݁.𖥔 Content Warning: pre-established relationship, smut, p in v, blowjob, dry humping, handjob, fingering
A/N: @carebearcozy’s post about my request picked my interest for this scenario. Also, special credits for Kakashi & Genma’s fanart from @cuddlymaus and for Sasuke & Itachi’s fanart from @emoiover. 🫶🏽
༄ Morning Wood? Wood Release no Jutsu?
Kakashi 🍃
Kakashi’s secured hold acted like a blanket, with his toned arms covering your body and hands placed over your belly as his chest met your back. In his borderland state of mind, Kakashi’s hips rubbed against your ass. Only when you muddled murmur of your voice made him fully aware, eyes open wide.
First, he saw your exposed nape, strands of hair tickling your skin from your shoulder to your face. Second, he felt the fruitful heat between your bodies as his eyes avert down to the source of it. Fuck. He has a boner.
At that, Kakashi tried to create some distance, at least a little. He took his hands off your intertwined bodies, but just after his hand left you, it was just as fast back while you placed yours on top of his. He barely discerned your soft grumbling.
“No…Where are you going…?"
Kakashi realized you’re not even awake completely since your eyes are closed. But gradually, after the lack of his response, you felt yourself aware of your warm surroundings, sensing his rigid posture behind you.
You looked over your shoulder as Kakashi glanced back at your beautiful, strained eyes.
“Why are you so far? Come closer.”
He swallowed, licking his dry lips before his raspy morning voice made you feel dangerous things below where his hand still is.
“I shouldn’t.”
A puzzled look formed on hour face, your head turned to the side to catch a glimpse of his restrained expression. He looks so unguarded — his silver, dishevelled hair covered his bedroom gaze in his right eye, while the other was closed on his beautiful, bare face you loved to see, yet you couldn’t get use to it. You didn’t understand the want in them until you glanced down.
“Oh.” Was all you could say at first, feeling the warm spreading in your cheeks, until you added shyly. “Come here?”
Kakashi looked scrutinizingly over your features, trying to gauge what you really want, and all he was the subtle desire in your eyes.
Morning sex? Well, how could he say no to that…?
Itachi 🍃
The first rays of sunrise cause Itachi's eyes to flutter as he grows conscious of his own body shortly after. His eyes opened in an instant, cheeks warming slightly.
So inappropriate.
He felt ashamed for having such a reaction, especially since he wad so close to you, and he suspected this was making him more aroused. Itachi knew this is a normal reaction of a well-conditioned body, yet it didn’t sit well with him to stay like this. Slowly, he takes his hands off your sleepy body as you let small groans leave your lips, making his body frozen until he made sure he didn’t wake you.
Itachi raised himself on the bed, head leaning against the counter. He folded his hands in his lap and looked at nothing in particular. What could he do? He should take care of himself in the bathroom? No, that’s just indulging in his primal urges. A cold shower? A run in the morning?
Vigilant to how he is in general, Itachi didn’t realise you were awake until you turned around, hand searching for him until it landed on his leg. He was petrified, locking his eyes on you when you addressed him.
“Itachi?”
He adjusted his voice, trying to act composed as much as he could.
“Sleep, [Name]. It’s still early.”
You whined, rolling your body towards him until your face rested on his chest.
This is worse, Itachi thought.
He placed his arm around you hesitantly as he dared to glance down at you only to see the perplexed expression on your face. It only took you a second to see the compromising position he was in when you glanced down closer to where your hand landed just before. When you looked back at him, Itachi’s breath stopped. You saw the blush in his face, despite his unreadable expression.
You bite a smile at that.
“Can I help you with…?”
His voice was aggravating, lacking sincerity.
“You don’t need to. It will pass.”
His chest heaves with each breath as your touch moves lower, nearing his waist.
“What if I want to?”
Itachi’s throat was dry, not taking his eyes off you as he saw the lovely, yet alluring gaze you gave him. He could only nod after a second too long, feeling too embarrassed to let you know that he really wants you to help him.
Obito 🍃
Obito didn’t even realise the condition he was in since you turned around in your sleep, staying so close to his soul — leg over his waist, arms around his body as his head nuzzled into your neck. He didn’t really sense if you were here with him since he was also not quite awake, but both of your bodies reacted before your mind can think. He pressed soft kisses on your neck, making you gasp unconsciously as you slowly moved against him. He gripped your leg higher, his own body grinding over yours.
Then, as he started to wake, Obito pressed a light kiss on your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the lust present in them mirrored his.
“Morning, baby.” You hummed, claiming his lips as he guided your body on your back, his body pressing fully against yours now, legs already parting for him until you felt his hard dick, making you moan against his mouth. He whispered against your ear as his thrusts turned firmer. “Do you see how you make me feel? Hm? Only you can do this.”
