• 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.
݁.𖥔 Content Warning: pre-established relationship, smut, p in v, blowjob, dry humping, handjob, fingering
A/N: @carebearcozy’s post about my request picked my interest for this scenario. Also, special credits for Kakashi & Genma’s fanart from @cuddlymaus and for Sasuke & Itachi’s fanart from @emoiover. 🫶🏽
༄ Morning Wood? Wood Release no Jutsu?
Kakashi 🍃
Kakashi’s secured hold acted like a blanket, with his toned arms covering your body and hands placed over your belly as his chest met your back. In his borderland state of mind, Kakashi’s hips rubbed against your ass. Only when you muddled murmur of your voice made him fully aware, eyes open wide.
First, he saw your exposed nape, strands of hair tickling your skin from your shoulder to your face. Second, he felt the fruitful heat between your bodies as his eyes avert down to the source of it. Fuck. He has a boner.
At that, Kakashi tried to create some distance, at least a little. He took his hands off your intertwined bodies, but just after his hand left you, it was just as fast back while you placed yours on top of his. He barely discerned your soft grumbling.
“No…Where are you going…?"
Kakashi realized you’re not even awake completely since your eyes are closed. But gradually, after the lack of his response, you felt yourself aware of your warm surroundings, sensing his rigid posture behind you.
You looked over your shoulder as Kakashi glanced back at your beautiful, strained eyes.
“Why are you so far? Come closer.”
He swallowed, licking his dry lips before his raspy morning voice made you feel dangerous things below where his hand still is.
“I shouldn’t.”
A puzzled look formed on hour face, your head turned to the side to catch a glimpse of his restrained expression. He looks so unguarded — his silver, dishevelled hair covered his bedroom gaze in his right eye, while the other was closed on his beautiful, bare face you loved to see, yet you couldn’t get use to it. You didn’t understand the want in them until you glanced down.
“Oh.” Was all you could say at first, feeling the warm spreading in your cheeks, until you added shyly. “Come here?”
Kakashi looked scrutinizingly over your features, trying to gauge what you really want, and all he was the subtle desire in your eyes.
Morning sex? Well, how could he say no to that…?
Itachi 🍃
The first rays of sunrise cause Itachi's eyes to flutter as he grows conscious of his own body shortly after. His eyes opened in an instant, cheeks warming slightly.
So inappropriate.
He felt ashamed for having such a reaction, especially since he wad so close to you, and he suspected this was making him more aroused. Itachi knew this is a normal reaction of a well-conditioned body, yet it didn’t sit well with him to stay like this. Slowly, he takes his hands off your sleepy body as you let small groans leave your lips, making his body frozen until he made sure he didn’t wake you.
Itachi raised himself on the bed, head leaning against the counter. He folded his hands in his lap and looked at nothing in particular. What could he do? He should take care of himself in the bathroom? No, that’s just indulging in his primal urges. A cold shower? A run in the morning?
Vigilant to how he is in general, Itachi didn’t realise you were awake until you turned around, hand searching for him until it landed on his leg. He was petrified, locking his eyes on you when you addressed him.
“Itachi?”
He adjusted his voice, trying to act composed as much as he could.
“Sleep, [Name]. It’s still early.”
You whined, rolling your body towards him until your face rested on his chest.
This is worse, Itachi thought.
He placed his arm around you hesitantly as he dared to glance down at you only to see the perplexed expression on your face. It only took you a second to see the compromising position he was in when you glanced down closer to where your hand landed just before. When you looked back at him, Itachi’s breath stopped. You saw the blush in his face, despite his unreadable expression.
You bite a smile at that.
“Can I help you with…?”
His voice was aggravating, lacking sincerity.
“You don’t need to. It will pass.”
His chest heaves with each breath as your touch moves lower, nearing his waist.
“What if I want to?”
Itachi’s throat was dry, not taking his eyes off you as he saw the lovely, yet alluring gaze you gave him. He could only nod after a second too long, feeling too embarrassed to let you know that he really wants you to help him.
Obito 🍃
Obito didn’t even realise the condition he was in since you turned around in your sleep, staying so close to his soul — leg over his waist, arms around his body as his head nuzzled into your neck. He didn’t really sense if you were here with him since he was also not quite awake, but both of your bodies reacted before your mind can think. He pressed soft kisses on your neck, making you gasp unconsciously as you slowly moved against him. He gripped your leg higher, his own body grinding over yours.
