#naruto imagine

[gingerkunoichii]

☆ Yandere Naruto Men and their Obsession with You ☆

MASTERLIST Characters: Naruto Uzumaki, Shikamaru Nara, Sasuke Uchiha, Kakashi Hatake, Itachi Uchiha, Obito Uchiha.

Warnings: abusive relationships, control, emotional manipulation, lovebombing, obsessive crazy love, isolation, intense jealousy, violence, almost physical abuse.

His Loving Obsession • Naruto isn’t just obsessed—he’s everywhere. His sunshine demeanour means no one questions it when he’s constantly by your side, always checking in, always making sure you’re okay. But behind the smiles and laughter, there’s something darker—a need so strong it borders on suffocation. Every time you smile at someone else, every time you talk about your plans without him, his stomach twists, and that friendly grin becomes just a little tighter. • Naruto doesn’t just love you—he worships you. He remembers every little thing about you, from your favourite snack to the way you like your coffee. He’ll show up with small surprises—your favorite candy, a new book you mentioned in passing, a blanket because he noticed you shivering the other day. He’s always thinking about you, always looking for ways to make you smile. • Naruto is a master at making you feel guilty without ever outright saying it. If you spend time with someone else, his expression falls just enough to make your chest ache. “Do you really think they care about you the way I do?” There’s no malice in his voice, only a quiet vulnerability that makes your chest ache. He’s not trying to control you (or so it seems)—he just can’t bear the thought of losing you to someone who doesn’t love you as deeply as he does.

• His jealousy is weirdly explosive. If someone flirts with you, his entire demeanour shifts. The laughter stops, his voice drops, and his eyes harden. It's like he's a whole different person. He’s quick to insert himself between you and the “threat,” acting like the person speaking to you is some sort of strange pervert, making it awkward for everyone.

• Naruto’s love becomes all-consuming. His hugs are tight, his hands always on you—your waist, your arm, the small of your back. He needs the reassurance of your presence, needs to feel your warmth under his fingers. His kisses are soft but desperate, like he’s trying to pour all his feelings into every movement, whispering against your lips, “No one can take you from me, Y/N.” You're so bombarded by him that you have no space to ever question it.

His Toxic Obsession

• Shikamaru doesn’t just watch you—he studies you. Every word you say, every nervous habit, every glance you throw at someone else—it’s all meticulously catalogued in his mind. He knows you better than you know yourself, and he uses that knowledge like a weapon. When he speaks to you, it’s with a precision that leaves you reeling and self-doubting, his words cutting straight to the heart of your insecurities and desires. • He isn’t loud or obvious when he cuts people out of your life. He does it quietly, methodically, in ways you don’t notice until it’s too late. Maybe he “accidentally” forgets to tell you about a group hangout or makes plans that conveniently overlap with your commitments to others. Before you realize it, he’s the only constant in your life, the only person you can turn to. “See? It’s just us now. It’s easier this way.” • Shikamaru doesn’t need to raise his voice to control you. His calm, measured tone is enough to make you second-guess everything. “Are you sure that’s a good idea, Y/N? I mean, do what you want, but…” His words always trail off, leaving you to fill in the blanks. And when you do change your mind, he’s there with a lazy smirk, like he knew you would all along.

• When Shikamaru finally confesses, it’s not a plea—it’s a statement. “I’ve been patient with you. I’ve let you figure things out on your own, but it’s time you see what’s obvious.” His voice is low, steady, leaving no room for argument, your self-worth is so battered down from everything he's done you actually believe him, actually want to be with him.

• Shikamaru’s love is suffocating, an intricate web of manipulation and control that feels impossible to escape. But beneath the darkness, there’s an unsettling tenderness—a quiet devotion that makes you hesitate. “I only do this because I love you,” he says, his voice soft, almost vulnerable. And in those moments, you wonder if he truly believes it. If maybe, somehow, he’s convinced himself that this twisted, obsessive love is what you need.

