Featuring: Naruto, Sasuke, Sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, Lee, Kiba, Shino, Gaara, and Kankuro
Debrief: how the guys would react to having a hypersexual partner
Warning: sex mentioned but no descriptive moments.
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Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto would be thrilled.
he’s energetic and affectionate, so having a partner who wants him all the time feeds his ego and makes him feel loved.
He’ll match your energy as best as he can, but his stamina is more about bursts of enthusiasm than longevity.
He brags to himself that he can handle it, but after a few rounds he’s collapsing into the sheets, panting and whining, “Give me a sec, believe it!”
He’s not shy about telling you when you’ve worn him out, but he always circles back.
Naruto never wants you to feel unwanted, so he’s constantly game for another round even if he’s trembling from the effort.
Expect lots of goofy, messy affection between sessions, like kissing your hair or rubbing his cheek against you just to stay close.
Sasuke Uchiha
Sasuke pretends to be aloof at first, he’s not about to look desperate or eager.
But the truth is, your insatiable drive stirs up something possessive in him.
He’ll never let anyone else satisfy you, so he takes it as a quiet challenge.
Sasuke is the type to control the pace; even if you’re crawling into his lap in broad daylight, he’ll grab your chin and mutter, “You’ll wait until I say.”
But once he gives in, he’s relentless. he’d rather overwork himself than let you think he can’t keep up.
Afterward, he’ll act like nothing happened, brushing his hair back and tying his shirt closed, while you’re the one left breathless.
Still, there are nights where your hunger breaks his composure and he loses himself completely, almost feral in the way he pulls you close.
Sai
Sai approaches it… clinically, at first.
He doesn’t fully grasp the weight of your needs, so he’ll ask blunt questions: “So, you wish to copulate again? Already?”
But he’s an eager learner, and the way you crave him makes him oddly proud.
Sai gets curious about your body, your reactions, your limits, he almost treats it like study, but it’s laced with real tenderness because he notices how happy it makes you.
He’s shockingly adaptable, meaning once he learns how much you want, he can keep pace without much complaint.
There’s also this streak of teasing honesty in him, “You’re insatiable. I think you might actually kill me. Should I draw your expression right now?”
Shikamaru Nara
At first, Shikamaru groans about the “troublesome” pace you set, sex is supposed to be relaxing, not exhausting, right?
But secretly, he enjoys how much you want him, even if he complains while you tug him back into bed.
He knows his stamina isn’t endless, so he gets creative: using his hands, his mouth, and his brain to keep you satisfied without burning himself out.
Shikamaru has this lazy dominance about him, he’ll have you stretched out beneath him, sighing, “You really don’t quit, do you? Guess I’ll just have to put you to sleep myself.” And he usually does, leaving you boneless and blissed out while he smirks faintly and mutters about how you’ll probably start all over again in an hour.
Choji Akimichi
Choji is surprisingly underrated in bed, he’s gentle, affectionate, and very tuned into his partner’s needs.
At first, your high drive catches him off guard because he’s used to being the giver, but not being constantly asked for more. But he loves how wanted you make him feel.
He has plenty of stamina thanks to his clan techniques and hearty lifestyle, so he can keep up better than most expect.
Choji is the kind of lover who makes it indulgent: long sessions, aftercare snacks, and lots of cuddles before you inevitably climb back into his lap.
He’ll laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he never denies you. The way you crave him makes him feel adored, and he melts for that.
Neji Hyuga
Neji is disciplined, controlled, and not easily swayed— at least, that’s what he wants you to think.
Your constant desire pushes against his restraint in ways that make him lose his composure.
He’ll scold you, low and stern, when you’re too forward: “You have no patience.”
But when he finally relents, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure every encounter leaves you shaking.
Neji secretly finds satisfaction in your hunger, it validates his own prowess.
He won’t ever let himself “lose” to your drive, so he pushes himself past his own limits to keep you satisfied.
Afterward, while you’re catching your breath, he’ll quietly fix his clothes and act as though he wasn’t just completely undone.
Rock Lee
Lee approaches your needs with pure enthusiasm, your sex drive is just another “training challenge” in his mind.
He’s the type to beam at you and declare, “I will rise to meet your youthful passion!” before sweeping you into bed.
His stamina is near legendary, and he’ll happily match your pace without complaint.
Lee is endlessly affectionate, praising you between kisses and holding you close as if every round is an act of devotion.
If anything, you’re the one left begging for a break sometimes because he’s so earnest about never disappointing you.
Expect a lot of romantic, dramatic gestures mid-session, and promises to “never let your fire go unanswered!”
Kiba Inuzuka
Kiba is cocky about it, he loves how much you want him and isn’t shy about saying so.
“Damn, you can’t keep your hands off me, huh? Guess I can’t blame you.”
He thrives on your hunger, feeding into it with rough, playful energy.
His stamina is impressive, but his drive to win is even stronger, if you’re insatiable, he’s determined to be the one who finally wears you out.
He gets a thrill out of your desperation, teasing you when you crawl into his lap again, “Already? You’re gonna kill me at this rate— but I’m not tapping out first.”
He’s messy, passionate, and maybe a little too loud sometimes, but it makes everything feel raw and alive when you’re together.
Shino Aburame
Shino is quiet, reserved, and deeply private, so your constant need catches him off guard at first.
He isn’t used to being pursued so openly, and it makes him flush under his high collar.
once he realizes your hunger is for him and him alone, it unlocks a confident, possessive streak.
Shino takes a controlled, steady pace, dragging every moment out until you’re trembling.
He doesn’t get flustered easily, so when you’re pawing at him again, he just tilts his head and says softly, “Still unsatisfied?” before giving you exactly what you want.
He likes making you needier before actually indulging you, it’s his subtle way of showing dominance.
Sabaku No Gaara
Gaara’s relationship with intimacy is complicated; at first, he doesn’t really understand your drive.
Physical closeness is new to him, so your constant craving feels overwhelming.
But when he sees that it isn’t about using him, it’s about wanting him, it softens something inside him.
He’s not as high-energy as you, but Gaara is intense. He’ll make every encounter feel monumental, as if he’s carving it into memory.
You might come to him restless and needy, and he’ll quietly let you straddle him, hands gripping your hips tight as he grounds you to him.
He doesn’t indulge constantly, but when he does, it’s all-consuming, almost worshipful.
And if you’re still insatiable afterward, he’ll allow it again, because your hunger reassures him in ways words never could.
Sabaku No Kankuro
Kankuro lives for a hyper sexual partner.
He thrives on fun, teasing, and pushing limits, so your insatiability excites him rather than wears him down.
He’s shameless about it too— smirking when you drag him away from a conversation, whispering crude little promises in your ear just to watch you squirm.
“Didn’t think you’d need me again so soon. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”
He matches your pace with playful dominance, keeping things hot and varied so you’re never bored.
If anything, Kankuro eggs you on, testing just how much you can handle.
He’s the type to brag about it later, half joking with his siblings while you smack his arm in embarrassment.
To him, your hunger is both a challenge and a turn on, and he’s determined to keep up until you’re the one tapping out.