“F-Fuck, Obito…”
Obito surely likes to feel you first in the morning.
Shisui 🍃
Shisui rubbed his hand over his eyes for waking up all of a sudden. His hand landed on the small furniture next to the bed, checking the time on his phone. Hell, what's with this ungodly hour?
He glanced back at you, causing a subtle to form on his drowsy expression as he could hear the small snores leaving your lips, your palm under your right cheek.
Just before he wanted to close his eyes again, coming closer the sweet heat your body provides for him, he felt his own. Ah, waking up in a tent again?
He could feel his arousal rising as filthy thoughts filled his mind when he glanced at his hard dick and then at you. Two times. He grinned to himself. Wouldn't it be a great time to wake his baby like this?
Slowly, yet sure of himself, he placed his hand over your front, closing the distance until his warm breath was against your neck. He placed soft kisses here and here, his hand wandered over your body as his own now pressed against yours. When you guided your hips unwittingly towards him, Shisui actually let out a quiet moan. Dirty girl.
He needs to wake you up now. How do you tease him like that even in your sleep? Not like this was the first time; already knowing how vulnerable you are in the mornings, letting him feel you like that. In fact, you stated this before, shyly enough to make his heart melt on the spot.
“You can wake me up…when…you are like this.”
When you murmured, still sleepy, Shisui's moves turned bold; his hand squeezed your breast, hips meeting your unconscious movement as his dick started getting lonely by the moment.
You whispered, asking him for no real reason.
“W-What time is it?”
“Way too early.” He murmured, his lips tracing your neck with wet kisses as his hand came to tilt you until he started kissing you in an uncoordinated, sensual kiss. Just then you felt his dick pressed against your ass, eyes now fully open while he already looked at you with a smirk on his face.
“Look who woke up.”He looked down at his hardness, but you couldn't roll your eyes since you were already moaning from his slow thrusts. Shisui kneaded your ass cheeks, making room for his clothed dick to feel better over your already damp underwear since this is how you normally sleep with him. “It would be such a shame to not give it to my baby, right?”
“Shusui…”
He kissed your lips one more time. It was already too hard to waste a minute more.
“Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
Genma 🍃
Genma felt his scratchy, dry throat before he opened his eyes, sighing and sitting up as he opened the bottle of water next to the bed. Gulping almost all of it that few drops of water fell onto his bare chest. Too hot. The weather outside was unbearable, even indoors. And the night was even worse.
He looked at you then, seeing your body stretched out across the bed, barely leaving him room to sit. His mouth twitched, amused at the sight. Then, his gaze lingered over your body, your ass slightly bent sweetly toward him. The fact that you were also half-naked — wearing some shorts you’d stoled from him and a top that had ridden up enough to leave your breasts exposed—didn’t help Genma at all.
Tsk. That’s all he needed right now. To be hard while also dying of heat at the same time. He should sleep.
He tried. He really tried, palm resting under his face, body positioned to the side. But his constant fidgeting on the bed wakes you up too, and the first sound you let out is an irritated groan.
“The fuck are you doing, Shinarui?!”
Aw, someone is angry? You rolled onto your belly, putting a pillow over your head as the view was another sweet angle, ass in plain sight.
Hmm.
“Sorry, sorry.” You throw the pillow from your head since the cold part of it already starts burning as he catches it and your hand freezes mid-air.
When you peered to see him, contemplating if you should beat his ass for waking you up after you barely got to sleep because of the humidity in the room, your eyes locked on his piercing gaze and having a lapse in your judgement. You exhaled hard, dropping your head on the bed, facing him as his fingers started playing with strands of your hair, letting your face breathe from the sweat.
“It’s too damn hot.”
“Mhm. It wakes me up too.”
Your eyes open slowly, looking at him as his faint touches now traced your sides until they rested on your hip, burning the area. You glanced down. Great, Genma has a boner.
“And you decide to wake me up too?”
When he came closer, you turned around swiftly to escape him as he chuckled, not really minding the new position as his exploring touches start messing with your inner debate.
“Geeenma! It’s too hot…”
Genma starts kissing the back tenderly of your neck, brushing the hair off and murmuring against your skin. That’s true. Maybe an ice play will help next time?
“I’ll be short?”
He adjusts himself, pressing his dick against your ass. Then his hand leaving your thighs, spreading his palm across your stomach and abdomen, pulling, trying to pull you closer as if you could get any closer, feeling his heat merging with yours, already spreading inside all your body.
“I-It better be good.”
You know your taunting words are in vain; it's not like he will ever disappoint you here, letting yourself be sexually deprived.
“Of course, baby.” He sucked your earlobe slowly while his hands cradled your poor, needy breast, playing with your hard nubs, hips grinding against your ass. "When would Iever let my pretty girl be unsatisfied?”
