Heyy Id like to request headcanons(Alphabet/ABCs {smut/fluff} whatever you like better)
For Sasuke and Naruto.
If you decide to write it, I would very much appreciate it.
Thank you in advance💘💘
hi, of course!! i picked a smut alphabet, hope that's all right with you. the template that i used can be found here.
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Sasuke:
A - Alone time: doesn't really jerk off all that much, except if the nights are particularly lonely and he has you on his mind. Porn isn't successful in scratching the itch he feels, so Sasuke prefers to fantasize or bring back certain memories of you whenever he's pumping a tired hand over his cock.
B - Bondage: he'll tie your wrists and ankles, and play with you until you're practically begging him for mercy like a sinner would a God. He'll even blindfold you to make the sweet torture even more thrilling than it already is.
Will let you do the same to him, but only when he's comfortable enough in the relationship. It may take months. Or a year or two. Who knows?
C - Crying: won't cry, but will enjoy seeing you spill hot tears from how fucking good his cock feels as it keeps hitting that soft, gushy spot within you that makes you milk him dry after he's abused it for far too long.
D - Dominance: dominates; more or less. He's a dom by nature, but turns into a switch when he trusts his significant other enough. Threatens to murder you if you dare mention it to a single soul, though.
E - Extra info: he's super into giving oral. Won't admit it, but all he thinks about is how sweet your pussy tastes on his tongue, and that he can barely wait to latch his hot mouth between your legs.
It's just the way your legs tremble around his head when you're close that does it for him. He lives for seeing you squirm.
F - Food play: far too messy for his liking. The best he can do is an ice cube.
G - Group sex: he thought about it, but he loves you far too much to share you with anybody else; fantasy or not. He may not show it, but envy runs hot in that Uchiha blood. Possessive is his middle name.
H - Humiliation: will degrade you and smile that cold grin whilst doing it, too. He knows you love it so fucking much whenever he shows that egocentric side of him.
I - Impact play: Sasuke with a flogger. I repeat: Sasuke fucking Uchiha with a goddamn flogger!
He'd brush the thin strips of leather over your naked chest gently whilst lounging on the couch before you; one ankle nonchalantly resting on his knee, making every single one of your nerve ends recoil and drip with anxiety as you'd kneel before him.
Snap!
"Does it hurt? Yeah, darling? How bad?"
J - Jelly: this man loves a good, ol' cherry lube just because it smells really sweet, and he can taste the sugar when he eats you out after stretching you out with his fingers.
K - Kissing: loves, and absolutely adores the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his own. His kisses are deep and intimate, the saliva exchanging in thin, glistening strings between your panting mouths. He wants to own your fucking mouth.
Also enjoys leaving little love bites all over your body, and allows you to mark his own skin with your personal signature, too, but only in places others cannot see.
L - Lighting: fucks you with the lights off, or when the lighting is really dim and gloomy. His Sharingan glows the entire time as he makes you his. The carmine colour makes your heart want to explode.
M - Masochism: will let you scratch his back as he's on top of you, pounding you into the mattress. He'll hiss at the aching contact of your nails biting into his smooth skin, but will only kiss you harder in reply - making you gasp for air.
He does get turned on if you choke him and push the back of his head further into the pillow whenever you're on top of him, though. It's like a battle, of sorts.
N - Not yet: won't let you cum, until he decides that it's the proper time for it. Will punish you if you touch yourself without him allowing you to.
Begging doesn't help. All you can do is endure.
O - Outdoor sex: no, but if you try to initiate something; he'll break your back as soon as you're behind closed doors.
P - Photography: really appreciates if you send him pictures of yourself, but doesn't really react to them until he sees you in person. As soon as you can feel his chin resting on your shoulder as he wraps a caring hand around your throat without a single sound, you know it's game over.
Q - Quiet please: isn't very audible, but enjoys the little mewls and pleas you make as you writhe underneath him. He does the little sigh whenever he bottoms out in your warmth.
R - Routine: fucking you is the first thing he wants to do after not seeing you for weeks straight. So, it could be considered a routine of some sort?
S - Sleepy sex: will wake you up with oral [in the morning, or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter], because you've communicated it before and you've given him the consent to do it. Nothing makes him happier than listening to your breathless moans, and feeling the tired strokes you give to his hair as he lazily swipes his tongue over your sweet pussy.
T - Top or bottom: switch, but more lenient towards being a top.
U - Underwear: simple, black boxer briefs, but he prefers to sleep naked.
V - Voyeurism: would rather murder the entire village, than see you fucking someone that wasn't him.
W - Water: bath sex, where it's slow and lazy and he gets to see you in all your glory as the glimmer of soap coats your smooth skin and his digits are slipping over your torso, hips, ass, over and over again as you ride him.
X - X-dressing: the best he can do is eyeliner, and even then he's fussy about it.
Y - Yes, Master: you are his darling, and he will fuck his darling stupid, until she won't be able to sit down properly for a few days.
Z - Zones: forehead kisses. He also loves it whenever you kiss his collarbones and sink your teeth into them before swirling your tongue over the aching mark you've just gifted him. The little pecks over his chest and stomach when you are about to go down on him make his heart flutter. As well as any kiss you place upon his mouth.