His Unrelenting Obsession

• Sasuke’s fixation is nothing short of paralyzing. His eyes follow you everywhere, dark and unblinking, like he’s dissecting you piece by piece. It’s suffocating, the way he can hold you in place with just a look, his intensity seeping into every interaction until it feels like there’s nowhere to hide. He had never been so entranced by someone or something before you. • Sasuke wouldn’t hesitate to dismantle anything—or anyone—that threatens his control. A co-worker who’s too friendly? Suddenly, they’re fired over a baseless rumour. A friend who tries to intervene? They start receiving anonymous threats. It’s never loud or messy; it’s surgical, precise. He’s a ghost in the machine, orchestrating your isolation with a chilling efficiency that leaves you wondering if you’re imagining it when he acts the same as he always does - cool and detached. • Sasuke would make you dependent on him without you even realizing it. He’d insert himself into every aspect of your life—your confidant, your protector, your only constant. When things fall apart (because he made sure they would), he’s the one picking up the pieces, whispering, “You don’t need anyone else. I’ll take care of you.” And in your weakest moments, it feels like the truth. • If you ever try to leave him, Sasuke’s calm exterior would shatter. He wouldn’t yell or beg—he’d act. Your phone? Smashed. Your keys? Gone. Every avenue of escape meticulously closed off until the only person you can turn to is him. His voice would drop to a dangerous whisper: “Everyone has left me. You don't get to do that, Y/N.” And when he says it, it feels like a vow—a terrifying, irreversible truth. • Beneath the darkness, there’s a twisted form of love—a desperate, all-consuming need to keep you safe, to keep you his. Sasuke genuinely believes that what he’s doing is for your own good, that no one else could possibly love you the way he does. And in his mind, it’s not obsession—it’s destiny. You were meant to be his, no matter the cost.

His Devoted Obsession

• Kakashi’s tactics are subtle and insidious, cloaked in warmth and care. He’d insert himself into your life in ways that feel natural, like he’s just a dependable friend who’s always there when you need him, always appearing when things are going dire. But it’s calculated. Every comforting word, every thoughtful gesture, every perfectly timed “coincidence” is part of his plan to weave himself into the fabric of your life. “You looked a little overwhelmed, so I thought I’d step in.” • Kakashi convinces himself that his obsession is rooted in a desire to protect you, that it's normal he would be like this after everything that had happened to him throughout his life. If you’re in danger, he’s the first one there, stepping in with a calm authority that leaves no room for argument. “You don’t need to thank me. I’d do anything for you.” • His charm is his greatest weapon. He knows how to put you at ease, to make you laugh, to make you feel safe. His lazy demeanour and soft-spoken words hide the intensity of his obsession, lulling you into a false sense of security, that he would never do anything to hurt you. When he teases you, his tone is light and playful, but there’s an edge to his smile that makes your pulse quicken.

• Kakashi doesn’t need to be loud or aggressive to isolate you—he’s far too smart for that. Instead, he subtly plants doubt in your mind about the people around you. “They didn’t seem very supportive of you earlier, did they?” “Are you sure they have your best interests at heart?” His tone is so soft, so thoughtful and seemingly wise, that you don’t realize he’s slowly nudging you into relying on him alone. • He doesn’t see his actions as manipulative or controlling—they’re protective, necessary. “I can't lose you, not after losing everyone else,” he’ll say, his voice so soft and convincing that you genuinely believe him. But the truth is, Kakashi’s love is a cage, and no matter how warm and comforting it feels, it’s one you’ll never escape.

His Desperate Obsession

• He loves you so desperately, so tenderly, with full unrestrained love. It feels like you were swept off your heels by him and his intensity, the way he knew he wanted you from the beginning and the way you completely crumbled underneath him was almost pathetic. He loves you like no one has before, gifting you thoughtful things he knows you like, listening to everything you say with genuine interest. He protects you, no one bothers you whilst you're with him suddenly - and you don't quite understand. • Itachi carries the ghosts of his clan in every step, every breath, every calculated action. He’s spent his entire life sacrificing, losing everything to protect what he loves. But you? You’re something he can’t sacrifice, something he won’t. He tells himself that this time, he won’t fail, won’t let the people he loves slip through his fingers. This time, he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe, no matter the cost. • Itachi’s protectiveness goes beyond reason. He’s already failed once, letting his clan fall under his blade for the greater good, and he refuses to fail again. He doesn’t trust the world to keep you safe, so he takes matters into his own hands. The friend who’s too nosy? Gone without a trace. The ex who tries to reach out? Shows up in the news dead. You don’t see the strings he’s pulling, the shadows he’s working in, but the world around you becomes eerily smooth, free of threats. “You’re safe with me,” he’d say, his tone so calm, so certain, that you believe him. • His obsession is fuelled by guilt as much as love. He knows he doesn’t deserve you, not after what he’s done, but that only makes him cling to you harder. You’re his second chance, his proof that he can protect something without destroying it. He doesn’t tell you this—he doesn’t want to burden you with his darkness—but every glance, every touch carries the unspoken weight of his guilt. “You make me feel human again,” he’d admit in a rare moments of vulnerability. • If you ever tried to leave, Itachi wouldn’t react with anger or desperation. His voice would stay calm, his movements controlled, but there would be a finality in his words that makes your stomach twist. one that you know you can't resist because at this point he had made himself the top of the pyramid in your life. “You don’t understand what you’re saying. The world isn’t safe for you without me.” And if you push further, he’d step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I’ve already lost everyone I’ve ever loved. I won’t let it happen again. Not with you.”