Then, as he started to wake, Obito pressed a light kiss on your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, the lust present in them mirrored his.
“Morning, baby.” You hummed, claiming his lips as he guided your body on your back, his body pressing fully against yours now, legs already parting for him until you felt his hard dick, making you moan against his mouth. He whispered against your ear as his thrusts turned firmer. “Do you see how you make me feel? Hm? Only you can do this.”
“F-Fuck, Obito…”
Obito surely likes to feel you first in the morning.
Shisui 🍃
Shisui rubbed his hand over his eyes for waking up all of a sudden. His hand landed on the small furniture next to the bed, checking the time on his phone. Hell, what's with this ungodly hour?
He glanced back at you, causing a subtle to form on his drowsy expression as he could hear the small snores leaving your lips, your palm under your right cheek.
Just before he wanted to close his eyes again, coming closer the sweet heat your body provides for him, he felt his own. Ah, waking up in a tent again?
He could feel his arousal rising as filthy thoughts filled his mind when he glanced at his hard dick and then at you. Two times. He grinned to himself. Wouldn't it be a great time to wake his baby like this?
Slowly, yet sure of himself, he placed his hand over your front, closing the distance until his warm breath was against your neck. He placed soft kisses here and here, his hand wandered over your body as his own now pressed against yours. When you guided your hips unwittingly towards him, Shisui actually let out a quiet moan. Dirty girl.
He needs to wake you up now. How do you tease him like that even in your sleep? Not like this was the first time; already knowing how vulnerable you are in the mornings, letting him feel you like that. In fact, you stated this before, shyly enough to make his heart melt on the spot.
“You can wake me up…when…you are like this.”
When you murmured, still sleepy, Shisui's moves turned bold; his hand squeezed your breast, hips meeting your unconscious movement as his dick started getting lonely by the moment.
You whispered, asking him for no real reason.
“W-What time is it?”
“Way too early.” He murmured, his lips tracing your neck with wet kisses as his hand came to tilt you until he started kissing you in an uncoordinated, sensual kiss. Just then you felt his dick pressed against your ass, eyes now fully open while he already looked at you with a smirk on his face.
“Look who woke up.”He looked down at his hardness, but you couldn't roll your eyes since you were already moaning from his slow thrusts. Shisui kneaded your ass cheeks, making room for his clothed dick to feel better over your already damp underwear since this is how you normally sleep with him. “It would be such a shame to not give it to my baby, right?”
“Shusui…”
He kissed your lips one more time. It was already too hard to waste a minute more.
“Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
Genma 🍃
Genma felt his scratchy, dry throat before he opened his eyes, sighing and sitting up as he opened the bottle of water next to the bed. Gulping almost all of it that few drops of water fell onto his bare chest. Too hot. The weather outside was unbearable, even indoors. And the night was even worse.
He looked at you then, seeing your body stretched out across the bed, barely leaving him room to sit. His mouth twitched, amused at the sight. Then, his gaze lingered over your body, your ass slightly bent sweetly toward him. The fact that you were also half-naked — wearing some shorts you’d stoled from him and a top that had ridden up enough to leave your breasts exposed—didn’t help Genma at all.
Tsk. That’s all he needed right now. To be hard while also dying of heat at the same time. He should sleep.
He tried. He really tried, palm resting under his face, body positioned to the side. But his constant fidgeting on the bed wakes you up too, and the first sound you let out is an irritated groan.
“The fuck are you doing, Shinarui?!”
Aw, someone is angry? You rolled onto your belly, putting a pillow over your head as the view was another sweet angle, ass in plain sight.
Hmm.
“Sorry, sorry.” You throw the pillow from your head since the cold part of it already starts burning as he catches it and your hand freezes mid-air.
When you peered to see him, contemplating if you should beat his ass for waking you up after you barely got to sleep because of the humidity in the room, your eyes locked on his piercing gaze and having a lapse in your judgement. You exhaled hard, dropping your head on the bed, facing him as his fingers started playing with strands of your hair, letting your face breathe from the sweat.
“It’s too damn hot.”
“Mhm. It wakes me up too.”
Your eyes open slowly, looking at him as his faint touches now traced your sides until they rested on your hip, burning the area. You glanced down. Great, Genma has a boner.