You bite your lip, head resting against his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours, one of his hands came to squeeze your butt, and his thrust turned hungry, leaving you a desperate mess as his other hand came to lift your chin. His thumps pressed on your lips until you opened them by the moans that slipped from your lips.
“You…didn’t—!”
Genma kissed you then, shortly, his raspy breaths warming your face as his hands came to touch you where you couldn’t wait for it. His front didn’t meet your back anymore, as he took his dick out to stroke it with one hand before the other came between your legs, fingers teasing between your pussy folds before they started circling around your clit.
“Fuck. You are so wet, baby.”
He tested your entrance, his finger started fucking your pussy at the same time he stroked himself. Your pretty voice only spurred him more.
“Only for you, G-Genma—“
He groaned as his cum purred down on your ass as he prolonged the intense feeling with his hand milking himself dry. Damn, that was quick. Yet, his orgasm barely wears off until he lifts your leg as his now two fingers start thrusting inside you, making your mind blank until all the heat you feel is from him, provoked by him. And you realised you didn’t mind at all.
Madara 🍃
Madara adjusted his position, placing a hand behind his head when he woke up abruptly. He decided to stay a couple of minutes more since this day isn’t particularly eventful. He wouldn’t say out loud, but the heat emanating from your body against him was driving him closer to sleep too.
He opened one of his eyes when you woke up too, lifting your face from his naked chest as you glanced at him shortly before looking over your shoulder when you saw it was still night outside. You groaned, resting your head again him while you mumbled.
“Why can't I fucking sleep more on free days…”
You opened your eyes as his voice had a gravelly, morning tone, but your attention now was on something else entirely.
“Complaining about it will not make any difference. Go back to sleep.”
No remarks? Madara thought.You couldn’t be irritated enough to ignore him first thing in the morning just from that. You can handle more. He tilted his head to see you better, noticing your open eyes.
Ah. By the way you fidget slightly, pressing your inner thighs against his leg slowly like you didn't mean it, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
“It will go down alone. No intention behind it.” He raised an eyebrow when you gazed at him, seeing the familiar lascivious gaze in your eyes. Someone is hungry? He wasn’t phased by typical body reactions, but yours was interesting. Yet, you’re stubborn enough to not say it directly. “Say what you think, minx.”
He saw the hesitation before you dropped the sinful idea, leaning back against his chest.
“Nothing.”
He sighed. In a minute, Madara moved your body as you gasped, shocked by the sudden action, until he was towering over you. He took your hands and place them on both sides of your head.
“So my wife’s mind isn't filled now with filthy thoughts? That’s what are you saying?” You swallowed, tilting your head to the side to avoid his intense, dark gaze as his mouth twitched. “Hm?” He spoke between firm, wet kisses on your neck before lowering himself until you felt his hard dick, but you wrapped your legs invitingly around him.
“Y-You just want to hear it— Mhm! F-For your ego to get bigger.”
He squeezed your breast against his big hands, raising your shirt to suck and kiss on the skin here.
“And what if I do?” He straightened himself to take his dick out of his pants, looking at you as he spat in his mouth before stroking himself. You watched in a daze, feeling your breath cut short. “Is it that bad to fuck my wife first thing in the morning?”
Definitely not. But you wouldn’t say that out loud so soon. Only when his thrust will turn so rough and his fingers will move on your clit so sweet until a weak admission will slip past your lips.
Sasuke 🍃
The sun barely found a place between the curtains when Sasuke woke up. Not because he intended to; he still has at least half an hour before his dawn session should start, but you moved in your sleep, unconsciously chasing his body until you put your head over his chest, with your arm over him.
He let his fingers swirl barely against the strands of your hair, then rested his hand over your head until he sighed, closing his eyes for a couple of minutes —for nothing. Slowly, he start to feel an unfamiliar feeling at first until he realised when he opened his eyes again, raising slightly to see the bulge forming in his pants.
He drops his head over the pillow again, glancing shortly at you. This is not good. At all. And it got worse when you moved slightly again, humming probably at the soothing calmness his warmth provides as you always told him before while you pressed around him more, accidentally resting your leg over his dick. He grunted uncontrollably, feeling mortified as seconds passed.
Sasuke got used to you and the cuddling session you forced him into. Well, forcing is not really the truth. Even if it took time for his body to ease around you, he didn’t mind having you in his arms. You’re his lover after all. Still, this is a completely different feeling. His own body betraying him.
“Sasuke?” No. Sleep. Please, sleep.
He swallowed, not really answering. He shuts his eyes when he senses you’ll open yours, faking sleep. Yet, he betrayed himself even more when your fingers started tracing his fingers over his face, faintly — on his pretty features, tracing the line of his eyebrows, on his not-so-pale cheeks.
