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 ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
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 Uchiha helping you find pleasure from penetration.
Proofread: I tried my best! | Word count: ~8k | Warnings: MDNI! Smut, lifelong friends to lovers, pwp, fem!reader has no idea how to feel pleasure from penetration, slow burn pace, "poetic" dirty talk, a bit of praise kink, overstimulation, squirting (1st time), cunnilingus, fingering, mutual masturbation, deep (protected) penetration, and aftercare. Itachi is in his mid-20s, so not fully canon-compliant. Readers are free to scroll past if this specific character interpretation does not align with their comfort levels.
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A/n: shout out to Amy Daws and her book "Blindsided" that I read in 2024 and inspired this. You're the man, Amy! I truly hope you guys like it. After I was done and went back to review the writing, I felt like I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. Enjoy! 🖤
"Ah, baby, that was nice," your boyfriend exhaled, his chest heaving as he rolled off you and stared blindly up at the ceiling. His arm now resting behind his head. You stared at the exact same ceiling, feeling entirely numb.
Sex with him was always a scripted and very hollow routine. He would crawl over you with barely a scrap of foreplay, thrust his hips a handful of times, and declare himself satisfied. Just like this.
No passion.
No consuming warmth.
No lingering intimacy.
And you craved more. You wanted more. You wanted to feel like you were wanted in this relationship instead of feeling like just a toy. On your best days, if you completely detached your mind and truly concentrated, you could sometimes coax a tremor out of your own body from the clumsy, rushed way his fingers grazed your sensitive cluster of nerves. But it was never enough. You didn’t feel whole, you didn’t feel satisfied.
You lie there, the cool night air settling into the empty space between your bodies on the mattress. Your relationship had been perfectly normal so far, but entirely devoid of high thrills. He wasn't malicious; he was just the absolute pinnacle of the bare minimum. He remembered to text you back eventually. He brought you takeout, but usually only because he was already hungry and passing the food stall anyway, or had eaten on his way home and brought you the leftovers.
He would sit beside you and nod while you spoke, but his eyes were always glued to whatever scroll or game was in his hands. It was the kind of mundane, low-effort companionship that made you question if you were simply expecting too much from romance. You knew that sex wasn’t everything in a relationship, of course not. But how could you be happy if your needs were not being tended to in all areas when you had always gone above and beyond for him?
You pulled the rumpled sheet up to your chest and sat up, your gaze dropping to your hands resting in your lap. You gathered whatever courage you had left to finally bridge the gap.
"Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something. I actually went to a medical-nin the other day." He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow, his brow furrowing. "Are you sick?"
"No, no, I'm healthy," you reassured quickly, chewing on the inside of your cheek. "It’s just... I haven't been able to... finish. From penetration. And I thought maybe something was physically wrong with me, but the medic said everything is completely fine. So, I was thinking... maybe we could try something different? Switch things up a bit?"
The air in the room instantly soured. The easygoing, post-coital haze vanished from his face, entirely replaced by a defensive line. "Try something different?" he echoed in a completely flat tone. "Are you saying there's something wrong with how I do it?" "What? No, that's not what I said at all," you backpedaled, you could feel your chest tightening. You wanted to avoid confrontation; this was never your end goal here.
"I'm just saying my body needs something else to get there." He let out a humorless scoff, throwing the sheets off his legs and standing up. He reached for his clothes scattered across the floor. "Right. So I'm the problem. I've never had a girl complain before, so if it's not working for you, I don't know what to tell you."
"Are you seriously getting mad right now?" you asked, stunned, watching him strap his weapons pouch to his thigh. You were fortunate enough to be able to get him to spare some time for you after he came back from his latest mission, which, now, looking at him dressing up, you wondered how he even made it out of the academy with passing grades.
Konoha must be REALLY in need of shinobi!
"I'm not mad. You’re being overly emotional with this shit! I'm just not going to sit here and be told I'm bad in bed just because your body can't figure it out," he muttered, grabbing his green vest. He didn't even look at you as he walked toward the door. "If sex is going to be this complicated, maybe we shouldn't force it. Let's just call it quits. See ya."
See ya?
See. Ya.
What the hell just happened?
Did he…?
Did he just….?
The click of the door closing echoed in the agonizingly suffocating room. It wasn't the breakup that hurt; it was the sheer audacity.
Five months of dating had ended in a five-minute conversation simply because you dared to ask for more. You were left sitting alone in the dark, half-broken and half-stunned, a sickening realization settling in your gut.
He had never added anything to your life. He had only ever been using you for your body so far.
The sounds of Konoha usually offered a comforting white noise, but today they just felt like an annoying reminder that the world was moving on while you were stuck in a humiliating standstill—like your body didn’t even belong to your own desires anymore.
It had been three days since your ex walked out.
Three days.
Three stupid days.
Three days of replaying that pathetic, five-minute conversation until your pride was completely raw, like you needed to kneel on the dirt to scrape it back.
You hadn't realized your feet had carried you toward the quieter shaded outskirts of the Uchiha compound until the scent of brewing tea grounded your wandering mind. Surely enough, Mikoto was brewing one of your favorites, and it brought a feeling of comfort to you. You’ve always felt cozy when stepping into the Uchiha side of the village.
"You are walking with the posture of someone carrying a very heavy burden." You winced, snapping your head up to look at the owner of that voice. Itachi stood near the edge of his family's engawa. He wasn't wearing his standard flak jacket, just a simple blue yukata that made him look incredibly domestic, probably on one of his almost non-existent days off. His dark eyes analyzed the exhausted shadows under your eyes and the unyielding tension completely locking up your shoulders.
“Oh, hi, Itachi. Just... lost in thought, I guess.” You tried to force a polite smile. It completely failed. “Is your mom at home? I really need to talk to her, if she’s available.”
"I’m afraid not. She left just a few minutes ago and should return before nightfall.” “I see… well, alright then.” And you simply stood there, thinking about your next steps.
Who could be the other person to help you navigate this terrible moment of insecurity and uncertainty that surrounded you completely? You needed a new lifeline.
Itachi didn't push. He simply scooted to the side, gesturing toward the polished wooden deck. “But her tea is freshly brewed. Come. Sit with me."
You shouldn't have.
You knew you shouldn’t, because your mind was simply not there at all. But at this point, you might as well just burn your bridges to your childhood friend.
All of them.
You were a chaotic mess. But the quiet safety radiating from him was a gravity you couldn't resist. You slipped off your sandals and sank onto the wood by his side, letting the tranquil rustle of the wind through the willow trees soothe your edgy nerves.
He poured the tea with meticulous care. The ceramic clinked softly against the saucer. He didn't demand answers, allowing the ambient sounds of the koi pond in front of you to do the heavy lifting. He gave your mind the exact space it needed to unravel. And unravel it did.
You hadn't planned on telling him. Why would you? Your friendship with Itachi was a completely normal one, and you had never shared any deep secrets like this. But staring into the swirling green liquid in your cup, the humiliating truth started to spill right out of your lungs.
