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your boyfriend, rock lee, comes home drunk and he can't keep his hands off of you ‧₊˚ ⋅‧₊˚ ⋅ (18+)

inspo track: drunk in love - beyoncé

w/c: 1.4k words

you know that it's well past midnight when your bedtime routine is sharply interrupted by the sound of knuckles pummelling against your door. the sound comes and goes, but the rhythm and force remains consistent each time.

knock, knock, knock!

it wouldn't be unusual to hear a knock or two on your door in general, but receiving them so late at night made it exactly that. the better of your wisdom encourages you to not answer it—to simply ignore whoever it is behind the door that wants your attention. it'll be a problem for your future self. right now, you're fresh out the shower, and you're more concerned about letting your moisturiser absorb.

knock. knock. knock.

He can’t stay composed, when he has you raw…

feat. Neji Hyuga

Idk why but somehow it got stuck in my head how Neji actually would react when fucking you raw the first time.

He never was a guy who felt the urge at first to feel you without a conform. He felt good when you felt good and content with him. So this handsome shinobi would not say anything else. But when you offered?

Somehow he was more whipped even when you could not see it behind his pale lavender eyes. The way they looked hungry down to the pretty pussy between your legs.

He always groaned when he costed himself in your syrupy shiny juices. You were always so wet for him. And he was patient and restrained enough as Hyuga to admire what laid in front of him. To worship it properly.

But when he was inside? His abdomen and abs flexed as he seemed to freeze for a moment. You looked up at him tilting your head.

You were so much warmer, he felt every little pulse and how greedy your walls sucked him in. How perfectly they molded to his shape. How you gasped when he pulled your thighs wider. „Fuck…“ was all he let out and usually he never cursed so easy.

Neji overall never was the gut witting up into you. Too focused on making you cum more than you could count. It letting you bounce on his cock because he enjoyed the view. But now? The first time raw? Gods he had you folded in half, newel snarling in your ear.

„This is how you feel?“ he asked not really meant as question when he was pounding you into oblivion. The obsence sound of skin against skin was heard in the room.

„God, you feel too good. So…hm warm.“ he let out before thrusting so deep you squealed. And he looked down at you as if you would be unreal. His Byakugan scribed just to see the points where he needs to hit so you would happen to gush out on him. So he fucking could cum and spill k side you when he felt how much you lost control for him…

18+ sub!rock lee finds out he likes iceplay on hot days with a perverted ass f!reader.

“down the hall and the first room to the left!”

it was an average hangout at naruto’s house, in fact, if you never had the urge to piss that day, you wouldn’t realize he had a roommate.

“alright.” you get up from the couches as naruto watches tv, he reaches in a bag of chips and watches you walk into the hallway.

as you’re beelining for the washroom, naruto suddenly makes the letter L with both of his hands, trying to figure out if he got his lefts and rights wrong.

“shiiiiiit.” he looks absolutely mortified. he’d just given you the directions to his roommate’s bedroom instead of the fucking washroom!

you open already slightly ajar door and your jaw drops.

this wasn’t the washroom—this naruto’s big ass roommate’s bedroom!

“o-oh, uh..” you awkwardly laugh, unable to take your eyes off the muscular panes of back while he was stretching. his black hair which looked like a grown out bowlcut reached the base of his neck.

it seemed like he’d just gotten out of bed and he turns around to look at you, snapping you out of a trance.

“lee!” naruto’s jaw drops when he sees you standing in front of the open door like you’ve been possessed. “oh nah!” naruto yells and pops up behind you. he pauses. naruto surveys the expression on your face—a lopsided ass grin that has the word horny written all over it, and worst of al, lee’s oblivious. his huge puppy eyes flicked from naruto and back to you.

“hello?” he asks. “hey.” You reply, shamelessly dragging your eyes up and down his body. lee shifts awkwardly and naruto has to usher your hungry ass out.

“who was that?!” you have the biggest fucking smile on your face, whispering to naruto while he shoves you into the living room. “my roommate.”

“you didn’t tell me your roommate was fine as fuck! thank god you forgot your lefts and rights!” you dramatically put a hand over your chest and sigh before he slaps your hand.

