• Men that would have you sit between his legs and lean back against his chest so you can relax while his thick fingers work on you and your soaked pussy<3
• Men that spit into his palm before rubbing it all over your swollen folds, smearing it down to your entrance until it drips. The mess so obscene it makes that sticky shlick—shlick—shlick every time he moves his fingers.
• Men that slap your pussy, just to watch you jolt from the sting, then do it again to hear how embarrassingly wet you are for him.
• Men that switch up his words for you—“pretty girl” when you’re needy and clinging to him, “my love” when you’re soft and fluttering around his fingers, and “slut” when you’re begging for him to ruin you.
• Encourage you to squirt. Knows exactly when you need his thumb pressed to your clit, or his fingers curling deep inside, or both at once until you’re crying.
• Men that don’t stop even when your thighs shake, finger fucking you through your orgasm, watching the way your body convulses and your voice breaks for him. Loves how messy you get, how desperate, how loud.
• Men that groan when your squirt drenches him, because he made you do that
• And when you’re spent and trembling, he slows, slips his fingers out just to suck them clean, moaning about how sweet you taste before grabbing your chin and kissing you deep. Making sure you taste yourself on his tongue.
for the past hour you two have been going at it. you’ve cummed countless of times, squirting onto his abdomen as he bullies his thick cock into your tight cunt. your both covered in sweat, bodies glistening as the evening sun peeks through your curtains.
the sound of skin meeting skin echoing through the bedroom, “fuck right there” your moans are loud and pitched from the overstimulation, “you’re doin’ so good baby, you can take it a little longer.” he purrs into your ear before sitting back up right, pounding into you from the back.
“i’m gonna cum all in this pretty pussy as many times as i want, till your full of me.” he groans as he plants a smack onto your ass, which will probably have permanent hand marks on them after tonight. a whimper leaves your mouth as you bury your face into the pillow, “nuh uh look at me princess.” he instructs, reaching over and pulling you back up by your hair.
his hand moves down to your jaw, forcing your head to the side to look at him. he smiles, “such a good girl.” he rams into you harder and faster never breaking eye contact. “such a good pussy, fuuuck my god ‘s perfect.” his voice is shaky and you can tell he’s close to cumming.
your hips rock back onto him, matching his pace. “shiiiit you just wanna be full of me huh, okay okay i’ll give you what ya want.” he murmurs as thick ropes of cum fill you up for the third time that night. your body falls down onto the bed, his arms quickly wrapping around your waist and flipping you back over.
warnings: nsfw (MINORS DNI) naruto and the other students are 18-19
not proofread! feel free to send requests! :))
Kakashi
being domestic….
kakashi is very used to taking care of himself; so he automatically takes care of you too. but the second you start caring for him, he’s popping boners left and right.
you did his laundry for him: he’s hard. you made him lunch: he’s hard. you wish him luck on his mission and kiss his cheek: he’s hard.
some days he doesn’t even end up leaving the house because he gets to caught up fucking you silly over the kitchen counter LMAO
also his books…
if you read his books without him knowing and then reenact a scene with him, he will lose his mind.
Gai
wearing his clothes…
like if he comes home to see you in his green outfit, or even just his vest or leg warmers. he’s going feral and bending u tf over.
also if you watch him train and compliment his muscles, he will lose it. he loves showing off his strength to you (he’s always picking u up and throwing you over his shoulder hehe) so when you praise him for it he gets weak in the knees.
Jiraiya
everything and anything turns him on…
he loves your perfume. if he smells it in public like at a store or something he will need to excuse himself to the bathroom to fix his ‘little’ problem.
your hair turns him on, your lips turn him on, your voice turns him, shit even your breathing turns him on.
You could just chilling with him on the couch, silently reading before you notice Jiraiya crawling inbetween your legs. “What are you doing?” you would ask, just to get a stupid response from him like: “you were breathing. it was hot.”
And trust, if you try to seduce him or show that you want him in that way, he will genuinely pass tf out.
when he’s really tired and his day has been shitty, just shove your tits in his face and play with his hair. pls 🙏
Naruto
Naruto actually feels quite bad when he gets turned on while you’re doing normal things. it makes him feel like a pervert, like Jiraiya LMAO.
but he can’t help it if you touch his ear or hair.
Naruto never knew he could be so sensitive to a touch like that. but if you brush his hair behind his ear, your finger tips grazing the outer shell of it, he’ll get weak in the knees for sure.
Also pull his hair…trust he likes that.
he also likes watching you train or fight. It turns him on seeing how strong you are. trust he’ll just have smug ass smirk while everyone watches you fight. he’ll probably say smth stupid like: “Yep, that’s my girlfriend.” sitting there with a nasty man spread or smth
also he definitely doesn’t mind if you boss him around. i mean sometimes he’ll pretend that it gets on his nerves (and it definitely did when he was younger) but now that he’s grown he loves that shit 🙏
Sasuke
i feel like sasuke is not a SUPER sexual person. the usual things that turn people on doesn’t really have much of an effect on him….that was until he saw you in a short nurses dress because you and your friends were having a costume party.
sasuke is actually super into like dressing up. Whether it be an outfit like the nurses one, or just a simple lingerie, he goes crazy.
I think that Sasuke likes the teasing foreplay even more than the actual sex part of sex.
like just sit on his lap and tease tf out of him in your little outfit and he’ll lose his mind.
if you ever walk past him in public, nonchalantly lifting your shirt just a bit so he can see the top of your thong…your getting bent tf over in the nearest bathroom.
Kiba
YOU BEING MAD. hear me out.
he will do anything in his power to frustrate you. He’ll tease you, mess up your work, slap your books out of your hands. literally anything to get you to be mad at him.
and his favorite part….when you finally yell at him.