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Like how big is their cocks? Do they show off because of their size? Like talking big game, teasing others for being small?
hell yeah! also pls don’t bully me for the inches if it’s like too out of this world 😭 i’ve never seen a dick irl so i genuinely wouldn’t know what right and what’s not 🤷♀️ (virgins write the best porn prove me wrong….)
naruto boys and their size
includes: kakashi, gai, yamato, jiraiya, naruto, sasuke, kiba, shino, shikamaru, choji, neji, lee, gaara, kankuro, sai
warnings: FILTH. NSFW. 18+ i honestly went over board and started writing about sex more than dick size 😭 but i’m sure yall will like it because it’s freaky 😛 also some sub!gaara sorry not sorry
not proofread!!!
kakashi
i think kakashi is packing. nothing crazy but he’s quite larger than average. i don’t think he’d be incredibly girthy or anything, but he is 9 inches while hard and he has a slight curve that always finds the best spots inside of you.
when you saw his dick and then found out he was a virgin (yes i hc kakashi as a virgin, sue me) you’d be completely flabbergasted. how could dick this good be hidden away and un-used!?!? (luckily you have it all to yourself!)
kakashi doesn’t talk about his size because he honestly doesn’t care. he’d probably get a little flustered if anyone called him small, more-so because it would hurt his ego on why they would think that lmao
but he doesn’t get defensive, because again, he doesn’t really care.
kakashi in the beginning isn’t the best at using his dick, i mean he was completely inexperienced before meeting you. but luckily jiraiya’s books are so explicit so they teach him a thing or two.
once he knows how to use that thing, trust you will be put into cardiac arrest by the end of the night 😭 he will be ruthless
gai
i think he’s hiding a monster in that green jumpsuit.
i don’t think Gai is the type to tease or really be seductive (unless he’s drunk, but that’s a story for another time…) so he really wouldn’t boast about it.
he doesn’t think he’s anything special, and actually he doesn’t talk about it since he was bullied as a kid for having one ‘the size of acorn.’ (love that ep 😭 🙏)
he’s 10 inches, honestly. and the first time you rip that green outfit off, your jaw drops to the floor. how he was able to hide it is beyond me. He wouldn’t really understand the hype, but he’s happy that you’re happy.
I know Gai may seem clueless and stupid; and trust me he is. but also trust me when i say he knows how to use his dick.
Gai would say he has no idea what he’s doing. and he’d keep asking you if this feels good. but on accident, or the shear power of god idk, he hits all the right spots and makes you cum at least three the first time you fuck.
the guy is a secret sex god idc what anyone else says
he’s also super attentive and always prepares you well 🙏
yamato
yamato is average, but it’s still great!
he’s more long than he is think, probably about 6.5-7 inches while hard.
he thinks he’s small, especially compared to his comrades he feels very small. he always tries to hide while changing in the locker rooms lmao.
the first time you take off his pants, he gets super sweaty and nervous, apologizing that he doesn’t have much to show but he promises he’ll make it up to you.
he doesn’t understand that his size is still pretty big, and it will reach all the right places.
Yamato doesn’t know how to use it at first, but he’s a quick learner. he doesn’t ever talk about his cock since A) he thinks he’s small and B) he doesn’t like to talk about stuff like that.
also is you ever give him head and worship his dick he will be busting immediately 🙏 he needs some love
jiraiya
oh he’s big. and he knows it too.
most people that flaunt how big their dick is are just compensating for the fact that it’s actually in-fact not big at all.
but jiraiya…oh he’s big. i mean this guys has got to be pushing 11inches honestly. and the girth on this guy is insane.
oh and he’s be the type to be so fucking smug about it too. If you joked around with him, calling his dick small, he’s just sit there and man spread with a laugh. “whatever you say baby…” then he’s wink, and you’d look down to see just how big it is in his pants.
and he knows how to use that thing too 😭 🙏 and the dirty talk would be insane! saying shit like “don’t worry, i’ll make it fit.” or “look at you taking my big cock so well, such a good little cock slut.” Jiraiya pls 🙏
naruto
i’m sorry but naruto is definitely someone that gets defensive when someone calls his dick small (and trust kiba always does because he knows it makes naruto mad lmao…he’s the number one ragebaiter)
while naruto may be average when it comes to length, i feel like he really makes up for it with girth. he’s probably like 5-6 inches, still a good amount to feel full. but the girth is the crazy part.
Naruto is very impatient and also very rowdy, you’ll have to remind him that you need to be stretched for him. because trust me if your not that stretch is gonna burn 😭
oh and naruto knows how to use it. he’s wild about it too
he’s slapping his tip alllll over your clit before going ham and slamming into you like a mad man. i also hc that naruto likes anal so trust me all of your holes will be used that his dick.
he’ll give good after care though (or at least try!) he’ll clean you off and dress you and make you instant ramen.
sasuke
sasuke pretends like he doesn’t care. he’ll just turn his head to the side and ‘ignore’ whoever is making such a claim about his dick being small.
but trust me when i say, he secretly takes it to heart. ^my dicks not small…right?^ he would over think it for sure.
unlike naruto, sasuke in the opposite. he’s a very lean built man, he lacks a bit in girth but he makes up for it in length. he’s probably around 7-8 inches? while he may not be as big as kakashi 7-8 inches is still quite long, and it definitely takes a hot minute to get your body used to it.
sasuke doesn’t know how to use his dick, and it would probably be best for you to ride him the first couple of times you sleep together because he’ll be too hesitant. he also gets a little freaked out when he feels resistance while pushing in because he think that’s not supposed to happen. you just have to remind him that everything is fine lmao.
kiba
oh kiba would go on and on about how big his dick is. he would talk about it all the time, it would actually start to get annoying as hell.
and the first time you get him in your sheets, all you wanna do it deflate his ego and make fun of him dick, but when you hit the girthy monster in his pants, you can’t say shit. and he knows it too, because he’ll just be sitting with with a big smirk on his face.
kiba is around 6-6.5 inches, but girthy as hell. and veiny, it’s a lot of work to get it all in.
and trust kiba isn’t nice about it either. he bullies his cock inside of you and makes fun of you for crying or trying to crawl away. “don’t run away from me baby. take my cock like a good girl.”
he makes your tummy bulge no matter what, that’s his goal. and if his dick doesn’t do it, his cum definitely will (again…that’s a talk for another time *cough cough breeding kink*)
oh and whenever he’s turned on (which is all the time) he won’t even bother trying to cover the tent in his pants. he wears it with pride.
he does get defensive though when the guys call his dick small. it makes him so damn mad. he may the number one rage baiter, but he’s also very easily rage baited lmao.
shino
shino doesn’t care if people tease him about having a ‘small dick.’ he won’t say anything because that is the least of his problems.
it’s also because he is packing.
10 inches…..
he doesn’t talk about it nor does he boast about it. and if any of the guys say something about it in the hot springs he’ll just ignore them. he doesn’t think his dick is a big deal.
but he does love dominating you with it.
he knows he’s too big for you, and he knows it’s a lot to handle. and he also knows how obsessed you are with it. the only time he’s ever smug about his size is when he’s fucking you
shino is like a mastermind. he’ll prepare your body just enough to not tear but still be able to feel the stretch. he knows your body like the back of his hand, which is a cursing and a blessing all at once.
shikamaru
like shino, he doesn’t talk about his dick size nor does he care when someone makes fun of him. Shikamaru genuinely couldn’t care less if he tried.
the thing is though, he’s packing. shikamaru is very lengthy, with the right amount of girth. i say maybe around 8-8.5 inches.