“And you decide to wake me up too?”
When he came closer, you turned around swiftly to escape him as he chuckled, not really minding the new position as his exploring touches start messing with your inner debate.
“Geeenma! It’s too hot…”
Genma starts kissing the back tenderly of your neck, brushing the hair off and murmuring against your skin. That’s true. Maybe an ice play will help next time?
“I’ll be short?”
He adjusts himself, pressing his dick against your ass. Then his hand leaving your thighs, spreading his palm across your stomach and abdomen, pulling, trying to pull you closer as if you could get any closer, feeling his heat merging with yours, already spreading inside all your body.
“I-It better be good.”
You know your taunting words are in vain; it's not like he will ever disappoint you here, letting yourself be sexually deprived.
“Of course, baby.” He sucked your earlobe slowly while his hands cradled your poor, needy breast, playing with your hard nubs, hips grinding against your ass. "When would Iever let my pretty girl be unsatisfied?”
You bite your lip, head resting against his shoulder. He leaned his head against yours, one of his hands came to squeeze your butt, and his thrust turned hungry, leaving you a desperate mess as his other hand came to lift your chin. His thumps pressed on your lips until you opened them by the moans that slipped from your lips.
“You…didn’t—!”
Genma kissed you then, shortly, his raspy breaths warming your face as his hands came to touch you where you couldn’t wait for it. His front didn’t meet your back anymore, as he took his dick out to stroke it with one hand before the other came between your legs, fingers teasing between your pussy folds before they started circling around your clit.
“Fuck. You are so wet, baby.”
He tested your entrance, his finger started fucking your pussy at the same time he stroked himself. Your pretty voice only spurred him more.
“Only for you, G-Genma—“
He groaned as his cum purred down on your ass as he prolonged the intense feeling with his hand milking himself dry. Damn, that was quick. Yet, his orgasm barely wears off until he lifts your leg as his now two fingers start thrusting inside you, making your mind blank until all the heat you feel is from him, provoked by him. And you realised you didn’t mind at all.
Madara 🍃
Madara adjusted his position, placing a hand behind his head when he woke up abruptly. He decided to stay a couple of minutes more since this day isn’t particularly eventful. He wouldn’t say out loud, but the heat emanating from your body against him was driving him closer to sleep too.
He opened one of his eyes when you woke up too, lifting your face from his naked chest as you glanced at him shortly before looking over your shoulder when you saw it was still night outside. You groaned, resting your head again him while you mumbled.
“Why can't I fucking sleep more on free days…”
You opened your eyes as his voice had a gravelly, morning tone, but your attention now was on something else entirely.
“Complaining about it will not make any difference. Go back to sleep.”
No remarks? Madara thought.You couldn’t be irritated enough to ignore him first thing in the morning just from that. You can handle more. He tilted his head to see you better, noticing your open eyes.
Ah. By the way you fidget slightly, pressing your inner thighs against his leg slowly like you didn't mean it, but it didn’t go unnoticed.
“It will go down alone. No intention behind it.” He raised an eyebrow when you gazed at him, seeing the familiar lascivious gaze in your eyes. Someone is hungry? He wasn’t phased by typical body reactions, but yours was interesting. Yet, you’re stubborn enough to not say it directly. “Say what you think, minx.”
He saw the hesitation before you dropped the sinful idea, leaning back against his chest.
“Nothing.”
He sighed. In a minute, Madara moved your body as you gasped, shocked by the sudden action, until he was towering over you. He took your hands and place them on both sides of your head.
“So my wife’s mind isn't filled now with filthy thoughts? That’s what are you saying?” You swallowed, tilting your head to the side to avoid his intense, dark gaze as his mouth twitched. “Hm?” He spoke between firm, wet kisses on your neck before lowering himself until you felt his hard dick, but you wrapped your legs invitingly around him.
“Y-You just want to hear it— Mhm! F-For your ego to get bigger.”
He squeezed your breast against his big hands, raising your shirt to suck and kiss on the skin here.
“And what if I do?” He straightened himself to take his dick out of his pants, looking at you as he spat in his mouth before stroking himself. You watched in a daze, feeling your breath cut short. “Is it that bad to fuck my wife first thing in the morning?”