Making him sit down and listen to your lecture. he’ll reply with a smirk and a “yes ma’am!” as he hides his massive boner lmao.
he secretly loves getting bossed around by you, it really gets him going. and he especially loves fucking you until your not mad anymore…
CALL HIM A GOOD BOY AND HIS TAIL WILL BE WAGGIN LMAO
Shikamaru
shikamaru loves lazy days…it gets him going when you act just as lazy as him.
usually your always busy, making him do chores with you and everything. but on those special days where your just as tired, he goes feral.
You’re wearing nothing but some fuzzy socks, little shorts, and his shirt. yeah he’s already gone. and if you want sleepy, lazy sex….he feels as if he died and went to heaven.
also: if you are smarter than him.
like if you win when playing your game against him or Asuna, he would have to hide his flustered face and growing tent in his pants.
he’s not too sure why, but he is really attracted to intelligence.
Lee
EVERYTHING BABE, EVERYTHING
Lee worships the ground you walk on, you are a goddess in his eyes. you don’t even need to do anything and he would be horny for you.
Though I don’t think Lee would ever initiate sex, he would be down for it literally any time you ask.
he really loves when you compliment his strength. like please sit on his back while he does push ups and praise him after each one. he would genuinely pass away lmao
yeah so there isn’t anything specific that turns him on, honestly just the thought that you want him makes Lee turned on
Gaara
like sasuke, i don’t think Gaara is a very sexual person. it quite rare that he want sex.
Though i do believe he LOVES making out. Just sit on his lap and touch each other all over while heavily making out and breathing in each other’s ear…SIGN HIM TF UP.
Though Gaara will get turned on if you try to seduce him. he would definitely be confused as first but after he knows what’s going on he gets all flustered and nervous hehe
Like if you’re leaning close to him, giggling and twirling your hair and stuff. It turns him on knowing that you want HIM of all people
Kankuro
like Kiba, he likes to piss you off.
He’ll purposely kiss you after you put on lipstick and smear the color, running away while laughing as you complain. He’ll smack your ass as you walk by and ‘not know what you’re talking about’ when you tell him to stop. He’ll scare you when you walk past, he’ll bother you, he’ll mess up your hair. But it’s not because he doesn’t like you, it’s quite the opposite.
He likes when you get mad at him. yelling at him and making him apologize or clean up his mess. he likes it trust 🙏
but Kankuro also secretly loved praise and being babied. Like grab his face gently, make him look up at you as your praise him for all his hard work. He would melt.
The emperor has fallen ill! Yet bless the heavens for the kind help of the highest minister and the greatest commander, who keep the empress's broken heart (and sheets) warm!
my entry for @madamechrissy crossover event ㅤ♡
˙♡˖° pairings: ꒰ Minister!Suguru Geto x Empress!Reader x Commander!Itachi Uchiha ꒱
˙♡˖° content & warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ ⋮⋮ set in ancient china ⋮⋮ threesome ⋮⋮ pregnancy sex ⋮⋮ mentions of Mao Mao ⋮⋮ oral sex ⋮⋮ they talk you through it ⋮⋮ nipple play ⋮⋮ set in imperial court ꒱
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˙♡˖° notes: It's time to put my degree in Chinese history to use. A few disclaimers – in ancient China, the Grand Chancellor held full authority over the administrative sections of the imperial court and was also the emperor's closest advisor. Grand Marshal, on the other hand, was the military chief and thus held authority over all matters related to the military and defence.
You can see that the reader here addresses herself at the court as "we". Ancient Chinese emperors usually used the "we" pronoun to indicate that they spoke not only for themselves but also for the heavens – since they needed to be chosen by the heavens – and the people.
If the air alone could kill the masses, all the scholars and officers of the imperial court would lie on marble, bleeding out in their own pools.
The thickness of the atmosphere was striking them cold. Sweat beading on their poor, wrinkled foreheads as they stood in two rows behind their chiefs.
Grand Chancellor, a refined young man of no more than twenty-eight, stood dressed in his silk purple robes. Wide sleeves moved gently with each of his careful movements, a jade-ornamented belt wrapped around his waist, brushed by the silky ends of raven hair. The front row of scholars saw nothing but his muscular back, a side of his handsome, pale cheek softly covered by a fan as he tried to force a shifty smile to curve on his lips.
On the other side of the court stood another man, with rows of terrified scholars bowing their heads, their small eyes fixed only on the ends of their cotton shoes.
Grand Marshal, or simply Commander, was a bit younger, just twenty-four, and still carried a handsome, boyish vigour that boiled innocently in his loins. He stood tall, with a muscular back clad in crimson clothes threaded with gold, as to show his highest military rank. The jade belt encircled his slim waist, carved with lions and beasts, as to line the fierce, brutal force hidden within his gentle face.
And then, at the end of the court, sitting high on the throne was the empress.
You.
Dressed in long, heavy dark red robes embroidered with golden dragons and plush auspicious clouds swirling around the wide sleeves. Gold earrings and a pearled necklace adorned your lovely face as the warmth smooched cheeks rested on your throne–propped hand. Jade bracelets contrasted beautifully with the shade of your skin and the green hues, as you waved your hand and sighed deeply, tired of the constant bickering between your two highest chiefs.
Suguru Geto, the Grand Chancellor, looked your way swiftly, the fan folded in his hand.
"Your Majesty shall soon make the decision. The people are starving, and the recent flood has severely reduced crops for the coming year," he said, striking his palm with a fan.
And as if the court etiquette revolved around everyone but those two young men, Grand Marshal Itachi Uchiha sneered quietly, yet kept the roll of his crimson eyes to himself.
