༄ a/n: sasuke is at the final because ofc i wrote more at him
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🍃 Kakashi
Kakashi will definitely be more than happy to fuck you as much as you needed. Anywhere. In his office? One of his fantasies. Every corner of your house? Just say the word. At night? He barely sleeps anyway. Morning? The best way to start your day, refreshed.
After his fingers reached the most delicious spots at the same time with his sinful lips that had already sucked your pussy into two orgasms, you were barely satisfied.
“Ah, fuck—Yes! So good, you fill me so good!” Kakashi leaned over you, lifting your leg higher on the table next to the bed and whispered into your ear, tilting your chin toward him.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He groaned at a particularly deep thrust. “Is my [Name] satisfied yet?”
“No, no—Please! More, Kakashi! I love your dick so fucking much—” He hissed at your dirty mouth, feeling himself throb inside you. Taking both your hands behind your back while you bent further for him and parted your legs, Kakashi used your restrained wrists as leverage, his thrusts pounding your needy pussy harder, shaking the table. Only his name could be heard as you screamed it.
“I’ll fuck you anytime you want, [Name].”
🍃 Itachi
Itachi has a talent for pretending he doesn’t understand what you’re implying unless you say it directly. Whether your legs rub together when he replies a certain way… when you taunt him—and of course, he notices. Whether you look at him like you want to devour him, and he acts…sweet, far sweeter than usual. As if nothing’s happening, becoming even more affectionate just to soak you further and further until you’re the one who begs.
“Itachi, c-can you fuck me, please?”
He was nuzzling into your neck, sending shivers down your spine while he left soft, warm kisses.
“Didn’t I satisfy you this morning, dear [Name]?”
You almost whined when he stopped touching you, instead just looking at your flustered, shy face.
“Y-yes, but—” As you hid your face from shame, Itachi let out a soft, brief laugh, touching your thighs and caressing you before gently pulling you toward the edge of the bed. Burying his head between your thighs and starting to kiss them slowly had become a ritual for him. How long would she last this time?
After torturing you with slow, precise touches that made you cum too many times, you begged him to spare you.
“Itachi, p-please, my love—I can’t anymore!”
He murmured against your skin, caressing your whole body and making it arch impossibly before he found your lips. You chased his hips, struggling to find his painfully hard cock as he kept pleasuring you, placing it at your entrance. Itachi smiled at your eagerness as he slowly pushed inside. Moaning as he finally, finally fucked you, you locked your legs around him, urging him deeper and making him groan.
“Mhmm, I love it—I love it! Fuck! I’ll let you warm me every day if you want, I-Itachi!”
Composed as he was, your words affected him deeply, making him push deeper inside you as he felt himself closer to the edge far too soon than he wanted.
You’re something else like that.
🍃 Madara
Madara would let you ride him until you physically couldn’t anymore, finding pleasure in watching you that desperate.
Fucking back onto his dick, you couldn’t fight the strangled noises that poured out from your mouth. “You’re so fucking b-big, Madara.” You gasped, barely able to hold yourself upright from the force of your tremble, sliding back and forth in a way that had both of you panting for more.
Madara was restraining himself pretty well, dragging his cigarette from his lips as he watched you use his body, smirking at your praise.
“My wife likes to use my dick that much, huh?”
Sensing your struggle, he fucked up into you, meeting your thrusts in the middle and sliding in even deeper, making you shake and moan hard as he caught you before falling, his hand wrapping around your throat to steady you.
“Scream for me, pretty woman.”
🍃 Shikamaru
Shikamaru would probably let you ride him too, enjoying the show even while his cheeks flushed from being so desired.
Still, sometimes you pushed his limits. Enough to make him snap, dragging you between his draining tasks as the Hokage’s right hand—into his office, or any room nearby, even a storage one he hoped no one used.
Your hands were on the wall, helping you keep balance while Shikamaru pounded into your pussy with deep, hard strokes. With one hand holding your chin and cheeks, not too tightly, he whispered into your ear.
“My baby’s so needy? So fucking needy she couldn’t wait until I came home?”
🍃 Obito
Obito would be completely at your mercy—even if his cock was about to break if you didn’t stop sucking him eventually.
But how could he stop such a glorious sight? You, kneeling and devouring him, sucking him off again and again like it was the only thing you needed. Still, his cock was painfully swollen, and he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
“B-baby, don’t you want me t-to fuck your sweet pussy?”
Slurping around his cock, you looked up at him under your lashes, making Obito let out a whimper and throw his head back. You stopped, playing with his cock and kissing it, licking him slowly.