He knows he’s above average; but he doesn’t really care. so the first time you see it and have a big reaction, he just looks puzzled. “it’s a dick…nothing crazy…” he clearly doesn’t understand just how big he really is.
foreplay is a must, which is unfortunate for shikamaru since he hates doing work. honestly, when he’s really tired and doesn’t feel like stretching you, he’ll just have you dry hump him and make out instead of going through the whole process. “it makes things easier and faster…” he claims
shikamaru doesn’t really dirty talk, but he does dirty text.
so expect to get a message while your in the middle of grocery shopping. it will say something along the lines of “can’t wait to watch your little pussy stretch around my dick tonight.” he’ll claim he didn’t send that to you…but trust that’s what he’ll be doing
choji
choji is embarrassed of his size because he doesn’t think it’s all that. (i also hc that choji is just insecure in general) and actually for a while he is the only one pleasing you simply because he just doesn’t want you to even look down there.
eventually you pry past his walls and convince him to let you give him head. and to say you were impressed was an understatement.
choji is 9-9.5 inches, with an incredible girth. and hello??? expansion jutsu????
the guys don’t tease him too much because they know damn well he’s big, and he can also expand any part of his body so they know if he’s not naturally big he can just make it that way. (i also hc that they don’t bully choji as a joke bc they about his insecurities 🥹🥹)
also he’s so nice to you so trust me he will go very very far lengths of time to make sure you are properly prepared.
neji
ok it’s literally canon that neji is packing.
i wanna say around 10 inches like shino, but maybe even bigger idk 🤷♀️. he’s not super girthy, but it’s enough to make you sob.
neji’s never really thought about his dick size before, nor does he partake in any talk about it. he doesn’t notice that all the guys get jealous about it simply because he’s kind of oblivious with that stuff.
he’s a very nervous person when he starts to sleep with you. and when you take his pants off and marvel at it, it makes him even more nervous.
It takes at least a month of prep before he can fully bury inside of you. and when he does, it’s magical.
he makes your stomach bulge every. single. time. it doesn’t matter how thin or big you are, your lower stomach will have a slight bump in it.
Again, he won’t boast about his size or partake in teasing, but he may let out a smug little smirk when he sees you limping your way to training practice hehe
lee
unpopular opinion….hes 9 inches 😛
lee is big, not really all that girthy, but long. and it curves in the most perfect way. Lee doesn’t care for dick size, he’s aware he’s a bit larger than normal but he doesn’t really care that much.
if the guys tease him, he will just be confused. “I don’t see why we are bullying people on something that cannot control!” he doesn’t get the joke. he will also get competitive and demand they they compare 😭 he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.
lee claims he has no idea why he’s doing when he sleeps with you, but somehow he gets everything right. he fucks you at the perfect pace and intensity that has your eyes rolling back.
lee is the fingering master, it’s an arm workout in his eyes so he loves doing the it. so prepping you is not a problem what’s so ever. though sometimes he will forgot how big he is when you wake up in pain after sex. he’ll be so worried!!
gaara
ok guys you know i’m a sub!gaara truther…but i think this works either way
he’s not that big. possibly around 5-6 inches. he’s never cared until he got a little order and people started talking about size. kankuro always boasts about how big he is and naruto would always be bragging about it too. gaara started to think a little bit more about it.
he’s not a very sexual person, but when he does have the desire to sleep with you, he actually apologizes. “Sorry..i know i don’t have much to look at…” he doesn’t understand that it actually drive you crazy.
5-6 inches is the perfect length to make you reach your peak and his all those spots inside of you.
plus it makes it a bit easier to give head. it’s so fun to watch him fall apart when you take him down your throat. and when you finally convince him to let you peg him, it’s so easy to just wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him off. it’s also cute to watch it move with your thrusts.
but what he may lack in size, he makes up for in skill. Gaara is excellent with his hands and mouth, trust.
kankuro
like kiba, kankuro brags about his size. and he’s big…trust he’s big. he probably put his face paint on it too ngl…
he’s packing 9-10 inches, and girth. he wears it like a badge of honor.
he’ll smirk at your from across the room, legs spread and bulge showing loud and proud. honestly, when he’s not wearing his black cloak, he has a natural bulge that’s always showing simply just from how big he is.
kankuro knows how to use it too, and he’s a bully about it. he never stretches you enough, he liked the resistance he gets. and he especially loves when he finally bottoms out. your legs are all shaky and there’s tears down your face…and most of the time you cum simply just from that. it drives him insane.
and the dirty talk would be crazy too. “Aww…is my cock too big for you?” he’d laugh anytime you’d go incoherent or sob. “You all cock drunk, baby doll?”
teasing wouldn’t even get to him because he’s too smug about his size.
sai
ok i know damn well hes hiding a monster idc.
9-10 inches, thick, veiny, and curved.
sai had never thought about dick size being important, though he does like to tease naruto about it because it makes him mad. if someone teases him about his dick being small he’ll just look confused. “Well i know for a fact im much larger than you…” he’d expose them immediately on accident lmao.
sai reads a lot of information before sleeping with you. his movements may not be natural but he knows what he’s doing. he prepares you until it feels right, then he push inside of you. the second he feels how tight you are he simply loses composure and forgets everything he’s read.
after realizing how big he actually is, he will brag a little, but only around naruto to rage bait him.
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Dr Stone men vs periods? How would they react to their partner on their period? Would they know what to do or would they panic? Would they comfort their partner or avoid talking about it all together??
Dr. Stone Men x Reader on Period
Senku
He knew it was coming before you did.
Forget counting for 3700 years, HE IS YOUR LIVING PERIOD TRACKER
Literally tracks and analyzes your cycle
Would probably take advantage of ovulation LMAO
Surprisingly prepared. He doesn't have any pads or tampons, but you can trust him to get you what you ask for. He will also come back with goodies he thinks will help. Pain killers, heating pad, chocolate.
He's not super caring or lovey dovey. He takes care of you for sure, but he's not going to dote on you in a traditional way.
HOWEVER, he will do something he normally wouldn't do and that is spend even more time cuddled up with you.
He will let you lie on his chest for as long as you like, but he's reading new research papers on his phone(it may or may not be related to how he can help you)
Does not handle the emotional side well. He does his best, but often doesn't know what to say
Yell at him and he just freezes. Will do whatever you say. He's not hurt, just a little lost.
Is not fazed
Ryusui
omg my mannnn
Has Francois on it immediately. You don't even tell them what you need. They just know
Ryusui is with you as much as possible
He doesn't actually know what is happening with the menstrual cycle. He knows basics but that's it
He will do everything in his power to educate himself on how to better help you
Suggests meals or snacks for Francois to make based on what he learned
SHOWERS you in comfy clothes, blankets, and pillows. You will not be uncomfortable
He is soooo affectionate
Doesn't really get offended easily, so he's not too hurt if you get irritated. He encourages you to talk through it with him
Imports some fancy ahh European chocolates
Ryusui gets you an emotional support stuffed animal EVERY TIME
You end up with a whole collection(completely necessary according to him)
Does not care if you stain the bed. Free bleed for all you like, he has too many sheets as it is
Gen
This man either had sisters or important women at some point in his life
He's not freaked out at all, just kinda takes it as it comes
Lowkey?..... he's rage-baiting you
LOVESSS seeing you get all flustered and irritated omggg(let's you take it out on him if you know what I mean)
If Gen notices you pouting, he will approach you in his sweetest form
THIS MAN KNOWS WHAT TO SAY
Is ready to hand himself over to you. Want to bed rot? He's ready! Need to talk? He's listening! Want to watch a comfort show? He'll get some snacks!