"The enemy forces are knocking on our walls. We need to allocate more funds into the defence," he looked at you, before glancing in irritation at the Grand Chancellor. "Isn't it your duty to keep track of the administrative system? How could you not be safe enough in case of a flood?"
Suguru, however, didn't look at him at all, as if a Grand Marshal, the greatest military leader in the whole empire, was nothing more than a mere pest.
"And how could you not train your men well enough to protect our heavenly empire from the enemy forces?" Suguru chuckled, his snake-like eyes peering at Itachi's flushed face. "I believe you still lack manners, Grand Marshal. Such an esteemed position for a young fool like you, and yet you cannot keep yourself calm in front of Her Majesty?"
The rage inside Itachi's kind, youthful heart bubbled wickedly at the mere sight of the man who smiled at him in this cunning, treacherous manner. Always treating him as such a foolish child, even though in reality the Grand Chancellor was not much older than him.
Itachi often felt a strange sensation tightening deep in his chest at the very thought of the Grand Chancellor keeping you company for much longer than he did.
His crimson eyes looked up at your lovely face, basking in the deep, evening glory of the slowly setting sun.
The court meeting has been going on for hours, with bickering between the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor taking up most of the time.
From the monetary locations to the division of responsibilities.
From "why the Ministry of War received a lower salary this quarter" to "why my scholars are being harassed on the streets by your soldiers?"
The fighting has been going on for two years already, while, in the meantime, the emperor has grown gravely ill.
Till you, the childless empress, needed to take the throne, as both the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor did not accept any other kin of royal lineage.
And because the two held power stronger than the emperor himself, maintaining a tight military force on the one hand and administering on the other, ministers and scholars could do nothing but shut their mouths and allow the woman to take over the empire.
Lovely, beautiful as the moon goddess herself, with lips slightly pouted and eyes always a bit wicked, as she looked with a gentle smile between the two grand men.
Red and golden hairpins swooshed over your forehead as you finally lifted your head and sighted.
"That's enough," red-stained cheeks shone beneath the lamps the servants had brought to lighten the heavenly child's face. "Let's end the meeting here. Everyone can leave now, we shall make a decision soon."
All the scholars and ministers standing in the court took a deep breath, thanking the most beloved empress for seeing the weariness heavy on their eyelids.
"In the meantime," your fingers tapped on the throne's armrest. "Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor shall accompany us to the emperor's quarters later. A matter of crucial importance must be discussed."
Everyone's ears suddenly pricked up, the tired, wrinkled faces of ministers lifting with a furrow.
The news of the emperor's sickness had lain tragically upon the nation's foreheads. If the heavenly son himself remained in a state of illness, the empire would soon crumple! Tragically it lay upon the fretful minds of ministers, scholars, eunuchs, and all the people of the Empire who loved their emperor dearly. The sickness had taken a toll on them all, and although the empress was nothing but mannerly and witty enough to rule the empire, senior ministers simply couldn't accept it.
And thus ministers and scholars tried in vain to peek into the emperor's most intimate quarters.
To seek help from the best physicians across the whole empire. Pay the servants of the inner palace handsomely to get news of the emperor's well-being.
Unfortunately, the only people who had seen him over the past few months were the empress, the palace's physician, a few servants, and… the Grand Marshal, together with the Grand Chancellor.
"Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with the emperor?" a quiet voice echoed off the palace's walls. "We've been kept in darkness far too long. If someone had reported it to the Ministry of Justice–"
Yet before the minister could finish his thought, both Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor turned their heads. Grand Marshal tsked under his breath, his deep crimson eyes narrowing to slits, and the perilous gaze that swept over the poor minister was strangling his sweating neck.
Suguru looked over his shoulder, a peculiar grin tugging at his lips, lavender irises kissed by calmness as usual. Although the scholars in the first row must have admitted it, there was a weird, nasty feeling behind his eyes that sent shivers down their spines.
"The Ministry of Justice, as I recall, remained under my control," Suguru had noted boldly, as if the empress weren't the one to whom all control truly belonged. "Don't worry, dear friend, I always make sure to obey the rules of our empire."
The minister lowered his head, letting the hefty glob of spit trickle down his tightened throat.
Yet, nevertheless, it didn't feel right.
"Her Majesty shall not claim the throne unless she's with an imperial child," he felt their gazes weighing on his beading forehead. Yet the heart seeking justice had been hiding the mixed feelings of resentment for far too long. "The emperor's closest cousin may take the power. Grand Marshal, Grand Chancellor, you both should work for the empire's greatness–"
"But she is with a child," Itachi's sudden, sly notion brought all the heads up. "Her Majesty is with an imperial offspring, you see."
The minister, with a face flushed red and eyes fixed on the Grand Marshal's tightened fists, wiped his wrinkled, wet forehead with his robe. His gaze immediately bounced up to the empress, sitting straight on the throne, her chin still propped on a hand.
"Your Majesty, is that true? Are you with an imperial child?"
A thread of silence had wrapped around each throat, while the ministers' eyes looked shyly at your kissed cheeks and eyes bouncing between the Grand Marshal and the Grand Chancellor. Slightly lidded, wicked, as if whatever was hiding behind your gaze could've been encoded only by the three of you.
After a moment, your deep sigh filled the court as you finally stood. Three servants immediately ran forward to help you descend the short marble stairs, as the crimson robe swooshed behind you.
"That's true, minister. We are with child. Yet it's still early in the pregnancy, so we haven't had the chance to announce it to the court." Your eyes fell on Itachi's blushed face before slipping back to the humiliated minister. "Is that answer satisfying enough?"