“You gonna breed me, baby? Make me all swollen and dripping with you? Only you?”
Damn it, Obito fucking lost it at that. He gently took your hands off him, and the next second, you were in bed, with him already between your thighs. His gaze was so intense it made your heart tremble, afraid of how hard he’d fuck you now. But you already knew what would happen when you teased him enough—deep, slow thrusts until the bed nearly broke, and you were left with at least two loads inside.
🍃 Naruto
Naruto would be clueless like always when it came to anything about your body. But after a while, he swore on his life he’d learn everything about it just to make you happy. Even if sometimes he asked dumb questions that didn’t make any sense. “Ahm… Been thinking since morning. If you’re ovulating, you’ll stop making babies if… we fuck?”
Naruto was more than happy to eat you out as a warm-up, even begging you to ride his face until he couldn’t breathe, his head locked between your thighs.
“Not enough, not enough—!” As your moans spilled into the air, grinding on his face, Naruto looked up at you with a feral glint in his eyes. That look alone made your heart skip—your mouth falling open, your whole body blabbering for his cock.
Wanting nothing more than to be inside your soul, Naruto had you pinned completely, sometimes with your legs over his shoulders or wrapped around his waist while he fucked you deep and fast. His back was covered in scratches—ones he secretly loved admiring after, even if he blushed thinking about what he’d done.
“F-fuck, baby! You r-really are the perfect girl for me—Mhmm!” Naruto’s hoarse, slightly desperate voice made you spiral closer to the edge every time he spoke, accentuated by his hard, deep thrusts. “And the b-best pussy ever.”
🍃 Sasuke
Sasuke wouldn’t even be aware of it. Especially since he initiates almost every time. And especially since you don’t really know how to do it, so you’re scared to embarrass yourself (you wouldn’t—he’d be hard in a minute if you even tried).
Until now, you only tried to show him through more affection. Like burying yourself in his soul. And the only reaction you got (pretty cute) was a blushing Sasuke. But things didn’t stay that way for long. Annoyed he couldn’t read your intent, you started acting petty, your irritation rising drastically. At first, he only gave you a side-glance or raised eyebrow—aware of your hormonal cycles since he monitors them to understand you better. Until you became too irrational for him to decipher anymore.
After a rough day, you welcomed him with one of your passive-aggressive remarks that made him vanish, acting impulsively until he was right behind you. Your breath halted and your pulse ticked the moment you felt the warm air from his mouth against your ear.
“Why are you acting like that?” His voice was contained, restrained from snapping the way you’d spoken to him these past days. “Are you mad at me?”
You swallowed hard, a shiver running down your spine as you closed your eyes, his presence intoxicating everything around you, the heat of his body touching you so faintly it made you ache for more. Sasuke widened his eyes slightly at the realization—watching you bite your lip to avoid admitting, watching your trembling legs, the way you avoided his dark gaze. You want him, don’t you?
His voice was mocking, yet soft. His hands finally touched you more, still far too slow for what you needed right now.
“Poor little thing. All this time you’ve just wanted me to fuck you?”
You gasped at his words, redness spreading across your cheeks as he started undressing you quickly, leaving you naked.
“Sasuke…” He kissed you from top to bottom, reaching your shoulder and kissing it gently just to make you hiss, marking you. He tilted your chin, chasing your lips as you moaned, pushing your ass back against his clothed cock, making him groan. “Fuck me, Sasuke—”
You were so wet you didn’t care about anything else—only his greedy hands, touching and squeezing every inch of you as he nuzzled into your neck.
“Should I? After the attitude you gave me all week?”
Seeing you so desperate for him, Sasuke only wanted to talk more for some reason. Maybe to get back at you for not saying it sooner, because if you had, he would’ve already fucked you several times by now. Or maybe simply because he adored the way his hands felt on your tempting bod, driving him mad. Especially when you beg.
“Please, baby—Please, Sasuke!”
He hummed at your plea, undoing his belt in the process and not making you wait much longer before slipping inside—slow, but deep. Even though you were dripping, already prepared with two fingers, you still clenched impossibly tight, making it hard for him to last.
“Relax, [Name]. Fucking hell—”
You started bouncing on his cock, unable to listen—loving it too much, moaning his name. Sasuke groaned at the sight, chasing your hips and fucking you deeper, rougher, if that’s what you desperately wanted. Still, he really needed to fuck you again because you made him cum way too soon. Now you needed to cum at least twice, looking only at him.