You told him about your clinic visit, the vulnerability of asking for a change, and the immediate shattering of an ego and the pathetic, indifferent dismissal that followed. Itachi listened attentively. He didn't interrupt or offer empty platitudes. And he didn’t seem surprised at all. Or at least that’s what you thought, because you couldn’t really read his expressions. Ever. At all.
"Sometimes these things happen," he murmured finally. His gaze remained fixed on the water of the koi pond, his profile perfectly sculpted and entirely unreadable. "Everyone's body is different, and everyone's body reacts differently."
You expected him to leave it at that, not say anything else or offer any sort of comfort. Itachi’s personality was far from that, and you knew it. You knew better than to sulk in front of him. The last time you did, you were kids, and he literally poked - gently - your forehead before smiling and leaving.
He shifted his weight, preparing to stand, but his eyes suddenly cut back to yours as you turned to face him. The intensity in his stare practically pinned you to the floorboards, leaving you unable to move, to follow his movements, to stand up and leave.
"Or maybe," the words slipped out with seriousness. "He simply did not know how to take care of you properly. How to satisfy your body's needs."
He simply did not know how to take care of you properly.
You stared at him, completely in awe, with a glow of heat rushing straight to your cheeks. But Itachi merely adjusted the collar of his yukata, his expression smoothing back into its stoic mask, as if he hadn't just dropped a bomb on your lap.
"I promised to train with Sasuke," he excused himself, brushing past you with the fluid elegance of a ghost only he carried with such grace. “You’re welcome to stay and take all the time you need here. Drink the tea before it gets cold." And just like that, he vanished into the trees, leaving you entirely alone with a realization that set your blood absolutely on fire.
What you didn't see was how he stopped the absolute second he was out of your sight. You didn't hear the exhale that escaped his lungs, or see the way he closed his eyes, fighting to maintain his self-control. He had just intentionally crossed a line he had spent a lifetime protecting, practically begging you to look at him as a man with desires instead of just a safe, untouchable friend.
He had planted the seed. Now, all he could do was wait to see if it would grow.
His words had haunted you ever since you left his family’s house. They echoed in the quiet of your room for who knows how many agonizing days, rewriting everything you thought you knew about your own body, until the sheer weight of your intrusive thoughts finally drove you out of the house.
You had known Itachi Uchiha for almost your entire life. Growing up in the same village, with parents who had known each other for what seemed like ages, your friendship had always been a steady constant. Not awkward nor strained. You had shared countless conversations, sitting in the clearings or walking the market streets when your paths crossed. Itachi was the perfect example of a low-maintenance friendship, and you were completely fine with that.
You knew his habits.
You knew his quiet quirks.
And now you even stood outside the bakery around the corner from his clan’s compound for ten solid minutes, totally paralyzed. You debated whether to buy a skewer of tricolor dango or a sweet red bean bun before coming to see him, hoping his favorite sugar rush might somehow soften the inappropriate conversation burning in your throat.
But you walked away empty-handed because no amount of dango could change the fundamental truth about him, about how he was notoriously vague, how he was a closed-off, untouchable golden child who kept his private life locked behind an impenetrable fortress, which was exactly why you were currently making a complete fool of yourself.
What am I even THINKING?
You were on your fifth frantic lap around the perimeter of his estate, entirely unable to force your feet to step onto the actual property. You were beating around the bush, completely terrified of ruining a lifelong friendship, regardless of how close you two were. Your treacherous mind simply wouldn't let go of his voice, of his damn words.
Well, it’s not like I don’t have other friends, right? If he ditches our friendship, I’ll be just fine. Yes, I WILL be fine!
What if Mikoto finds out? She might think I’m one of those women and ban me from ever seeing them again.
Shit, shit, SHIT!
You were so lost in your own panic that you didn't even hear his footsteps approach. The only warning you received was the weight of his long fingers wrapping around your wrist. You froze as his thumb rested perfectly over your racing pulse point, feeling the frenzied rhythm of your heart.
"How many more times do you plan on walking the radious of my home?" Itachi's voice was a soothing buzz that vibrated straight down your spine.
Had his voice always sounded so good before?
When did admiration turn into desire?
Control yourself, seriously!
He didn't sound angry or impatient, or even slightly annoyed. He was just observant, his gaze, always intense, pinning you exactly where you stood. "Are you looking for something? My mom should be home toda—"
"No, I'm not...not looking for your mother," you blurted out, the words tumbling past your lips before your common sense could stop them. "Actually...I-I was wondering if we could talk? Over some tea?" He didn't hesitate, though he seemed surprised, offering a formal nod as he guided you inside the house.
The low table felt like an executioner's block as a bead of sweat threatened to drop from your temple. You sat rigidly on the cushion, watching him serve the tea with the same fluid elegance he applied to everything. Or, at least, you hoped that it was to everything.
"I was thinking about what you said the other day," you started, your voice sounding entirely too small for the stifling silence of the room. "About...body needs." He took a slow sip of his tea, nodding once. “May I ask you a personal question, Itachi?”
He nodded again, his eyebrow curving just a bit. You forced the words out in a single breath, asking him if he had ever made a woman feel good under him. The ceramic rim stalled a millimeter from his lips.
Why is the clock on the wall sounding so loud all of a sudden?
"I'm so sorry, Itachi, I shouldn't have—"
"I suppose I cannot discuss any private matters I have had with past lovers," he interrupted softly, resting his teacup back onto the table. His dark eyes held your panicked stare, but not enough to fully ground you in the moment. "But I have never received a complaint. Let us put it like that."
"I see," you whispered, feeling the heat in your cheeks burning absolutely out of control. The silence stretched thickly between you again. But Itachi was not dumb, and you’d be even dumber to think he could not see deep into your soul, with or without his Sharingan.
"I believe it is time for you to truly say what you have been wanting to say since you were pacing nervously outside.” You were the one who nearly choked on your tea this time. You set the cup down with an ungraceful clatter, staring at the wooden table as if it were the most interesting thing in the room to avoid his gaze.
"Itachi... how long have we known each other?"
"Almost our whole lives, I would say."
You swallowed the thick lump that formed in your throat for the second time, your pride completely abandoning you as you asked him the ultimate question. “Do you think you, maybe you…Perhaps we can…But only if—” You closed your eyes and took it as your turn to drop the bomb right back at him. “Do you think you could help me practice more and discover my body’s needs? Just once. To try different positions so I can finally find a release.”
Itachi went entirely, utterly, completely still. The only betrayal of his composure was the microscopic tremor of his pinky finger resting against his cup.
Had you just managed to break down his composure with your words?
His silence became a physical weight, the anxiety violently clawing at your throat. "I'm sorry," you gasped, scrambling to your feet and almost falling down when standing up. You grabbed whatever was left of your dignity while bowing your head in absolute shame. "This is terribly inappropriate. Please forgive me. I shouldn’t have come. I’ll get going now.”
You didn't give him a single second to respond before you practically ran from the room. You fled back into the safety of your house, knowing well enough that this conversation would randomly keep you awake at 3 AM forever.
But you weren't the only one about to lose your sleep.
