and shino adjusts his arms to focus on holding your ass up for him. he’s growling at this point, the two of you sticky with each other and all you can do is whine his name over and over again. it’s music to his ears, and it sounds even better when he slots a finger in your mouth. he doesn’t push it, he doesn’t move it, and you do nothing with it either, but the sound of slurred “‘inoo.. pleathe… hahh-, ngh… grk ahh.. ‘iiinooo..!” coming from you has got him falling apart “fuck- m’ close.. need you to cum, lovebug.” he falters. his right-hand shifts, focusing the weight on his arm to just his hand as he holds it right over where he’s hitting you inside. he snaps his hips downwards, abusing the bundle of nerves he finds till the feeling catches up to you and you sob. it doesn’t take much for that coil in your tummy to quickly build- you tremble but shino holds you steady like always. you are putting no effort into supporting yourself, all of it is focused on just keeping yourself awake. “‘thinooo… ‘ino-! hahh, n’ gonna cum ‘inoo-“ you panic with how fast your climax builds and hits you, your vision goes black as it wracks you in waves. shino is quick to follow, pumping you full as the thud of his balls hit your clit once- twice- three times as he finishes.
by the time you rouse from your sleep the warmth seeping between your legs is gone and your cheeks and chin are wiped clean. shino is at the edge of the bed slipping a shirt on before he turns with one in hand for you, halting when he realizes you’re up. it hadn’t been long. maybe 8 minutes- tops. sex is written across your body and face. the flush across your cheeks and nose and hair strewn and stuck to your skin, lips practically bruised they’re so pink.
“good morning, lovebug.” shino sighs, immediately making his way toward you from across the bed. all you can do is smile and croak out a “‘morninggg.” shino hides a laugh and you limply swat his chest. “‘s your fault.” you rasp, throat spent from the assault from earlier in the night. “i’m sorry pretty, you’re right. let me take care of you.” he dotes, moving the hair stuck to your forehead out of your face and trailing it down your chin. for a moment his thumb taps against your lips and trails down, catching the bottom one. like he’s admiring his work. you flush deeper and then quickly turn your head. “no. you devil.” you spit and he laughs, murmuring another apology between kisses on your neck as the two of you giggle. “it was good?” he asked after a small silence. “mhm. liked it a lot.” “good. me too.”
KAKASHI HATAKE ⸝⸝ dumbification
kakashi got on your nerves. you’ll be honest. the sex is fine- it’s good- okay, it’s really good. but for some reason, kakashi always doesn’t put much effort. he’s naturally good at it, but that doesn’t mean he shouldn’t try a little harder- maybe? maybe you’re just desperate. kakashi is obsessed with you, wholly. his associates tell you nothing otherwise. it’s always “kakashi kept bringing you up,” or “kakashi wouldn’t stop complaining about wanting to get back to you,” from them. you’re on his mind constantly from how they describe him, but why doesn’t he act like that to you?
in the beginning, you loved riding him, but now it’s all he requests. is he really just… lazy? you wonder. you wanna feel desired, you wanna feel… sexy. you two had only been together a year and some change, but had he fallen out of interest with you already? you recall a conversation with gai. mentions of kakashi past, the loss he’s endured. gai’s convinced that kakashi acts cool with you because he’s just as scared as you are. the two of you departed with the advice of, “be upfront with him! the two of you are still young and things are only just now blooming!”
a pit is in your stomach the entire night. you pray that your stupid plan doesn’t end up fucking you over. you knew kakashi would be home late tonight, but not this late. you were gonna coax him by flashing the fact that you were pantieless at him once he got home, but you’re splayed in bed waiting for any creak, woosh, or hinge noise to signal the fact that he’s home- and nothing comes. sleep tempts you but the wetness between your thighs overpowers it and you just can’t help but reach your hand down there. images of kakashi flash in your mind- kakashi doing things other than let you ride him while he grips your hips and whispers you dirty praises. you want him to fuck you. like, really fuck you. your brain is foggy with sleep and arousal and all you can think about is getting fucked this way, fucked until you have no semblance of composure anymore.