The man nodded, then bowed his head low and wrapped it in linked arms. "This humble servant apologises, Your Majesty."
You looked at him for a while, keeping a warm smile on your lips. You were, after all, benevolent. Kind, of warm heart that burned only with love for your dearest, poor emperor.
A truly perfect empress.
"Well, allow us to rest now, as dusk has settled low. Please return to your residences."
And with eyes glancing at Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor one last time, you allowed yourself to disappear in the darkness of the inner court.
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The gentle flickering of flames dancing inside the red lanterns led both men through the twisting halls of the inner palace. The night was warm and sweet, tasting of osmanthus cake the imperial kitchen had prepared for the empress to satisfy one of her cravings, and of the bitter tea that suited their delicacy.
Cicadas sang softly when they finally arrived beneath the empress's chamber. The rice-paper walls let the warm flames flickering inside leak through, yet paintings of dragons, flowers, and tall mountains from the southern regions, stretching across their soft surface, fully covered the moving shadows within.
Suguru reached to slide the door, yet it opened before his fingers touched the carved handle.
"Oh?" He smiled, letting the short teenager greet him with an always-slightly displeased frown. "Good evening, Mao Mao. I didn't know you were visiting. How's Her Majesty?"
The girl looked over her shoulder, and both men followed, glancing at your body sprawled on the red, baldachin bed. Dressed in nothing but a flimsy robe that barely covered your swollen, already quite full breasts.
"Pregnant, as you can see," the girl said, letting them both in. "But Her Majesty and the baby are doing well. It's only the beginning of the fourth month, but Her Majesty is growing healthy."
Itachi nodded, already slipping further in to bring you a plate of osmathus cakes. Your lovely smile lit up the room; your hair, free of all the golden pins, now flowed gently over your shoulder as you reached towards the man and giggled.
Suguru glanced at you both before going back to the little miss.
"And how's the emperor?"
The girl smiled cheekily, pulling something from her pocket. "Still very much poisoned."
A few herbs rested on her palm, with flowers Suguru didn't recognise. Yet he smiled and patted her round, green head, even though he knew how much she hated it.
After all, she wasn't that small either, barely eighteen, with the chubby, girlish cheeks still puffing out her face. But Suguru treated her more like his annoying sister than the most qualified imperial physician, and so he enjoyed pushing all her buttons just to see that frown, which amused him so much.
"Good, keep it that way. If Her Majesty shall have a boy, let the Emperor die right after the birth."
Mao Mao often wondered what Her Majesty saw in those wicked, snake-like men. Handsome, indeed, yet both of truly devilish nature and with the obsessive traits that made the young girl rather intrigued. They seemed sweet towards Her Majesty, yet cunning in the imperial court. Holding the power over it all tight, as no other men could challenge them.
The moment the emperor fell ill, exactly five months ago, both Grand Marshal and Grand Chancellor wrapped themselves around the empress's lovely fingers, keeping themselves always close by.
And when the Mao Mao was called to examine the empress's pained body and discovered that her restlessness stemmed from all the nights spent in the Minister's and Commander's presence, she frowned deeply.
"I should inform the court," she said, looking at the Grand Marshal's always smiling face.
Like a fox, with moon-lidded eyes and a hum of assurance, yet a gentle nod of the head.
"You should."
Mao Mao bit on the inside of her cheek. "But I won't."
Suguru simply kept smiling. His hands were tucked into the wide sleeves of his robes, while Itachi and you chattered happily behind him.
"No, you won't."
"Because I would need to bring it to the Ministry of Justice. But all the ministries lie under you," she said, following another wicked smile that curled his lips.
"That's true."
"And if I brought it to the emperor's private guards, the Grand Marshal would be notified," her eyes peeked at Itachi's crimson eyes, which were fixed on your flat belly.
"Yes, little miss. You're right," Suguru bent gently until his gaze was level with Mao Mao's. "And because you love Her Majesty dearly, you'll allow her to be happy."
He was right. Mao Mao loved you like a big sister, and so when you'd asked her to poison the emperor just a little, just enough to make his legs bend and his forehead covered in a feverish sheen – she agreed. It's not that you didn't want the children. Just… you didn't wish for them with him.
Because Mao Mao always felt slightly lonely and craved the warm embrace of someone who could show her that the world is not purely evil. That gentleness and love and kindness are still somewhere there, so when Mao Mao felt them seep past your warm fingers, she clutched herself to you like a leech.
She looked over her shoulder, watching your plush cheeks nibble the sweetness of osmanthus cakes. Itachi rubbed your belly slowly, his long, dark hair pinned in a loose ponytail.
"Just let her rest. And be gentle with…" She coughed, avoiding Suguru's slyly curved eyes. "You know. She's entering a vulnerable state, so don't do whatever you did when you broke the bed."
Suguru hummed, and when Mao Mao finally left the chamber, he turned back towards his empress.
Your eyes immediately looked at him, hands petting Itachi's head as he pressed his ear to your belly.
"Must you always be so mean to him, Suguru?" you giggled as Suguru's lavender eyes rolled back.
He joined you on the bed, settling himself comfortably behind your back, nuzzling his face against your warm skin. "It's not my fault he's incompetent at his job."
Suguru's plush lips traced kisses down your neck. Hungry, needy fingers slipped robes off your naked shoulders.
Your sweet hum filled the warm chamber, the nearby candles' flames flickering as Itachi shifted. Taking the robes off your body, he pressed himself against your swollen breasts.
"He's always so mean to me, Your Majesty," he murmured, looking up at your lovely cheeks with a scowl. Crimson eyes that reminded you of a beaten puppy, yet not fitting his muscular body at all. "You should punish him for me."