You stilled when his eyes opened slowly, locking on yours right away.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond, but you pressed again. “Sasuke?”
He sighed. But when he felt you wanted to break away from him, his hold intensified as he blurted out the words. “N-No. You didn’t. I was…awake.”
“Hm? Did you just fake being asleep?”
Your teasing smile fades when your eyes wander for more explanation. You almost choke on air at the same time with him, a blush formed on both of your faces and you were the first to hide in his chest.
You could feel his heartbeat pumping violently against your ear, and that really caught your attention. Slowly, you raised your head and looked at him. His attention was fully on you now. He feels restless about what you will say that his mouth stays shut.
“Do you… Can we…”
His eyes widen slightly at the same time you struggle to vocalise what you want. Your flustered expression was enough for Sasuke’s control to slip as his hand guided your back, his other cupping your face as his mouth found yours in a much-needed kiss.
That was all it took for Sasuke to not feel embarrassed, instead letting his low, deep thrust fuck your pussy until both of you were left with no air to breathe.
Naruto 🍃
Naruto inhaled your scent, his face brushing your hair as he found himself hugging you tighter against him. At that, you turned around in your sleepy state of mind, puzzling your bodies together as your hand now rested behind his neck, tugging his hair gently.
“Ghh…I don’t want to wake up.”
You chuckled, his voice waking you more as your hand goes to caress his back, whispering against his ear.
“You should, baby. You’re going to be late again.”
He didn’t really hear your words clearly since his mind started going in another direction; a shiver went down his spine as the warm air puffed from your lips touched his neck. Just then, Naruto felt something growing between his legs. Oh, no!
Naruto stilled, and your wandering hand stopped, leaning your head back to watch him.
“Naruto?”
He only glanced once at you, too shy to say something as his head lowered to hide his face from you, accidentally nuzzling his face between your breasts. Damn it! His head rose in an instant, his mouth open with his cheeks flushed hard. You giggled at the sight, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth and then on his cheek.
“What’s with this face?” He moved slightly for the inconvenient feeling down there, and that’s how you felt it — when he pushed his hips towards you, his dick touching your leg by mistake. You gulped, your own face reddened as your gaze turned a shade darker. “S-So this was the problem.”
He swiftly goes on his back before he grips the blanket from the end of the bed and covers himself, hands gripping around it, hiding half of his face.
“Naruto?”
He put his hand over his eyes, grumbling.
“This is so embarrassing!"
He looked surprised at you when your hands came on top of his, dropping them to reveal his red face. You couldn’t hide the teasing smile you showed in your voice too.
“Don’t hide! You’re kind of cute like this…”
His muscles tensed at your praise, but more when your hands came under the pillow, moving slowly towards his painfully hard dick. He followed the actions like in a daze until he turned his head sharply towards you.
"What—What are you doing?”
Your face inches apart from him now, whispering against his ear.
“Can I touch you, Naruto?”
Your hand stopped moving, fingers circling around his belly as you wait for an answer. It came pinched, desperately, which only made you touch him immediately.
"Y-yes…" Naruto moaned when he felt your palm against his pants, stroking him teasingly before your hand came under the clothes to feel his precum around your tips as you spread it around his dick. “Please—“
Naruto thinks that’s the best decision he took in all his life.
Shikamaru 🍃
With your face pressed against the pillow, sleeping on your belly until the clock rang in the whole fucking room, you groaned as you gripped another one and threw it where Shikamaru’s body probably is.
“What the hell—“
You spoke irritably.
“Turn off that fucking clock! It’s the third time it rings!”
Shikamaru’s arm was over his forehead, one of his eyes open lazily. His voice was hoarse.
“That’s for sure the best way to wake up your man in the morning.”
You turned your head towards him, glaring at him and catching him as he adjusted the pants that confined his morning wood. A pink formed on his cheek when he looked back at you, but he didn’t say anything.
“Yeah? And how should I wake my man then, huh? Since he wakes me up like this.”
Shikamaru’s eyes lingered on your body; your short pyjama pants make the curve of your body now resting on your side more appealing. When he looked back at you as you already saw his lingering gaze, knowing what his lazy ass might think right now, Shikamaru actually surprised you.
“Sorry. I’ll try to wake at the first alarm. Or…maybe I should sleep on the couch when I need to wake up before you.”
You raised an eyebrow, sensing the docile side of him surging from something else. Not that Shikamaru can’t be considerate when needed. But the way he averts his eyes when you look at him tells you that’s not really the only reason.
You start moving slowly as he follows every movement. Your tone wasn’t aggressive anymore, more taunting-like.
“You still didn’t answer my question, Shikamaru.”