Back in the quiet of his house, Itachi remained entirely frozen where you had left him. He stared at the empty cushion you left behind, his Sharingan bleeding into his eyes in the room purely on instinct as his blood roared violently in his ears. You had just handed him the exact weapon he needed to claim you after so many years, and the restraint it took not to follow you home right then and there nearly ate him alive.
You avoided him like the plague for an entire week. And you planned to keep it that way for as long as necessary.
Your daily routine became a masterclass in evasion. At this point, you could easily become a covert shinobi, and you had never even set foot inside the academy.
You walked strictly to and from work, kept your head down, avoiding the usual streets that would make you and Itachi cross paths on the street. You avoided the clearings you knew he favored, and even had to deny Mikoto’s invitation to dinner when she saw you at your workplace. You practically sprinted through the market whenever you needed groceries.
Most importantly, you completely abandoned the bakery on that corner. The mere thought of accidentally bumping into him while he bought his favorite sweets was enough to send your heart into a nauseating spiral.
If I never see him again, I will literally never have to explain myself.
It was a flawless, if cowardly, plan.
Right up until it wasn't.
You didn't know that your absence was driving him absolutely feral. You thought you were being slick by dodging him in the market, but Itachi was not stupid. He had known you his entire life. He knew your routines, the corners you favored, the alleys you used to cut through the village, and the exact minute your shift ended, even if you had overtime.
He let you play your little game of hide-and-seek, giving you exactly one week to panic and process the tension snapping between you two. Because at the end of the day, you could avoid his paths all you wanted, but he knew exactly where to find you when the time came.
You had just returned home from an exhausting shift, kicking off your sandals with a heavy sigh of relief. The only good part of your day was the beautiful sunset hue that seemed to embrace you while you walked back to the comfort of your place. The absolute second the door clicked shut behind you, a melodic knock echoed through the wood. You froze, very aware that you were not expecting any visitors or deliveries.
Another knock.
Patient.
Unyielding.
Your hands felt entirely too cold, slick with a sudden sweat, as if your body intrinsically knew exactly who was behind that door.
Maybe, just maybe, if I stay perfectly still, the person will go away, right?
Wrong.
Another knock.
Gathering what little courage you still had, somehow, you pulled the door open, completely (un)prepared for the sight waiting on your porch. Itachi stood cloaked in the evening shadows as the sunset gave away the space to the dark night sky. In his right hand, he held a small, dark silk pouch, his long fingers wrapped loosely around the drawstrings. "Hello."Your lungs instantly forgot how to function.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Not him!
"I-Itachi, h-hi," you stammered, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the doorframe for dear life. "Uhm, can I help you?"
"You ran quite fast last week," he stated, stepping over your threshold without really waiting for an invitation, effectively trapping you in the entryway. "You did not give me the chance to deepen our conversation. I felt like I had no say in it." You swallowed hard as his intoxicating scent completely invaded your personal space, your home.
"I thought about your offer for the entire week," he continued with his voice dropping into a hypnotic cadence. "I am deeply honored that you trust me with such a delicate vulnerability. Though I kept thinking if our bond would deepen after such an offer, or break entirely.”
He stopped mere inches from you, using the back of his heel to slowly push the door shut behind him. "But I need you to know," he added, completely serious. "Regardless of the outcome today, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you." You stared at the small silk pouch dangling from his fingers, your mind entirely blanking out.
Outcome of today? What is… Wait, what?
"Wait... what do you mean, the outcome of today?"
"You came to me asking for help," his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. "What kind of friend would I be to deny you your personal struggles? To abandon you in a predicament like this."
Your brain completely short-circuited. You stood frozen in your own entryway, acutely aware of the massive heat radiating from his large frame. "Right," you squeaked, your voice jumping a pathetic octave. "So... where do we... uhm, what do we..."
Itachi watched your agitated stammering with an unreadable expression, though amusement seemed to swim in his eyes. "For starters, we can relocate to your bedroom," his tone as smooth as glass with no signs of nervousness whatsoever. "If you are comfortable. If you still want this."
"Right. No, I want this," you babbled. "My room. Okay! Right."
He tilted his head just a bit, his gaze lazily drifting over your shoulder toward the small living room. "Unless you would prefer I take you right there on your couch." Your breath completely stopped.
"What?"
"What?" Itachi echoed. You opened your mouth to argue, but no sound came out. You spun on your heel instead, marching down the short hallway and past your living room toward your bedroom, purely to escape the weight of his stare. He followed silently behind you, his quiet footsteps a terrifying reminder of exactly what you had just invited into your house.
Danger.
The second you crossed the threshold of your bedroom, the reality of the situation crashed directly into your spine. This was your sanctuary, and Itachi Uchiha was standing right in the middle of it. You stood entirely too rigid at the edge of the mattress. Your hands were trembling so badly that you had to clasp them together on top of your thighs.
He didn't miss the movement. He didn't miss anything. "You are nervous,” he observed, setting the silky pouch onto your nightstand.
"Well," a borderline hysterical little laugh escaped your mouth. "I've never exactly had an appointment to have sex before." A low puff of genuine amusement escaped his chest. He crossed the small distance between you, his hands coming up to gently cup the sides of your flushed face. But as his dark eyes searched yours, the carefully constructed mask of 'the stoic best friend' finally slipped.
For a fraction of a second, you saw a raw devotion burning in his gaze, like a silent admission of exactly how hard it had been for him to stand by and watch you doubt yourself because of somebody else.
"I would call it a walk-in, if you will,” he purred, stepping closer to you. His thumbs brushed soothing circles against your cheekbones, melting the tension straight out of your muscles. “But it is just practice."
You hadn’t realized what Itachi was doing until now, but the moment his touch found your face, you knew his game was on. He was building the pace, slowly setting the tone and the vibe in ways that your body was not used to. Tonight, Itachi would give you what no one else could, and you really weren’t ready for it.
The bedroom felt too small with Itachi standing in it. Your hands were still clasped tightly on your thighs, your knuckles white, your eyes squeezed shut as if darkness could somehow rewind time and take back the foolish offer you had made.
"You are doing it again."
"Doing what?"
“You’re nervous, overthinking. Trying to force your body to feel something through willpower only.” His thumbs brushed your cheekbones again, slower this time. "Let go. You don't need to try so hard."
A shaky exhale left your lungs. It was exactly what you had always demanded from yourself ever since you had started dating your ex 5 months ago —just relax, just try harder, what's wrong with you?
But Itachi was offering some kind of peace of mind to you like a gift.
"I can't just turn it off, Itachi," you whispered. “After the breakup, that conversation made me feel like I was...broken."
"You are not broken," his tone left absolutely no room for argument. "You have simply never been taken care of properly. We’ve already covered this part, didn't we?”
His hands slid from your face, his long fingers finding the hem of your shirt. "May I?" You nodded, and Itachi leaned in. His mouth covered yours. It wasn't rushed or demanding like you had previously experienced; it was more of a ruinous yet soft claiming that completely silenced the racing of your mind.
You let out a tiny gasp, and he swallowed the sound, his tongue sliding effortlessly past your lips to taste you for the very first time that night.