Definitely not. But you wouldn’t say that out loud so soon. Only when his thrust will turn so rough and his fingers will move on your clit so sweet until a weak admission will slip past your lips.
Sasuke 🍃
The sun barely found a place between the curtains when Sasuke woke up. Not because he intended to; he still has at least half an hour before his dawn session should start, but you moved in your sleep, unconsciously chasing his body until you put your head over his chest, with your arm over him.
He let his fingers swirl barely against the strands of your hair, then rested his hand over your head until he sighed, closing his eyes for a couple of minutes —for nothing. Slowly, he start to feel an unfamiliar feeling at first until he realised when he opened his eyes again, raising slightly to see the bulge forming in his pants.
He drops his head over the pillow again, glancing shortly at you. This is not good. At all. And it got worse when you moved slightly again, humming probably at the soothing calmness his warmth provides as you always told him before while you pressed around him more, accidentally resting your leg over his dick. He grunted uncontrollably, feeling mortified as seconds passed.
Sasuke got used to you and the cuddling session you forced him into. Well, forcing is not really the truth. Even if it took time for his body to ease around you, he didn’t mind having you in his arms. You’re his lover after all. Still, this is a completely different feeling. His own body betraying him.
“Sasuke?” No. Sleep. Please, sleep.
He swallowed, not really answering. He shuts his eyes when he senses you’ll open yours, faking sleep. Yet, he betrayed himself even more when your fingers started tracing his fingers over his face, faintly — on his pretty features, tracing the line of his eyebrows, on his not-so-pale cheeks.
You stilled when his eyes opened slowly, locking on yours right away.
“Did I wake you? I’m sorry.” He didn’t respond, but you pressed again. “Sasuke?”
He sighed. But when he felt you wanted to break away from him, his hold intensified as he blurted out the words. “N-No. You didn’t. I was…awake.”
“Hm? Did you just fake being asleep?”
Your teasing smile fades when your eyes wander for more explanation. You almost choke on air at the same time with him, a blush formed on both of your faces and you were the first to hide in his chest.
You could feel his heartbeat pumping violently against your ear, and that really caught your attention. Slowly, you raised your head and looked at him. His attention was fully on you now. He feels restless about what you will say that his mouth stays shut.
“Do you… Can we…”
His eyes widen slightly at the same time you struggle to vocalise what you want. Your flustered expression was enough for Sasuke’s control to slip as his hand guided your back, his other cupping your face as his mouth found yours in a much-needed kiss.
That was all it took for Sasuke to not feel embarrassed, instead letting his low, deep thrust fuck your pussy until both of you were left with no air to breathe.
Naruto 🍃
Naruto inhaled your scent, his face brushing your hair as he found himself hugging you tighter against him. At that, you turned around in your sleepy state of mind, puzzling your bodies together as your hand now rested behind his neck, tugging his hair gently.
“Ghh…I don’t want to wake up.”
You chuckled, his voice waking you more as your hand goes to caress his back, whispering against his ear.
“You should, baby. You’re going to be late again.”
He didn’t really hear your words clearly since his mind started going in another direction; a shiver went down his spine as the warm air puffed from your lips touched his neck. Just then, Naruto felt something growing between his legs. Oh, no!
Naruto stilled, and your wandering hand stopped, leaning your head back to watch him.
“Naruto?”
He only glanced once at you, too shy to say something as his head lowered to hide his face from you, accidentally nuzzling his face between your breasts. Damn it! His head rose in an instant, his mouth open with his cheeks flushed hard. You giggled at the sight, pressing a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth and then on his cheek.
“What’s with this face?” He moved slightly for the inconvenient feeling down there, and that’s how you felt it — when he pushed his hips towards you, his dick touching your leg by mistake. You gulped, your own face reddened as your gaze turned a shade darker. “S-So this was the problem.”
He swiftly goes on his back before he grips the blanket from the end of the bed and covers himself, hands gripping around it, hiding half of his face.
“Naruto?”
He put his hand over his eyes, grumbling.
“This is so embarrassing!"
He looked surprised at you when your hands came on top of his, dropping them to reveal his red face. You couldn’t hide the teasing smile you showed in your voice too.
“Don’t hide! You’re kind of cute like this…”
His muscles tensed at your praise, but more when your hands came under the pillow, moving slowly towards his painfully hard dick. He followed the actions like in a daze until he turned his head sharply towards you.