You giggled, biting on a lower lip when his mouth slipped to your nipples. Fully perked, he licked one of them gently while grabbing the other with his fingers. Your breasts sat heavily in his palm, spilling through the fingers as you parted your legs wider to let him in.
Suguru sucked on the soft skin beneath your jaw, his fingers tracing down your naked skin till he pressed his big palms to your rounded belly.
"He was the one who spilt our secret." His voice felt like velvet against your skin, yet it sent shivers down your spine. "Now the court knows that you're pregnant."
A sugary purr fell from your tightened throat as you felt Suguru's fingers go lower. And lower, lower, until he parted your drenched, sticky folds.
"She's so wet, isn't she?" Itachi chuckled around your nipple, sucking it with a sweet moan. "Your Majesty, I wonder if you leaked down the throne again."
A scowl wrinkled your face. Your lips fell slightly open, yet before you could say anything back, Suguru grabbed your chin and turned your head to the side. His lips quickly found their way onto yours, plush and filled with mischievous sweetness as his fingers pressed to your clit.
"Don't be mean, Itachi," he muttered, spreading the wetness of your cunt all over the soft slit. "Her Majesty carries our child. You should have more empathy within your heart. After all, accidents happen."
His voice was calm, yet you sensed the cheeky undertone that showed through.
Itachi hummed, biting your puckered aureola softly. "How could I be mean? Even if she did leak, I would lick it clean. Again."
Suguru's lavender eyes followed the pleasure melting on your face, fingers scooping a hefty, sticky glop of your cum. He lifted them both, pushing all the sweetness right into your parted lips.
"Aren't you simply delicious, Your Majesty?" Suguru cooed, feeling your warm lips wrap around his fingers. Sucking them dry, till your juices coated the full wetness of your tongue.
You nodded and bit on them gently. Just to pull a groany hiss past his throat. "Stop wasting my time and fuck me already. I've been waiting for you a whole day."
Both of them chuckled. Itachi pressed his tongue one last time to your nipple, before tracing kisses down your body. Ribs, belly, parted thighs slicked with wetness that was pooling heavily beneath your hips.
Since you've entered the stage of pregnancy, they've never seen you wetter. Sweet and plush, always letting them get drunk on your sensitive pussy as you melted in moans beneath their fingers.
Suguru's damp fingers moved up, exchanging places with Itachi's lips. Still moist with your juices, he grasped your breasts with a squeeze, pushing a muffled moan out of your throat.
Itachi's big hands spreaded your legs wide, crimson eyes already fixed on the sticky mess of your pussy. A cheeky smile tugged on his lips as he parted your folds and pressed a finger to your hole.
"Oh?" he chuckled, as it tried to swallow it in, covering it in creaminess. His thumb weighted on the clit, pushing it till another lovely moan escaped your throat. "That desperate, aren't you?"
You mewled, letting his big palms spread your legs wider. Fingers digging into the softness of your thighs, until the flesh spilled past his long fingers.
Hot and desperate, with your head already heavy and clouded with pleasure, as you felt their tongues, teeth, and fingers on your body.
Suguru nipped on your neck, his pads rolling your nipples gently. Itachi finally lay on his stomach, with a head between your parted legs, just to press his tongue against your clit. Sucking on the button softly, with one hand keeping your thighs open and another pressed gently to your rounded belly.
The pregnancy was making you hornier than usual. As if the week of ovulation turned into whole months of agitation, constant hits of heat, the wetness pooling on your undergarments and warmth filling you up till fingertips.
It felt awful. Humiliating. Your thoughts filled with nothing but the burning neediness to feel the heavy cocks of your lovers split you open. Stuff your weeping cunt full, fold your body in half and fuck restless, leaving you trembling and blacked out and starving for more.
But now they were gentle. Almost too gentle, and soon your fingers slipped into Itachi's dark locks, pulling them harshly.
"Itachi, ngh, p-please just fuck me," fell moany, as his tongue flickered your clit. Dropping down to slurp on the fresh batch of cum dropping from your hole, before giving a hearty lick over your slit. "Stop, I n-need you inside."
Suguru chuckled behind you. His palm cupped your cheek, thumb tracing over the parted lips.
"Your Majesty, the imperial physician clearly stated that we should remain restrained for a while," he hummed, pushing a thumb between your parted fingers. "Let us pleasure you another way instead. Besides, aren't you already full enough?"
Your cheeks flushed with warmth upon understanding his illusions. Itachi's hand on your belly rubbed the stretched, swollen skin, as he pushed two thick fingers deep inside your pussy.
"So sweet," he groaned, fingers of another hand digging into your fat thigh. "Your Majesty, you taste much sweeter than before."
Suguru chuckled, brushing the wet strands of hair from your forehead, wrinkled with pleasure. Your eyes were slightly glossy as your hand threaded through Itachi's dark locks, pulling his face closer to your pussy.
His tongue lapping, slurping, fiddling with the swollen clit as two fingers pumped your cunt gently, pressing against the spot which made your toes curl.
Suguru played with your sensitive breasts, squeezing the nipples with his pads as if wishing for something sweeter to spill.
"Such a pretty empress," he whispered, placing gentle pecks on your teary cheeks. "Your Majesty, the pregnancy enhances your beauty so well. It makes us want to keep you filled up all the time."
And you knew it did, because both men had never acted more feral than since the moment Mao Mao informed them of your state. They became much softer, gentler, yet still fucking you deep and raw, kissing, biting all the rolls of fat that slowly formed on your body.