In all seriousness, Gen knows what he's doing. Beyond the rage baiting, he genuinely cares soo much
He either has what you need or will get exactly what you want. Gen knows how to take care of you and what to say.
Gen is like a warm blanket when you're on your period. He knows exactly what to say or do to make you melt
Ukyo
Most patient man alive
Ukyo will cuddle with you for HOURS. He will just lie there, playing with your hair, so content
He's a little nervous. It's not that he hasn't handled this before or doesn't know what to do, he just wants to do it right.
King of "period dates"
If you have something planned, he will cancel anything he needs to and start scheming
Imagine coming home to a fresh sweat set, your favorite meal, and jazz or some kind of music on the speaker
He somehow makes even small moments feel so romantic. He's definitely a domestic partner, so you're no stranger to romantic dates from home
He buys you fresh flowers(Whatever is your fav bc he pays attention)
He will show you as much or as little affection as you need. He's very observant, so he doesn't NEED you to tell him what you like, but he appreciates the confirmation
Tsukasa
He has a sister. He knows the struggle
He definitely needs(but is also open to) direction. Please help him, he is so lost in the feminine hygiene section
Literally will buy you one of everything
He's a "pads should be free" guy. Can you imagine him getting huffy and all pressed about paying for pads? Like, he buys them for you, that's not the issue. He's just mad about it
Lowkey funny to see him get all passionate about free pads. It feels like performative male behavior, but he means it
TSUKASA GIVES FIRE MASSAGES
Just say the word and he's rubbing, and pressing, and soothing whatever muscle is bothering you
He'll gently rub your belly, but omg, his lower back massages are life-changing
He's also very patient and a great listener
Will do whatever you ask of him
Sai
Sai is so NERVYYY
He will not talk about it.
Looks a little sick when he sees blood on the sheets. He leaves the room without saying a word
You get really nervous(and a little insecure), but trust, he comes back with new sheets, a pack of pads or tampons, and offers you his sweats
He is silently acknowledging you. He doesn't want to speak it out loud, but he is def an actions>words kind of guy
He is lowkey desperate to please, but he's not great with words so he just avoids them
Like Senku, he also tracks your period, but he has a program that analyzes it for him. He made it just for you! All he has to do is put in the dates and some of your symptoms for each cycle, and it spits out notifications when your phase is changing and what he can do to accommodate
He is well prepared for your period. Soon after you started dating, he bought some pads, tampons, and ibuprofen just in case.
When he brings you his offerings, like a cat bringing you a bird, you notice something curious
"Is that a vibrator?"
"HUH?!"
He turns bright red. He is literally steaming.
He just went through the feminine hygiene aisle, just grabbing what looked especially different than the rest. He's not too educated on the subject, so he kind of just guessed based on his basic knowledge
He will try and hide from you. You will have to coax him out of his embarrassment
Author's Note: I'M DOING IT!! I'M WORKING ON REQUESTS!! Finals had me DOWN BAD!! Good luck to all my fellow students...still have to study over the break bc I'm taking the mcat in January(someone save me)
Of Nightfall and Good Mornings - Naruto Boys x Reader
One boy for every team. Let me know if we need some more of this.
Shikamaru Nara
You press a kiss to his mouth, drag your tongue slowly across his lower lip.
Shikamaru groans low in his throat, his hand warm on your hip, but he doesn’t move.
“Shikamaru?” You pull back to mumble. “Kiss me back.”
“Too much effort,” he mumbles back. “Sleep.”
You huff out a breath in annoyance. “You’re a dick,” you grouse and try to turn around, away from him. Shikamaru’s grip on you tightens immediately.
“What?” You harrumph.
“Don’t move.”
“Why?” You reach down to pinch the back of his hand and grin when he grimaces at the pain. “So I can kiss you and get nothing in return?”
“I thought kissing me was nice?” Shikamaru opens one eye to glare at you. “You said so before. You said kissing me was the best thing you’ve ever done.”
“Well, I was wrong.”
His grip loosens and you move, turn your back on him. His hand slides down to your belly and under your shirt, splays wide and warm against your skin.
His mouth presses against your shoulder blade, the whisper of a kiss.
“Don’t be mean,” Shikamaru begs. “I just came back from a mission. Shouldn’t you be all over me, glad I’m still alive?”
“You helped three Genins capture a cat,” you point out. “That was hardly life-threatening.”
“You haven’t met the cat yet.”
Your lips pull into an involuntary grin. “You’re an idiot.”
“I’m your idiot,” Shikamaru points out, finally lifting the arm your head rests on, his hand mere inches from your face, his wedding band proudly displayed. “See? I got proof.”
Rock Lee
“Lee?” You manage to snag the end of his suit from his grip and pull on it, hard enough to make him stumble. “What are you doing?”
“Oh, Love, you’re awake!” His voice is much too loud for this early hour. You blink around for a clue as to what time it is, though the sun hasn’t even risen yet. “Wanna join me on my run?”
“What time is it, Lee?” You groan, rubbing a hand over your face. “Why do you go on a run now?”
“I woke up,” he explains, gently pulling his green suit from your hands. “And since I’m awake, what better thing to do than be active, right?”
“But it’s so early,” you huff out a breath and sink back into bed. “And you woke me up.”
“Sorry,” he walks over to lean over you, blinking down at you with bright eyes and a blinding smile. “You usually sleep much deeper.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You never wake up when I go for a run,” he points out. “You don’t even wake up when I come back to shower before sliding into bed with you.”
You blink, trying to process his words. “Is that why you always smell so good in the morning?”
“No,” Lee laughs, “that’s just who I am. A flower of Youth.”
“You’re a filthy liar, that’s what you are,” you kick your leg out, hitting him in the thigh. “How long has this been going on? You made me believe you stayed in bed the whole night! And dragged me out for ‘activities’ right after breakfast because you’re such a poor, well-rested soul.”
“Sorry,” he leans in, chuckling, to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Breakfast in bed today?”
“Hm,” you let your leg slide out slower this time, brushing your toes against his knee. “And I want to lay in bed for a whole hour after breakfast. Just snuggling.”
Lee’s face falls. “But.”
“No buts, your ass is mine.” You grin, waving your hand in front of his face. “You sold yourself to me when you said yes, remember?”
Kiba Inuzuka
Something wet, warm, and incredibly smelly moves over the side of your face. You need a second to realize it’s a tongue.
“Ugh, Kiba,” you wipe your hand over it. “Did you just lick me?”
“Wht?” You hear him, his voice thick with sleep. You realize with a start that he’s not touching you and blink yourself awake.
Kimimaru is sitting in bed next to you, panting excitedly. Akamaru’s youngest pup looks strikingly similar to him, though he’s got yet to listen. “Down,” you tell him, pointing at the ground. “You’re not allowed in bed.”