“that’s disgusting! you looked like you were about to pounce on him—you do know that lee has like no romantic experience right?”

“lee.” you repeat his name as if you were going to go sing it in a choir. “that’s fine. but just so y’know, naru, i’m totally gonna bag that.”

“bullshit.” naruto snickers and fixes his face when he sees your expression become deadpan.

2 months later. you indeed bagged that.

you’re walking around the bustling streets of konoha, phone out while stopping to raise a brow. where is he?

you whistle and on cue, footsteps follow behind you. you turn around to see Lee holding your shopping bags and beaming at you.

“wanna go to-“ you stop when you see the faintest bead of sweat. something no one could notice unless they had a byakugan or were just a caring girlfriend.

but lee breaking a sweat over carrying some shopping bags? he walked around with 700 pound weights for goodness’s sake.

“are you..tired?” lee stiffens, as if he’s offended by your question and then scoffs. “nah! just that it’s really hot.” he says, pulling the collar of his top to let the cool air tame the heat accumulating on his chest.

“i can carry them and we can go to ichiraku, really—“

“no.” you protest. he obeys, falling into step beside you while the two of you walk home, because lee knew you weren’t underestimating him or anything and you were secretly cooking something up to do on him anyway.

you turn the keys while they’re in the knob to your apartment and open the door. lee takes his shoes off and you gesture to the table so he unloads your bags there.

“even hotter in here hm, lee?”

“yeah.”

well no fucking shit, you cranked the heater up, but he didn’t know that.

you walk into the kitchen and open the freezer, looking at your ice tray and struggling to hide the grin on your face.

okay, now how do you introduce this concept to lee without freaking him the fuck out? your grin drops at the brainfog you get.

lee did say he was open to anything. plus it’s just ice, and it just so happens to be hot outside and inside.

you look down at the ice tray in your hands and pop it on the counter before walking back out to lee slipping his shirt off.

you’re wet.

his arms are still tangled in the sleeves as he pulls it in front of him and turns to you, giving you a sense of deja vu.

“hey lee, can we try something?” you ask, voice sweet as honey while he looks at you cluelessly. there’s a beat.

“okay!” he smiles, putting a thumbs up, absolutely clueless to what new idea he’s in for.

lee lays on the couch, his back against cushions while you straddle his hips. your knees bracket his thighs and you oogle at his abs, literally just burning the image of his hard work into your eyes, as a result lee gets flustered and moves a forearm in front of his forehead, he sweeps his bangs back with it and notices your mouth full of something?

“are you..eating something?”

“it’s ice.” you let it fall onto your palm in front of your mouth. oh god, lee thinks. you look at him like you’re about to devour him whole. lee’s adam apple bobs in his throat while he anxiously watches your hand drop to his abs.

“—ah!” lee gasps, moving his forearm off his head, torso moving up before you push him back down with one hand by his chest.

“it’s cold!—“ he sucks in air through his teeth while you revel at the flushed look on his face.

“it’s alright babe.” you coo, moving it around the crooks of his toned body while he tries his best not to squirm. little whimpers fall out his mouth while you gently guide it around the sharpcut shapes.

“so fucking handsome.” you mutter, an embarassing moan escapes lee’s lips while you feel his clothed cock pressing up against you.

“woah.” you grin, watching goosebumps form on his arms. an arm reaches your hip and grips it as an anchor.

“just from ice? i thought it was too hot for you?” you rock your hips up on his bulge, he’s too high on pleasure to reply. you stay watching the ice melt and little puddles forming on the divots of his ab. everytime he tensed up, you’d watch them drip down to his v-line.

now you’re quiet and lee notices. “talk t’me..” he rasps. fuck this was messy. you watched his abs glisten and grind your hips down on him harder. his back bows off the bed and finally, both of his hands come to slip under the sides of your shirt. they don’t trail up further.

they just stay there so he doesn’t end up cumming in his pants. not because he’s embarassed—well maybe. but it’s mainly because you haven’t given him permission yet.

you dip your head down to capture his lips in an aggresive kiss—teeth clashing, cold tongue glazing against a warm tongue and whines dying down in throats while you dry hump him.