His Masked Obsession

• When you first meet him, when you're only friends he keeps up the guise of Tobi. Tobi is a harmless goof, all smiles and playful antics. He makes you laugh, brightens your day, and slips into your life so easily it feels natural. But Tobi isn’t real—he’s a shield, a distraction from the storm brewing beneath. Every laugh, every clumsy joke is calculated, a way to draw you closer, to make you trust him. “See? Tobi’s a good boy!” he chirps, his eyes gleaming with something darker than innocence. • As Tobi, he drowns you in affection. He remembers every little thing you like, shows up with thoughtful gifts “just because,” and tells you how much you mean to him at every opportunity. “You’re Tobi’s favourite person! No one else compares!” His voice is light, his tone warm, and it’s easy to feel safe around him. • The switch happens when you least expect it. The moment you cross a line he doesn’t like—talking to someone else for too long, brushing off his affection, or even hinting at distance—the mask shatters. His voice drops and lowers, his posture stiffens, and the playful Tobi disappears. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his tone sharp and cutting. It’s a complete shift, like you’re staring into the eyes of someone you don’t recognize. • Losing Rin shattered Obito, and the thought of losing you pushes him over the edge. Every moment he isn’t with you feels like a threat, every smile you give someone else feels like a betrayal. He projects his pain onto you, his desperation spilling out in violent outbursts followed by trembling apologies. “I can’t lose you,” he growls, his hands fisting in your hair as he pulls you closer. “Not again. Not ever.” • After every outburst, Tobi returns, full of apologies and desperate affection. He showers you with gifts, clings to you like a lost puppy, and whispers tearful apologies. “Tobi’s so sorry! Tobi didn’t mean to scare you!” His voice is trembling, his hands gentle as he cups your face. He tells you how much he loves you, how he can’t live without you, how he’ll do better. • Obito’s love is suffocating, destructive, a wildfire that consumes everything in its path. He doesn’t see his violence as cruelty—it’s protection. He doesn’t see his obsession as wrong—it’s love. “I’ll destroy anyone who tries to take you from me,” he says, his voice calm but his eyes wild. “Even you, if I have to.” And in his mind, that’s not a threat—it’s a promise.

[mushies-stories]

Naruto men eating you out 18+

Warning: oral, smut, 18+

Kakashi

He is a little lazy about it. Slow and kind of does his own thing. Having you on your back is his favorite position to have you in. just so he can lay comfortable between your soft thighs and lick at your sweet little pussy at his own leisure. 

“You taste so good. Could stay like this for hours, would you like?”

It's not like he doesn't focus on your actual pleasure though, in fact he is quite in tune with every reaction you have and what does make you feel good. He knows if he adds just a bit more pressure, licked or sucked a little more and you'd be pushed right over the edge. 

He simply just loves to listen to you, feel the way your legs twitch in his hold, everything about you. Until you finally gasp out how much you need to cum, he's perfectly content savouring every lick. Even then, he can never just stop at that. He needs your pussy to be a dripping mess and you to be nice and worn out to feel like he's done a good enough job.

Sasuke

A fucking tease. Something about watching you struggle to hold yourself up right when he's kneeling down between your legs makes his cock switch. One leg over his shoulder while he grabs your hips to keep you still. Even when he's the one who initiated the interaction, he never lets you cum right away. He teases you before even giving your pussy a single lick. Biting and sucking little bruises on your thighs. 

Pushes you to the edge over and over. Even when you beg him to let you cum, if he's in a mod he simply just pulls back and nips at your thighs. 

“Oh no, no cumming until I tell you too.” 

Once he finally lets you cum, he keeps going until you can't help but cum again and again. He doesnt let you stop until your legs cant hold you up anymore. Until you're falling into his lap with shaky legs.

Kiba

Will devour your pussy. His favorite thing is spending hours with his face in your cunt, making a mess of you. However… because it's in my head, I can't stop thinking about how if you both were training or on a mission with some down time, he would have you bent over a log with your pants and panties around your thighs or ankles and just going for it. Getting maybe a little feral about it. 