Hiding pregnancy in front of the court wasn't that hard – the long, wide robes were enough – yet the moment you stepped into your chamber for a rest. Oh dearest…
Drenched pleasure coated your spine, eyes rolled back when Itachi sucked on your clit, pushing another moan past your lips. His hips moved against the bed, while Suguru's cock stayed pressed to your back. Thick and leaking, wetting your skin through his thin robes.
"I'm c-close," you moaned, letting your hips roll against Itachi's tongue. "Oh, fuck, I'm g-going to–"
"Don't tense yourself," Itachi muttered against your pussy, his palm rubbing your belly. "Just like that, mhm, we cannot hurt the baby, Your Majesty," your walls felt slightly loosened around his fingers, as he abused your sweet spot. "You're doing so well, so well, Your Majesty. Keep this pretty pussy loose for me, hm?"
His words flooded your mind with warm splashes. A heat that bubbled deep in your lower belly, dangerously close to overflowing. Fingers gripped his hair tighter as you felt the familiar pleasure seep through your heavy, moaning breaths.
"I'm close," you muttered against Suguru's lips. "Ngh, I'm going to, ahh, p-please I'm going to come."
Suguru's hips rolled against your back, fingers still playing with your full breasts as he gladly drank all your heavy moans spilling into his lips.
"You're doing so well, Your Majesty. Our pretty mama, come for us," fell in a whisper, yet a groan followed right in as you finally let your head fall against his chest, back bent gently into a delicious arch. "Feels so good, hm? Your two devoted ministers always make you feel so good."
You nodded, yet with eyes blanked and lips fallen open, as your pussy finally tightened around Itachi's fingers, the splash of crystalline cum gushing all over his face.
He drank it with a cry, crimson eyes half-closed until a scowl appeared between his eyebrows, hips pressing firmly into the mattress. He finished it all, slurping on the cum and digging his fingers deep into your swollen thighs.
A second later, something wet coated your back. Sticky, creamy, and Suguru moaned into the crook of your neck, squeezing your full tits.
The foggy chamber was filled with nothing but your heavy breaths and Itachi's careless kisses over your soaked, sticky cunt. Irritating your sensitive folds, until you had to push him away with a giggle.
"Stop, it's too much," a pout curled your lips, as Itachi finally pulled himself away.
A thin, crystal thread still connecting his maw with your pussy, as he licked his lips clean.
Suguru finally let your breasts fall soft, wrapping his hands around your belly instead.
"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"
Allowing your eyes to close, you nuzzled yourself more tightly into his chest. Itachi stayed by your legs, his long, strong fingers gently massaging your calves and thighs, slightly swollen and tired.
"Mhm, it's okay. You don't have to treat me like a doll, you know," a soft purr slipped past your lips when you felt Suguru's fingers thread through your hair. "I know you're all worried about hurting the baby, but I'm really fine. We can have normal sex too."
Suguru chuckled, pressing his thumb into the middle of your forehead to smooth out a small wrinkle. "We know, Your Majesty. But Mao Mao told us to stay calm for a while. We're not in a rush, are we?"
He was right.
You were not.
"Just relax, Your Majesty, and let us take care of you." Itachi kissed the inner thighs you'd slightly parted, and you giggled.
Lovely, warm, letting yourself drift back into a deep sleep in the arms of the men you loved most.
content: naruto au, itachi x fem!reader, smuuut, rough s, riding, overstim, dry cumming, reader is a horndog, cervix hitting, etc etc etc
a/n: this kinda short and rushed ive been busy and sick 🤧
you've been clinging onto your bf!itachi for what feels like hours now. this entire night he's been pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you. you don't have a clue why you're so needy tonight, and you're not too worried about why. all you can do is keep going without any thought behind it.
right now you're on top of him, your shaking hands gripping onto the sheets beside his head. you ride him slowly, biting your lip as you feel his cock hit every single one of your sweet spots. his eyes are half-lidded as he looks at you. thank god there's a towel under you, because previous loads of cum combined with your slick drip down his balls.
"baby, you're killing me.." he mutters, feeling like this is the fifteenth round and it's not the last one. he's so sensitive now that you both came so many times in a row and he lost count at this point. "just a little more..feels so good.." you mewl, rolling your hips as he gasps from the movement.
you've drained him of so much energy but he knows he still has a bit left. after that drains too, he might just fall asleep with you still riding him. you start going faster, trying to get yourself to cum again while he pants in overstimulation.
he grabs both your hips firmly, looking up at you as your cunt clenches, feeling every thick inch of his cock. "itachi, please make me cum again.." you whimper, nails digging into the sheets as he starts to thrust up into you with all of his might.
he moves deep and fast, using all the energy he has left. he wraps his arms around your waist tightly, making sure you can't edge yourself or move so he can just make you cum already.
you sob his name as he ravages you, knowing after he makes you cum again you'll be finished for good. "this is what you want?" he says, forcing his cock so deep inside he hits your cervix and makes you shudder. he's going so fast, so suddenly that you can't even respond properly.
all you can do is cry and whimper as your pussy takes him relentlessly, sucking him in greedily every time he thrusts. your ass claps each time he thrusts up, the sound bouncing off the walls and echoing in your ear along with the wet squelching noises from your cunt.
"oh my god..yes!!" you sob, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you try to silence your loud, needy moans. he sits up and grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing it and holding you up. then he begins thrusting again, going harsh and rough.
he slides all the way in and then all the way out quickly, bringing you into slight shock every time he moves. your mouth falls open but you can't moan, all you do is sharply gasp and scream quietly as you get painfully close to your nth orgasm.
your back arches as far as it can and you cum, mouth grunting and your walls clenching repeatedly on itachi's throbbing cock. he stops thrusting and he slides out, placing a sweaty hand on the small of your back. you catch your breath like you just finished a marathon.
