“won’t you come and kiss my troubles away?” then he malfunctioned like a robot that had water spilled on it. why did you have to say something that made his heart beat so fast it stopped? just a few words had turned him into a complete mess —cheesy, blushing, utterly overwhelmed.
believing you loved him was one thing, but your boldness took him to another planet, leaving him no time to process your love. he literally forgot everything —about life and himself. you had a crazy way of telling him that when he kissed you, everything was fine.
IZUKU, denki, shoto, shinso [bnha], ZENITSU, giyuu, genya [kny], HINATA, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA, iwaizumi, kyotani, GOSHIKI, yamamoto, bokuto [hq], NARUTO, sasuke, minato, LEE [naruto], ISAGI, ness, BARO, SENDO [bllk], YUTA, inumaki, haibara, IJICHI [jjk], and you can add whoever you want think fits.
Of Nightfall and Good Mornings - Naruto Boys x Reader
One boy for every team. Let me know if we need some more of this.
Shikamaru Nara
You press a kiss to his mouth, drag your tongue slowly across his lower lip.
Shikamaru groans low in his throat, his hand warm on your hip, but he doesn’t move.
“Shikamaru?” You pull back to mumble. “Kiss me back.”
“Too much effort,” he mumbles back. “Sleep.”
You huff out a breath in annoyance. “You’re a dick,” you grouse and try to turn around, away from him. Shikamaru’s grip on you tightens immediately.
“What?” You harrumph.
“Don’t move.”
“Why?” You reach down to pinch the back of his hand and grin when he grimaces at the pain. “So I can kiss you and get nothing in return?”
“I thought kissing me was nice?” Shikamaru opens one eye to glare at you. “You said so before. You said kissing me was the best thing you’ve ever done.”
“Well, I was wrong.”
His grip loosens and you move, turn your back on him. His hand slides down to your belly and under your shirt, splays wide and warm against your skin.
His mouth presses against your shoulder blade, the whisper of a kiss.
“Don’t be mean,” Shikamaru begs. “I just came back from a mission. Shouldn’t you be all over me, glad I’m still alive?”
“You helped three Genins capture a cat,” you point out. “That was hardly life-threatening.”
“You haven’t met the cat yet.”
Your lips pull into an involuntary grin. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot,” Shikamaru points out, finally lifting the arm your head rests on, his hand mere inches from your face, his wedding band proudly displayed. “See? I got proof.”
Rock Lee
“Lee?” You manage to snag the end of his suit from his grip and pull on it, hard enough to make him stumble. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, Love, you’re awake!” His voice is much too loud for this early hour. You blink around for a clue as to what time it is, though the sun hasn’t even risen yet. “Wanna join me on my run?”
“What time is it, Lee?” You groan, rubbing a hand over your face. “Why do you go on a run now?”
“I woke up,” he explains, gently pulling his green suit from your hands. “And since I’m awake, what better thing to do than be active, right?”
“But it’s so early,” you huff out a breath and sink back into bed. “And you woke me up.”
“Sorry,” he walks over to lean over you, blinking down at you with bright eyes and a blinding smile. “You usually sleep much deeper.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You never wake up when I go for a run,” he points out. “You don’t even wake up when I come back to shower before sliding into bed with you.”
You blink, trying to process his words. “Is that why you always smell so good in the morning?”
“No,” Lee laughs, “that’s just who I am. A flower of Youth.”
“You’re a filthy liar, that’s what you are,” you kick your leg out, hitting him in the thigh. “How long has this been going on? You made me believe you stayed in bed the whole night! And dragged me out for ‘activities’ right after breakfast because you’re such a poor, well-rested soul.”
“Sorry,” he leans in, chuckling, to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Breakfast in bed today?”
“Hm,” you let your leg slide out slower this time, brushing your toes against his knee. “And I want to lay in bed for a whole hour after breakfast. Just snuggling.”
Lee’s face falls. “But.”
“No buts, your ass is mine.” You grin, waving your hand in front of his face. “You sold yourself to me when you said yes, remember?”
Kiba Inuzuka
Something wet, warm, and incredibly smelly moves over the side of your face. You need a second to realize it’s a tongue.
“Ugh, Kiba,” you wipe your hand over it. “Did you just lick me?”
“Wht?” You hear him, his voice thick with sleep. You realize with a start that he’s not touching you and blink yourself awake.
Kimimaru is sitting in bed next to you, panting excitedly. Akamaru’s youngest pup looks strikingly similar to him, though he’s got yet to listen. “Down,” you tell him, pointing at the ground. “You’re not allowed in bed.”
“Wrf,” Kimimaru barks, climbing onto your belly and licking your face again.