Licking you from behind and shoving his tongue deep in your pussy. Wrapping his hands around the front of your thighs and yanking you back if you try to pull away. Growling into your dripping pussy and making sure you cum hard so he can slurp up your mess. 

“See, no one's watching, just let me taste you a little more.”

Doesnt stop until you tell him, or you know someone was approaching. Probably happened once and now the man jumps at every opportunity to do it again. 

Shikamaru

Also lazy, but even more than kakashi. Likes to lay on his back and be able to pull you down onto his face. It's not the only way he will, but it's the usual way he will. Does not hold back on trying however, he puts all of his efforts into his tongue game. 

Knows your body like the back of your hand and has your legs shaking around him in no time. Knows what to say to make your pussy dripping for him, touches you in all the right stops and sucks your clit just right. Teases you with his tongue until you're whining about needing to cum. 

“So wet, about to cum? Go on, let go for me.”

Pull you back by the hips and take everything you have to give him when you finally cum, making a mess of his face. His hold on you never lets go. Hell give your thighs a few kisses before diving back in. it's the least he can do, since he's so comfy.

Neji

Very focused on your pleasure. Like you on your back so he can look up and see you easier. Eye contact feels like a thing with him. While he's between your thighs and licks up your pussy and flicks your clit. Like to kind of experiment in a way of trying new moves or something he thinks you might like and seeing your reaction, reading your body. If you do, adds it to the list of things to make your pleasure even better. 

Likes when your fingers play with his hair and urges him closer, he happily obliges your needs. 

“Need me to make you feel good here? Don’t worry, I'll take care of you.”

When you cum he makes sure to help you ride through the high. He rubs your thighs and kisses your pussy softly as you come down. Loves how sensitive your body is after and can't wait too long before he's sliding his tongue back through your silky folds.

i hope y"all liked it!

[fanaticsnail]

Themes: Might Guy x afab!reader, smut, mdni, NSFW, 18+, smutty thoughts, enjoy them. It's nothing but just thoughts.

Notes: I have some things to say about this man. And none of them are even remotely safe for work. I have also had some wine, thus resulting in this.

Imagine getting folded in half, turned upside down, taken inside out, and fucked hard into the mattress by the man that is Might Guy.

He would be so good with it, too. He'd talk you through it and not stop until you've cried out his name in every feverish pitch he can squeeze from you. He'll fuck you from the back and kiss all the way up the spine from tailbone to neck, nipping at the flesh while focussing on you rather than his own bliss.

Guy continuing to push himself past the limit to be stronger than he was in meeting the pace since the night before. Hitting every nerve with his pinpointed technique, using the chakra likes and place his touch along every intense nerve until heavens gates are open. He'll, he'd make you squirt and praise you all the way through it.

Might Guy fucks hard.

He is intense and filled with romance all in one single swing. His aftercare is unmatched and filled with smiles and that devotion that he has to his job and students all comes into single fruition while kissing everything he could ever hold dear. Self-esteem issues? Where? Not while Might Guy treasures you with his words, eyes, and body in every single breath. His single thought in this moment is on you, and he does everything he can to match his breaths with your own.

He might even take the weights off to see just how far he can push himself.

See, sex is a sport for him, and he loves to win gold. The only time he comes first is when his partner cums first. Second. Third. Forth. And fifth. And then maybe he'll cum. Even if he doesn't cum, he has fun if his partner does. He's all about that rush and seeing heaven in your eyes. And boy, does that man see those gates in you.

Until the one time he's not.

And that time?

Oh that time...

Hard, fast, and filled with the single thought of 'cum, cum, cum' until he's flooding every hole you have until you're ruined by the bliss that is Might Guy.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 16 

Tobirama Senju + mind break

Fuck it, Inuzuka reader. I did Aburame reader last year, so I dont wanna repeat it, even if they are my fave. 

Written as a ramble, cuz thats all I got.  My brain just switched off as I wrote this, enjoy.

Kinktober 2025 masterlist

Imagine being Tobirama’s romantic partner. The two of you might not have a name for it, especially with being men and all that. It's just documented down at Tobirama never married and never had kids, but you guys were “best friends”.  

The kinda best friends that lived together and spent all their free time together. Historians will call you platonic soulmates. As if you weren’t fucking Tobirama stupid every other night. 

As an Inuzuka, especially as the clan just joined Konoha, you are more in touch with your canine-like instincts. You might even be a little more feral than the rest of the clan. 

Sharper teeth, sharper claws, an even better nose which makes you one of Konoha’s best trackers, which you use as an excuse to spend more time with your mate, aka Tobirama. 