Naruto:
A - Alone time: he has a high libido, so he pleasures himself quite often in attempt of placating the need. Definitely watches a lot of porn and cums into tissues. [Especially when he's older, and constantly working as Hokage. Jerking off is his favourite way to relieve stress.]
B - Bondage: he likes being on the receiving end for bondage from time to time [nothing too drastic, though, because he doesn't enjoy losing complete control.] As for the giving aspect; he's simply too clumsy and impatient to tie all the knots properly and tighten the rope in a way that it won't burn your skin over time.
C - Crying: definitely gets slightly teary-eyed if he's drunk and if it's slow, passionate intimacy that's filled with lots of praise from your side. The deep connection and approval makes him want to nearly bind his soul to your own. It turns him a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way.
D - Dominance: he dominates. Naruto has gained a taste for it because of the women who practically threw themselves at him, and allowed him to do whatever he wished with them in the following years when he was proclaimed a war hero.
E - Extra info: he’s a tits man. Absolutely loves shoving his dick in-between your breasts after forcing you to press your arms tightly together, so that he can fuck them until they’re covered in his cum.
F - Food play: not really. He’d eat it all before you’d even get to the good part.
G - Group sex: absolutely not. His clones are the only exception, and even then he gets awfully jealous.
H - Humiliation: he’s more on the praising side than the one of degradation, but he will say a thing or two when he’s frustrated/tired, or when you won’t give him what he wants. [He feels bad about it later, though.]
I - Impact play: definitely spanks you, but uses his hand to rub the burn away the moment after he strikes.
J - Jelly: warming lube. It makes him feel nice and cosy inside you; especially when he persuades you into cock warming.
K - Kissing: likes it when you kiss his jaw, his beaten-up knuckles and the tips of his fingers. He feels appreciated that way, and appreciation makes him horny.
L - Lighting: he enjoys fucking you in the morning, when the light is really dim and mellow, and he’s still sleepy.
M - Masochism: is a sucker for the pain you give him only because he’s making you feel good. His favourite is when your nails dig into his biceps in attempt of steadying yourself while he’s pounding the living shit out of you. [Also, he loves it whenever you tug on his hair.]
N - Not yet: Way too impatient for orgasm denial. He will force you to cum and gush all over his cock as soon as possible. [As well as many times as possible.]
Will also fuck you like an enraged beast if you tease him too much and don’t allow him to cum in return.
O - Outdoor sex: Two words: office sex.
P - Photography: loves receiving nudes, but isn’t really good at sending them. Scrolls through the gallery of pictures he has of you when he’s bored, or just wants something that’ll make him cum quick and easy.
Q - Quiet please: grunts and groans, especially when receiving oral. Likes to hear soft moans and whines of his name from you. It tells him that he’s doing a good job.
R - Routine: no routine, whatsoever. When it comes to Naruto; everything is spontaneous.
S - Sleepy sex: he likes receiving oral before bed because it helps him sleep better and because he’s simply too tired to offer anything in return. He tries to, of course, but you’re persistent in rewarding your good Hokage; all until he’s running his fingers through your hair, and whispering quiet whispers of gratitude for taking such good care of him.
Though, lazy morning sex is his favourite way of starting his day whenever he, by some odd chance, doesn’t have to go to work, or at least not as early. Naruto takes his time with you on those mornings, making up for all the days he couldn’t and, to put it simply, spoils you rotten.
T - Top or bottom: TOP!
U - Underwear: even at his grown age, he’s still rocking ‘em boxer briefs with the froggy pattern plastered all over. You think it’s the cutest thing ever.
V - Voyeurism: definitely is more of the hands-on type, but sometimes catches himself enjoying the sight of his clones doing the work for him in the bedroom. [Still, the original Naruto is the only one that’s allowed to kiss you and make you cum.]
W - Water: is a big fan of shower sex. He likes seeing you naked and the way the droplets of water glimmer as they cascade down your bare skin. Constantly insists that you shower together, in order to “save on water”. It's just an excuse to see your tits press against the cool tiles, though.
X - X-dressing: he's the inventor of the ‘Sexy Jutsu’. Naruto is down to let you fuck him while he’s obtaining the body of a woman, but will most surely dominate you even in that form by the end of the night.
Y - Yes, Master: gets turned on whenever you call him daddy. He calls you sweetheart in return.
Bonus: he’ll never admit it, but whenever you lean over the desk, smile, and address him as Lord Seventh; he’s hard as a rock.
Z - Zones: likes it whenever you suck on his fingers and kiss each finger pad, respectively. If you trace his stomach. Or tug on the hair on the nape of his neck, before running your digits over his scalp. When you rub his temples or shoulders, because they all ache most of the time. But touching his rough hands and running your own through his hair over and over again, is what gives him the strongest of shivers.
Hi can i request teacher naruto x student reader smut (obviously not in pedo way).With degration kink if possible I love being degraded😩
Pairing: Naruto Uzumaki/fem!reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, teacher/student relationship, car sex, degrading, professor!naruto.
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NARUTO UZUMAKI had made a mistake.
The thirty-year-old Professor should have known better than offer to drive his secretly favourite student home after class. Sure, it was dark out from the late hour which his superiors forced him to hold his lessons at, and the rain had technically been pouring in great, ferocious curtains of water outside the university where he worked, but neither of those reasons would be deemed good enough by an educator who swore by a code on keeping his relations with students strictly professional.