“Kiba,” you grunt. “Your grand-fur-baby won’t listen.”
“It’s our grand-fur-baby,” Kiba grumbles. Now that Kimimaru has moved, you can see him, his body pushed to the other side of the bed. His hand is outstretched, reaching for you, and although he’s still more asleep than awake, he looks pained. “Aw, are you missing me?” You ask, taking his hand, his wedding band cool against your skin. “Is that why you look so hurt? Because you had to sleep without touching me in some way?”
“No,” Kiba huffs playfully. “Kimimaru just kicked me where it hurts.” He shuffles over and presses a kiss to your lips. “But yes, how could you let that happen?”
“Excuse you? That’s your grand-fur-baby that doesn’t listen.”
“Ours,” Kiba corrects you, playfully licking your nose before sputtering. “Yuck, you taste like Kimimaru’s spit.”
“Sexy,” you snort just seconds before Kimimaru moves in to lick you again.
“No, stop!” You push his furry face away. Kimimaru whines loudly but you stand your ground. “Down! I mean it!”
Whining and huffing he jumps from the bed only to put a paw back on the mattress as soon as he’s down.
“No,” you insist. “You’re not getting back up. Go to your own bed. I know you understand me!”
Kimimaru whines low in his throat but does as he’s told, slinking away with his tail tucked between his legs.
Kiba slides into the now deserted space, pulls your blanket over him as he presses his chest to yours with a feral grin. “Hey,” he greets you. “You come here often?”
You groan and push his face away, though you’re not as thorough with it as you could be.
“You’re an idiot,” you groan. “Stop flirting.”
“Why?” Kiba puts his arms down on either side of you, caging you in. “It works, doesn’t it? I got you, love of my life, mother of my dogs.”
“Just kiss me,” you grunt, “I’m awake now anyway.”
Kiba snorts, brushing his thumb over your face. It’s gentle and warm and not at all in line with his usual act. “Nah,” he decides then, grinning. “You smell like dog breath.”
You hit him over the head with his pillow.
Sai
“Love?”
“Mhm?” Sai’s voice caresses your mind, barely able to penetrate your dreams. But you can feel his touch too now, a gentle caress down the side of your face.
“Love?”
You blink. “Sai?”´You yawn. “What is it?”
“You’re snoring.”
You shut your mouth with a click. “What?”
“You’re snoring,” he repeats, watching you with unreadable eyes. “It’s cute.”
“You woke me up to tell me-” You take a deep breath and rub your hand over your face. “That my snoring is cute?”
“Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“No,” you turn onto your side, your back to him. “Goodnight.”
“Love,” he presses closer, his chest pressed against your back. “You’ve never snored before. I was worried.”
You huff out a breath. “I got a minor cold, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure it’s fine?” His hands are cool as they roam your body, looking for something. You’re not sure he even knows what he’s looking for.
“Yes, Sai,” you yawn again. “I’m sorry if it woke you.”
He’s quiet behind you. “Is it normally not okay to point out that someone snores?”
“No,” you lean back into him, your anger sliding off you. Of course, he didn’t know what he was doing. “It’s usually rude… Well, snoring is considered rude. A nasty habit, I suppose, even though most people can’t help it. It comes with being overweight, or sleeping wrong, or, like me, being a little sick. No one wants to admit that they snore, even if they do and no one wants to be told that they snore, least of all women.”
“But it sounds cute when you do it,” Sai points out, his breath washing over you. “I haven’t heard anyone snore like this before.”
“You’re cute,” you catch his hand as it travels over your belly, your wedding bands clicking together. You lift his hand to your mouth to press a kiss into his palm. “Sorry for being annoyed.”
“It’s okay,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I know you’re tired. I’ll let you sleep now.”
“Thank you,” you turn your face toward him. “But kiss me just once before I fall asleep, will you?”
“Just once?” Sai asks, leaning in. “That’s awfully humble of you.”
His lips are cool as they ghost over yours.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper back. “I’ll make up for it in the morning.”
Naruto Characters Accidentally Calling their Girlfriend their Wife
MR KRABSSSS I HAVE AN IDEAAA
Fem reader (or if you want to be called wife)
Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Shino, Kiba, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Rock Lee, Kankuro, and Gaara.
(Masterlist is up now) also I’ll be adding Sai to this in the morning
Naruto Uzumaki
He’s talking to some new people and enthusiastically pulls you to his side, a large smile on his face, and he says “This is my wife! Y/N!”
You can’t hide your shock, not fully at least. He’s never called you his wife before. I mean, he’s said things like “you’ll be my future wife, right?” As he giggles or something.
But you are in a state of shock that he introduced you that way.