"What—What are you doing?”
Your face inches apart from him now, whispering against his ear.
“Can I touch you, Naruto?”
Your hand stopped moving, fingers circling around his belly as you wait for an answer. It came pinched, desperately, which only made you touch him immediately.
"Y-yes…" Naruto moaned when he felt your palm against his pants, stroking him teasingly before your hand came under the clothes to feel his precum around your tips as you spread it around his dick. “Please—“
Naruto thinks that’s the best decision he took in all his life.
Shikamaru 🍃
With your face pressed against the pillow, sleeping on your belly until the clock rang in the whole fucking room, you groaned as you gripped another one and threw it where Shikamaru’s body probably is.
“What the hell—“
You spoke irritably.
“Turn off that fucking clock! It’s the third time it rings!”
Shikamaru’s arm was over his forehead, one of his eyes open lazily. His voice was hoarse.
“That’s for sure the best way to wake up your man in the morning.”
You turned your head towards him, glaring at him and catching him as he adjusted the pants that confined his morning wood. A pink formed on his cheek when he looked back at you, but he didn’t say anything.
“Yeah? And how should I wake my man then, huh? Since he wakes me up like this.”
Shikamaru’s eyes lingered on your body; your short pyjama pants make the curve of your body now resting on your side more appealing. When he looked back at you as you already saw his lingering gaze, knowing what his lazy ass might think right now, Shikamaru actually surprised you.
“Sorry. I’ll try to wake at the first alarm. Or…maybe I should sleep on the couch when I need to wake up before you.”
You raised an eyebrow, sensing the docile side of him surging from something else. Not that Shikamaru can’t be considerate when needed. But the way he averts his eyes when you look at him tells you that’s not really the only reason.
You start moving slowly as he follows every movement. Your tone wasn’t aggressive anymore, more taunting-like.
“You still didn’t answer my question, Shikamaru.”
The way his name falls from your lips makes him twitch in his pants. He raised himself a little as he parted his legs at the same time you came over him. He let out a heavy breath when you started living kisses from the top of him, his face, and his neck, followed by a peck on his lips as your intense gaze put him in place.
Shikamaru knows when he should definitely shut up.
You continued, your hand lifting his t-shirt to kiss him here, squeezing the muscles he usually hides as he looked on at how you bent for him, raising your ass in the air. His pupils grew when he saw your grin, looking at him under your fluttering lashes.
“Fuck…”
“So? Can you answer me, or are you too out of your genius mind?”
He gulped when you started undressing him, his pants followed by his shorts, while he didn’t know where to look at first.
“You should wake me however you want.”
You breathed a laugh, watching him shut his eyes close as you took his dick in your hand, stroking him slowly after spreading his wetness around the tip, then to the base.
“Yeah? Then don’t complain the next time.”
Shikamaru gasped when he felt your warm mouth placing kisses around him before taking him inside. His hand goes straight to your hair, struggling to grasp it in a ponytail as he already feels embarrassingly close.
“Y-yes, babe I will—Fuck!" He cut himself off when you started sucking him faster, moving your hand over the base of his dick to stroke at the same time, then cupping his full balls to play with them, showing a little attention here too.
He will keep his promise. He will definitely wake up on the first alarm from now on if things like this happen often. After all, he listens to whatever his wife says, even if he messes up sometimes until he learns his lesson. As he should.
Gaara 🍃
The first time it happened, Gaara acted in an instant. He takes your hands off him carefully, moving your body in a slow manner so as not to wake you up, and goes straight to the bathroom.
He felt guilty getting himself off in it with you in the next room. His mind was so full of blaming thoughts until he stilled when he felt a presence behind him. You whined sleepily as you came closer to him, not yet aware why Gaara would wash his hands in such an aggressive rhythm.
Meanwhile, the water still poured when you went to wash your face. When you finally saw him better, you raised an eyebrow, confused.
“Gaara, are you okay?”
Gaara didn’t say anything, too embarrassed to even move or speak until you saw the wet spot over his pants. He looked down after you already did it, and when his eyes looked into yours, his face was already the same colour as his hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
His eyes widen, finally turning to face the sink, gripping the sides of it as his head lowered, bangs covering his flustered figure.
“How could I? That will be a selfish action.”
He almost choked when he felt your touch —face pressing against his back, hands over his chest.