Still, all it took was one look at the rather sombre expression on the poor girl's face to announce him a goner under the narrow roof of the main entrance to the building that night - code or not. Before y/n's rosy lips could even finish forming a pout in result of assessing the heavy, dull sky above her head, Naruto's feet had already moved seemingly on their own; forcing him to walk over with his umbrella, like the polite gentleman that he was.
He couldn't remember what exactly he had told her to persuade her into accepting his offer on driving her home. All he could bring forth in his memory was her smile, the eager nod, and the way her arm kept bumping against his own when they had taken the short walk towards his car.
And that was how Naruto had found himself stuck with y/n that Friday evening - his favourite student.
All alone.
"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Uzumaki. I really appreciate it." the pretty girl said when he plopped down into the plush driver's seat of his dark grey Volvo SUV.
Throwing a hasty glance at her as she rubbed her dainty palms together in order to quicken her blood circulation, Naruto offered her a subtle nod.
"Don't mention it," he replied curtly, running a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair. He brushed away the water droplets coating his palm against his black pants before shrugging off his coat and throwing it in the backseat. Seriously. Don't mention it.
She puffed air onto her curled up fists now, plump lips moving against her knuckles, "I would have probably gotten soaked to the bone by the time I reached the bus station, if it weren't for you. So, thanks again."
"Probably," he said, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "Quite a downfall, huh?"
"Yeah... It's pretty bad."
"Yup."
They fell into silence.
Naruto loosed a sigh at the awkward small talk about the weather. Fastening his seat belt, he started the car and said, "So, how's your last year of university been treating you, Miss l/n?"
"Pretty good," she replied, eyeing the touchscreen that lit up as soon as the engine whirred to life. He could see her eyes turn innocently inquisitive at the playlist to appear. "My grades are doing okay, I suppose... I'm trying not to stress as much as I did in my first year."
"Glad to hear it. You've always been a good student," he complimented, pulling out of the designated parking space. He glanced at her again and caught her still staring at the touchscreen, her cheeks slightly rosy now. "You can pick a song if you'd like."
He didn't have to tell her twice. Leaning slightly forward, y/n scrolled through the list of songs, keen eyes quickly scanning the various artists. "You have pretty good taste, Sir. I also listen to The Neighbourhood." she mumbled after a while.
"Thanks." Naruto watched her tap a song now - Sweater Weather. Of course. Listening to the soft melody beginning to mix with the thundering rain hitting against the roof of the car, he said, "So, any plans for what you're gonna do after you get your diploma?"
"Not really, no," she said, scratching her cheek with those prettily manicured nails, "Maybe travel a bit?"
"Always a good idea."
"Mhm."
Silence again. Awkward.
"You gonna lead the way, or should I use the GPS?" he asked, looking at her once more.
Naruto promptly ignored the little plaid skirt she wore and the high knee-socks accompanying the flimsy thing. No matter that it made him swallow a bit more thickly than usual, and made his skin go taut to such a degree that it felt too tight to cover the entirety of his bones.
They usually did that - her clothes. Had been doing so for months, actually.
He refused to acknowledge it, as it was the sane way to do.
"I can lead the way, if it's all right with you?" she spoke softly, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine with me."
"Okay." He could see her fingers dig into the sleeves of her thin blouse then, her tits squeezing together with the action. They practically ate up the darn seat belt. Sure, all of the buttons were modestly secured, but the cotton was still tight. Too tight. "Turn left here, please."
"Left, yes. Okay." he rambled, his knee shaking before he rested his foot on the gas pedal again. His voice sounded weird.
Clearing his throat, Naruto focused on the road instead, both brows pinching together in mild exasperation. The last thing he needed was to cause a fucking car crash because he couldn't stop staring at his student's tits. Pathetic.
Said student sighed and rubbed her arms a bit, but said nothing.
"Are you cold?" he found himself asking. Why couldn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut, already?!
"Oh," she stilled, sinking further into the seat as if in embarrassment. Scarlet overtook her face when she murmured, "A little, yeah... But it's nothing I can't handle."
"I'm sure you can handle it, Miss l/n." Naruto said, and thought about punching himself in the face right then and there. Flicking on the heaters, he offered her a tentative smile, "But I think it'd be better if you didn't catch a cold."
"How so?" she questioned, wary eyes looking at the pleasant grin to adorn his face, now.
"Well, you wouldn't be able to attend my lecture if you got sick, now would you?" he chuckled lowly, flicking his gaze towards her again.
God, the first thing he was going to do after arriving home was slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.
"Yeah, th-that's true." she stumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. She could have sworn that he smirked at the stutter.
Mother above, he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and assertive, owning a sharp jawline, and a voice so deep that the rasp of it could make even the dullest of lectures sound like a goddamn poem - Professor Naruto Uzumaki had always been her favourite to look at.
There wasn't a thing in the Universe that she enjoyed more than following the flex of his strong biceps whenever he wrote on the blackboard in their classroom, or the potent build of him that he always alluringly accentuated with the countless fancy dress shirts and nicely-fitting pants he loved to wear so goddamn much.