Nonetheless, you’re happy.
If the person makes a comment about how young or cute you two are for a married couple, he’d realize. Likely, he’d respond a little oddly, stuttering, but recovers and just full sends with the claim you’re his wife.
Sasuke Uchiha
If he’s with you, you’re gonna be his wife anyways. He didn’t get with you until he was sure of that, because it took him a long time to realize he felt that way anyways.
So he calls you his wife with full confidence, before realizing his mistake. However, he doesn’t care too much to correct himself or anything.
Because you are gonna marry him right? (He’s actually really nervous to propose, but he won’t admit that.)
People would probably just believe him immediately considering just how serious he is about you to even be with you.
When you confront him about it later, he’ll ask you if that was okay, explain it was a mistake, but he’ll probably comment on how he’s dating to marry anyways so… you might as well be his wife.
You can probably expect a proposal soon.
Shino Aburame
I can’t fully see this happening tbh. However, let’s say that it does.
He’d probably over explain himself to the person he referred of you as his wife too.
Not that he doesn’t want you as his wife, but you haven’t said you’ll be his wife yet. So he can’t call you his wife. That’s how he sees it.
He’ll probably think he messed up and upset you, so you’ll have to explain it was cute.
Once you explain to him, he’ll see your point. Maybe with some reluctance to lighten up on himself.
He’ll be happy you want to be seen as his wife though.
Kiba Inuzuka
Realized his mistake, but he could not be bothered.
He will keep on as if there is no mistake. As if you are legally married.
He’ll be upset if you correct him in front of people.
It’ll turn into a bit of an argument if you correct him in any way other than sweetly.
Because what the big deal???
If you leave it alone, and talk to him later, now he’s nervous and stuttering. But he’ll likely comment on how he knows you want to marry him so you might as well be called his wife.
Shikamaru Nara
Immediately realizing what slipped out his mouth.
Does he really want you to be his wife? Well, of course he does. But that’s a lot for him to accidentally spill out to some strangers you’re both meeting.
They don’t know he made a mistake, because you roll with it.
Later, he’ll try to avoid talking about it, but if you bring it up, he’ll say it was a mistake, don’t take it so seriously.
If you seem down about his underwhelming response, he’ll likely have an actual talk about his future with you to reassure you that he was just being an idiot when he said that.
Choji Akimichi
He forgot you’re not his wife.
I think Choji would just love you so much that he would simply treat you like a wife. To the point he forgets, you’re not his wife.
If you comment on it, he’ll think about it and probably be like ohhhh right.
He’ll apologize, but more than likely you’ll just say it was cute.
I can see him calling you wifey.
But if he’s gonna call you that, he’s gotta get you that ring. He’s planning on it as yall speak.
Neji Hyuga
You two are waiting a while before calling it official. Plans of marriage are far off.
He’s a little too traditional to jump at marriage quickly.
So when he accidentally calls you his wife, it was to Hiashi. He went pale. Paler than usual.
Later, depending on how exactly that went, he’ll probably be in his head.
Let’s assume for this though, that Hiashi approves of you completely.
Hiashi made a comment, rather he meant it badly or not, Neji will take it the wrong way. Realize he jumped too far.
You’ll have to tell him you find it cute, and rather his uncle approves of you two or not, you’ll be his wife someday :)
Rock Lee
It COULD be an honest mistake.
But let’s be honest,
It’s Lee.
He calls you his wife to your face, to other people, hell, he’d shout it from the roof tops.
So it’s not an accident. He meant it. He will one day make you his wife, so why would he not call you his wife now!
If you have any reserves about being called his wife before actual marriage, he will pout and be upset. He won’t understand.
But, once that’s over, he’s crying and begging for forgiveness.
Please tell him it’s cute that he wants to marry you, even if you do want to have a talk with him about not assuming roles you don’t officially have.
Gaara
HE CALLED YOU HIS WIFE IN FRONT OF A CROWD. so now he’s blushing.
He might correct his mistake, might not. Depends.
He’s a confident speaker, but that threw him off a little bit.
Likely you were a strong shinobi or something and he was trying to give you credit where it’s due, but it didn’t go as planned.
When you too are alone later, you’ll bring it up likely.
If you tell him you thought it was cute or sweet, he’ll turn bright red like his hair.
He likely won’t go on calling you his wife or anything. Maybe in private.
But he’s not ashamed of it. After all, he’s strongly considering marriage.
Kankuro
Called you his wife to his siblings while you were over for dinner.
Temari is not letting him live it down.
“Hey, I think your wife is trying to get your attention.” “I don’t know, maybe ask your wife?” “What about your wife?” From then on out.