The way his name falls from your lips makes him twitch in his pants. He raised himself a little as he parted his legs at the same time you came over him. He let out a heavy breath when you started living kisses from the top of him, his face, and his neck, followed by a peck on his lips as your intense gaze put him in place.
Shikamaru knows when he should definitely shut up.
You continued, your hand lifting his t-shirt to kiss him here, squeezing the muscles he usually hides as he looked on at how you bent for him, raising your ass in the air. His pupils grew when he saw your grin, looking at him under your fluttering lashes.
“Fuck…”
“So? Can you answer me, or are you too out of your genius mind?”
He gulped when you started undressing him, his pants followed by his shorts, while he didn’t know where to look at first.
“You should wake me however you want.”
You breathed a laugh, watching him shut his eyes close as you took his dick in your hand, stroking him slowly after spreading his wetness around the tip, then to the base.
“Yeah? Then don’t complain the next time.”
Shikamaru gasped when he felt your warm mouth placing kisses around him before taking him inside. His hand goes straight to your hair, struggling to grasp it in a ponytail as he already feels embarrassingly close.
“Y-yes, babe I will—Fuck!" He cut himself off when you started sucking him faster, moving your hand over the base of his dick to stroke at the same time, then cupping his full balls to play with them, showing a little attention here too.
He will keep his promise. He will definitely wake up on the first alarm from now on if things like this happen often. After all, he listens to whatever his wife says, even if he messes up sometimes until he learns his lesson. As he should.
Gaara 🍃
The first time it happened, Gaara acted in an instant. He takes your hands off him carefully, moving your body in a slow manner so as not to wake you up, and goes straight to the bathroom.
He felt guilty getting himself off in it with you in the next room. His mind was so full of blaming thoughts until he stilled when he felt a presence behind him. You whined sleepily as you came closer to him, not yet aware why Gaara would wash his hands in such an aggressive rhythm.
Meanwhile, the water still poured when you went to wash your face. When you finally saw him better, you raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Gaara, are you okay?”
Gaara didn’t say anything, too embarrassed to even move or speak until you saw the wet spot over his pants. He looked down after you already did it, and when his eyes looked into yours, his face was already the same colour as his hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes widen, finally turning to face the sink, gripping the sides of it as his head lowered, bangs covering his flustered figure.
“How could I? That will be a selfish action.”
He almost choked when he felt your touch —face pressing against his back, hands over his chest.
“Not if I wanted to.”
Gaara didn’t say anything for a minute before he finally whispered.
“I…didn’t know.”
You tilted your body until he gave you a side glance while you rise a little on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his warm cheek.
“Now you do!”
And next time, composed as he was, Gaara tried to muffle his moans with the back of his hands as you stroked him slowly, almost teasingly, enjoying every reaction he gave you as he came for you way too quickly while his body shook with pleasure.
More credits -> The rest of the fanarts are mostly from X: Shikamaru - @penac00ny ; Naruto - @Eluspac_Maru ; Madara - @uchihaiada1 ; Obito - @JorlineSlick? Not sure. Mentioned on the photo. And Gaara & Naruto from pinterest.
Forbidden sex with Naruto men. Different relationships with each character. Some are possessive, cruel, or indulgent depending on who they are. Featuring Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Omoi, Asuma, Kakashi, Yamato, and Madara.
❤︎18+ 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 ❤︎
Naruto Uzumaki → Best Friend (Too Familiar, Too Late)
The sheets are messy, tangled around your legs as Naruto fucks you from behind, sweaty blonde hair sticking to his forehead. His hands grip your waist hard, cock pistoning in with frantic, sloppy rhythm.
“You—you really shouldn’t be—” you gasp, face pressed into the pillow, voice breaking.
“Shouldn’t be what?” Naruto groans, slapping your ass, watching it ripple. “Shouldn’t be fucking my best friend? Too late.” His dick shoves deep, hitting that spot that makes you wail. “You feel too damn good to stop now.”
You twist your head to look at him, eyes wet, lips trembling. “If anyone finds out—”
“They won’t,” he pants, fucking you harder, jaw clenched like it’s life or death. “And even if they do, I don’t care. Been wanting you since forever.” His voice cracks, needy, desperate. “So take it. Be good and let me keep you right here.”
You moan his name, clenching around him, and his head drops to your back, whispering against your skin: “Wrong or not, you love it. I know you do.”
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Sasuke Uchiha → Rivalry Turned Obsession
He’s got you pinned against the wall, hands gripping your wrists above your head, his dick driving into you with a roughness that makes your knees buckle. His eyes burn, wild with the edge of something too sharp.
“You hate me. Why are you doing this?” you gasp out, head tipping back as the wall scrapes your spine. “You shouldn’t—”
“Shut up,” Sasuke bites out, thrusting harder, like punishing you for speaking at all. “You think I care what I should or shouldn’t do? I want you.” His voice drops lower, meaner. “And I always take what I want.”