“lee..” you moan against his mouth, his eyelids hang half-open while he hums against your mouth.

you pull apart and his body involuntarily tries to lean up again to follow you. you push him back down gently again. someone’s needy.

and you have to get more ice.

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You shivered softly, eyes closing as he covered the barely there distance between you two, one hand resting on your nape and other on your jaw. The red hue of Sharingan glinted in the dark of his room, the other light being the soft illumination of Moon. Your breaths turned heavy when he leaned in, and your neck tilted automatically, breath knocking out of your chest as your lips met.

His right hand tightened on your nape as his lips gently claimed yours, other hand trailing down your spine gently. "Breath, Love." He breathed in your mouth, making you take a ragged breath in. He claimed your lips once again, the plush of your lips dragging against his chapped but soft lips again and again, your nose bumping lightly.

He kept kissing you softly and deeply, his hand holding on the small of your back as he pressed you flush against him, your arms automatically coiling around his neck, and you kissed him back with same fervour, holding onto his neck as the low rumbles of his chest made you weak to the knees.

| Drabble about post war naruto because he's a snack. |

Post War Naruto who’s gotten taller and sturdier since the last time you saw him. His shoulders are broader now, his movements steadier, more purposeful. You weren’t sure about his new haircut at first, it felt too serious, too unlike him. But now, the more you look at him, the more it suits him. It’s like every inch of him, from the way he carries himself to the way he looks at you, radiates confidence. And now well… he’s undeniably hot.

Post War Naruto who’s still got his goofy, endearing side, but now it’s wrapped in a layer of maturity. His apartment’s clean, seriously clean. No more empty ramen cups scattered around or dirty laundry piled in a corner. He keeps the windows open to let in fresh air, his bed’s always made, and there’s even a plant sitting by the windowsill that he swears he’s been watering (and surprisingly it isn't dead!).

Post War Naruto who still takes you to Ichiraku now and then, but also surprises you with fancy restaurant dates. He fumbles with the menu sometimes, squinting at the names he can’t pronounce, but he plays it cool, like he totally knows what he’s doing. “I’ll take…uh, whatever’s good,” he says with a sheepish grin, hoping you don't notice.

Post War Naruto who’s a gentleman now. He holds doors open for you, makes sure you’re always walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, catches you when you trip instead of snickering like he used to. He's always on time for your dates as well, already waiting ten minutes early sometimes with flowers, and his signature light up a room smile!

Post War Naruto who’s painfully oblivious to how hot he’s gotten. He looks at you with that familiar furrowed brow of concern, wondering why you're staring at him, flustered, when he casually takes off his shirt. His once lean frame has transformed, his chest now covered with battle scars, his biceps thicker, and his abs sharp, like they were carved from diamond. You mumble something he can’t hear, and he's leaning in, his face hovering just a breath away from yours, asking with innocence, “What was that? Didn’t catch it,” his voice softer than usual, making your breath catch in your throat.

Post War Naruto who still has his moments of clumsiness, still trips over his words when he’s flustered. But it’s all part of his charm, because no matter how smooth he gets, he’s still Naruto after all, your Naruto.

Post War Naruto who somehow balances his duties as a hero, a leader, and your partner. He’s always busy, but he makes time for you, showing up at your door with takeout and an apologetic smile after a long day. “Sorry I’m late. Missed ya,” he says, ruffling his hair as if that makes up for it.

Post War Naruto who still loves ramen but now knows how to cook other things too, well, sort of. He insists on making breakfast for you sometimes, standing proudly in the kitchen with a frying pan in hand. The eggs are slightly burnt, but the way he beams when you tell him they’re delicious makes it all worth it.

Post War Naruto who listens to you now more than ever. He doesn’t just hear what you’re saying; he takes it in, remembers it, and acts on it. Whether it’s something big, like your dreams, or something small, like your favorite snack, he’s always paying attention.

Post War Naruto who ends every day with you in his arms. No matter how hectic life gets, he holds you close, resting his chin on your head as he whispers, “Thanks for being here with me. You’re my favorite person, ya know?” His voice is quiet, his words simple, but they carry all the love he has to give.