He’s frustrated because it was a mistake, BUTTTT honestly, eventually he’ll make some snarky comment about how at least he’s closer to marriage than she is. Then he probably harps on Shikamaru a little bit in defense for his own comment.
(He approves of Shikamaru tho, if he’s being real. He just thinks it’s a little funny)
you thought lee wouldn’t last long. you thought he’d be pretty bad at it. but god were you wrong…..💚💚
Rock Lee x reader smut
Summary: literally just a short fic about you going stupid on lee’s dick lmao
Warnings: NSFW!!! safe word (not used) dub!con vibes but everything is consensual; Lee would never do anything without consent.
not proofread!!!
“F-fuck!” you screamed, back arching off of the bed as he stayed between your legs, licking and sucking on honestly everything. nothing you could do would make him falter of lift up for even a moment. moving your legs wasn’t an option because of his strong hold he had on them. and no matter how much you pulled his hair, he did not care. your legs were shaking as your third orgasm was approaching. you’ve already came twice and he hasn’t even fucked you yet
“Lee please!” you beg, trying to close your legs or pry him off, but he doesn’t budge. He only lifts up for a moment.
“I promised you three times! i can not give up. you can do this!” he smiled, his tone of voice sounded as if he was giving a motivational speech to his team. it was different seeing him like this. his hair a mess, his green jumpsuit on the floor, his face all wet with your slick. it was convincing enough to make you lay back and let him finish his ‘mission.’
you continued crying out his name, cumming with a sob. he waited until he knew you were fully satisfied before pulling up. You laid there, body all sweaty and shaky as you looked up at him with small tears in your eyes from the overstimulation.
“I’m so proud of you! You did so good!” He smiled all innocently as if he hasn’t been eating you out for the past 35 minutes. You couldn’t speak, so instead you just lied there. “Are you okay to do more? Do you need a break?” He was very attentive when it came to you.
“No…I’m okay.” The biggest mistake you’ve ever made in your life…
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Now he had you in a mating press. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, letting him reach places inside of you that have never been touched before. Your nails were scraping down his back; he didn’t mind though because it was just showing him how good you felt.
“L—eeee!” You squeaked, your voice cutting out and moans breaking through. And these weren’t pretty, breathy moans. They were full on screams and grunts, not able to handle all these orgasms he was giving you. Lee on the other hand was almost just as braindead as you were.
“Y-you’re….jesus…doing so well! You feel so—-shit—- good!” Lee didn’t like to swear that much, claiming it was immature and unnecessary. but this was an exception.
There was simply nothing you could say right now. Not when he’s been slamming into that special spot inside of you, not when you’re on your sixth orgasm. Lee couldn’t get enough. Not when your tight, warm walls were squeezing him, and especially not when you were moaning his name all pretty like that. He pulled out of course, like the gentleman he was. He came on your stomach and thighs instead, and then apologized profusely and helped ‘clean it up.’ Which just led to eating you out again.
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He was totally pussy drunk at this point. His fingers persistently curling and pressed against that abused spot. His lips were attached to your clit (which he wasn’t able to find at first but he’s gotten a hang of it now) your eyes are almost stuck rolled back and your legs are quivering.
“Lee please….please I can’t…no more!” You whined, but you weren’t doing much to get him off of you. Ever since you learned about Lee’s little sex quirk (aka his crazy fucking stamina) you put a safe word in place. But since you didn’t say it, he didn’t stop.
“One more, only one more. I know you can do this, believe in yourself.” He muttered against your pussy, his eyes hooded with lust because this man was gone lmao.
One more is never just one more….
Thx for reading!!! Lmk if y’all liked the fics or only the hc’s! 💋💋💋 I love Lee
**All Characters are aged up to 20+!!**
Content ahead: degradation/ slight humiliation, oral (f!receiving), fingering (vaginal and anal), pet names (flower, princess), rough sex, squirting, masturbation, probs others
Word count: ~4k
Pairing: Rock Lee x F!Reader
A/n: WOOOOO this is on the longer side of what I write. Smut starts at the cut! This was requested, and Lee doesn't get enough love!! Enjoy!
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Rock Lee - Degradation/Humiliation-ish
“Give me a minute, damn,” Shikamaru groaned.
“We have to go now, Shikamaru. I told you, I don’t even know how many times; we need to leave by 7,” you yelled back, storming into his house he shared with Temari.
Your brother never took your words seriously. Either that, or he just didn’t care.
He groaned, rolling out of bed at 6:51 a.m. He took his sweet time getting dressed, brushing his teeth, pulling his hair back, but he was ready to go by 7 on the dot.
“You’re a freak, you know that?” he asked, flicking you on the forehead.