Your whimper breaks into a cry, and he hisses in your ear, “Say it again. Tell me I shouldn’t.”
You do, because you can’t help yourself, and he groans, slamming into you until the frame rattles. “Exactly. Wrong. Filthy. And you’re dripping for it.”
His teeth find your shoulder, his words hot against your skin. “I’ll fuck you until you forget about the rest, and the only thing left is me.”
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Itachi Uchiha → Brother’s Best Friend
Your thighs tremble where they’re spread across his lap, his dick buried deep inside you. Itachi’s face is unreadable, his hand tracing slow circles on your hip as if the intimacy isn’t soaked in sin.
Your brown skin glistens, tits bouncing with every thrust. “You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, voice shaking. “Not with me.”
His breath brushes your ear, calm, cruel. “And yet you let me in. You opened your door. Your legs.” His hips shift, cock sliding deeper, dragging a broken cry from your throat. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head, teary-eyed, clinging to his shoulders. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to your neck. His thrusts stay measured, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world to undo you. “Your brother would hate me for this. But you—you’d hate me more if I pulled out now.”
Your words crack on a whimper. “It’s—wrong—”
“Everything I do is wrong,” he says softly, almost kind. His dick slams up harder, stealing the air from your lungs. “So be quiet, and take it. If you want forgiveness, pray after.”
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Omoi→ Ally (Professional, Supposed To Resist)
His hands tremble on your hips, cock sinking into you slow, careful. Omoi’s voice stutters in your ear, breathless. “Shit—I really shouldn’t—”
You smile through a whimper, nails dragging down his arms. “You shouldn’t be fucking me like this. Should be professional, right?” He groans, forehead pressed to yours. “Don’t… don’t say it like that. Makes me wanna—fuck—makes me wanna go harder.”
And he does. His thrusts turn frantic, desperate, his hand clamping over your mouth to stifle the moans spilling out.
You pry it away, whispering, “Too late. You’re already inside. Might as well.”
Omoi’s eyes flutter, lips parting like he’s sorry for everything, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. He leans over you like a man tending to a precious, private flame. His dick hits deep and messy, his words a blur of apologies and filth: “So warm—so perfect. I’ll make it up to you later, just… let me stay inside a little longer.”
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Asuma Sarutobi → Family Friend
Your legs shake on his thighs, stretched wide around him. Asuma’s beard scratches your cheek when he leans in close, smoke still clinging to his breath. He should’ve walked away. Should’ve remembered the way your father would look at him across a shogi table, laughing.
But here you are, slick and whimpering, clinging to his shoulders.
“You really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whisper, voice breathless, broken with a moan.
His hand palms your ass, squeezes hard enough to bruise. “Then why’s this pussy holding me like it doesn’t wanna let go?” he rasps. He drags you down harder, bottoming out, making your eyes roll back.
You shake your head, thighs trembling, “He’d be so upset if he knew.”
Asuma chuckles low, dirty, nipping at your neck. “Mhm, but you're still taking it for me, honey.” His pace turns rougher, greedy. “You know how long I’ve wanted this? You think I care if he finds out?”
Your gasp turns into a whimper, and he grinds deeper, watching your face crumble. “Go on. Tell me to stop.”
But you don’t. You can’t.
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Kakashi Hatake -> Old Sensei
You’re on your knees on his couch, hips raised, head buried in the cushions. Kakashi’s heavy cock splits you open slow, every inch dragging. His hand rests easy on your back, voice deceptively calm.
“You used to train me,” you gasp out, eyes glassy with pleasure. “You really shouldn’t—”
He cuts you off with a sharp thrust that makes your breath hitch. “Shouldn’t what? Ruin you? Feel how wet you are? You’ve been waiting for this longer than I have.”
You turn your head, cheek pressed to fabric, whispering like it’s a secret, “You were my sensei.”
His laugh is low, cruel. “Was. And look at you now—arched up, begging for cock. Tell me to stop.”
But you push back instead, taking him deeper.
Kakashi groans, hand sliding into your coils, tugging your head back so he can see your face. “I’ll stop when you stop clenching around me.” His thrusts get sharper, harder, filling the room with the slap of skin. “Go on, sweet girl. Tell me how wrong it is while you drip all over me.”
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Yamato → Commanding Officer
His wood release binds your wrists above your head, body pinned against his chest. His dick stretches you full, grinding slow, deep. He observes everything: your flushed face, the glow of your skin, the way your rationale slips with your mind.
“This is—ahh—wrong,” you whisper, writhing helpless in his hold. “You really shouldn’t—”
Yamato’s voice is quiet but sharp in your ear. “You think I care about right or wrong when you look like this? When you squeeze me this tight?” His hand slides to your throat, tilts your head back. “Sweet little Chunin, acting like she doesn’t want it while dripping down my cock.”