Gremlin Naruto in Boruto is our karmic justice for not appreciating how hot the last/post war Naruto was. Somebody get Ikemoto out of that studio cuz he's fucking everybody's shit up, no one's hairline is safe. Jail time for him honestly because just look at this.

Feel free to check out my other Naruto Shippuden fics and more stories!

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"I find you exasperating."

You go out of your way to step on a particularly dry looking leaf along the path—stained a deep, golden colour and curling at the edges where it rests waiting for the weight of your foot—just to hear the way it crunches beneath the sole of your shoe. At your side, Kakashi's attention is still on the book in his hand, the pages spread open only with his thumb and pinkie finger while the other three support the cracked spine. He doesn't spare you a glance, but he does deign to respond with a curious little hum.

"That's an awfully big word."

The lazy way he says it is enough to irritate you, but his condescending words are almost too much for you to bear. You stop in your tracks, fists curled tightly at your sides, and the white haired young man doesn't so much as slow in recognition of it.

It's fall in Konoha, and while the days are still warm and bright, the breeze that whisks through the village's winding streets is cool. The annoyance you feel prickling under your skin is enough to insulate you from the chill. To numb you to its bite.

You swoop down, dragging your hand lightly along the path to retrieve a handful of small, smooth stones—no larger than the tips of your fingers. Without a moment's contemplation, you launch one at the back of Kakashi's head, and watch as it bounces off dully.

He keeps walking.

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Yandere Itachi Bringing Gifts

It stems from something incomprehensible, sometimes he brings them out of guilt. Being a shinobi is hard, oftentimes making Itachi compromise with his presence around her. How is he able to feel better when his mind knows that the poor thing has to sleep alone… eat alone… Itachi isn’t here to take care of her, to bring her breakfast… to help her shower. He also knows that the times he is out of their shared haven, he’s just ensuring that she’s caged after all.

When he opens the door, quietly coming inside & watching her beautiful face. Everything starts to make sense. Itachi often wonders if he would change his life decisions and avoid the massacre… not until he met her. He doesn’t wish to change anything at all.

How could he? If his life’s events didn’t turn out like the way they were… he wouldn’t have met her. “Hello, my dearest Angel.” His voice is like molten gold, echoing in the otherwise quiet house. She gazes up, meeting his stare. She hates him, he’s changed her life upside down. He’s claimed her in ways she’s hated and loved…

“Welcome home Itachi.” She smiled, yet, after being so alone, any presence is welcome. Even if it’s the bloody captor, the infamous S-Ranked Criminal from the Akatsuki. The crimson clouds on his robe shining like blood. “I missed you, darling.” Itachi hums, kneeling down and leaning his head on her lap. Itachi wasn’t comfortable with touches either, but he’s started to initiate them & gets testy when he feels rejected. Her hands thread against his silky black hair, lips parted.

“Missed you, as well..” so thoughtful, his little baby.

“I got you something.” Itachi hums, holding her hand & urging her to get up. She wonders what it would be this time, as an excuse for her freedom. They walk outside the house, watching a little kitten playing in the grass fields, chasing butterflies.

Oh-

She runs and captures the little animal in her arms, hugging it tightly. Any presence in the house is appreciated when Itachi leaves…

Guess this gift is an appropriate enough for her temporary happiness…

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Rizzing Kakashi

⟢ Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female!reader ⟢

Kakashi: *Enjoying the nice weather on his day off sitting at his favorite park bench, reading his beloved Icha Icha Paradise*

Kakashi: *Vaguely registers the sound of someone running, glances up when the sound gets closer*

Y/N: *comes skidding to a stop in front of Kakashi, doubled over from running*

Y/N, out of breath: “Hey, Kashi! You wanna see something beautiful??”

Kakashi: *puts book down on his lap* “Sure.”

Y/N: *holds up a mirror facing Kakashi*

Kakashi: *blushes, looking between Y/n’s smiling face and his reflection*

Kakashi, whispering: “I wish you would stop sometimes...”

Y/N, casually: “Only when you stop being so irresistibly adorable.”

Kakashi: *blushes harder*

Might Guy: *hiding in a nearby bush holding in his tears*

Might Guy, whispering: “Good one, Y/N!”

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