“This is an important day! I’m joining the ANBU, and Dad isn’t here anymore to tell me he’s proud of me, so now you have to be the one,” you said, shoving your finger into his chest.
He sighed, pulling you into a hug. He knew losing your father hit you hard, especially since your mother had become completely absent. He made a silent vow to take on his role and look after you.
You were a few years younger than him and his friends; freshly 21 — the new legal limit for joining the ANBU. Shikamaru was 26, married, with a son.
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Yn.” He let you go, looking down at you. “And I am proud. I’m very proud.”
You smiled up at him, biting the inside of your cheek to keep the tears from falling. He looked just like Shikaku, and you desperately wanted him to be there for this.
But you couldn’t turn back time. So the both of you left, heading to the Hokage Tower. The walk wasn’t long — he lived right next to it — but you still took in the village in a new way, the way a leader might. You saw the children of the village, the civilians. Shikamaru had always told you who the real king in shogi represented: them. The defenseless.
You learned that at a young age, and from then on, you knew you wanted to be part of the ANBU — to protect and serve.
So you worked your ass off. You became the rookie to beat during your Chunin exams. After only a few short years, you became a Jonin, just like your brother.
You had passed the academy as the top-performing student in your studies, once again like Shikamaru. Your work had paid off. The opportunities the world had to offer were now all sitting at your table, ready for you to choose.
The world around you now made room for you. You were no longer the younger, annoying sister of Shikamaru. You were no longer the smallest in the room. You were you. Yn Nara.
You were the one they went to for total stealth assassinations. For criminal espionage. For gathering information on other cities. You were the poster child of ‘silent but deadly.’
You both reached the tower, and he pulled your arm to stop you from walking in yet.
“When you get in there, do yourself the favor of not showing your excitement. Lord Seventh knows how excited you are and I know. The other ANBU don’t need to know. They’ll give you shit for it, okay?” he stated.
You wiped the smirk from your face, nodding and letting a stoic stare cover your expression.
You both entered, Shikamaru leading you to Naruto’s office as your katanas sat in an X across your back. You tightened the bandages wrapped around your bulky biceps, yet somehow they still looked feminine.
It was customary that you weren’t aware of the team you were joining, and the same was true for the team. They had no idea who was joining.
Shikamaru entered the office, as you waited outside.
This was also customary — you choose a guardian to ‘give you away’ to the ANBU. It’s more symbolic than anything. But who else could it be?
From the hallway, you could barely hear what they were saying; your heartbeat was so loud it drowned out any noise. That is, until Shikamaru came out.
“You ready?” he asked. You nodded, taking a deep breath and forcing your nerves to stay at bay.
“Lord Seventh, I present Yn Nara. She is here intending to swear into the ANBU Black Ops. She has passed all medical, physical, and mental assessments, and it has unanimously been decided that she is fit to join,” he said blandly, like he was reading from a script he had to follow. He knew you’d kick his ass if he messed it up.
You kneeled in front of the blonde-haired Hokage, noticing some of the ANBU in the room — your new team. Their masks hid their faces completely, but even without seeing their expressions, you could sense the presence and intent behind each one: two males and a female. You forced your gaze to the ground, careful not to show any hint of curiosity, but your eyes couldn’t help lingering just long enough to take in the masks.
The woman’s mask was carved to resemble an owl, sharp angles framing the eyes and a subtle curve forming the beak. Thin red streaks traced along the eyelids, fading seamlessly into the contour of the beak, accentuating a gaze that felt both piercing and calm. Wisdom radiated from it, a quiet authority — the aura of a leader who measured every step before acting, yet could strike decisively when necessary. Two small, symmetrical markings along the cheeks hinted at experience and command.
One of the men wore a tiger mask, bold and aggressive. Its features were angular and powerful, with red markings painted over the eyes and fangs, forming a permanent snarl. The lines suggested raw strength and unyielding courage, an embodiment of someone who would charge headfirst into danger and emerge victorious. Every detail — from the flared brow to the subtly sculpted jaw — conveyed dominance, like a warrior built for frontline combat.
The other man’s mask resembled a fox, sleek and cunning. Thin red streaks traced the apple of the cheeks, tapering at the temples, and deep black paint covered the tip of the nose, giving it a sly, calculating appearance. The curves and angles of the mask suggested cleverness, patience, and adaptability — someone who observed, waited, and struck at the perfect moment. He seemed designed for stealth or support, but you couldn’t help thinking: Then again, why would they put me in a group with another stealth specialist?
An hour of official, somewhat ritualistic words had passed, and you were following your new team to the chambers. Once you reached the doors to the training center, your team had demasked themselves.