You whimper, “You’re my superior—”
He chuckles dark, biting your shoulder. “Exactly. And I’m ordering you to take it.” His thrusts slam sharp and deliberate, making you cry out. “No running. No hiding. You’ll learn discipline between these sheets.”
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Madara Uchiha → Leader & Superior
He doesn’t fuck you like a man. He fucks you like a conqueror. Your back’s pressed to the table in his war room, scrolls scattering to the floor with each thrust.
“Why are you—You shouldn’t be—” your voice cracks on a moan, legs shaking in the air.
Madara cuts you off with a growl, hand locking on your throat. “I shouldn’t? I decide what I should and shouldn’t do.” His dick drives in, thick and brutal, forcing cries out of you. “Your body answers better than your tongue, girl. Gripping me like it was made for me.”
You whimper, “You’re my leader—”
“And you’re mine now,” he snarls, hips snapping hard enough to rattle the table. He leans close, breath hot against your lips. “No one else will ever touch you. Wrong or not, you’ll take every drop.”
And when you cum, tears streaming, he fucks through it, smirking down at your wrecked body.
i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )
whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1
he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2
sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3
( BOUNS )
no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4
Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.
Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.
His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.
Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.
Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.
The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”
Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.
༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.
Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell how pussy drunk he gets. He’s a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.
However, he’d also be hyper aware he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him raw. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.
He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears “just the tip”, when things spiral.
The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, leaving just a few centimeters between you. He’d whine, “Baby, I can’t handle this temptation any longer. Please, can I feel your pussy?”
“Fuck, put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take more of him before he could regret it, and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.
Neji would straighten up to sit on his knees, grip one of your ankles and haul your leg over his shoulder, allowing the other leg to hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.
Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair becoming a curtain that cuts you off from the world. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, and his cock would start to throb as he toed the line of release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate plea, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji, baby — you gotta pull out!”
He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. With three quick pumps he’d cum all over your belly.
Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.
༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.
He couldn’t deny the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.
Usually when he got the urge he’d jerk himself off. Cool fingers would wrap around his warm cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly. He’d cum in a heartbeat.
It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it’s take zero effort to convince him.
Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist the sheets. The other would twist behind to smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to wait. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.
“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take the condom off, please!”
His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “So spoiled, princess.”
You’d roll onto your back, cheeks heated, chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free. Sasuke would smirk, eyes glued to his dick as it bobs once the condom pops off.
Sasuke’s jaw would go slack once you stroked his cock, the skin soft and slick from leftover lube. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he pushes all the way in. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and fuck you until he’s cum twice and you’re squirting onto his pelvis.
He would panic the next day, going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.
༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝
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Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.
For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even role play the act.
There’s no denying that Kakashi would truly want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.
In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.
Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when your pussy clenches tight. “Look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’ll let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”
You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.
Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows, fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.
“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you realized he’s close.
He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.
I want to share my opinion, of which I think is realistic. No shade, but I think some people who write these types of hcs might not be very experienced. No shade because that is like totally cool. I’m also not calling any one person out, I’ve seen a lot of these across fandoms and think the same thing every time.
BE WARNED: this is NSFW content!
Characters included: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Neji, Rock Lee, Shikamaru, Choji, Shino, Kiba, Gaara, Kankuro, Kakashi, Itachi.
Naruto Uzumaki
He thinks he’s small, but he’s not.
We’re looking at an average size. He’s probably got 5 inches, maybe a little more. No less than that, but no more than 6 inches.
Probably about average girth too. Almost, but not quite 5 inches around.
Sasuke Uchiha
I don’t like him enough to have ever given it much thought, but I’d out a guess of about 6 inches. I don’t think he’s anything too special. I doubt he’d be packing an absolute monster.
And girth wise, it’s skinny. A little below average.
Sai Yamanaka
6.5 inches. And skinny.
I haven’t much more to say. I haven’t given it thought. But unlike Sasuke, it’s not out of spite. I like Sai. I feel like he’d have some inches on him.
Neji Hyuga
He’s canonically hung. We’re talking 7.5+ inches, maybe a little more.
Based off their reactions in the bath scene, he’s a shower. Even soft he’s got a monster between his legs.
Girth is average though.
It’s somehow just as pretty as he is. It’s pale with faint dark blue veins and a flushed pink tip.
Rock Lee
I’m so sorry to my Lee fans. I still love him. But I have to say it. It’s kinda small.
No, he’s not tucking it for that green jumpsuit. He doesn’t have a print for a reason.
We’re talking 3 something soft, just barely 4 inches hard.
Average girth.
I know everybody always says “big dick energy” “small dick energy” has characteristics that should put him in the big dick category. But I’m sorry life isn’t that fair. That’s not how dick size works💔
Shikamaru Nara
7 inches.