“Wrf,” Kimimaru barks, climbing onto your belly and licking your face again.
“Kiba,” you grunt. “Your grand-fur-baby won’t listen.”
“It’s our grand-fur-baby,” Kiba grumbles. Now that Kimimaru has moved, you can see him, his body pushed to the other side of the bed. His hand is outstretched, reaching for you, and although he’s still more asleep than awake, he looks pained. “Aw, are you missing me?” You ask, taking his hand, his wedding band cool against your skin. “Is that why you look so hurt? Because you had to sleep without touching me in some way?”
“No,” Kiba huffs playfully. “Kimimaru just kicked me where it hurts.” He shuffles over and presses a kiss to your lips. “But yes, how could you let that happen?”
“Excuse you? That’s your grand-fur-baby that doesn’t listen.”
“Ours,” Kiba corrects you, playfully licking your nose before sputtering. “Yuck, you taste like Kimimaru’s spit.”
“Sexy,” you snort just seconds before Kimimaru moves in to lick you again.
“No, stop!” You push his furry face away. Kimimaru whines loudly but you stand your ground. “Down! I mean it!”
Whining and huffing he jumps from the bed only to put a paw back on the mattress as soon as he’s down.
“No,” you insist. “You’re not getting back up. Go to your own bed. I know you understand me!”
Kimimaru whines low in his throat but does as he’s told, slinking away with his tail tucked between his legs.
Kiba slides into the now deserted space, pulls your blanket over him as he presses his chest to yours with a feral grin. “Hey,” he greets you. “You come here often?”
You groan and push his face away, though you’re not as thorough with it as you could be.
“You’re an idiot,” you groan. “Stop flirting.”
“Why?” Kiba puts his arms down on either side of you, caging you in. “It works, doesn’t it? I got you, love of my life, mother of my dogs.”
“Just kiss me,” you grunt, “I’m awake now anyway.”
Kiba snorts, brushing his thumb over your face. It’s gentle and warm and not at all in line with his usual act. “Nah,” he decides then, grinning. “You smell like dog breath.”
You hit him over the head with his pillow.
Sai
“Love?”
“Mhm?” Sai’s voice caresses your mind, barely able to penetrate your dreams. But you can feel his touch too now, a gentle caress down the side of your face.
“Love?”
You blink. “Sai?”´You yawn. “What is it?”
“You’re snoring.”
You shut your mouth with a click. “What?”
“You’re snoring,” he repeats, watching you with unreadable eyes. “It’s cute.”
“You woke me up to tell me-” You take a deep breath and rub your hand over your face. “That my snoring is cute?”
“Wasn’t I supposed to?”
“No,” you turn onto your side, your back to him. “Goodnight.”
“Love,” he presses closer, his chest pressed against your back. “You’ve never snored before. I was worried.”
You huff out a breath. “I got a minor cold, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure it’s fine?” His hands are cool as they roam your body, looking for something. You’re not sure he even knows what he’s looking for.
“Yes, Sai,” you yawn again. “I’m sorry if it woke you.”
He’s quiet behind you. “Is it normally not okay to point out that someone snores?”
“No,” you lean back into him, your anger sliding off you. Of course, he didn’t know what he was doing. “It’s usually rude… Well, snoring is considered rude. A nasty habit, I suppose, even though most people can’t help it. It comes with being overweight, or sleeping wrong, or, like me, being a little sick. No one wants to admit that they snore, even if they do and no one wants to be told that they snore, least of all women.”
“But it sounds cute when you do it,” Sai points out, his breath washing over you. “I haven’t heard anyone snore like this before.”
“You’re cute,” you catch his hand as it travels over your belly, your wedding bands clicking together. You lift his hand to your mouth to press a kiss into his palm. “Sorry for being annoyed.”
“It’s okay,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I know you’re tired. I’ll let you sleep now.”
“Thank you,” you turn your face toward him. “But kiss me just once before I fall asleep, will you?”
“Just once?” Sai asks, leaning in. “That’s awfully humble of you.”
His lips are cool as they ghost over yours.
“Don’t worry,” you whisper back. “I’ll make up for it in the morning.”
Request: Best friends to lovers with prompt 15 (by @mutsu422)
Prompt: 15. Jealousy Sex (Prompts)
Summary: Falling in love with your emotionally blunted best friend sucks, especially when he is oblivious to every hint you give him. He had labeled you a friend- and that's where you will stay. You accept your fate, though your heart desires more. Joking around, you casually agree to a date with Kiba after a joint mission. Sai is not happy about it.
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🔞 Mature Content. Minors DNI. 🔞
Tags: (4.2k words) Jealous sex, Oral (female receiving), fingering, I did make this Sai's first time, so he is facing some conflicting emotions 🫣, virgin!Sai, friends to lovers, this is fairly tame for my writing lol but I really tried my best to stay in character with him. All characters are 18+
His footsteps remain in step beside you, as if perfectly aligning his gait with yours. His face was impassive— oblivious to anything and everything you had thrown his way. You two were great friends, but it wasn’t like he ever wanted to be more than that. Sai was the only person who, when met with your clumsy attempts at affection, would receive them not with a blush or a flinch, but with a muted blink and a well-meaning “I appreciate your caring nature.”
You were also, unfortunately, starting to fall in love with him.
It was absurd. It was embarrassing.
But it was very, very real.
You adored his blunt, clinical observations, how he could devastate a room with two syllables and not even realize it. You liked how he always remembered your favorite kinds of tea, and how he would bring you strange, beautiful stones he found on his solo missions— usually with the explanation that ‘it reminded me of you.’ (You never knew if that was meant to be an insult or not. With Sai, it could go either way.)
You can’t help yourself, replaying the memory on loop: some months ago, you’d been sitting beside Sai on the bridge, Sakura nearby, healing her own wounds and pretending not to eavesdrop. You’d leaned in to Sai, smiled, and told him his hair was getting long. You’d reached out and tucked a piece behind his ear, watching for any flinch, any twitch. He just blinked at you, stoic as a funeral, and said, ‘Thank you for your observation. I will cut it later.’
You’d laughed. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes. Sai had blinked at her blankly, then looked down at his sketchbook, as if the conversation had already been filed away.
You didn’t stop the flirting after that, but you buried it under jokes and casual brush-offs, refusing to let yourself get hurt by the emptiness in his eyes. You were shinobi, after all. You could be resilient.
But gods, you wish he’d just once looked at you the way you looked at him.
You, Naruto, Shino, Kiba, and Sai had just returned from a routine security mission to a nearby town. You’d spent most of the walk home being sandwiched between Kiba’s exuberant warmth and Sai’s cool proximity, which shouldn’t have felt like anything at all, but did.
Kiba made a show of slinging his arm around your shoulders as you neared the gates, talking loud enough for all of Konoha to hear. “You ever notice how Sai’s got, like, no sense of personal space? Creeps up behind you like a ghost. It’s weird, right? You agree with me, don’t you?”
You roll your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs. “Pretty sure he can hear you, Kiba.” You glance over to Sai, watching his gaze focused ahead, but the muscle in his jaw twitched.