The kiss was a physical tether, melting the rigid tension straight out of your muscles as he guided your back down against the sheets. You went willingly, melting into the bed as the heavy dip of his weight followed you down. He didn't break the kiss as his hands gripped the hem of your shirt, only removing his mouth from yours when pulling the fabric up and over your head before tossing it to the floor.
His bare palms settled warmly against your waist. The contrast of his touch sent a delicious shiver straight down your spine as he positioned himself completely into the V of your thighs. That immediately made your cunt pulse.
He caged you in with his arms, hovering just inches above your chest like a heavy blanket of night-blooming florals and adamant focus. Your upper body was completely exposed, only the delicate fabric of your bra holding your breasts as they practically begged to be set free, to finally feel his touch.
Itachi slowly pulled back from the kiss, his lips slick and his breathing slightly heavier. "Look at me," he rasped, his hot breath grazing your collarbone. The deep sound of his voice now becoming a sweet melody in your ears.
You forced your eyes up to meet his, drowning in the pure intensity of his gaze as it mapped every inch of your exposed skin. He wasn't looking at you like an object, or an obligation, or a chore to be rushed through, but like you were a prayer he had no right to whisper, but every intention of answering.
His gaze dragged over the swell of your breasts barely contained by the thin fabric, the rapid flutter of your pulse at the base of your throat betraying your panic. You felt entirely too seen, stripped bare in a way that had nothing to do with the clothes you were shedding.
Was this really a good idea?
His palms traced a worshipping path up your ribcage, his calloused thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through the lace. A cracked sound escaped your throat before you could trap it. Your eyes squeezed shut on instinct—that desperate need to force your body to warm up and feel something, like you had to do all the work, to concentrate, to wring out the pleasure you had been told you were incapable of feeling.
“My eyes are right here, sweetheart,” Itachi whispered close to your mouth. “I am the one holding you tonight. And I intend to treat you exactly how you were always meant to be treated.” You opened your eyes, promising yourself you’d not close them anymore unless you were feeling too much pleasure; that was the only exception.
His right hand moved to the clasp of your bra, the fabric gave way, and he slid the straps down your shoulders, tossing the lace aside to join your shirt on the floor. The cool air of the room kissed your skin, but Itachi was right there to warm it, his palms settling heavily over your breasts. He didn't maul or grab; he weighed them in his hands, his thumbs teasing lazily over your tight and hardened peaks, coaxing a ragged moan from your throat.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, and you nodded. “What about now?” His mouth dropped to one of your breasts and closed on it.
The shock of his wet heat against the sensitive peak was a lightning strike that arched your back off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your lips before you could stifle it. He didn't rush; his tongue swirled in slow circles that seemed to pull the tension right from your marrow and replace it with a liquid heat that pooled heavy and demanding between your thighs.
Your fingers found their way into his hair, the dark silken strands sliding against your skin, anchoring you to that moment as he alternated between gentle, teasing flicks and the firm, suctioning pressure that made your toes curl. It was unlike anything you had ever felt— not the mechanical fumbling you were used to.
It was focused.
"So responsive," he cooed against your skin, the vibration of his words humming straight into your blood. "I have barely touched you, and I have a feeling that you are already soaking wet." His mouth strayed to your other breast, sucking and slowly nibbling your nipple.
Your hips rocking up and down, trying to glue onto his. The embarrassment should have burned you, but his voice was dripping with such genuine reverence that it only fanned the flames.
His mouth began a descent, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the center of your ribs, over the soft plane of your stomach, dipping teasingly into your navel. Every inch of skin he claimed felt worshipped, marked by a concentration that terrified you as much as it thrilled you.
When his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, you instinctively tensed, whispering that this was the moment the disappointment would set in.
“You have nothing to prove here," he cooed again, sensing the spike in your heartbeat. He slid the fabric down your legs, taking your underwear with it in one fluid motion, leaving you bared to him completely. The heat of his gaze searing into your exposed cunt was absolute fire.
He settled himself between your thighs, his shoulders pushing your legs wider, wider, until you were completely splayed open for him, settling his broad shoulders between your thighs. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, then another higher up, his hot breath fanning over your dampening folds.
"Itachi—" you gasped, your hands flying back to his dark hair."It's okay," he whispered against your skin. "I got you," his eyes locking onto yours from his vantage point, looking like a dark angel ready to devour you whole. He lowered his head, and the first slow drag of his flat tongue against your folds obliterated every coherent thought in your mind.
You wrapped your legs around his heavy head and let his tongue swim toward salvation.
Your fingers tangling desperately in his hair as he began to work you with a patience that promised to ruin you. He consumed every part of his act. His tongue painted long stripes through your folds, gathering your slick before circling your clit with so much care that it made your vision blur. The movements of his muscle made you roll your eyes every time its warmth pooled over your cunt again.
His mouth blew a breeze of cool air on your clit, and that alone made you squeeze his head between your thighs.
"Oh, fuck. Itachi, do that again, please..." You cried out between a moan, you could feel his smile as he blew again, before sucking on your clit ferociously. But it was the slow intrusion of his finger that shattered you. He pressed it deep, crooking upward in a beckoning motion that hit a spot inside you that felt foreign—too sensitive, too raw.
You gasped, your hips jerking away instinctively, but his free arm spread out heavily across your pelvis, locking you in place against the mattress.
"No, stay with me," Itachi commanded, his voice muffled against your cunt and stripped of the gentleness he had when he first took you in his arms. He added a second finger, the stretch making your breath hitch, and began a relentless scissoring motion that opened you up, thrusting in tandem with the rhythm of his mouth.
You had never experienced anything so delicious like this, even after the countless sex nights you had with your ex. You didn't need to focus now on trying to feel the pleasure because it was consuming every inch of you.
The pressure built rapidly with a tightening coil in your lower belly that felt close to pain but infinitely better. This specific sensation, a deep, throbbing need to release something that felt dangerous, like holding back a tidal wave with a crumbling dam, was new.
"A-ah—'tachi," the nickname slipping out unbidden as your fingers tightened desperately in his hair, trying to pull him away. The sound of his name—his name, falling from your lips—sent a jolt straight to his core. He had spent years listening to you talk about so many things, your life, your work, your relationships, but the absolute high of hearing you sob for him made his jaw clench with a possessive need.
His free hand held your wrist, removing it from his hair. Only his eyes were visible, the rest of him hiding under your wet folds. "Unless you want me to fully stop, I suggest you don't try to take me away from this sweet cunt."
You whispered a "right," almost embarrassed, and he went back to work, sucking your clit into his mouth just as his fingers curled ruthlessly against that spongy patch inside you. His movements picking up a faster pace, like he knew you were only a few seconds away from coming undone for the first time in the night.
A quivering heat swelled in your belly, your muscles contracting tighter with every wet suck of his mouth, with every thrust of his fingers. You felt yourself clenching desperately around him, the wet sounds filling the quiet room.
"Itachi, wait, I feel like I'm going to—something is—"His tongue struck your sensitive clit, and the coil snapped. Your back bowed off the bed, a moan tearing from your throat as a gush of liquid heat surged from you, soaking his hand and chin. It was violent, overwhelming, a crashing wave that wiped out every memory of shame and replaced it with pure ecstasy. You pulsed around his fingers, your cunt fluttering wildly as the pleasure tore through you in spasms that left you boneless.