Being deeper connected with your feral nature, also means you experience something most of the Inuzuka clan does. Ruts.  

For most of the clan, it’s a period of feeling extra heated and horny, maybe sniffing around their preferred partner some more, prowling around them, some heated dreams. But it’s not the end of the world. 

But for you, it’s much worse. It especially doesn’t help that Tobirama takes his studies and duties so seriously, that he won’t return home early when you go into rut. It drives you up the wall, and you always end up ripping the futon and a lot of Tobirama’s clothes with all your snarling, drooling and clawing. 

Your ninken is smart enough to stay away when you get like this, the canine staying with the clan, or even looking for cover with the Senju clan.  

When Tobirama finally returns home, the poor guy won’t know what hit him. Well, he will, since his sensory abilities would have notified him about your state. It’s not that he can smell or sense the rut, but he feels the change in your chakra. 

But nothing could prepare the usually stoic and serious Senju for what dating a Inuzuka would be like, especially one as feral as you. 

Imagine as Tobirama tries to stay on his feet, to stay serious and order you to slow down as you prowl towards him, naked as the day you were born and so sweaty you were shiny like a glazed donut. 

Which just ends up with Tobirama bent over the table in the entryway, his pants pulled down and shirt pushed up as you sloppily eat him out, your mouth wide open, not wanting to accidentally bite him. 

Tobirama is able to keep up the first couple of rounds, even as his clothes are thrown all over your home and he’s dragged across the carpet as you fold him into a lethal mating press. 

You only start feeling satisfaction when Tobirama starts slurring and stuttering, drool running down his chin as he pants and moans into whatever remains of your futon. 

Tobirama is normally such a serious guy, who says it how it is and thinks logically. But as you bounce him on your dick like a fleshlight, the poor Senju can only keen and tremble. 

Imagine Tobirama’s dick squirting clear fluid as you pull him into a full nelson, your arms hooked under his knees as you move him up and down with the same energy you had when you guys started hours ago. 

Imagine the look on his face growing dumber and dumber with each orgasm you wring out of him and with each load you pump into him. How red and sweaty his body gets, how strings of drool hang out of his mouth, his hairy a mess and sticking up in every direction. 

After hours upon hours of rutting and tearing up the apartment, covering Tobirama in hickeys and bites and making him cum so many times he can’t even get hard anymore, you finally feel the tight feeling at the base of your dick. 

Tobirama gurgles out a stupid noise as he feels something even bigger try to squeeze into his already sore and reddened hole. His eyes are wide and teary as he looks down, watching his own soft overstimulated cock flop about as you try to rut your knot into him. 

“Come onnnn, open up Tobirama” you whine, nibbling at his eatlobe. “lemme knot you, fuck you full of my damn brats” you growl, feeling dizzy from how damn good it feels to plow an ass as good as Tobirama’s. 

You both knew you couldn’t actually knock him up, or well, Tobirama normally knew. But you’d fucked him so much for the past many hours, that the poor Senju lets out a pathetic moaned sob. “’m not ready for kids” he sobs, his limp dick dribbling more fluid all over the floor as you move him about. 

Obviously, you can’t not snicker and tease him a little. It's such a rare treat to have him this dumb on you dick after all. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. We can take care of em together” you coo, angling your hips so your knot finally pops inside, making Tobirama howl like he’s the one from a clan like yours. 

It’s impressive to see how his back arches and his toes curl, how his eyes cross in an expression you swore only existed in pervy novels. It makes you shoot out a few extra spurts, filling him with enough to make his lower stomach swell, just a little. 

Tobirama trembles like a leaf as you hold him close. You won’t be able to pull out for a while thanks to your knot, so you sit down with your lover in your lap. 

“Look Tobi” you coo, poking his little belly. Tobirama, still unable to form a thought or see straight, flops his chin down, another sniffled sob of overstimulation leaving his reddened lips. 

“B-babies” he slurs, almost swaying from side to side as he pats at his little pooch. You almost pop a second knot right then and there. By the sage, you wish you could get him like this more. 

Instead, you just growl a little and lick at his neck. “Yeah, ours” you rumble, not wanting to break his little fantasy just yet. Not when he’s this adorable. 

[dreadsuitsamus]

in the mood to bully an old man. jiraiya x fem!reader, nsfw

"please." he's so desperate and pathetic, down on his knees as you sit at your vanity. his cock rests pathetically against his thigh, whimpering out beads of pre whenever you glance his way.

"you can't afford me." there's a soft pop as the cap comes off of your lipstick, taking pity as you drag it down the side of his face.