Kiba laughs, utterly unbothered. “He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even know what an insult is.” He pokes your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. “Unlike you, who gets all red when someone says something nice.” You scoff, but you know your face betrays you. Kiba’s grin widens, all feral teeth and mischievous spark. “See? Adorable. Hey, you wanna get ramen with me later? My treat.”
You look up, and just for a second, you catch Sai watching you now— head tilted, eyes narrow. His pupils track over Kiba’s hand, which is still boldly resting on your shoulder, and he looks away so fast you nearly miss it.
“Sure, Kiba,” you say, mostly to shut him up, but he pumps a fist in the air like he’s just gotten to second base. “Only if you’re paying. I’m not falling for the ‘forgot my wallet’ routine again.”
Kiba throws his head back with a bark of laughter, and Naruto, dead-center in the street, makes an exuberant noise of disgust. Shino mutters under his breath: “This is an embarrassing display,” to no one in particular, but you catch Sai’s gaze again, just as brief, just as cutting.
He’s fixated on Kiba’s hand with a look you can’t decipher. Not exactly anger. Not exactly annoyance. Something quieter, colder. He doesn’t say anything, but his lips press into a thin line, and his footsteps begin to lag behind yours. You only notice because you’re tuned to him— even when you pretend not to be.
The group breaks apart as you reach the main avenue; Naruto peels off to go meet Hinata, Shino vanishes into the shade, and Kiba gives your shoulder one last squeeze before scampering away with Akamaru.
That leaves you and Sai, alone in the crowded street. You walk side by side, not sure what to say in the tense silence.
You slow your pace, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you nudge him with your elbow. “Hey. Earth to Sai. You spacing out or just tired?”
Sai’s eyes flick to yours, obsidian and unreadable. “I am not tired,” he says. “I was thinking.”
“About what?”
After several steps, he says— quiet, flat, but sharp enough to prick— “You agreed to go on a date with Kiba.”
It’s not a question.
You laugh, but it’s shaky. “No, I just said I’d maybe let him buy me noodles. It’s not—” You pause, casting him a sidelong look. Sai’s face is a blank mask, but his eyes are burning holes in the pavement. “It’s not a big deal.”
Sai’s next words are so quiet you almost don’t hear them. “Why?”
You bristle, surprised by the edge in his tone. “Why what?”
“Why would you want to go out with Kiba?”
You stop walking. He takes two more steps, then halts, turning back.
“I don’t know, I wasn’t…” You trail off, feeling as if your voice has lost all edge as you scramble to find what to say. “Why do you care?”
He stands there, staring at you, unmoving with the full, undivided concentration of a person who has just remembered that feelings can be weapons, too.
For once, you can’t bring yourself to fill the silence with a joke. Something in your chest is misfiring, a wild pulse that makes you bite your tongue. You try a laugh; it dies, thin and brittle. Sai’s face is as closed as always, but his hands are flexing at his sides.
“It’s ramen. It’s not a marriage proposal.” You bluntly respond, feeling as if you’re being crushed by his stare.
“Do you… want it to be?”
He seems genuinely unsure, as if Kiba had practically just knelt down and asked for your hand. The shape of his confusion is almost endearing, if it weren’t flustering and confusing you.
You drag a hand through your hair and let out a huff. “I don’t even know what you’re asking me, Sai.”
He pauses. His lips twitch, searching for the right word as he stares at you. “I don’t like that Kiba touches you.”
Your brain shorts out for a second, and every cell in your body freezes at his admission. “What?”
“I don’t like that Kiba touches you,” he repeats, much slower and this time laced with something dark you’re not used to. “Or that you look at him when you laugh. Or that you might like him.”
You blink hard, trying to make sense of it. “You’re… jealous?”
He processes this— checks the word against some internal dictionary. Then, carefully, he responds. “Yes. I suppose I am jealous. I did not know that was possible.” He looks up at you then, expression unguarded for the barest instant. “It is unpleasant.”
You can’t stop yourself from laughing. It bubbles up, wild and shocked, and a little giddy. The world tilts around you, as if gravity has changed. “You’re jealous,” you say again, and your voice is incredulous but so, so relieved, like a fever breaking.
Sai frowns. “You are… happy?”
You step in closer, until you can see the confusion etched in the soft lines around his mouth. “Yeah,” you say. “I’m happy.”
He blinks in confusion. “Why?”
“Because I like you, you idiot.”
This seems to stun him. Every muscle in his face tenses at once, then slides into slack blankness. “I see,” he says, and you can tell he absolutely does not see at all.
You fist your hands in his shirt, tug him forward. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year. You never noticed?”
“I noticed,” he says, and there’s a flicker of frustration in his voice now. “I just did not understand why.”
You want to kiss and curse him at the same time, for someone so smart and strategic to be so blind. Gods, you can’t truly blame him, but you’ve been torturing yourself with thoughts of him for far too long. The urge is too much. You kiss him— quick, sharp, a press of lips that’s more of a declaration than anything. You feel him freeze, then shudder, as if you’ve tripped some wire inside him.
You lean back and meet his eyes. “Do you get it now?”
He nods, and you see the faintest hint of color bloom in his cheeks.
You take his hand, palm warm and trembling with some emotion he doesn’t have a name for yet. You walk home together, just like always, except this time your fingers are tangled up and your heart is fluttering in anticipation.
When you fumble for your keys, Sai doesn’t wait for an invitation. He slips inside your entryway, glancing at the reports pinned crooked on your walls, the pile of mail on your table, the unwashed mug that hasn’t moved in days. He absorbs your space like a reconnaissance mission: a scan, an inventory, a quiet stowaway of every detail.
You remember every time you’ve imagined this— but in those daydreams, you were always cooler, less winded, less obvious. Now you’re jittering out of your own skin, and Sai is so calm it’s infuriating.
He steps closer, all careful deliberation. “Is this your home?”
“Yeah,” you say, trying to sound offhand, but you hear the breathlessness in your own voice. “You want some tea or something?”
“I would like to kiss you again,” he says, not as a question but as a fact he’s decided to state aloud.
“Oh,” you say as heat rises to your chest once again. “Oh.”
He stands there, waiting for you to close the gap. So you do, and this time when you kiss him, he doesn’t freeze— he circles your waist with both hands with a hesitant touch, and you can feel how hard he’s trying not to shake.
He kisses like he’s learning the shape of your mouth, memorizing the soft feel of your tongue and where your teeth click against his. When you break away, he looks at you as if he has a synopsis. “That is much more pleasant than jealousy,” he reports, then leans in for another kiss before you can say anything at all.
You giggle against his mouth, and he draws back, looking earnestly at your face. “Did I do it wrong?” He asks, brows knitted in concern.
“No!” You say, maybe too loud. “You’re doing it perfect.” You touch his cheek, stroking the edge of his jaw, and watch his eyelids flutter. “You can, uh, keep going.”
Sai’s hands tighten just a little, and he kisses you again— slower, this time, like he wants to see how long you’ll let him. You melt into it, unable to keep your hands from wandering under his shirt, up the nape of his neck, and down the lean lines of his back. You’ve seen him shirtless before— he’s a shinobi, after all— but never felt him. You want to see him, touch him, trail your hands over all the places that you have ached for so long.
He pulls away, lips slightly parted. “Are you aroused?” He asks, clinical as ever, but his voice is low and rougher than usual.