Itachi didn't pull away; he worked you through it, prolonging the aftershocks with gentle laps of his tongue, swallowing your every drop until you were a trembling gasping mess beneath him. When he finally lifted his head, his face was glistening with your essence, his eyes burning with a possessive pride that made your heart stutter. For the past few days, you thought you’d never meet a soul who could speak your body’s language, until there was Itachi.
Itachi, fluent in you.
You stared up at him, chest heaving, trying to piece together the shattered fragments of your mind. The wetness beneath you was undeniable, the evidence of your pleasure painting his skin. "I... I didn't know I could..." You swallowed with a wrecked and barely audible voice. "Can you... do that again?" you asked breathless, entirely stunned by your own body. A small laugh escaped his chest—the most beautiful and unguarded sound you had ever heard from him. "I can do it as many times as you need."
He immediately obliged, his mouth descending onto you again. He coaxed a second, softer climax from you with just his tongue, his hands holding your hips down so you couldn't squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. When he finally pulled away and stood, you pushed yourself up on trembling arms.
"My turn," you said reaching for him as you sat on the bed, knees so wide open your cunt almost touched the sheets. He let you unbuckle his pants, set his cock free as he removes his black shirt, let you wrap your fingers around his thick, heavy length. But as you moved to take him into your mouth, his hand caught your chin.
"You do not have to perform for me."
"I want to make you feel good too," you argued. He smiled and took your hand, the same one that was touching him, on his. "Come," He moved to sit on the bed with his back touching the headboard. With a simple gesture, he called you over. "Let me touch yourself while you do it. I want to know you are feeling good, too." He guided you onto your side so that when your head would go down to suck him, your ass would go up.
You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, taking him deep into the wet heat of your mouth, and his hand slipped between your thighs. He cupped your soaked mound, his middle finger gliding lazily through your slick folds, alternating between gently circling your oversensitive clit and pushing a finger inside you.
squelch.
squelch.
squelch.
A muffled moan vibrated around his shaft. You stroked what you couldn't take of him with your hand, falling into a synchronized rhythm. The dual sensation of pleasing him while he played with your throbbing flesh left you completely electrified.
"Good," Itachi praised, his voice strained for the first time. His hips snapping forward to chase the slick heat of your mouth, a desperate curse falling from his lips. His hips twitched, pushing himself a bit deeper into your mouth. "Just like that, baby— fuck, you feel so good." You whimpered around him, sucking harder, your own hips grinding against his palm.
The wet sounds of your mouth on him and his fingers on you were not the only sounds echoed through the room. As you sucked Itachi's balls, he moaned your name loudly. It was messy, sensual, and unhinged, and yet, you felt safer in this vulnerable position than you ever had before. You were growing wetter every second next to him.
Itachi pulled away before he could finish, lifting your head so he could see you, your mouth full of his juices. You looked so hot right now that if the goal wasn't to help you out, he could easily claim you as his right there, making your cunt sore. He was breathing heavily, his posture cracked, his chest heaving while he craved more of your touch, but knew he needed to save all of this energy for what was about to happen.
He reached for the dark silk pouch on the nightstand, the one you were curious about when you saw him holding it, but forgot about. He opened it, pulling out a small gray foil packet.
A condom.
Of course, he came prepared.
He tore it open with his fingers and rolled the latex down his thick length with practiced ease. It made you think how many times he had done it before. "Let me make you feel good now," you crawled over to him, as he guided you to straddle his lap, your knees bracketing his hips. The broad pink head of his cock nudged your entrance, and you froze, your eyes wandering down to his chest. What if it didn't work? What if you still couldn't—
"Keep your eyes on mine." His hands settled on your hips, stilling your trembling. "I'm here for you, for your needs.” His hand brushed your jaw, his fingers grabbing your chin to make you focus on him. Your eyes found his gaze waiting for you, your arms around his shoulders, and your face came closer to his. He analyzed every single feature. Your eyes, your nose, your lips. Everything.
Taking a deep breath, you slowly sank down. The stretch was a fulfilling pressure as he glided into you inch by inch. You stopped when he was fully seated inside you, adjusting to the fullness. Slowly, you began to roll your hips, twerking on his cock. Itachi leaned forward, his mouth finding your collarbone as his thumb found your clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight circles, matching the grinding cadence of your hips.
"That's it. Such a good girl. See how well you are taking me?" The friction was different. Deeper. The angle pushed his length directly against that pleasant spot inside you, while his thumb sent electric shocks rocketing through your nervous system.
You rolled your hips faster, chasing the sensation. “I-Itachi—" you moaned, feeling every nerve on your body, every sensation, every inch being consumed by him. Itachi leaned his head back against the headboard, his jaw clenched, his breathing ragged, looking at you like you were both his salvation and his downfall.
You kept going, your second orgasm collapsing over you as his fingers played with your nerve bundle. But still, he knew this was not the one you were craving, not the feeling you were chasing after.
“C’mere,” he rasped, his hands tightening on your hips. He shifted, turning your bodies so now you were the one under him. His hands shoved your thighs up until they touched your belly, your kneecaps close to your nipples. He sank right back, leaning forward as his hands supported his body. This angle was even deeper.
"Slower this time,” he growled, his voice thick with pulsing need. "Feel where I am inside you. Feel how your body responds."
"You feel s'good inside of me right now."
"Good, I want to feel your cunt clenching around my cock until you can't take it anymore," he breathed, reaching one of his hands to cup one of your breasts. Itachi's dirty talk game was different, full of praise for you and you only. You could literally cum just by being overwhelmed by his words.
Instead, you gasped, pleading for more, and he let out a hissed curse through his teeth.He began to thrust into you.
Deep. Unrelenting.
"Ah—'tachi please, keep going," you mewled, your hips writhing to capture every inch of him. Because of the angle, his cock dragged continuously against your G-spot with every stroke. The pressure was building again, that same wave from before, but this time it was intensified by the feeling of him moving inside you.
"Itachi—" you whimpered, your nails digging into the forearm close to your waist. “too much— Oh, ’ts too deep.” Hearing you beg for him, moan his name, completely wrecked him. You weren't thinking about your ex, or your insecurities, or your brokenness. You were only thinking about him. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his hips thrusting with an incessant force, hopelessly addicted to the sweet sound of his name on your tongue.
"You can take it," he smiled, looking down right at you. "Let me make you whole, baby." He didn't stop, didn't slow down, his hips snapping up into yours with a wet, slapping sound that echoed obscenely in the room.
Sluck.
Sluck.
Sluck.
You were almost quivering around his cock buried deep into your spongy walls when he burst you out of your pleasure bubble. “On your stomach for me,” he said, stopping the thrusts and helping you sit down. You scrambled to comply, positioning yourself on the mattress. He moved behind you, his large hands smoothing over the curve of your spine, down to your hips. He grabbed your ass, pulling it up, while one hand sat on your back, gently forcing it to lower down, your face against the bed.