"i can— i can pay tomorrow, i-i swear to god i can. just—" his dark eyes close as you draw another line, a shiver shuddering his bones. "please. be nice to an old man."

your lip curls into a sneer as you put the lipstick away. "you're a disgusting pervert. letting you in this bedroom is gift enough. in case you forgot, you buy my services."

"how could i forget?? my bank account's empty 'causa you!" jiraiya's voice is raspy and his sweaty forehead rests on your leg; his jaw shakes as the desire to bite you consumes him, that smooth skin so pretty...

"ugh." your eyes can't roll any harder. "take out another line of credit."

"the bank's gonna deny me, you know that."

"hm."

"b-but i'll try! swear to god. s-swear to god..."

a bored sigh passes your lips. "grab your cock."

large, thick fingers wrap around his shaft, as commanded, and the old man looks at you with eyes too hopeful. your grasping of his strong forearm litters his pale skin with goosebumps, and your lazy dragging of his arm to assist him in jerking his own cock pulls a needy, whiny moan from him.

"pathetic." you hiss at him. "it's not even a real handjob."

"real 'nuff... f'r me..." jiraiya's tongue is heavy, lolling to the side and soon out of his mouth, left to hang like a dog's.

"you look so stupid. pull yourself together." gripping his jaw harshly and spitting into his mouth, you guide his arm faster. your eyes are blown out in their own pleasure, finding such joy in dominating a big, old man. "you're so stupid. going into debt just to not even have your cock touched by me. what's wrong with you?"

"how much time you got?" jiraiya just barely breathes out his response, his head dipping back and exposing that broad chest and those defined abs. you drag his hand faster, forcing him closer to the edge even with this pathetic setup. "fuck, 'm gonna..."

"gonna what?" your eyes narrow sharply. and jiraiya recognizes the tone, swallowing thickly as he will his sack to hold on just a few seconds longer.

"buy you pretty things."

satisfaction crosses both of your mouths.

[asce-of-hearts]

Day 30 - Restraints

Contents: Asking Shikamaru to take control in the bedroom? What a drag...

more Shikamaru content here

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WARNINGS: FINGERING, RESTRAINTS, INNAPROPIATE USE OF SHADOW POSSESSION JUTSU, NIPPLE PLAY.

Shikamaru lets out the most prolonged and dramatic grunt he can, all while rolling his eyes.

“But if I tie you up I will be the one that has to do everything.” He complains. “What a drag…”

Shikamaru, against all odds, is a pillow prince. He loves to just lay down and use his hands to guide your hips up and down his cock. Don’t get me wrong, you’re not just a glorified flesh-light to him. You’re his loving, caring, slightly scary spouse who he would kill for. But also, you were mostly in charge around the bedroom. Because he liked it. Because he just loved to get lost in the sigh of your tits bouncing as you rode him nice and slow.

“Can’t we have a change of pace?” You plead, wanting for once to not have to do your whole leg workout just by riding him until he cums. “It’s either this or a threes-”

“Don’t even mention that. God!” He groans. Taking a looong drag of his cigarette, before snuffing it out on the ashtray. A surge of jealousy suddenly overcoming him. He shoots you a glare, although nothing he does holds any real bite when it comes to you. “Fine, I’ll do it. You’re so…” He searches for the right words, eyes narrowing into slits at your triumphant grin. “Impossible.”

It’s really not so bad.

No. It’s actually great. If he’s honest.

You’re beautiful. But there’s a different kind of beauty to you when you’re all tied up and pliant. Served and presented to him like a full course meal. Vulnerable, unable to do anything while he has you cuffed by the arms and the legs. If he was feeling more sadistic, he would’ve chosen a much more humiliating pose, or would’ve just hog tied you. For now, your limbs are just bound together, hands with hands, ankles with ankles. He takes a good, long moment to just stare.

“You’re pretty like this.” He says, curtly. Another cigarette lit as he uses his free hand to trace your naked abdomen. You can’t help but shiver. He smirks. “Could just leave you like this and go about my day.”

“You wouldn’t.” You pout. He lets out a single chuckle. For a moment you fear he will actually do it. Recalcitrant as he is. He would punish you for making him work for it. But he doesn’t. He just remains leaning against the edge of the bed, tracing your naked skin while he smokes. Despite everything, you only feel slightly anxious. You trust him, you trust him more than you trust yourself. But you’re getting impatient, and your cunt is getting wet when you realize just how vulnerable you are under him.

Leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your forehead, he puts his cigarette out on the ashtray once more. If you were much less lucid and a lot more horny, you would’ve asked him to do it on your skin. Even if you already know he would’ve refused. Shikamaru is not a sadist, not in the slightest. Spanking is as far as he is willing to go when it comes to hurting you. He already hurts people enough in his job, he doesn’t need to do it at home. Not to you, at least. He continues to press more gentle kisses. Trailing down from your lips to your jaw, to your neck to your collarbone; sternum, breasts, abdomen all the way down to your navel. You shudder under his ministrations, his stubble itches as it grazes your skin. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, practically purring against your skin as he uses both of his hands to trace your hips. Your impatience is reaching a fever pitch.

“Fuck me, Shikamaru,” You try and sound demanding, even if it comes out as a pathetic plead. “With your fingers, with your tongue, with your cock. Do whatever you want. Just fuck me.” You don’t need to tell him twice when one of his hands leaves your hips to trace slow, tortuous circles over your clit. His mouth over yours, the lingering taste of mint and nicotine making your eyes roll back. You cannot cling to his neck, not when your hands are still bound and the only thing you can actually do is writhe your hips in hopes of getting more friction out of his hand. He chuckles, sucking on your tongue and using his free hand to toy with one of your nipples. 

“Eager…” He whispers against your lips, you can only moan his name when he finally sticks a finger inside of you. His mouth trails down once more, until it reaches one of your tits so he can suckle at it. Drooling all over and around your nipple as the other one continues to be toyed with by his other hand. A triple attack, smart move. Another finger is added, scissoring inside you for a while before it curls right into your sweet spot, making your hips jolt upwards. He grins. “Thought I had restrained you properly. But you can still move away from me…” He pulls his fingers out. Sighing. 

Still clothed, only bothering to pull his pants down a bit so his cock can spring out. Shikamaru lifts your hips, until your ass is over the edge of the bed and he can slip his shaft inside with ease. You’re slick, you’re pliant, beautiful, and you’re utterly his. A slightly suffocating sensation overcomes you, and you can see him break a sweat. Your muscles stop responding, and your mind only feels with him.

“I should’ve used this from the start,” He grunts, bottoming out inside your sweet cunny. Throwing his head back as the jutsu fully sets its place around your system. Completely restrained, completely under his control now. “Now… What were you nagging me about taking control in the bedroom?"

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Unofficial Roommate

Naruto Uzumaki x Reader

Summary: Y/n always invites yourself over to Naurto place

Naruto didn’t want to admit it—but you were annoying.

It was late at night, and after a long, grueling mission, all he wanted was some peace. Instead, he came home to find you sprawled out on his bed.

“Hi, Naruto,” you greeted sleepily, blinking up at him with those drowsy, innocent eyes.

He sighed, shoulders slumping at the sight of you—again. Lately, you’d been showing up at his place unannounced, and honestly, it was starting to wear him down. Didn’t you get it? He was a man. Men needed downtime. Space. And clearly, you weren’t picking up on his not-so-subtle hints.

“Y/n… you’re here… again,” he muttered, voice flat.

“Yup!” you beamed, sitting up a little. “I can never get sick of hanging out with my bestie!”

Oh, but he sure could.

“Uh—look, Y/n,” he tried, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was kinda hoping for some alone time tonight.”

But like always, his hints went right over your head.

“No worries!” you chirped. “That’s why I’m here—so you won’t be alone!

You smiled up at him, bright and genuine. That was the problem—you meant well. You loved spending time with him. You were just trying to make him happy. And damn it, he appreciated that. He really did.

But there had to be a line.

“Yeah, it’s just… don’t you miss sleeping in your own bed?”

You shook your head, grinning. “Nah. I don’t mind sharing with you.

That smile. That damn cute smile again.

Maybe he could hold out for just one more night.

He sighed and crawled into bed beside you. But the second he got comfortable, you rolled over, tossed an arm across his chest, and slid your leg between his—pressing in closer and closer.

Naruto tensed.

Your thigh brushed too high. Way too high.

“WOAH—WHAT THE HELL?!” he shouted, jolting away and flicking the covers off you.

You blinked in confusion, startled. “Eh—what is it?!”

He stared at you, eyes wide, completely flustered—and pissed. “Okay! That’s enough! You can’t just keep showing up here unannounced, clinging to me all night wearing practically nothing! I’m a guy, not one of your girlfriends!”

His words came out louder and harsher than he meant them to, unfiltered, raw. What he meant to say was something else entirely.

I know you only see me as a friend, but I don’t. And I’m exhausted pretending like I’m fine with that. I need space because it’s killing me to have you this close when I want so much more. I’m constantly resisting you, and it’s driving me insane. Please… just give me some breathing room.