You bark a shocked laugh. “I mean— yeah, Sai. I am.”
He nods, as firm as a salute. “I would like to… please you.”
You’re not sure you’ve ever blushed this hard in your life. You are not new to this, but his assessment of everything flustered you more than anything. “Okay,” you breathe, and then, softer, “yeah. Okay.”
You guide him to your bed and breathe in the scent of sun-warmed cotton and the faint, grassy note of his hair. Sai perches at the edge, eyes darting over the bedspread, the wall, anywhere but your face, as if afraid to break some unspoken rule. You have to push him down— gently, but firmly, palms flat on each shoulder— before he seems to grasp the mechanics of intimacy.
The moment you climb into his lap, you feel the tension coiled in his body. You run your hands up his chest, fingers playing at the edge of his shirt’s deep neckline. He watches your hands with the same rapt attention he gives to a blank sheet of paper, waiting to see what image will emerge. You tug his shirt up and over his head; he raises his arms obediently, baring the pale, scar-splattered expanse of his torso.
You can’t help but trace one of those silver lines across his ribs, curious. He shivers under your touch. “Do you still feel it?” You ask as you place a gentle kiss over it.
Sai glances down at the scar, then shrugs. “No, it is more of an aesthetic concern.” He seems about to say something else, then hesitates, lips pressed flat.
You press your face to the hollow of his neck— his pulse feverish— and feel his hands, unsure, settle on the small of your back. You try to be patient, to let him acclimate, but it’s impossible not to grind against his thigh, slow and deliberate, until you hear his breath hitch.
“Is this the—” He pauses, searching for the word. “—appropriate time to remove your clothing?”
You roll your eyes, but your pulse sings. “Mhm, that’s usually how this works.”
He nods, serious. “Okay.” Then, so slowly, with trembling hands, he tugs your shirt over your head, fumbles with the clasp at your back, and slips your bra straps from your shoulders. He looks at your bare chest with the awe of someone who’s never been this close to another person before— which, you remind yourself, is probably the case.
You expect him to say something awkward, and you’re not disappointed.
“Your breasts are…” He stares at them as he thinks. “They are pleasant to look at. Very soft.”
You can’t help but laugh, and the sound seems to relax him. He cups your chest, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, like he’s testing the weight of something precious. He brushes his thumb over your nipple, and you let out a sound that’s half giggle, half gasp.
Sai blinks. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you say, voice light. “That’s… that’s good.”
He files this away, and repeats the gesture, then leans in and— after a moment of deliberation— flicks his tongue over your nipple. You go rigid at the sensation, and he tilts his head slightly, as if analyzing your reaction. “You’re very sensitive here.”
“Most people are,” you say, half laughing, half moaning as he does it again.
Sai’s hands keep moving, learning the curve of your hips, your waist, the delicate divot of your stomach. Every touch is a question: Is this okay? Is this right? Am I making you feel good?
When he reaches the waistband of your pants, you stand up, towering over Sai. He glances up, seeking permission as he toys with the hem. You nod— maybe a little too quickly— and he peels off your pants and underwear in one careful motion, pushing them down to your feet.
You climb back on the bed and pull Sai to you as he naturally settles between your legs. However, his focus shifts lower, nestling himself over your throbbing core. For a second, you’re self-conscious, but Sai doesn’t seem to notice anything except the task at hand. He studies the space between your thighs with the same sober focus he uses in warfare.
“I have not seen one in person. It is more… visually complex than anticipated.”
You swallow, half-mortified as you instinctually try to clamp your thighs together. “It’s not a scroll diagram, Sai.”
He tilts his head, thoughtful, as he holds your thighs apart. “No, it is much more interesting.” His fingers move up your inner thigh with a steady intensity. You gasp, and he freezes, evaluating your reaction.
“Should I continue?”
You nod, breathing shallow. “Yeah. Keep going.”
His touches grow bolder— he traces the outline of your cunt, fingertips featherlight but unignorable. It’s almost analytic at first, as if he’s following an anatomical chart, but when you whimper at the pressure, something in him recalibrates. He repeats the motion, more deliberate, and you feel yourself arch into his palm.
He leans in, eyes locked on yours, and asks: “Does it feel good like this?” As he circles your clit with firm fingertips. You can’t speak; you just nod, biting your lip with an obscene whimper. His hand begins to move in slow, methodical spirals, and when you shudder, he watches the way your body responds with rapt attention.
Then—without warning—he bends down and presses his tongue into your warm, wet pussy.
You nearly jump off the bed, hips bucking wildly as you cry out.
His lips are soft, tongue cautious at first, but when he tastes your arousal, he lets out a strange, hungry sound— a thing you’ve never heard him do before. He eats you out with the obsessive focus of a man trying to decrypt a code, mapping every twitch and shiver, every sigh and curse that escapes your lips.
You reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, and he makes a pleased noise, like he’s gotten something right. He sucks and licks your puffy lips, flicking against your clit, and you can’t stop your hips from bucking against his face. He doesn’t recoil; he just steadies you, letting you grind against his face, absorbing every tremor as the room fills with the lewd wet sounds of him devouring you.
He looks up, mouth slick and eyes bright. “Please tell me if you want me to stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” you manage with a breathless whine.
He blinks once, then nods, then goes back to it, this time working two fingers inside you while his tongue works relentless circles. The stretch is perfect; he watches your face with every push, delighting in every gasp and moan. You dig your nails into his shoulder, desperate for leverage, and he groans against your pussy as your breath quickens. You tangle your legs around his shoulders, giving him no other option but to keep going until you’re collapsing and clenching and coming apart— and he does exactly that, never wavering for a second, even as you scream your pleasure and dig your heels into his back.
You collapse back, dazed, and Sai sits up, licking his lips to savor your taste. His mouth is slick, chin glistening, eyes dilated and wild. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, and you’re about to make a joke— but then he looks at you, and the joke dies in your throat.
He looks hungry.
You reach for him, flush with power, and his hands shake as you draw him up for a kiss. Your essence is fresh on his tongue, but you don’t care: you want all of it, all of him, the heat and the uncertainty and the way he trembles when you bite his lower lip and tug. He gasps into your mouth, and the sound is so raw you feel it in your gut.
You slide your hand between you, palming the bulge in his pants. Sai’s hips jerk; he stares at you, weirdly affronted, as if you’ve breached all protocol. “You are very forward,” he murmurs, and his voice vibrates against your mouth.
“You say that as if you weren’t just eating my pussy,” you tease, gripping his waistband, yanking it down. His cock springs free— hard, flushed, and severe as the rest of him. For a moment, he doesn’t move, as if surprised by the sight of his own body in your hand, but then he closes his eyes, breath stuttering as you stroke him.
You grind against him, wet and ready, dragging the head of his cock through your soaking folds. He gasps, clutching your thighs, and you grin, slow and feral, loving how close to the edge he already is.
“Do you want to be inside me, Sai?” You taunt, voice molten.
“Yes,” he rasps. “Please.”
You line him up, pressing the head against your entrance, and he holds his breath, hands fisting tight in the sheets. And then he sinks in, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch, at the sensation of him so thick and deep inside you.
Sai moans— no, whimpers— as you take him all the way, your thighs pressed flush to his hips. For a moment, he doesn’t move, just sits there trembling, cock pulsing inside you as he tries not to cum on the spot. You grind against him, slow and greedy, and finally, finally, his hands come up to grip your waist, steadying both of you.