His hair was golden like rows upon rows of rich fields of wheat, and his eyes blue like a clear July sky. Even his tan complexion screamed summer, and heat, and endless, feverish sun. He was absolutely breathtaking in every aspect. It made her feel very small, compared to his overwhelming presence. And not just because he held the authority.
y/n felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Warmth recoiled within the pit of her stomach, though the reason for it wasn't as obscene as the one she had thought of at first.
"Uh... Sir?"
Ignoring the way his dick twitched inside his pants at the title, Naruto merely hummed in reply, "Hm?"
"The seat's getting kind of hot," she mumbled, entire face searing pink. She shifted from side to side, squeezing her thighs together.
Naruto glanced at her squirming, eyes quickly dipping towards the hem of her skirt which she kept pressing against the top of her thighs in order to keep from rising up. He fought back the hint of amusement in his smile when he said, "Yeah, I flicked on the seat warmer for you. It'll warm you up faster."
"Oh... Okay."
A beat of silence echoed between them for a third time. He listened to her breathing. It had turned shallow, somewhat.
"Does it feel good, Miss l/n?" he asked quietly, his grip on the steering wheel tenacious. At this point, he was asking for it. Seriously, what was wrong with him?
"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki." she replied, her voice adorably meek.
He swallowed the saliva to gather inside his mouth again, "Want me to turn it up even higher?"
"That'd be nice."
He did. Watched her squirm and part her legs slightly at the warmth to pour into her, too. Listening to the quiet sigh of appreciation, he smiled, "Better?"
"Loads."
The word made him think about something he shouldn't be thinking about when his student was around. Made him fantasize about slamming her down on his cock right there; in the backseat of his car, until she'd cry from the pleasure as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced and he indeed did stuff his load right into her damn womb.
He just knew that her pussy would be warm to wrap around his dick after all the damn heat he was making her endure, now.
Naruto bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. Perhaps it'd be better to crash the car, after all. "How far are we from your home?"
"About fifteen minutes," she said, staring out the window, "But, it's completely all right if you drop me off at the nearest bus station, Sir. I wouldn't want to be a bother."
"I don't mind," he grit out, indecent thoughts tumbling one after the other, "It's Friday... I've got all the time in the world."
"Yeah?" she giggled, shuffling in her seat again, "No party to run home to?"
"I've partied enough during my twenties, Miss l/n," he replied with a low chuckle. "So, no. No party."
Silence. And then; "How about a wife?"
He quirked an eyebrow at the question. But instead of scolding her for prodding at his privacy like an educator following the fucking code would; Naruto instead decided to bite into the challenge, "I'm not married."
"Oh?"
"Before you judge me as to why I am not; I don't recall a boyfriend offering you a ride home in all this rain."
She scoffed, "That's because I don't have a boyfriend."
He threw her a wary side-glance, "How so?" This was getting personal. God help him.
"Boys are jerks," she offered plainly, rolling her eyes.
He snickered. "Remind me... How old are you again?"
"Twenty-two."
"Ah," he mused, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger, "They really are jerks, then. At least at that age."
They shared a quiet laugh. "Were you one?" she questioned out of the blue.
"Hm?"
"A jerk?"
"Well," Naruto mumbled, shrugging, "A bit, yeah."
Her eyes flashed with mischief when she turned to look at him. "Why?"
"I..." his brows furrowed as he searched for the right word, "Let's just say that I wasn't exactly of the tame sort during my high school and college years."
"What does that mean; tame?" she shot out the question like a bullet. Goddamn, this girl had zero sense of formality.
"I used to party a lot." He mumbled the last bit a bit more quietly, "And everything else that came along with said partying."
"So, you did drugs?" she asked, her features blank.
Naruto nearly choked on his own spit, "Heavens no!"
"Then what?" she laughed at his wide-eyed expression.
"Just..." he sighed, scrubbing a tired hand across his face whilst gripping the steering wheel with the other, "I drank a lot, fought a bit, and had fun with quite a few girls. That's it."
"I don't understand how that makes you a jerk, though?"
"I wasn't always nice to the girls," Naruto admitted finally, the tips of his ears searing red. "But that's all in the past, now."
"Bummer."
"What?"
"Hm?" she hummed, both of her eyebrows shooting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, "So, you were, excuse the term, Professor; a fuckboy?"
Naruto's lips twitched at the corners. "I suppose so."
She stared at him for a long moment. Studied him thoroughly, until he couldn't help but glance back. "What is it?"
"Nothing," she uttered, shrugging, "I just can't see it."
"Can't see what?"
"You being a fuckboy."
He blinked. Stopping at a red light, he turned to look at her properly now, "What's that supposed to mean, Miss l/n?"
"I'm sorry, but you're just so..." she tilted her head lightly to the side as she studied him again, snickering lightly, "Mellow."
She even did him the courtesy of gesturing all over him as if to further prove her point.
Naruto stared at her, the expression on his face blank; unreadable. His student had struck a nerve with the sly comment. Had made him see red. Sure, he had just entered his thirties, and his college days were long behind him, but he was still fun. She had no clue how fun he could get. Perhaps he'd show her.
No, not perhaps. He had to show her. To prove her wrong. This was his dignity they were talking about, for crying out loud!
And so, with a heart that hammered with offence and the need to prove himself, Naruto repeated,
"Hah... You think I'm mellow?"
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Naruto had no idea how it had happened.