But of course, you weren’t a mind reader.

“What the hell?!” you snapped, pulling away, more confused than angry. “Where is this even coming from?!”

Naruto ran his hands through his hair, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You wouldn’t do this to Sasuke, so why are you doing it to me?”

“Of course I wouldn’t act this way with Sasuke!” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Then why do you act like this with me?! I’m not Sakura!”

You snorted at that. “I definitely don’t do this with Sakura. You think?”

You sighed, gaze softening as you turned your head away. Finally, you spoke the truth you’d been avoiding.

“Okay. I started this with pure intentions. I just… I didn’t like the idea of you living alone. It sounded horribly lonely.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear, then glanced at him, your voice softening.

“But, you know… you’re handsome, Naruto.”

The way you said it—so bluntly, so honestly—knocked the air right out of him.

“I crossed a line. I pushed your boundaries, and I’m sorry.”

Naruto’s mind started spinning.

“Oh god—I’ve descended into a creep! I’m so sorry, Naruto,” you blurted, suddenly standing up and scrambling to gather your things. “I’m going to go crawl under a rock and then some—”

But Naruto reached out, grabbing your upper arm before you could bolt.

“Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?” he asked, his voice low and a little breathless. His brain was racing, pulling the pieces together—but it couldn’t be what it sounded like… could it?

You froze. Then groaned in frustration. “Ah, damn it—yes, fine, okay, I admit it! I’m really into you—ugh—I can’t believe this. I’m—”

“I feel the same way about you.”

The words spilled out of him before he could think. Your eyes locked, stunned. Both of you at a sudden loss for what to do next.

Then Naruto lifted the blanket, looking at you with that familiar half-scowl, half-smile.

“Get back in the damn bed, dummy.”

Like he was offering you your rightful place—like you belonged.

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Kakashi x Reader

Summary: You’re Hokage Kakashi’s assistant, often the last one in the office with him.

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The Hokage’s office was quiet, too quiet, except for the soft scratching of pens and the occasional sigh from across the desk.

Kakashi sat with his usual slouch, silver hair falling into his eyes as he combed through yet another mountain of paperwork.

You sat across from him, your own stack just as high, doing your best to keep your head down and your heart steady.

You’d done this a hundred times before. Late nights, dim lighting, silence heavy with things left unsaid.

But something about tonight felt different.

Maybe it was the way he kept glancing at you, quick looks he thought you wouldn’t notice. Maybe it was how his voice sounded when he said your name earlier, a little too soft, a little too thoughtful.

Or maybe it was just you.

Your hand ached, so you set your pen down and rolled your wrist.

“You okay?” he asked, barely above a whisper.

You nodded, smiling a little. “Just stiff. I’ve been writing for hours.”

He leaned back in his chair, stretching until his shirt pulled tight across his chest, then gave you a look that was half fond, half guilty.

“I shouldn’t be keeping you this late.”

“You always say that,” you teased. “And I always stay.”

“Maybe I like that you do.”

You blinked. His tone was quiet. Barely teasing. Almost serious.

You looked at him across the desk.

The lamp cast a soft gold glow over his face. His mask was still up, but his eyes were warm. Focused. Nervous.

He stood slowly, walking around to your side of the desk.

You turned in your chair to face him as he leaned back against the edge of the wood.

You expected him to ask about another report.

He didn’t.

Instead, he reached down and took your hand, fingers brushing yours so gently you almost thought you imagined it.

“You do too much,” he said softly. “Not just for the village. For me.”

You swallowed. “I don’t mind.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why it scares me.”

Your eyes met his. His thumb traced your knuckles. Every nerve in your body was suddenly awake.

“Kakashi…”

He lowered his head slightly, close enough that his voice dropped.

“I look forward to these nights with you,” he admitted. “Too much. I don’t even know when it started. I just know I’d rather be buried in paperwork with you than sleep without you near.”

Your breath caught. “What are you saying?”

He hesitated for a beat, then slowly, wordlessly, reached up and pulled his mask down.

Your heart skipped.

“I’m saying,” he murmured, “that I want you. I’ve wanted you for a long time. And I’m tired of pretending that I don’t.”

The kiss, when it came, was careful.

Not shy but quiet. Like a confession sealed between lips instead of ink.

You kissed him back.

Fingers tangled in his uniform, heart thudding in time with his.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Still okay working overtime?” he asked, smiling faintly.

You laughed, breathless and glowing.

“As long as it’s with you.”

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