"itachi, that was.." you murmur, voice shaking and breathless. you look down to see he's soft, but you don't feel his cum leaking out of you. "did you.. dry cum?" you ask quietly, looking in his eyes which are very close to shutting. "i think.." he mutters, looking down as well. "you sucked everything out of me. i'll be asleep for a while."
"are you satisfied now, baby? need more?" he asks, rubbing his hand on your hip. you know you wouldn't deny it if he offered it, but for now you'll leave him alone since you see the exhaustion in his face and you feel a little bad for milking him dry like that.
he sighs when he remembers he has to get up early in the morning tomorrow. "you're the reason why i always look so tired," he says, a slight grin showing up on his face. "i wouldn't want to feel so weary from anything else though."
he dozes off right after finishing his sentence, too tired to even get up and clean up the mess you both made. maybe you kind of like making him sleep right after it though, it's a little bit of an accomplishment.
i have a thing for men that moan especially the ones with deep voices .. mm makes my toes sweat 😛 ( NSFW )
whimpers came out as he tried his best to talk “ mmm fuck baby p-please,” his nail dug into your hips as he helped you bounce on his cock faster. he didn’t want you to stop — oh no, he doesn’t know what he would do with himself if you stopped .. maybe he would cry or beg on his knees. honestly, he would do anything for you to keep going. “ oh yeah … don’t stop — i w-want you to make a mess of m-me ” oh he looked so pretty under you … tears streaming down his cheeks as he looked at you -sucking on your fingers .. he so nasty but you like it. LINK 1
he fucks you sooo good that he’s moaning too. “ o-oh my good girl .. my good fucking girl ” his plan is to slut you out doesn’t matter if it’s in the bed, living room, kitchen, or even the car. he wants you a moaning mess which slowly turns him into a moaning mess as well. “ yeahhh th-there you go .. mm you’re daddy’s good girl, taking my c-cock so fucking well ” It’s like a race ‘ who can tap out first ’ by the way he’s moans you would think it’s him with his heavy breathing but little do you know that this is just the beginning.. LINK 2
sensitive, dom, and a moaning mess … he is a three-in-one! gosh, you love it — the way he sharply breathes in when he strokes his cock into you, the way he moans in between words, and the way he talks dirty to you excites you. “ mm s-say it .. u-use your words, baby ” makes you wanna cum right then and there. he loves hearing you talk, even if it’s just babbling, it makes him smile, but not like you would know cause his face is pressed against your neck due to him leaving deep bite marks. LINK 3
( BOUNS )
no shame in his game . he enjoys making audios for you, especially in random places it’s his favorite thing to do and he ALWAYS sends them to you when you’re out and about. “ guess where i-i’m at baby — mm i’m in our parking g-garage ” things like this turns him on and he knows that you get to turn on hearing him slur and stutter on his words. “ i-i-i have our f-favorite toy .. fuck i wish y-you were here to use it on m-me” gosh why does he do this to you and when you come home he acts like nothing is wrong :/ LINK 4
Itachi is not someone who’d be reckless with this decision.
Sure, his cheeks would turn scarlet when you ask. His head would whip to the side so fast his neck would be in danger of snapping, drawing one leg up as his entire body shifts towards you on the couch. He would slip two fingers into the collar of his t-shirt and tug, desperate for a cool breeze to tame the suffocating heat now creeping down his throat, flushing his chest.
His gaze would flicker across your face, hand resting on your thigh, squeezing once. He’d ask, “You — are you sure? You don’t want me to wear a condom anymore?” His voice would crack on the word condom and his blush would darken. Itachi would take a second to clear his throat, glaring at you without any real heat when you couldn’t hold back a laugh.
“I’m sure, Itachi.” You’d readjust your position, mirroring his, and look up at him through your lashes. “I just, I need to feel you. All of you,” you’d admit, playing with his fingers before lacing them together. The sweet heat building in your belly would remind you of the way it feels to drink a cup of hot chocolate.
Itachi’s lips would part, and you’d be certain you caught his dick jerking in his sweats. He’d make you wait until you’re on some other form of birth control. No surprise babies in this house.
Itachi would hold his breath when he pushed his latex free cock into you for the first time. His eyes would squeeze shut, a shaky exhale of your name spilling from his lips as he bottomed out and fucking came. You’d be able to feel the harsh twitching of his dick as he made you look nothing short of a cream filled donut. He’d be so embarrassed, ready to apologize, but he’d stop short at the fucked out look on your face.
The added slick sensation would turn you on like no other, cheeks hot to the touch as you begged him to keep going. He’d stay as hard as a rock, rolling you both until you’re perched in his lap. He’d draw his knees up, tangle his fingers with yours, and encourage you to “Ride me, sweetheart. C’mon, take what you need. I’ll let you use me until your pretty little pussy is sore.”
Itachi doesn’t have to tell you twice.
༝ ᭝ ༝ neji ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Neji loves having sex with you, but he’d be a bit paranoid.
Neji’s uptight. From the outside, you’d never be able to tell how pussy drunk he gets. He’s a whiny, breathy mess any time his cock’s inside you.
However, he’d also be hyper aware he could get you pregnant if he’s not careful. He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea of having a baby with you, but he wouldn’t be ready for quite some time. He’d wear a condom, no matter how bad he wants your pussy to squeeze him raw. You’d have multiple conversations about it, convincing him to try just putting the tip in.
He’d be….hooked, to say the least. It’d be by sheer force of will that he doesn’t shove his entire cock in your pussy that first time. But, it’d also be the very next time Neji swears “just the tip”, when things spiral.