“Names Aria,” said the owl. “I’m your squad leader. This is Jin,” she began as the man removed his mask — the fox. “He’s a medical specialist. And this is —”
“Rock Lee. He’s friends with my brother,” you said as he removed his mask. He’s the tiger.
You had had a huge crush on him since you’d known him. He was a silly kid who had the kind of personality that could light up a room, and he had grown up to be a man with a bite. He wasn’t the same lighthearted goofball who would scream about the power of youth.
But after the war, something in him had changed. He stopped wearing the green jumpsuit and orange leg warmers. He joined the ANBU when he reached the age, and after the last few years, he had become quiet, brooding — almost as much as Sasuke.
And you loved the change. He wasn’t just cute and sweet. He was sexy. But now, he was your teammate. You could separate your little childhood crush from work.
“To your left,” Aria started, pointing.
“The women’s locker room,” she said, leading you into the room. It was empty, as the others were off training. The lockers were decorated with symbols and phrases important to those who belonged to them. Yours was at the end — blank.
You opened the locker to reveal the uniform and a new custom sheath for your katanas.
“Wow,” you whispered, admiring the fine detail and steadiness of it.
“Change into your uniform, and meet us in the main gym for your final test,” she said, her voice gruff like wet gravel and experience.
“W-wait, my uh, my final test? I thought I got in?” you asked, confused.
Aria chuckled, shaking her head. “Just get dressed, princess.”
“Princess?” You asked, almost offended. “Yeah. Daughter of a deceased clan head, sister of the current? Princess.”
She walked out, leaving you alone.
You got dressed, placing your katanas in their new sheath, taking a moment to admire yourself in the mirror. Not the kind of admiring driven by vanity, but driven by pride and hard work. The material was form-fitting, breathable, hugging your hips and chest. Your biceps and wrists were covered in cuffs that stabilized them — specifically for you. You guessed Shikamaru had told them about when you broke your wrist and now needed to keep it wrapped. You liked the look and practicality of having the others there.
You also took the time to test your shadow stitching jutsu. You had a feeling this may be a fight.
You took a step outside of the locker room into complete silence and followed the signs to the ‘main gym.’ Once you reached it, it was nearly pitch black. All you could make out were mats nearby and bleachers against the wall.
“Yn Nara. Step forward,” a voice commanded.
‘This is becoming a little cringy,’ you thought to yourself.
But you decided to entertain it. You stepped into the center of the gym as lights flickered on, revealing a man in an ANBU mask.
“You’ve proven yourself in more ways than one; otherwise, you would not be here. You should be proud. Now, show us where that pride got you,” he said, stepping back into a fighting stance.
You stayed perfectly still, not revealing the plan you had already thought out.
He ran at you at near-light speed, but you moved at the last second, dodging him. ‘He’s quick. That must be one of his shticks,’ you thought.
Noticing your observation, he threw down a smoke bomb, blocking your sight almost completely.
‘Either he’s an idiot and doesn’t understand that as a Nara, I can use the shadow paralysis jutsu, or this is a trap.’
You decided it was the latter and opted out of using your shadows, which you could separate into solid forms for a few seconds — perfect for diversions or distractions.
Instead, you closed your eyes and relied on your extremely sharp hearing.
Just then, you heard his quick, feather-light footsteps behind you. You jumped, arching your back in the air to backflip and land behind him.
Or so he thought.
You allowed a shadow of yours to land in your place as you silently clung to a pillar on the ceiling. You could tell your diversion worked. He began to silently charge with a sword in that direction. But once your shadow disappeared, he was at a loss.
You dropped silently behind him, unsheathing your life-stealing katanas and crossing them at his neck.
“Shall I go further?” you asked.
Just then, he disappeared along with the smoke — a shadow clone.
“Well done, Nara. Shikamaru was right about you,” he said from behind.
You turned, placing your katanas back behind you.
Before you knew it, other ANBU members had begun appearing around you, and you kicked yourself for somehow missing them before.
“Team Aria, step up,” he stated. Your team stepped forward, masks to the side.
“Your group has all it needs to be successful but one… the cat. Agile, stealthy, quick. She is precise, cunning, and three steps ahead of her opponent. And she will protect you with her life.”
He pulled out a mask in the shape of a cat: pointed ears at the top, slender eyes connecting to a small nose, and oddly, no mouth.
“Put this on,” he ordered. You obeyed.
“For your quiet precision,” he began, painting red on the eyes of your mask like sharp eyeliner that tapered from the temple to the end of the nose.
“And for your unique shadow abilities,” he added, painting grey as a contour on the hollows of the cheeks.
“You are now a fully-fledged member of the ANBU Black Ops,” he finished, and everyone cheered.