One second he was staring at her as she kept giggling at his expense, and the next one he was pushing her on his cock in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot.
He hadn't even managed to take his pants off, just kind of fumbled with the button and zipper until his dick had been freed just enough for him to slam it right inside her tight, little pussy.
The sensation nearly made his vision spin. It had certainly been a while since he had gotten his dick wet. And speaking of wet; this girl was drenched. If there wouldn't be a mess spilled all over his black denims when they were finished with this, then he could proclaim himself as the modern son of God and wear the Pope's hat.
Holding her pretty panties to the side with trembling fingers, Naruto sighed at the sticky warmth to hug his girth now. Sweat covered his brow when he grit out, "You can't tell anyone about this, y/n."
His voice was nearly a growl that vibrated against her lips when he kissed her, latching his hot, panting mouth to hers. The way his tongue overtook her own made a shiver run along the entire length of her spine. This was definitely not the same polite, courteous man she was used to seeing on the hallways of the university every other day.
No, this was a beast.
"I won't," she whimpered, her legs spasming around his waist as she tried to ease herself down on him, "I-I promise I won't, Mr. Uzumaki."
"Fuck your promise, I want you to swear it to me," he groaned, hiking up her plaid skirt. They were still completely dressed from the chaos that had just begun to ensue, "I could lose my job if someone found out. So fucking swear it to me right now, or I'll make sure you won't be able to sit in class on Monday. Much less walk properly."
Monday?!
"I sw-swear," she sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed further, painfully stretching her to the point where she feared she might just burst, "I swear I won't tell anyone! Fuck...!"
He bucked his hips upward, nearly making her eyes cross. The grin to meet her eyes was worse than complacent, "Tell 'em what? That your Professor is fucking that pretty cunt of yours? That you're riding him like a filthy slut?"
"Yes, yes! All of that, mmh...!" she groaned, head lolling backwards at the pressure within her lower stomach. He could feel her toes curl against his thighs when he stretched her even further.
Naruto was relentless, he'd fill up every single inch of her warm pussy, until she'd end up gushing on his cock. He swore that he would.And he was just upset enough to actually do it.
'Mellow', she had called him. Fuck that. Serves her right.
"Say it," Naruto breathed, his broad hand tangling into her hair. He traced his fingertips across her scalp before he yanked a handful of her hair so harshly that she cried out, "Say that you're a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."
Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, her upper lip profoundly quivering when she uttered, "I'm a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."
The sound of how weak and ashamed her voice sounded when she said it made a wildfire erupt within his chest. Made him want to roar.
"Well, aren't you a naughty girl for enjoying something that dirty, huh? What would your father think of you?" he snarled in reply, his eyes blazing with wickedness, "Is that the reason why you come to my class dressed like a goddamn whore twice a week? Why you taunt me and make my dick hard behind the desk with all those tiny skirts of yours? 'Cause you wanna get slammed in 'em by me?"
Dear god, he was going to ruin her. Bit by bit.
"Yes, that's exactly the reason!" she cried out again, squeezing her eyes shut when he sank his teeth into her neck. "I-I did it all just to tempt you."
"You're such a bitch, y/n," he grunted, teeth gritting together when she rolled her hips against his own, "All you do is bring trouble into my life... Look at what you're making me do right now. This is all your fault."
"My fault?" she moaned as he quickened his pace, meeting her halfway everytime she slammed back down on him. The sounds of arousal to bounce off the sides of his car were so indecent that they made her blush like a sucker. She looked down at him - her Professor. At his heavy-lidded eyes which were glazed over with lust and the smug, crooked grin which was slightly bigger on one side than the other.
He was dazzling; absolutely perfect. Especially like this. Flushed and sweaty, and so fucking happy that she was bouncing on top of him.
"My fault." she accepted his claim now, kissing him again, "Entirely my fault, Mr. Uzumaki."
"It's Naruto," he grunted, his warm tongue stroking her bottom lip, "How about you learn my fuckin' name, before you sit on my dick, you cock-thirsty slut? Or is it not important for you to know the name of the man you fuck?"
"I'm sorry, Naruto." she purred, wincing when he smacked her ass in warning. His broad hands caressed her curves. She nearly lost it when he squeezed the soft flesh; made it burn. He was on the brink of tearing her fucking panties off.
"You can apologize by making me cum, sweetheart." he whispered, the beam of his teeth tantalizing and dangerous, "I've had a long day of enduring your stupid teasing."
"How?" she mumbled, face red. The poor girl had no idea what got him going past the edge.
"Figure it out," he drawled nonchalantly, "Or we're staying here, until you're begging me to stop pounding your cunt."
She bit her lip as she studied him. Loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his navy blue dress shirt with nimble fingers before carefully pressing her lips to the crook of his neck.
Her nails dug into his crisp button-up now; curling around his broad shoulders as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the sweet spot just beneath his jaw. She could hear his breathing stagger every time she dragged her tongue across the freshly-forming bruise.
"I'm so happy that you're letting me ride you, Professor," she whispered, kissing his earlobe, "After all, your cock is so big, Naruto... You're so much better than the silly boys I usually fuck."
He quickened his pace, his hips jerking against her own. This was it.
She bit back another moan when he wrapped both of his arms around her, pressing her against his heaving chest, "I've always wanted to fuck a man. A proper, strong man that would know how to take care of my pussy. Not some silly, little boys that don't even know how to use their dicks."