“Not if I wanted to.”
Gaara didn’t say anything for a minute before he finally whispered.
“I…didn’t know.”
You tilted your body until he gave you a side glance while you rise a little on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his warm cheek.
“Now you do!”
And next time, composed as he was, Gaara tried to muffle his moans with the back of his hands as you stroked him slowly, almost teasingly, enjoying every reaction he gave you as he came for you way too quickly while his body shook with pleasure.
More credits -> The rest of the fanarts are mostly from X: Shikamaru - @penac00ny ; Naruto - @Eluspac_Maru ; Madara - @uchihaiada1 ; Obito - @JorlineSlick? Not sure. Mentioned on the photo. And Gaara & Naruto from pinterest.
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.
Forbidden sex with Naruto men. Different relationships with each character. Some are possessive, cruel, or indulgent depending on who they are. Featuring Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Omoi, Asuma, Kakashi, Yamato, and Madara.
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Naruto Uzumaki → Best Friend (Too Familiar, Too Late)
The sheets are messy, tangled around your legs as Naruto fucks you from behind, sweaty blonde hair sticking to his forehead. His hands grip your waist hard, cock pistoning in with frantic, sloppy rhythm.
“You—you really shouldn’t be—” you gasp, face pressed into the pillow, voice breaking.
“Shouldn’t be what?” Naruto groans, slapping your ass, watching it ripple. “Shouldn’t be fucking my best friend? Too late.” His dick shoves deep, hitting that spot that makes you wail. “You feel too damn good to stop now.”
You twist your head to look at him, eyes wet, lips trembling. “If anyone finds out—”
“They won’t,” he pants, fucking you harder, jaw clenched like it’s life or death. “And even if they do, I don’t care. Been wanting you since forever.” His voice cracks, needy, desperate. “So take it. Be good and let me keep you right here.”
You moan his name, clenching around him, and his head drops to your back, whispering against your skin: “Wrong or not, you love it. I know you do.”
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Sasuke Uchiha → Rivalry Turned Obsession
He’s got you pinned against the wall, hands gripping your wrists above your head, his dick driving into you with a roughness that makes your knees buckle. His eyes burn, wild with the edge of something too sharp.
“You hate me. Why are you doing this?” you gasp out, head tipping back as the wall scrapes your spine. “You shouldn’t—”
“Shut up,” Sasuke bites out, thrusting harder, like punishing you for speaking at all. “You think I care what I should or shouldn’t do? I want you.” His voice drops lower, meaner. “And I always take what I want.”
Your whimper breaks into a cry, and he hisses in your ear, “Say it again. Tell me I shouldn’t.”
You do, because you can’t help yourself, and he groans, slamming into you until the frame rattles. “Exactly. Wrong. Filthy. And you’re dripping for it.”
His teeth find your shoulder, his words hot against your skin. “I’ll fuck you until you forget about the rest, and the only thing left is me.”
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Itachi Uchiha → Brother’s Best Friend
Your thighs tremble where they’re spread across his lap, his dick buried deep inside you. Itachi’s face is unreadable, his hand tracing slow circles on your hip as if the intimacy isn’t soaked in sin.
Your brown skin glistens, tits bouncing with every thrust. “You shouldn’t be here,” you whisper, voice shaking. “Not with me.”
His breath brushes your ear, calm, cruel. “And yet you let me in. You opened your door. Your legs.” His hips shift, cock sliding deeper, dragging a broken cry from your throat. “Do you want me to stop?”
You shake your head, teary-eyed, clinging to his shoulders. “That’s what I thought,” he murmurs, pressing his mouth to your neck. His thrusts stay measured, unhurried, as if he has all the time in the world to undo you. “Your brother would hate me for this. But you—you’d hate me more if I pulled out now.”
Your words crack on a whimper. “It’s—wrong—”
“Everything I do is wrong,” he says softly, almost kind. His dick slams up harder, stealing the air from your lungs. “So be quiet, and take it. If you want forgiveness, pray after.”
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Omoi→ Ally (Professional, Supposed To Resist)
His hands tremble on your hips, cock sinking into you slow, careful. Omoi’s voice stutters in your ear, breathless. “Shit—I really shouldn’t—”
You smile through a whimper, nails dragging down his arms. “You shouldn’t be fucking me like this. Should be professional, right?” He groans, forehead pressed to yours. “Don’t… don’t say it like that. Makes me wanna—fuck—makes me wanna go harder.”