He pressed into you again, slowly this time, sinking to the hilt until his hips were aligned against your ass. He was so deep, so fucking impossibly deep, that the pressure against your front wall felt perfect. He started slowly but hard. Each thrust was a plunging punch of pleasure that rattled your bones. The intensity was too much, unlike anything you had ever felt during penetration.
The pleasure was building from the inside out, fusing with the throbbing ache in your clit, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to shatter your mind. To make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.
"Faster," you begged, dropping your chest lower to the mattress, your fingers clawing at the sheets. "Please, Itachi, deeper, faster. I need to feel your cock pounding on me—"
A low snarl vibrated through his chest. He was helping you, but still, there was just so much he could do to hold himself back during a moment like this, while he's making you take every inch of his cock inside your sweet cunt.
He obliged instantly, his grip on your hips turning bruising as he picked up the pace. He slammed into you with primal urgency, his hips meeting your ass with a wet slap.
Plap.
Plap.
Plap.
"Look at you," he panted, his voice rough, his hands taking a fistful of your hair and pulling it back. "Taking me so beautifully. Feeling so good. Do not fight it."
"Nnnngh...Itachi, I can feel every inch of your cock."
"Am I making you feel good, baby?"
"So good, 'tachi. I feel like I'm ready to—" you couldn't even form a proper cohesive sentence at this rate. The storm inside you was winding tighter than ever before, a physical pressure that bordered on pain but felt like transcendence. Itachi's cock was buried in your cunt, hitting your g-spot, making you feel like this topped any other form of pleasure known to a man.
Every thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs, his heavy balls slapping against your clit with each stroke, sending jolts of pure pleasure up your spine.
"Yeah, sweet girl?" You let out a soft moan, agreeing. "I will leave such an imprint on you, deep on your body, that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you, to savor you."
His words were your undoing.
With a final deep thrust that pressed you flat into the mattress, the coil snapped again. You screamed his name, you cursed loudly, your vision blurring white as the most intense climax of your life ripped through you. It started deep inside your womb and radiated outward to the tips of your fingers and toes, forming a beautiful wave of unadulterated pleasure.
As your body kept trembling, calling out his name, Itachi groaned yours like a prayer, his hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, filling the condom with his release. He pulsed inside you, his whole body shuddering with his own climax.
Itachi did not collapse on top of you like a lazy man would. Even as the final tremors of his release wracked his frame, completely undone, his control held perfectly. He stayed kneeling on the mattress right behind you, his large hands keeping an anchoring grip on your hips to steady you both. He simply held you there, letting you catch your breath against the sheets as you lay completely unraveled and utterly remade.
Only when your coarse breathing finally started to slow did he move. He withdrew from inside of you, the sudden loss of his heat drawing a low whine from your throat, your hips dropping fully to the mattress as you melted into the bed.
You heard and felt him leave the bed, making his way to your bathroom to ditch the condom full of his white, almost transparent seed. When he returned to you, he stretched his large frame out on the mattress right behind you. His strong arm closed in around your waist, cradling you gently backward until your spine was pressed against his chest.
He pulled the heavy duvet over your bare shoulders, tucking you in as his face buried into the crook of your neck. His right hand stroking your hair.
"Are you alright?" he asked eventually, his deep voice a whisper, music to your ears.
"Better than alright," you turned around to face him, your fingers leaving the comfort of the duvet to trace the chaos lines on his face. He closed his eyes, feeling your touch. "I think I'm fixed. Thank you, Itachi."
"You were never broken," he corrected, his mouth pressing a kiss to your palm. "Let me keep proving it to you!"
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SASUKE truly never had time to mingle in any unimportant business that got in the way of his goals, and yes that meant he lacked any sexual experience. he had always denied and dismissed any little daydream he’d have, he couldn’t allow himself to act on his hormone’s. he always swore up and down he would never let his sexual frustration get in the way of his success, that was until he met you. since meeting you he started to pick up on new habits, he’d often lose himself at the sight of your lips and even found himself getting hard when you’d get too close to him. it was like a moth to a flame, his body yearned for sexual comfort and you were that essence his skin had been seeking to fix his drought. it got to the point where it was unbearable and any time he was alone he would find himself with his swollen cock in his hand with a cloudy head and you on his mind. he started to fantasize seeing you on top of him stuffed so full with his length, moaning his name with spit trickling down your lips as your hands grappled onto his body to find stabilization.
he was currently trapped in the heat that erupted from his body, soft moans spilling from his mouth as his hand squeezed his dick. he was so vulnerable, body drenched in sweat as he imagined vigorous things— he couldn’t catch himself in time before his mouth moved on his own. “m-mm fuck, [name] ‘m gonna—“
“sasuke..?”
his body froze as his climax deflated, “shit, [name] wait i promise this isn’t—“
you shushed him as you neared, your knees sinking into the bed that he laid upon. there was something about how helpless he currently looked, a look of fear spread on his face as his chest caved in and arose. “no need to make an excuse, sasuke. i saw it all…” you threw your leg over his body, now straddling him. your finger drew a line from his chest, up to his chin, and to his lips. “you look so cute whimpering my name… i mean seriously you should really feel how wet i am…”
sasuke winced beneath you, grunting as his cock twitched against the fabric of your shorts. “let me feel, please?” he looked up at you with such wide puppy eyes, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to slightly grind against your cunt.
you moaned as you felt his hard cock glide against your slit, “i‘m gonna help you cum, ‘kay?” you smiled as he shook his head violently. you wasted no time in rocking your hips against his groin, feeling your stomach tingle as a harmony of moans began to fall off his tongue. he was panting as the two of you sung sweet songs of hums and grunts, you were soaked and this only allowed his cock go slide inbetween your clothed pussy with ease.
he was full of different emotions that varied from excitement, ecstasy, lust and weakness. he was a whimpering mess and the moment he heard his name come from your mouth his hands latched onto your hips as his fingers dug into the meat of your waist. “oh f-fuck, ‘m gonna c-cum—“ he grunted and groaned when you turned nearly animalistic in the way you thrusted against him and continuously blurted out his name. it was over in seconds when the pit in his stomach unraveled and gasps emitted from within him, he was heaving as his cum spilled from his cock and all along your shorts, dribbling down your thighs and along his waist. both you and sasuke were full of cum and sweat.
⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ itachi ! ੭ꠥ ۫
ITACHI is definitely not a virgin, though because of the fact he had been away from living a normal life and rather took up the life style of a criminal; he no longer had time to slip in an occasional fuck. more recently he’s been itching to fuck you, and you’ve made it oh so difficult. you were different from any of the escorts from villages, you would egg him on and often tease him with a little nibble after kissing his lips. this is what drove him crazy and he hated when he would be left alone with his own thoughts because it is you who he would immediately focus on.
he had enough of the little game you had lead on with him, which is why as of now he had you straddling him your hair thrown over your shoulder and onto the other side of your head. he gritted his teeth, “fuck, grind harder!” his palm collided with your ass as he laid down a slap, earning a whimper from you.
you listened to his directions, your tits bouncing in his face as you rode his covered cock. you were wearing a dress— scratch that— you were told to wear a dress and now you saw why. he wanted you to have as little possible layers, when he saw you in such a short thin dress he knew exactly what he wanted to happen. now rather than him being the desperate one, he wanted to see you rub and thrust against him as you screamed his name during a weak attempt at cumming. his hand slipped under your dress, pushing your panties to the side to allow you to feel his hard cock through his loose pants. you moaned and it nearly slipped out as a scream from the friction, “i-itachi— feels so good, ‘m gonna!—“
another spank landed on your ass cheek, this time he dug his fingernails into the fat of your ass. “you’ll cum when i say so, got that?” his free hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to stare back into his sharingan eyes. he scoffed, “look like such a good little slut, i bet you wish you were bouncing and taking my cock inside.” he cocked his head to the side, smirking. “whimper my name and i’ll let you cum.”
although he spat his words like venom, you were quick to obey. “itachi, im so close im gonna cum for you!” you were trapped in a messy fit of moans, your breasts slipping out of the dress as he roughly grabbed onto your thighs to allow him better control and access to your cunt; thrusting his cock up against you in the same rhythm you were. he used both hands to slap your bum, grabbing handfuls of your ass as he slammed you down onto his hardon.
you screamed in delight, throwing your head back as strands of hair stuck onto your forehead; you grunted his name as your body began to shake. he was delighted to see you in such state, his length was twitching and he had already felt himself pre-cum; he knew exactly what was next.
⁀ ۫ ִ ୨💉៹ ۫ ݂ madara ! ੭ꠥ ۫
MADARA is a sex hungry man and his way of fucking was animalistic, he couldn’t stand being teased by you. the second he noticed how horny you were he was quick to pounce, although he did enjoy a little bit of pre gaming.
he loved teasing you, standing behind you in the kitchen with his fat cock pressed up against your bum. he would grind against you until you’d throw you head back and allow him access to your neck. his teeth gnawed at the skin, sucking, licking and kissing all along your throat. he was groaning in your ear—his favorite thing to do. “you feel how hard ya got me…?” he mumbled as his lips turned towards your ears, his canines nibbling on your ear lobes as his right hand explored your breasts and his left locked into your hip.
you allowed him easy access, pressing you ass closer to his cock as his name flowed from your mouth with ease. it was a matter of seconds before his hands were toying with your waistband, ripping your pants down and sliding his cock against your skin.
“fuck, you open up so easy to me…” he held the base of his length in his hand, sliding it against your wet slit before deciding he couldn’t take this teasing stage any longer. in seconds he had your face planted into the countertop with his left hand forcing you to arch your back and his right hand gripping your ass cheek.
his balls were heavy and full, slapping against your wet cunt; you were both sweaty and moaning. he let go of your ass, leaving his fingernails indented in your skin and the outline of his palm embedded in your ass. he targeted your hair, yanking it backwards and forcing you to look back at him. “you love taking me, don’t you?” he roared as a grunt rolled off his last words, slamming in and out of your sloppy pussy. you moaned in return as tears formed in your eyes, this caused him to pull harder. “i wanna hear you say it, be a good girl and let me know how much you love this dick!”
you screamed as his he propped his leg onto the counter, his hands grappling your hips and pounding in and out of you with hunger. “fuck fuck fuck! keep going, madara! f-feels so good, mm—“ your body quivered, your teeth cackling against eachother. “f-fuck! i’m gonna cum all on your cock!” your eyes rolled back as he dropped your head of hair, you face planted into the counter as you felt his strokes coming to an end and tuned into his grunts and groans.
“shit, you squeeze so good around me…” he grunted one last time before emptying completely inside of you, thrusting gently inside of you as he ran his course.
Can we please get strict yandere itachi x reader where he baby traps her and his now protective. 👀
A/N love me some Uchiha. Itachi is a subtle yandere, only showing his tendencies through the control he exudes over you.
Itachi had always been a reasonable man. He never went against his morals and made sure everything he did was exactly what needed to happen. That’s why in this moment he knew the best thing would be to not listen to you and make sure you would end up with his baby.
Itachi and you had been close friends since academy days, and even since then he always tried to hold control over you. It started small, snark remarks about someone not making a good dueling partner, moving up to those people just not being good friends, he slowly became the face you saw most constantly apart from your family. But even that wasn’t enough for him. As you both grew older, his comments grew harsher — about the clothes you wore and soon you wore strictly Itachi approved pieces. Be it a day he felt like no one else should be graced by being able to see an inch of your skin or a day when he needed to have your soft skin on easy access for him to grab on what he made seem as a platonic and totally friendly gesture. He was a composed man, but around you he lost all sense of control. Was it the way your eyes looked at him while your smile grew wider and wider after having time out together, or the way your tears flowed while telling him of the stress that the ninja world put on you. Sure, sometimes his actions and words made you question him as a person but you couldn’t deny deep down the constant dotting on you had made you fall for him along the way.
The relationship with Itachi was pure bliss, it was the relationship every girl dreamed of. Never did he let you walk to and from any place by yourself especially at night. Never did he let you go on missions alone, even when you asked the Hokage to do one by yourself he was somehow still there. Never did he let you even think for yourself. Every thought was interrupted by a voice in your mind that sounded eeriely similar to Itachi, going on about if this was the right choice. Slowly he had integrated himself into every aspect of your life.
It was a quiet night, Itachi and you strolled hand and hand back to his home. It was late and he would rather you stay with him tonight then to let any creep know you’d be alone for the night. You both had your own home but Itachi had begun to bring up the idea of living together — luckily you’d be able to deter the conversation in a different direction. Living together would have you live in the Uchiha compound, and knowing Itachi it would be another way to continue to ae You loved Itachi, but living together would take the last bit of voluntary and welcomed solitude you had in life. Even so, you spent most nights together, him here or you there.
In view came Uchiha’s home in the compound, you’d been plenty of times but your stomach still turned with anxiety every time. It was something about being up in his space so intimately when you both had never gotten far intimately. Itachi knew the strict nature he had with you, but he’d never go as far as to coerce you into having sex. He wants the right moment, and as much as it kills him to resist he will wait for it come. You’d stayed over plenty of times, so you changed into a pair of night wear left over before joining Itachi for a light dinner. Of course the pajamas were ones he had chosen for you, comfortable linen shorts and a matching cotton top. Simple but it looked amazing on you, on his girl.
“Did you finish that report for the last mission?” Itachi looked up from his plate. It was almost a test to see what’d you say. He wanted to see if you’d do something without getting his approval, he was meticulous, even with the mission reports. “Mhm, handed it over to Lady Tsunade earlier today.” Maybe it was the sleep weighing heavy on you, but it was too late to retrace your words. “Do you think this was a solo mission, don’t forget I can recall details better than you. Next time, don’t forget to run reports by me.” His voice was flat, but you knew he meant every word — a warning for it to be the first and last time. Dinner finished in silence after that, Itachi sent you to rest while he took care of the dishes.