"y/n," he warned, his voice hoarse.
She didn't stop, only rolled her hips against his own even harder in order to chase that extra friction they both needed, "They're nothing compared to you, Professor. I'm so lucky." Faster, faster, faster. Fucking faster!
"Nobody could fuck me better than you, Naruto."
The words were his undoing.
And the warm cum he had spilled within her was her elevation.
The face she made when she came, made him outright gawk at her. This wasn't the last time he'd fuck her. No, because in that exact moment; Naruto had realised that he was going to own her body on every single flat surface of his home, his classroom, his car - his everything.
Because this was fun. He was fun.
Losing themselves, their mouths connected yet again; teeth clashing and spit exchanging as they filled their very souls with muffled moans, curses and pleas. Naruto pressed her against him as her warm, gushy walls milked every last drop from him, tightening around him to the point it hurt.
She just clung onto him, cursing him and his entire bloodline underneath her breath.
Notes and warnings: A short story, in which Naruto Uzumaki enters the real world, in order to help an introverted girl gain the courage to live her life to the fullest.
Basically, Canon!Naruto, trapped in a Modern AU setting.
Will contain very explicit and mature themes later on!!
Chapter 1
FOR as long as she could remember, y/n had preferred solitude.
Always alone, but never truly lonely - the nineteen-year-old art student had spent the majority of her young life with only her buzzing thoughts serving her as company. Well aware that humans were social beings who thrived on conversation, she sometimes felt like she could call herself alien for never desiring it.
After all, y/n thrived in the safe confines of her home - a meagre little apartment on the top floor of a tall building, residing within a flourishing city. She felt most content when her nimble fingers were covered in layers upon layers of paint and charcoal inside her tiny makeshift studio. When her bottom lip was safely tucked underneath her teeth in pure, unrelenting focus as she painted, and painted, and painted.
There was no need for a single word to be uttered whilst the art flowed in the same speed the adrenaline coursing through her veins accomodated. She allowed her hands to do all the talking, rather than tiring her tongue.
It had always been that way. She was never much of a talker; was rather bad with words. Tried to depict her thoughts in pictures, instead.
Each stroke to come from her paintbrush filled her with exuberance, every swipe caressed her very soul. The creations to come to life, either traditionally on a canvas or digitally on a tablet; those were her true friends.
She didn't need anybody else. Only herself, her creations and paint.
Or so she thought.
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"Hello...? Hey... Wake up, will ya?"
THE poking of a finger to nudge y/n's left cheek was persistently obnoxious.
She stirred awake in the queen sized bed; stretching her tired limbs underneath the heavy duvet. With one foot remaining firmly placed inside the dreamworld full of inexplicable shapes and colours she had been accommodating only moments before, the nineteen-year-old voiced a little groan in protest. Her brain felt half-numb from sleep, still.
y/n's brows knit tightly together at the ceaseless poking which continued to assault her cheek. It grew even more impatient with the sigh of frustration to accompany it,
"C'mon...! Wake up. Ugh..."
The voice which filled her ears was a warm, coarse sort of rasp. As well as unfamiliar.
Wait.
Her pupils dilated when she opened her eyes; adjusting to the stark darkness to engulf the entire bedroom. Her bedroom. This was her bedroom - her home. And in that home, y/n lived alone.
Which could only mean that a stranger had wound up inside it.
y/n felt dread spider-walk down her neck. Felt her entire body freeze into place at the sight of the tall, shadowy figure to loom above her curled up position - still nudging her cheek. The panic to overtake her sucked all of the air from her lungs in a single blow; made every exhale tremble. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Couldn't even remember how to do either of those things.
The intruder to stand before her did know how, though.
His hand slid from her cheek. y/n stilled; body falling rigid at the broad palm to rest upon her shoulder, now. She couldn't tell how rough the finger pads were as one hooked underneath the thin strap of her silken nightgown. The movement was awkward - graceless. It brushed along her velvet skin which was still warm from the relentless summer heat to pour through the parted curtains.
The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning; Had he gotten in through the window?
No, wait - that was impossible. She lived on the top floor of a fourteen-story building. There was no way this man - or any man, for that matter - would have been able to attempt that climb and survive it. Much less succeed in finishing it.
The only reasonable explanation was the front door. So, she must have forgotten to lock it. Though, she could have sworn that she remembered checking the locks before going to bed last night...
The stranger grabbed her by the shoulder now, digits curling. Her skin went taut over her bones from the fear to overtake her very being.
Inhaling a petrified breath through her nose, the young artist squeezed her eyes shut. This was the moment she - as a woman, had feared the most. Her body was going to get taken advantage of. This terrible man was going to hurt her; torture her. Perhaps even murder her.
Who would be the unfortunate soul to find her mutilated body after he'd be done having his way with her? Who would be the first one to notice that something was wrong, after she wouldn't be answering her phone for days?
She hoped - prayed to a God she had never believed in, that it wouldn't be her family who would find her dead in the end. Anybody, but her parents and little brother. She couldn't stomach the thought. Didn't even have time to do it, as the intruder gave her a hard shake.