The type to never really brag, make you guess, then nonchalantly pull out a big dick.
I don’t know about girth. I can’t decide if it’s average or above average.
Choji Akimichi
Average size around 5 inches, but very girthy.
Oh and it has a big mushroom head. I’m sure of this.
Also I know I haven’t mentioned balls yet, but I’m getting the vibes that his are bigger than average.
Shino Aburame
AGAIN, canonically hung!! I feel like he’s bigger than Neji though. And he’s definitely a shower.
He’s VERY big. Nearly 9 inches, but maybe not quite.
Average girth, luckily.
It’s got a prominent upward curve. One prominent vein, rest are faint.
Kiba Inuzuka
This is one where I say the “dick energy” shit is a good measure. He doesn’t have super small energy, but it’s not giving hung energy.
4.5 inches, but definitely girthy.
He has fairly big balls though. I once saw somebody say he has breeder balls. Probably.
Probably has an angry red tip.
Sabaku no Gaara
6.3 inches. Very specific, but the number came to me. Average girth.
Pretty dick too. Not much of a curve and a pink tip. Not very prominent veins.
Sabaku no Kankuro
6 inches. Very girthy.
It’s definitely a bit darker and has a more purple flush than the rest of his body. Prominent veins.
Mushroom tip.
Kakashi Hatake
8 inches. Average girth.
It’s not really darker than the rest of his body, but it’s usually a bit lighter, but when hard it has a purple hue.
But he definitely is very awkward and doesn’t really know what to do with it in practice, despite his books he reads. (Tho he’d get the hang of it quickly)
Itachi Uchiha
Definitely another with a pretty dick.
7 inches. Skinny on the girth side.
Faintly pink tip.
Slight curve upward and just barely to the left.
I needed to get this information out there. Thanks for reading it!
itachi fills you w his load after an akatsuki meeting ₊˚⊹
it started a few months ago — sexual tension on missions, intense eye contact during meetings, the occasional brush of your thigh against his…
it was you who caved first, obviously. you ended up admitting you wanted itachi, touch starved and weak when it came to him.
ever since then, you’re unable to stay away from him, self restraint completely out the window.
akatsuki meetings now almost always ended with itachi finding you after, bending you over the nearest surface once everyone else had left.
he needed you just as much as you needed him — yet he’d never admit it.
itachi fucks you with deep, precise strokes that have your eyes rolling back, hips snapping forwards in a perfect, steady rhythm. "there’s no need to be quiet. let me hear you,” he purrs, voice stoic as always with a twinge of desperation.
you moan louder, pussy fluttering and clenching around itachi’s dick, obscene, wet sounds echoing around the room. "itachi — you make me feel so — mnnn — good," you mewl.
his grip on your hips was usually firm, bruising, almost — holding you where he wants you, silently letting out everything he keeps inside.
but tonight? he was gentler, like after all these months, he can finally let his guard down around you, just a little.
with no warning, he flips your position, encouraging your legs around his waist and carrying you effortlessly over to the nearest wall.
you gasp softly as he pins you there, the cold stone biting your back as he lines himself up again, pushing in slowly.
for the first time, you hear him groan without holding back, only making you needier. you swear those eyes have you hypnotised, gazing into yours as he starts to rock his hips again, this position allowing him to go deeper.
he reaches all the spots you can’t, thick tip brushing your cervix with every thrust. "r-right there—" you moan, mouth gaped open from pleasure.
"feels good there, hm?" he rasps, a slight strain in his voice.
your fingernails rake down his back, leaving angry red lines as he fucks you closer to orgasm — your enthusiasm only seeming to spur him on.
"don’t — ahnnn! — stop," you beg pathetically, teetering on the edge. "you’re demanding tonight," he groans, lips inches from yours.
just as you’re about to cum, he kisses you, swallowing your sweet moans, pulling away only a centimetre to pant against your mouth. “you’re beautiful like this," he says quietly, almost like he’s talking to himself.
creamy white rings form at the base of his cock, producing more lewd sounds as he fucks you through your orgasm, his own release creeping up on him.
you almost smile at the fact he kissed you — something he very rarely does, seeing it as ‘too intimate.’
yet this was the most intimate moment you’ve shared so far, foreheads pressed together as he continues to snap his hips forward. "you have no idea," he grunts, "…what you do to me."
before you can even think about responding, his hips stutter, a warm, thick load of cum filling you. itachi grips your thighs tighter as he cums, painted fingernails leaving indents in your skin.
his thrusts slow gradually, becoming more controlled again, drops of cum seeping out from your used hole.
your knees buckle as he lowers you back to the floor, pulling out as he does, strong hands holding you steady — almost like he cared.