The warm ache in Neji’s belly would overshadow his concerns. He’d end up knocking your thighs further apart with his knees, bending forward and planting his elbows on either side of your head, leaving just a few centimeters between you. He’d whine, “Baby, I can’t handle this temptation any longer. Please, can I feel your pussy?”
“Fuck, put it in Neji. As long as you pull out it’ll be fine, I promise.” You’d lift your hips to take more of him before he could regret it, and Neji would oblige. Your pussy would hug his cock better than in his dreams, and Neji’s low, broken moan would light your blood on fire.
Neji would straighten up to sit on his knees, grip one of your ankles and haul your leg over his shoulder, allowing the other leg to hang loosely at his hip. He’d bend you in half to deepen the angle, hands resting by your shoulders. Just to tease you both, he’d pull out halfway and push back in at an agonizing pace.
Neji would fuck you within an inch of your life, long hair becoming a curtain that cuts you off from the world. Your nails would scratch angry pink lines down his chest, and his cock would start to throb as he toed the line of release. You’d smack his chest, reminding him with a desperate plea, “Don’t cum inside me! Neji, Neji, baby — you gotta pull out!”
He’d slip his cock free at the last second, letting your body flop to the bed as he stroked his cock. With three quick pumps he’d cum all over your belly.
Safe to say, this would be Neji’s new favorite way to have sex.
༝ ᭝ ༝ sasuke ༝ ᭝ ༝
⇣ ༝ ⇣ ༝ ⇣
Unlike his brother, Sasuke is impulsive.
He couldn’t deny the thought would cross his mind every now and then, playing with the idea of fucking you raw and seeing his sticky, white cum cover his cock and spill from your pussy.
Usually when he got the urge he’d jerk himself off. Cool fingers would wrap around his warm cock, shivers running down his spine as he stroked himself slowly. He’d cum in a heartbeat.
It would dull the ache of his desire for a while. Hell, he definitely wouldn’t want to have a baby any time in the near future. But soon enough it’d start to eat at him again. His stomach would clench tight every time you’d have sex, nasty dreams forcing him to wake up hard. That’s why, when you beg him to take the condom off, it’s take zero effort to convince him.
Your face would be buried in your pillow, ass in the air, and one hand would fist the sheets. The other would twist behind to smack against Sasuke’s lean lower belly, pushing at him to wait. He’d be too focused, hands pressing your lower back into a harsh arch, sweat trailing down his temple, over his jaw, dripping onto your back.
“Sasuke,” you’d moan, asking for his attention. “Wait, Sasuke — ah fuck!” You’d dig your nails into his belly until he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take the condom off, please!”
His hips would still, pressed flush to your ass. “What?” He’d ask, already be pulling out. “You want me to fuck you raw?” He’d tease. “So spoiled, princess.”
You’d roll onto your back, cheeks heated, chest heaving. “Just fucking take it off,” you’d demand, reaching to grasp the slippery latex and slide it free. Sasuke would smirk, eyes glued to his dick as it bobs once the condom pops off.
Sasuke’s jaw would go slack once you stroked his cock, the skin soft and slick from leftover lube. He’d fucking whimper, a noise he’d never made before, when he pushes all the way in. Sasuke’s thoughts wouldn’t be coherent after that. He’d put your knees to your ears and fuck you until he’s cum twice and you’re squirting onto his pelvis.
He would panic the next day, going dizzy with relief when you inform him you started getting birth control shots.
༝ ᭝ ༝ kakashi ༝ ᭝ ༝
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Kakashi would be asking you if he could hit it raw.
For your entire relationship, Kakashi would have it known that he’s got a fantasy about giving you a “cream pie”, for lack of a better word. He’d never push you to do something you’re uncomfortable with, no, he’d be more than happy to even role play the act.
There’s no denying that Kakashi would truly want to get you pregnant. He’d love to see your belly round with his baby, but he’d be patient and wait for you to give him the go ahead. However, Kakashi has a loud mouth, and he’d voice his desires at least every other time you have sex.
In the end, the idea would get in your head and become more than appealing to you. When you gave in, it’d be when Kakashi least expected it. It’d be a night when his back is propped up by a couple pillows near your headboard, calloused hands gripping your ass and guiding the slow roll of your hips. Kakashi would be drooling about how well you ride his cock.
Your hands would brace themselves on his pecs, nails digging into his skin, and Kakashi wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. No surprise there. “Babygirl,” he’d moan, eyes rolling towards the ceiling when your pussy clenches tight. “Look so pretty when you ride me, m’gonna cum so hard. You’ll let me knock you up, yeah? Wanna see you swollen with my baby so bad.”
You’d slap your hand over his mouth to stop the stream of filthy words, cheeks blistering. “Kakashi,” you’d say through your teeth, voice pitching higher. “Take off the condom.”
Kakashi’s eyebrows would shoot to his hairline, jaw dropping open as the words he’d been waiting forever to hear sunk in. There’s no way in hell you’d have to repeat yourself. He’d shove you off his lap and onto your back, settling between your spread thighs as he all but ripped off the condom. He’d stroke his cock a couple times before readjusting his weight, taking his time to slide his bare cock back inside you.
Kakashi would whine in back of his throat, pushing your thighs apart until your muscles started to protest. “Kakashi!” You’d gasp, pushing up to your elbows, fisting the sheets as he railed the shit out of you.
“Sorry, can’t — fuck, can’t help myself,” he’d pant, not sounding sorry at all. You’d catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s sharingan whirling and then he’d be cumming before you realized he’s close.
He wouldn’t stop with one round. He’d wring pleasure out of you until your legs turned to jelly. He’d cum again after that, making such a mess that you’d both end up in the shower.