She whimpered out a little sob, voice breaking, "Pl-Please... I... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"
At her cry, he stilled. y/n felt her throat tighten around the lump to reside within. Her lungs had started to burn from the sobbing she was choking back. Even her spit tasted bitter.
"What...?" he spoke finally. Distracted - he was distracted. "What are you going on about, 'tteba- Ah, fuck!"
The curse he let out was a groan of pained disapproval at the sudden way her teeth sank into his right forearm. y/n clenched her jaw as tight as she possibly could, barely acknowledging the dry cotton to meet her teeth. Bandages scraped her tongue, absorbing her saliva.
"Stop it! Fucking stop biting me!" his shout was a thundering boom to resonate throughout the room. She felt his other hand press against the side of her head. He pushed, fingers clumsily tangling into her hair as he fought back.
Goddamn, he was massive. Heavier and so much stronger than her, but she had to do something - anything. Needed to at least try and put up a fight, because her life was on the line. Had to somehow push him away just enough to escape the bedroom and run. All she needed was a couple of seconds to reach the door. Just a measly couple of seconds.
He screamed when she dug her incisors even harder into the bandaged flesh. Her body thrashed on top of the bed, the duvet slipping off at her ferocious kicking. His knees bucked, and then he was pushing his weight against her; pressing her deeper into the mattress. Her hands slammed against his jaw and forehead, nails clinking and scratching against metal.
"Let go! Fuck...! S-Stop it! Stop, stop, stop!" he roared, curse words spilling one after the other as she pushed and bit and fought, and fought, and fought against him.
She felt his digits dig just beneath her jaw as he tried prying her mouth open by force. Felt two of them hook underneath her bottom lip and tug. He was desperate to make her let go of him.
No way in Hell was she giving up the only hold of pain she was successfully inflicting upon him, now. In the midst of the chaotic battle concerning her survival, the man she was fighting with had succeeded in pinning both of her arms underneath his knees, after all.
And she was losing that battle. Slowly yes, albeit surely. And despite being aware of the harsh truth, she refused to let go of that last shred of hope that her teeth brought her. Refused to yield. If she was going to go down, it'd be by fighting, at least.
His weight felt painful when it pressed against her middle. She could hardly take a shallow breath. Her bare feet dragged and kicked against the mattress almost pathetically, now.
"Stop it," he breathed - pleaded her. "Please... This entire thing is a misunderstanding- Goddammit!"
She said nothing. Couldn't say anything - from the way her teeth dug even further into his forearm. He winced, his body spasming above her. His fingers were causing hurt as they prodded at her gums - nails scraping against her teeth.
"For fuck's sake, let go! I'm not going to hurt you," he hissed, the groan to resonate above her strained and full of ache, "You're the one hurting me, 'ttebayo!"
She stilled her thrashing at the odd word to leave his lips. Cracked open one eyelid to look up at the man who was still pinning her against the mattress. The room was dark, but the dim lighting to seep into it from the street-lamps below her window was just enough to make out his features.
It was the whiskered markings to adorn both of his cheeks that caught her attention. As well as the short blonde hair and the peculiar clothes. He inclined his head at her staring, the glint of metal catching light with the movement. She lifted her eyes to the thin plate to cover his forehead. The symbol which was carved into the steel seemed awfully familiar.
A spiral. A leaf.
y/n gaped at the male above her, now. A familiar male. Couldn't make out the exact colour of his eyes in the darkness to surround them, but still noted the feverish perplexity to reside within.
He prodded at her gums again, as if in reminder.
As soon as her lips parted and she slackened her jaw, he pulled his arm back in one hasty motion. She watched him nurse it with his other hand. He ran his fingers along the bandages, as if in meek attempt of dulling the ache she had caused him.
She didn't say anything. Just stared at him - outright gawked at him.
His eyes flickered from his arm to her after a short reassessment of the damage she had inflicted. He loosed a trembling breath, his plump bottom lip quivering slightly when he said, "If I let you go... Are you gonna attack me again, like some feral animal?"
y/n couldn't form words. So, she did the only thing to come to mind; she shook her head in answer.
A beat of silence ensued between them.
"You promise?" he muttered, one brow arching in visible hesitation.
She nodded.
He seemed wary whilst narrowing his eyes to search her face for any sign of deceit. Still, he obliged in releasing her after a short moment of careful inspection. Reluctantly, yes... But willingly.
She rubbed her aching wrists as soon as he slipped off of her, urging her blood to circulate at a faster pace. Her fingers felt numb.
Silence surrounded the pair for a second time. Her gaze continued to flicker towards him during it. He had made himself comfortable on the edge of her bed now, legs neatly crossed. His eyes rowed over her in the same way as her own did over him.
Up and down, up and down, up and down.
She pushed back, untrusting eyes never leaving the odd male sitting in front of her. Paying caution to every single movement he made, she slowly caused more distance between them. As soon as her spine hit the headboard, she extended a trembling hand towards the nightstand to occupy the empty space next to her bed. Her fingers fumbled across the sleek wood in their hurried search for the light switch.
Click! - y/n flicked the little lamp to reside on top of her nightstand to life.
And as soon as the soft light splashed across the entirety of her bedroom, she was met face to face with Naruto Uzumaki.
in which, Naruto decides to practice sexual activity with you with the usage of his infamous shadow clone jutsu.