“Yeah, yeah, everyone get back to your training!” yelled one of the trainers.
“My name is Tenzo. I am the senior trainer for the rookies. You and I will work together fairly closely for your first year, unless you can test out,” he stated.
You gave him a puzzled look, while Lee whispered from behind, “You’re wearing a mask, genius. He can’t tell you don’t understand.”
Lucky for you, your mask covered your blush.
“Sorry. Test out? Like a class?” you asked.
“Yes, more or less. You won’t be able to go off on your own, lead your own squad, or make any real decisions until I decide you’re ready. We will talk more later. Training time is only for another hour, and I’m sure Aria wants to see what you can do with your team,” he said, excusing himself.
“Alright, let’s get started.”
Weeks passed. You had been on a few missions with the group, but Lee, who you’d known almost all your life, had basically bullied you the whole time — not the fun teasing kind, the kind that made you want to punch him.
Aria had told you to stop, but it was easier said than done.
You were on watch with your team in the forest as they rested. You sat up in a tree, looking at the full moon as birds flew across it.
The cool breeze hit your cheeks, the smell of leaves entrancing you in deep thought. Then, a small, extremely unnatural rustle of branches below startled you.
You tensed and, out of instinct, threw your knife with near-perfect precision.
“Woah! Just me,” Lee said, climbing up.
You relaxed your shoulders, letting out a sigh. “You’re supposed to be asleep, Lee,” you said, pressing your back against the tree, dropping a shadow to retrieve the knife you’d thrown.
“That is the funny thing about time, see? A certain amount of it has passed! It is now my turn for watch,” he said matter-of-factly.
You rolled your eyes. “I can’t believe I ever liked you,” you groaned, adjusting your katanas to go back on your back as you stood.
“Is that what you call it?” he asked, dodging the rock you threw at him.
“Yn, it is not like it was a secret. Of course I knew. It was cute. You were so young, crushing on your brother’s friend,” he teased, making your cheeks burn red.
“Oh go fuck yourself, Lee.” You groaned out.
“Maybe I will,” he said, all smug. “With the body you have now, I would have a hard time saying no to you. Shikamaru Nara’s baby sister,” he began, standing inches from you.
“Being defiled by his close friend,” he continued. Your heart beat quickened.
The marks on your mask were put there to show your quick thinking, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about waking up your team if you let him have his way with you.
“I bet you would like that, no?” He asked, your back resting on the truck of the tree as his thumbs pressed circled your hip bones.
Your blush was impossible to contain. “I… I- well,” you stuttered out. He chuckled out to himself. “I thought so. Go to sleep.” He said, pushing you away from him.
By far the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you.
This memory stuck with you. And even though he completely humiliated you, something gnawed at you from inside. You wanted more.
This had continued the whole mission and he had toyed with you the whole time with no clear sign that he intended to actually touch you. Eventually, you made it back to the leaf village.
Parting ways with the men for now, you and Aria had set your stuff up in your lockers. “You’ve been invaluable to us, Yn. I’m grateful to have you on my team. I wanted you to know that.” She said to you. You smiled at her, heart skipping a beat. You both left the locker room, the guys walking on to the front of the compound. You stopped in your tracks.
“You coming?” Jin asked. You stammered for a moment, knowing you planned on training tomorrow. “I think I’m just going to stay here tonight. I’ll see you guys later though.” You said.
Rather than going home, you decided to stay in the barracks in the Anbu compound.
They were big enough for those who chose to stay there over night to have their own bedroom and bathroom. You made your way up to one, though, you felt like you could sense someone following not too far behind.
You sat your stuff down on the bed in one of the rooms, undressing and getting in the shower. You let the warm water wash the dirt and sweat off your body, the dried blood out of your hair, and soothe your muscles.
Your mind began to wander. It wandered to the first night Lee had approached you. Something about him made you feel like he’d make you feel things you’d never felt. As you thought more and more, your hand had made its way to between your legs as you propped one of your legs up on the side.
Your fingers worked small circles around your clit as you began to bite back moans. All you could think about was him. His face, his body. His words. Him.
But nothing you did was enough. No position you forced yourself in could finish you the way you wanted. After several orgasms screaming out his name, and still feeling unsatisfied, you brought yourself to your senses. You were fantasizing about your teammate.
You turned off the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You stepped out, to find your bathroom door open. Which was odd. You definitely closed it.
“Hello, flower,” you heard from the bedroom.
“L-Lee?” You called out. And there he was. Of course, there he was.
“You called out enough times, so here I am.” He said, his voice lower than you remember.
“All you had to do was ask, you know.” He stated. Your face stayed agape, unmoving.