And he does. His thrusts turn frantic, desperate, his hand clamping over your mouth to stifle the moans spilling out.
You pry it away, whispering, “Too late. You’re already inside. Might as well.”
Omoi’s eyes flutter, lips parting like he’s sorry for everything, but he doesn’t stop. He can’t. He leans over you like a man tending to a precious, private flame. His dick hits deep and messy, his words a blur of apologies and filth: “So warm—so perfect. I’ll make it up to you later, just… let me stay inside a little longer.”
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Asuma Sarutobi → Family Friend
Your legs shake on his thighs, stretched wide around him. Asuma’s beard scratches your cheek when he leans in close, smoke still clinging to his breath. He should’ve walked away. Should’ve remembered the way your father would look at him across a shogi table, laughing.
But here you are, slick and whimpering, clinging to his shoulders.
“You really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whisper, voice breathless, broken with a moan.
His hand palms your ass, squeezes hard enough to bruise. “Then why’s this pussy holding me like it doesn’t wanna let go?” he rasps. He drags you down harder, bottoming out, making your eyes roll back.
You shake your head, thighs trembling, “He’d be so upset if he knew.”
Asuma chuckles low, dirty, nipping at your neck. “Mhm, but you're still taking it for me, honey.” His pace turns rougher, greedy. “You know how long I’ve wanted this? You think I care if he finds out?”
Your gasp turns into a whimper, and he grinds deeper, watching your face crumble. “Go on. Tell me to stop.”
But you don’t. You can’t.
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Kakashi Hatake -> Old Sensei
You’re on your knees on his couch, hips raised, head buried in the cushions. Kakashi’s heavy cock splits you open slow, every inch dragging. His hand rests easy on your back, voice deceptively calm.
“You used to train me,” you gasp out, eyes glassy with pleasure. “You really shouldn’t—”
He cuts you off with a sharp thrust that makes your breath hitch. “Shouldn’t what? Ruin you? Feel how wet you are? You’ve been waiting for this longer than I have.”
You turn your head, cheek pressed to fabric, whispering like it’s a secret, “You were my sensei.”
His laugh is low, cruel. “Was. And look at you now—arched up, begging for cock. Tell me to stop.”
But you push back instead, taking him deeper.
Kakashi groans, hand sliding into your coils, tugging your head back so he can see your face. “I’ll stop when you stop clenching around me.” His thrusts get sharper, harder, filling the room with the slap of skin. “Go on, sweet girl. Tell me how wrong it is while you drip all over me.”
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Yamato → Commanding Officer
His wood release binds your wrists above your head, body pinned against his chest. His dick stretches you full, grinding slow, deep. He observes everything: your flushed face, the glow of your skin, the way your rationale slips with your mind.
“This is—ahh—wrong,” you whisper, writhing helpless in his hold. “You really shouldn’t—”
Yamato’s voice is quiet but sharp in your ear. “You think I care about right or wrong when you look like this? When you squeeze me this tight?” His hand slides to your throat, tilts your head back. “Sweet little Chunin, acting like she doesn’t want it while dripping down my cock.”
You whimper, “You’re my superior—”
He chuckles dark, biting your shoulder. “Exactly. And I’m ordering you to take it.” His thrusts slam sharp and deliberate, making you cry out. “No running. No hiding. You’ll learn discipline between these sheets.”
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Madara Uchiha → Leader & Superior
He doesn’t fuck you like a man. He fucks you like a conqueror. Your back’s pressed to the table in his war room, scrolls scattering to the floor with each thrust.
“Why are you—You shouldn’t be—” your voice cracks on a moan, legs shaking in the air.
Madara cuts you off with a growl, hand locking on your throat. “I shouldn’t? I decide what I should and shouldn’t do.” His dick drives in, thick and brutal, forcing cries out of you. “Your body answers better than your tongue, girl. Gripping me like it was made for me.”
You whimper, “You’re my leader—”
“And you’re mine now,” he snarls, hips snapping hard enough to rattle the table. He leans close, breath hot against your lips. “No one else will ever touch you. Wrong or not, you’ll take every drop.”
And when you cum, tears streaming, he fucks through it, smirking down at your wrecked body.
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.
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.