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Naruto was currently sprawled on the couch with a beer in his hand. A healthy pink tint spread across his face as he continued to drink in remembrance of his stressful day. It wasn't until the door to his house opened and he turned around on the couch being greeted with you walking into the home.
"I'm home!" You say, hanging up your coat. Narutos eyes adverted to the teal dress you wore that clung comfortably to your skin. It had always been his favorite dress of the bunch that belonged to you.
"Naruto?" Your honey-due voice rang throughout the apartment as you walked into the living room. "Hey," Naruto says, obviously checking you out pervertedly. "Hi baby," you say, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek from the back. Naruto gracefully submitted to your loving affection and turned his face to give himself more access to your lips. "Come here," Naruto demands patting his lap and walked around the couch, and openly popped a squat.
"Where'd you go today, huh? You smell and look really beautiful," he voices, kissing you on your neck. "You saying I don't look good every other day? Is today just an inconvenience?" You teased and Narutos face tensed up. "NO, no, no. I'm just saying... You look... Really good," He began to give you solemn Eskimo kisses and both of your foreheads began to touch. Your lips slowly began to mound together, your hands interlocked in his hair and his hands fell to your hips.
You could feel an erection form under you and you groaned and the way he began to grind your hips for you. His hands slowly traced up your back and slid the straps to your dress down, leaving you to leave a subtle gasp in his mouth. "Haven't gotten my hands on you in so long..." Naruto says, pulling away from you connect a line of saliva between the two of your lips. "Tired of fucking you the same ol' way. We're trying somethin' different," Naruto wrapped his hands under your ass and scooped you in his arms.
Naruto had always been like this. He was damn near a sexaholic when it came down to giving it to you. He roughly pushed you on his and your shared bed. He took your dress off immediately and groaned at the mere sight of your body. The way the bra tightly held your flesh made him damn near feral. "I'm gonna have that pussy drippin' when I'm finished with you," he informs you as he removes his shirt and flexed his muscles.
He then rolled his hips down against yours causing his erection to press right into the heart of your clothed pussy. You were so in the moment and you didn't even notice that with one hand, he began to form hand signs.
You began to feel multiple hands on you all at once and your eyes snapped open. You gasped when you saw a total of three Naruto's around your body. One was the real him and the two others had to be his clones. The shadow clone to the right of you unzipped their pants while the other one began to unhook your bra. All of them watched as your breasts were freed from their fabric and you felt your face heat at all the distinct eyes on you.
The shadow clone to the left lowered their face down and let the warmth of their mouth encase your nipple while their other hand felt to the other one pulling at it with their thumb and index finger. Your back arched off the bed and the original Naruto pushed you back down. "Sit still and take it," your head turned sideways in an attempt to hide your desperate facial expressions. The clone to the right of you grabbed you by your chin and yanked your face back.
"Don't hide yourself," the clone stated as they continued to strip themself completely bare. "Open your mouth," you followed directions and the clone shoved the entirety of itself inside of your mouth, groaning at the way your warm mouth welcomed them. "Watch the teeth," you immediately followed orders and tried to tuck your lips to hide your teeth. The original Naruto watched as your panties slowly began to saturate even more as seconds went on.
He hooked his hands at the waistband of your panties and slowly slid them down, groaning at the way you looked in the moonlight. He looked up and watched as the two shadow clones went to work on you and you just kept obliging as an honest submissive. He began to unbutton his pants and slid them down along with his boxers. He began to coat himself in your juices, moving his cock up and down on your cunt and you moaned sending vibrations to the clone's cock.
Naruto slowly pushed inside of you causing your hand to grip the thigh of the clone to the right to whom was continuing to thrust deep into your mouth. The other Naruto who was continuing to suck and bite down on your nipples never went unnoticed by you as his actions made you even more aroused. Naruto pushed in and out of you and you continued to moan, generously helping the clone come closer to his orgasms from the vibrations.
Your hands slowly aimed to push at Narutos hips, but both clones grabbed your hands pinning them above you. "Keep your hands to yourself," the original Naruto demands as he continued to thrust deep inside of you. With another one of your moans, the Naruto on the right of you pulled out of your mouth and began to stroke it out. On instinct, you stuck your tongue out and with that, the clone shot a load in your mouth and some of it even got on your face.
Your nipples began to swell up leaving them even more sensitive. You moaned a little too loud and the clone to the left hushed you with his index finger. Skin slapping noises could be heard as Naruto spared no mercy to you and you felt an intense orgasm coming. You groaned as his cock began to kiss your cervix repeatedly hitting the special positions inside of you. Narutos head fell back, his blonde locks following as he felt you clench around him. "You close baby?" He asked as he continued to sloppily fuck you senseless.
"Yess," your cries were cut short as hands were wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides, most definitely leaving marks beyond the basis. You felt your vision go black as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your stomach go savage as you could feel him deep. The Naruto on the left of you grabbed your hand and put it on your lower stomach and you could feel his bulge outline. "That's how deep I am inside of you," he says, grunting and his hands began to squeeze your hips.
The shadow clone on the right removed his mouth and hands from your chest and began to massage your flesh causing your brain to clog even more.
With one more snap of his hips and a moan of his name, you released on him and with the tight clench, Naruto came inside of you on purpose. The shadow clones disappeared and you both began to take the time to catch your breaths.