you’re inserting the second finger and muffling your own sounds with a pillow when you feel the mattress dip next to you. kakashis already stripped down to his sleeveless turtleneck, getting ready to take that off too when you rip your head out of the pillow and yelp. he doesn’t look at you. his back is facing towards you and you’re left petrified. kakashi lazily looks back at you with a smirk on his face. “watcha doin, pretty lady?”
kakashi hums and scooches his way next to you. you can’t get a word out- you’re trying to force something out but it’s just not working. “ahhh? you gonna tell me?” that fucking smile. he’s so annoying- how does he make you feel so good? “m’ touchin’,” you mumble. “missed you.” you admit, hopefully egging him on. “yeahhh girlie? thinkin’ about me?” he’s getting closer, lying right next to you. you nod and sink back down into the bed, laying flat and looking up at him from the pillow. “mhm.” you nod pathetically.
“what’s my girl wanna do? you wanna keep going for me? want my help, sweetheart?” kakashis hand finally meets you and you whine at the fingers combing through your hair and dragging along your back. “kakashi.” “yeah?” “i want you to fuck me.” he laughed. “i can do that.” “no, kakashi,” you grab the hand that’s leaving you and look up at him, now laying on your side completely naked in front of him, “i want you to fuck me. like take it all out on me. wan’ you to fuck me dumb,” you admitted. he's still for a moment and you scan his face for anything. a few seconds pass and his eyes narrow as his cheeks rise. you don't even need the mask off to see that stupid smile.
you’re bent over and your face is back in the pillow and the room is echoing with the lewdest sounds. kakashi’s got you cumming around his mouth once, slurping you relentlessly. he’s gripping your hips like you’re trying to run from him, keeping you in place while you squirm from the overstimulation. you’re weakly kicking and the flat of his tongue goes from your clit to your asshole a couple times, cleaning you up before he drops the hips he’s been holding up with a thud. you hadn’t even realized he’s been holding all your weight until you were lying flat and trembling before him. “that feel good, pretty girl?” kakashi's voice is gentle, so gentle it’s malicious. he maneuvers your limp body like it’s nothing, straightening your legs out and straddling your thighs from behind. all you can is weakly whine and moan, hazy from his overstimulation. “nngh.. mhmmm” you slurp. you’re drooling. kakashi laughs and leans over- cock rubbing against your ass while he’s got your jaw in a grip, forcing you to look up. “look at you baby, makin’ a mess.” he tuts, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. his dick is slotted between your asscheeks and you wiggle a bit while he kisses you, eliciting a deep groan into your mouth. “gotta watch yourself, pretty lady.” he’s warning you. “told you- wan’ you to fuck me stupid. i neeeeed it.” you whine, helplessly wiggling your legs. he’s gentle, so gentle. he caresses your pretty face and gives you a couple light paps on the cheek. your brain lights up at the mean stimulation. “i got you, sweet girl. i’ll give you just what you want, yeah?” it’s condescending, the way he’s speaking to you- and you eat it up, nodding enthusiastically.
he’s hitting you, so fucking deep- drilling his hips right into the bundle of nerves seated against the front of your pussy. your legs are slightly spread and bent so your toes graze his back every so often. warmth floods beneath you, “so wet f’r me, pretty lady.” he grunts out, leaving his mouth agape so you can hear the air leave his lungs with each thrust. “go-o-o-dd uhh, ka-ka-shiii.” you’re loud, vocalizing each time you feel him hit you, again and again. “hah, ‘s good baby? this is what you wanted right?” he groans each time he buries himself in you, so wet it’s getting all over him. strings of you connecting your ass and his pelvis each time he pulls out before sweetly shoving it back in and forcing a mewl out of you. “nghhh… m-hmmm..” you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. fingers knot in your hair and he lifts you up ever so slightly, his other hand leaving crescent-shaped marks on your ass that sting each time he swats you. “hah- mmm, don’t think you’re there just yet pretty lady, do you think so?” his head dips to yours, voice low- dripping like syrup from his sly little smile. “ngh- i- i- ahhh, ‘dun-nooo..” you wither beneath him and he drops your head and runs your hand down the nape of your neck. “yeah, not when you’re babbling like that baby. i’ll make you real dumb.” he taunts you. both hands grip your hips and push you down, ass arching up farther as he hits you deeper than before.