He walked up to you, gently pulling your towel loose from your body. You had curves on you. You had the body of an athlete. Your thighs could crush a watermelon, your biceps were fairly large for a woman, but Lee thought you were the most beautiful thing that had walked the planet.
“Why have you hidden yourself from me for so long, Yn?” He asked.
“I-I, uh,” you muttered.
“It’s okay, after all of those orgasms I’d be pretty worse for wear, too.” He mocked.
“Say please.” Lee began to tower over you, with the sweetest look in his eye.
“I won’t touch you without it.”
You tried to find the words, the thing you had wanted for so long was finally happening. “P-please…” you whispered.
“Please, what?” He asked, removing his shirt, eyes lingering down your body, pulling out a deep red flush to the surface of your skin.
“Please fuck me,” you managed to say.
“So pathetic for me, aren’t you?” His words embarrassed you. You really did sound as desperate as you thought.
He began to crouch in front of you, pressing your back against the sink to help you stay standing as he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder. He pressed light kisses around your waist, letting his tongue dig into the sensitive spots around your hip bones.
You pressed your lips together, the knot of embarrassment forming in your tummy.
But then his mouth met the sensitive nub at the top of your sopping pussy. At the contact, you let your head fall back. It was already swollen and almost overstimulated from you masturbating just moments earlier.
“F-fuck,” you whinned.
Your whimpers were music to his ears. He began doing whatever he could to hear them more.
He began to put more pressure on your clit, licking side to side, periodically sucking, but when he added his finger you began to melt.
He slide his finger into you so gently you almost didn’t notice until it curved right into your g-spot. “O-oh gods–” you moaned out.
There was a stronger current of electricity bursting through your skin, as you came all over his face. You began to shift your hips around to get him off because after 4 or 5 orgasms in one night, your poor pussy is tired.
But he wasn’t stopping. “Rule number 1 of being an Anbu. You can always handle more than you think. Persevere, Yn.” He said before going back.
“P-please Lee, nguh!, it’s t-too much!” He held your hips down, almost pulling you onto his face even more, putting more pressure on your clit. You knew you weren’t going anywhere.
You just accepted it. You forced yourself to relax, cumming again but this was different. The orgasm began from deep within and you began squirting.
As the feeling ripped through your body, you let our a string of curses and small screams.
He eventually pulled himself off with the most sinister look on his face as he wiped your release off of his mouth.
“Turn around.” He demanded. You obeyed, with weak knees, facing the mirror.
“Look how pathetic you look for me.” He said, bending you over.
“But you are such a good girl for me,” he continued, sliding himself in.
The stretch of his cock burned so deliciously.
You let your head fall forward. You were starting to lose the ability to hold parts of yourself up on your own, so Lee, the gentleman he was, helped you.
“No you don’t,” he groaned, pulling you by your hair.
“Look at yourself. Look how beautiful you look.”
This was humiliating. But also the best thing you’ve ever experienced.
He held onto both of your arms, pressing them into the small of your back as he pounded into you.
The harder he went, the harder he pulled your hair and he had you nearly folded into a back bend.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you felt droll spilling out of your mouth. You were a mess. A beautiful, moaning mess.
“Big brother has no idea I am fucking his perfect princess sister, does he?” He asked.
You shook your head.
“Big brother doesn’t know how she likes it rough and dirty, does he?” He asked once more.
And again, you shook your head.
He released your head, letting it fall forward, your freshly washed hair sticking to your brow, and his hand trailed slowly down your back, down to your ass.
“You know what else I think she is into?” He asked, almost sinister.
He shoved his thumb into your mouth, forcing it open making your moans even louder.
“That’s it, flower. Let them hear you.” He kept his relentless pace, his cock rubbing roughly against your g-spot.
He had removed his thumb from your mouth, and began to rub the outside of your ass, smirking to himself. You looked up and the look on his face alone was enough to finish you there.
But he pushed his thumb in and out of your ass and the more he moved it, the more you instinctively tried to get away from it. But, in turn, he shoved it in even more until it was all the way in.
This had brought you to new levels of pain and pleasure that was quickly reflected by your deep groans and cries.
“Fuck!” You yelled.
The double penetration was too much. It was too much in every way, and the best in every way.
If you hadn’t already squirted earlier, you’d have done it then and there again.
“You’re squeezing me so tight, I may just have to finish inside,” he said.
“P-please!” You begged. You were officially fucked out and fucked stupid and you were in a state of pure bliss.
He laughed to himself, fucking into you even harder until you eventually felt warm spurts of his cum coating your walls.
Once he had pulled out, he helped wash you off in the shower, bringing you to bed.
“So… what do I tell the captain if I end up pregnant?” You asked, laying on his chest.