He climbed with caution into bed, as to not disturb your sleep. Hand draped across your waist, pulling you closer into him. The sudden warmth jolted you awake, body turning around to face Itachi. Moonlight shone through the curtains behind you, lightly illuminating his face. Your thumb came up to trace the side of his temple. Your touch brought him to a serene state of mind. His hands trailed up and down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was a moment of mutual understanding, he could see it in your eyes you wouldn’t push him away, and in his you could see the desire. Lips connected under the moonlight, the soft dance of two lovers with each other. Itachi setting the pace and you followed it. His hand come under you shirt, caressing the warm skin of your waist. The kiss only deepened, his tongue swiped across your bottom lip before finding yours. Without breaking apart, Itachi guided your body to sit atop his. Both hands now freely roamed your body while your hands sat idly on his chest. Fingers creeped up your shirt, ghosting over your breasts. The sudden intrusion causing them to begin to perk up. His thumb and index finger set a slow pace, rolling and thumbing your nipples. Small breaths escaped into your kiss from his sudden actions, but they were more than welcomed.
One hand came down and settled on your hip, guiding your body to move up and down along his. It didn’t take long to feel him hardening underneath you. The sudden friction between you both added to the shocks of pleasure you felt. A damp spot formed on your bottoms as well as his pants. He broke the kiss, helping you back down onto the bed. He now kneeled in between your legs, you could only look away with a burning face as he lowered the waist band of your shorts. The slick was evident on your folds even under the lowlight. Itachi would make sure to ease you into this as best as could be possible. His index and middle circled around your clit, gathering the wetness from around to make it easier. The sudden sensation left your legs threatening to close as he speed up gradually. His other arm came down to hold your thigh. His fingers were soon replaced by his tongue, taking other the same motion as before. His fingers now covered in your wetness, lowered down to your hole that clenched around nothing.
Two fingers found their way inside of you, his other hand caressing your inner thigh to soothe any discomfort. Through his mouth on your, his delicate fingers dancing on your skin, it was easy to forget the feeling of being stretched out for the first time. Fingers lazily pumped in and out to prep you for the real thing. His dick ached against his pants. Itachi went on for what seemed like hours, lapping at your clit, only breaking away when he believed you were ready. Looking up, he saw your flushed face as you turned to not look him straight in the eyes, still embarrassed from having him see you so vulnerable.
You sat up and so did he. “Let me help you.” Pulling his tank top off, hands trailing down his stomach. Years of training left him with defined muscles. He then helped you with yours. You now sat fully exposed in front of him. “Lay back down.” Laying back down, Itachi hurriedly discarded his pants and underwear — his half hard dick finally free from its confines. One hand lazily pumped himself while the other parted your legs and continued to circle around your clit. His fingers spread around your slick as to make his entrance as smooth as could be. “Bend your legs and spread then for me precious.” Itachi smiled as he now lined himself up with you. Face inches from yours, his arms at each side of your side.
He pushed in ever so slowly but it compared nothing to his fingers. The burning sensation caused your hands to shoot up, clutching around his biceps. “Wait… wait please it hurts so much.” Eyes shut, you halted him. “Relax, I need you to relax for me baby.” He moved again, and again your hands clenched around biceps. “Please Itachi just slow down.” He waited a few seconds with just the tip at the entrance, before moving forward. You could only try to relax as to combat the pain, hands still digging into his biceps.
Slowly he inserted himself more and more, stopping every few seconds to allow you time to adjust and have the pain subdue. After a minute he had full bottomed out. His thrusts were slow and deep allowing you to feel every inch of him as he felt every inch of you. He had waited so long to have you like, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. From his eyes, the moonlight shone perfectly on your face, highlighting your face marked with growing pleasure. Mouth slightly agape, eyes closed as you continued to grip on his biceps but now because of the growing feeling of content. Itachi whispered sweet words about how amazing you looked and how well you were taking him as he gradually sped up. Angling himself up as to deepen where he was hitting.
Itachi kept his fast pace, the pain now having been completely overtaken by this new found pleasure. His face was inches from yours, moaning straight into his ear — those sweet sounds kept him going. Even so, he couldn’t stop his mind from flashing back to the moment earlier today, when you so evidently went against him and the relationship. You had gotten to used the freedom of being a ninja, that it seemed you only thought about yourself. He’d make sure you were always reminded of him, and finally away from the outside world, where what you could only do now is obey him. You had told Itachi children weren’t something you saw so early in your life, as well as marriage. But after this you’d have no choice but to completely merge your life with him and let him protect you completely.
His mind was overrun with making sure he could keep you in line and there was only one way he could do that. His pace quickened and deepened now hitting that unknown spot deep inside you. Each time his tip touched it, the knot in your stomach grew tighter. Itachi was chasing the highs for both of you guys. Your hands wrapped around his neck, bringing you both cheek to cheek, letting your sweet moans guide him. They only helped to push him evermore off the edge and in short time your body could no longer hold back the knot in your stomach. Drawing out his name in a long breathy moan, your legs closed in around him as you came around him. The tightening of your walls cradled his dick, drawing out his orgasm as he helped you ride the wave of your own. “I’ll make sure you never forget me.” It was low and threatening, barely able to be made out in the heat of the moment. His hips bucked as he spilled into you, the warm feeling a foreign sensation to you. Collapsing down onto your chest, he didn’t remove himself from inside of you yet — he needed to make sure it would work.
And it did. Before long, a month had gone by and you were now sitting in front of Shizune as time seemed to slowed once those words left her mouth. “You’re pregnant! It seems you’re approaching a month. I take it this comes as a surprise but don’t worry we will take care of any of your medical needs.” You left the examination room with a glossed over look in your eye, meeting Itachi outside in the clinic. He insisted to come inside but you told him it’d be best to wait outside and you’d tell him what it was after. He tried to ask what was wrong, but he was only met with your silence as your eyes stayed glued to the ground. Mindlessly you walked back home, opening the door to your apartment and sitting down on the couch. Itachi was closing the doors back turned to you when he heard the words he’d been waiting to hear. “Itachi. I’m pregnant.” Saying those words seemed to set reality hard on your shoulders. Tears flowed out of your eyes as Itachi come around to hug you — it seemed to crush almost all the air out of you.
Itachi wasted no time, you lived in a time where a child born out of wedlock was looked down upon. Hurriedly he gained the Uchiha elder’s approval on the marriage and held a small intimate ceremony with his and your family.
Married life was far from what you had imagined. Itachi curated your everyday now to what he deemed safe and reasonable for you to do, even down to what you’d eat to ensure maximum nutrients for the baby. And when you didn’t, he became almost unrecognizable, a man who seethed with anger as you tried to take any form of control back of your own life. Life became isolating, your parents and friends, not that you had many to begin with, stopped coming to visit. You had no idea why, but Itachi told them you were suffering from a weak immune system and they could bring in unwanted diseases. Who would dare to question? Ninja duties ceased immediately as he had enough resources within the clan to sustain your new family.
From the outside everyone saw a doting and loving husband who wanted to ensure a stress free pregnancy for his wife, but from the inside you knew Itachi wouldn’t be content until he held control over everything about you, even how many breaths you’d take. Too little air and you might die, too much air and you’d choke. Too many dangers lurked in this world and you were oblivious to them. For now, or forever he’d keep you in this golden cage.