your head is fuzzy. you’re offered no recovery time as you clench around his cock repeatedly, practically getting forced to stay in your high. you weakly fight beneath him until he stills his cock inside you with a groan. “quit moving, lady.” he punctuates his command with another spank. a string of moans leave his mouth as his cock throbs inside you, edging himself while buried inside. one move and he just might spill. weak whimpers come from you and you’re finally allowed to catch your breath after your forcefully extended orgasm. kakashi pulls out of you swiftly and rolls you over, looking up and down your body with darkness in his eyes. he can’t stop smiling at you, not once has it slipped from his face throughout it all. you’re attacked by his hands, they feel like they’re all over you. time passes differently- is passing? you’re not sure was past or present. he’s slid back inside but holds steady while he plays with your pretty little self. your boobs, your waist, your hips, your thighs, then your pretty little face. he’s inches away from it and has got your chin in a grip, forcing you to look up at him. “my pretty lady in there?” he caresses you, eyes scanning for any hint that you’ve heard him. a ‘nnh’ comes from you, but nothing more. your eyebrows knit and you make the prettiest most pathetic expression up at him. “feeling good?” “mhm,” “you all done?” a frantic dismissal comes from you. your head lolls from side to side lazily, and he takes that as permission to start fucking into you again. you can handle this. you can take him. you makes sure to tell you, filthy words flooding your already fried senses.
tender words of praise spill from his mouth to keep you grounded with him. “doin so good lady. jus’ like that, you gottt it.“ your body is limp and your jaw is loose while you babble precious high-pitched ‘thank you’s’
“ah- haha, feel so fucking good, pretty girl. do you feel good?” he talks down to you. he won’t stop fucking laughing. you gurgle a response and he’s littering your face with kisses. “yea- that’s what i thought baby- fuck.” he’s so mean.
tears prick at the outside of your eyes and you whine, quickly being thumbed away as he caresses you. “you’re okay pretty girl- i know” his demeaning tone goes straight to your clit, increasingly sensitive as his shaft ever so slightly rubs against it each time he thrusts into you. his head drops a bit, “m close, pretty lady. hohh- fuuuckkkk.” he falters, hips stuttering as his climax approaches quickly. you barely hint that you’re about to hit your third until it’s crashing over you and you’re twitching beneath him. your body goes taught and your brain blurs with the breath you’re holding and kakashi lightly paps your face a bit, forcing you to look at him. “breathe pretty girl, you got it.” you tremble and a sob wracks your body as your lungs fill back up. “yeahhh, there’s my girl. good job, honey.” he trembles, “hohh, fuck.. so fucking good.” hot cum shoots out onto your tummy and kakashi is stroking the last few pumps out over the top of you and you whimper at the warmth.
you just want to pull him into you to cuddle, whining at his (very understandable) protests against it. you need to pee, he needs to clean you off, he needs to clean himself off. he also doesn’t feel it’s right to just let you pass out immediately afterward so with some genuine convincing and sweet talking you’re sat in a warm bath, wrapped around him while he holds you up. “you alright, pretty lady?” “mhm.” “c’mon, lemme hear it. wanna hear you tell me yourself.” he nudged his head against yours.
“feel good. feel really good.” “hah, yeah? that’s good baby. you did really good.” “mm. you feel good?” “‘course I do. you got me good me, girlie.”