Then he starts to thrust, tentative at first, then with building confidence, until he’s fucking you into the mattress. Sai fucks you like a man possessed— like he’s realized, all at once, every moment he’s ever been alive has been leading to this. His control is surgical and absolute, every thrust precise, every draw back just far enough for you to ache, every snap forward hard enough to punch soundless cries out of your lungs. His face is warped, contorted with the effort of keeping himself from flying apart; his brow furrows, jaw clenched, lips peeled back in a snarl. Sweat beads at his temple and drips down his throat, tracing the line of muscle and old scar.
You can’t get enough. You’re greedy for him— greedy for the way he splits you, fills you, stokes the already-burning fire inside your belly until it’s blinding. You claw at his back, sink your teeth into his shoulder, your own noises echoing and mingling with the half-strangled, half-wordless sounds that scrape out of Sai’s throat with every wet collision of your hips.
He leans down, buries his face in your neck, and fucks you with an abandon so earnest it consumes you. Your body gives up resistance, opens for him, clamping down hard when he bottoms out— and he goes wild for it, cock pulsing as you seize around him.
He’s shaking now, whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. “You feel,” he grinds out, barely a whisper, “so— good—”
You dig your heels into his ass, and he breaks, rutting into you with desperate, reckless force. He wrenches your hips up, angles his thrusts until you’re seeing white, until your cunt spasms tight around him and you scream, cumming so hard you drench the sheets and quiver with aftershocks. Sai’s own orgasm rises sharp and violent— he thrusts once, twice, then yanks out at the last possible second, groaning as his hot seed splatters across your pussy and stomach.
He nearly collapses on top of you, gasping, body slick with sweat. His face is buried in your shoulder, breaths harsh and uneven. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Your heart batters your ribs, and your ears ring as your body goes numb.
When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are molten and wild, irises blown wide, mouth slack and wet. He looks down at you— at the mess he’s made of your body, at the milky spatter on your skin, at the way your chest still heaves— and for once, he does not look away. His eyes slowly move over you, taking in every detail of your flushed and ruined flesh.
“I like you like this,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I want to do this to you again.”
Your laughter is shaky, a hitch in your throat that turns into a giggle. “Gods, you’re a pervert.”
He blinks, then smiles— only a little, barely a twitch of the mouth, but the warmth in his eyes is dreamy. “Perhaps,” he says, “but you seem to like it.”
You lean in, pressing your forehead to his, feeling the stickiness between you, the heat, the rush of what you just did, and you realize you’ve never felt more seen in your life.
He kisses you, gently this time, smoothing your hair back from your face. “Was that okay?”
“Better than okay,” you say with a devious smile.
He nods, satisfied, and collapses beside you, pulling you close. You can feel his heartbeat, still wild and erratic, and you let yourself be held, melting into the exhaustion.
After a while, when your pulse has slowed and your brain has stopped sizzling, he speaks. “I think I understand now.”
“Understand what?” You hum curiously.
He looks at you, eyes calm and clear. “Why people want to be close to each other. Why they crave this.”
“Took you long enough,” you reply as you nuzzle your face against his chest.
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The reason why I can't write smut for the life of me is because of the second-hand embarrassment I get from it, for compensation here's some headcanons about it with Senku and Sai instead! I'm sorry if this is disappointing...
Will they let you stack donuts on it?
~(HEADCANON ONLY)~
Senku Ishigami:
If you ask him about it first time, he'll ten billion percent be convinced that you've gone insane and inhaled enough fumes from his experiments to come up with such question.
It would definitely take a while to persuade the logical freak to do something illogical as this.
If you're too persistent, he's going to have to live with your begging everyday. Otherwise he'll be relieved for a while until you bring it up again, making him sigh from your nuance.
The moment when he's too tired to argue and do anything, he gives in to your advances and just lets you do anything to him (unfortunately for him, you chose to stack donuts on it).
He would definitely complain about the inefficiency of wasting good food for something absurd with this, but his hard cock would speak the truth for him.
"This is irrational as hell, those donuts would be better off getting digested in your stomach." He would mutter, yet his flushed look on his face and the heavy breathing visible on his bare chest betrays him.
His last string of composure breaks the moment you eat those donuts from his cock with a look filled with lust. And he knows how much he loves it when you look up at him like a 5 star meal. He will ten billion percent won't stop your future approaches anymore!
Sai Nanami:
Oh his face would crumble and turn into a tomato. The last thing he expects is to hear those suggestive words out in the open.
WE both know he's not the one taking initiative most of the time in bed, he's the type to go along with your plans. But stacking donuts? It's new to a guy that's way too vanilla (so vanilla he just knew today that this was an option at all!).
He would hesitate a lot, but if it meant for you to enjoy your sex life with him better, he's going to suck it up and agree.
His whole body would go insanely tense even before you touched his pants. After countless of assurance, he slowly starts to relax and allows you to do your thing.
His cock would twitch from the sudden sensation of the donut, since it's his first time putting a foreign object on his member. But he slowly gets used to the feeling and texture.
"S-so... this is the appeal of it?" He still doesn't get why you wanted to do this, however just seeing you gaze at him like a predator looking at it's prey makes him think that this might not be a bad idea at all.
And it definitely convinces him once you start to eat the donuts from his sensitive shaft, your lips brushing against it makes him groan from the sensation. The poor genius feels ecstatic just from this, keeping note to agree to your questionable suggestions more.
Convince me to write smut I dare you, just lmk if this is good enough huhu.. if this does well then I guess I'll write more.
Heyyyy could I pretty please make a request for nsfw Sai Nanami in this Sai Nanami-less time?? Specifically perhapes, just maybe, a reader who has a thing for hands??
Kicking my feet rn reading your stuff btw
𝒢𑄺 — After finding out about how much you love his hands, Sai takes matters into his own !
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Sai is handsome to say the least, blessed with great features and good hair. But his hands, oh, they’re a different type of handsome— soft and slim, with a few veins that makes them look almost delicate, with these circumstances it was natural for you to develop a love to hold them, but that love was quick to turn into something more intimate, more deeply rooted and fuelled by your burning desire for him.
“fuck— right there..!” you whimper, struggling to hold onto a thread of self control that quickly slips out of reach, its especially hard when Sai is showing no mercy— if you want hands, you’re getting them.
he’s knelt infront of you as you’re perched on the edge of the bed, grasping onto the soft fabric that drapes onto your bed, in an effort to ground yourself from his fingers plunging in and out of you.
his eyes are glued to your pussy, the slick sounds of arousal and his name sliding off of your tongue like music to his ears, the sort of song you could listen on repeat and never get bored. He swallows hard, a deep blush creeping up his neck as he tries to keep his composure. “mm, you like that? right there?”
you nod frantically, hips twitching and thighs shaking as he doubles his efforts, fingers working to rub that perfect spot inside you that gets you arching off the bed. his thrusts are calculated and precise, making mental notes of exactly what makes you tick. “you’re close” he doesn’t necessarily ask, more of a statement as he feels you fluttering around his fingers. “yeah, oh shit, please don’t stop—“
everything becomes a blur, the room, him and yourself as you reach your peak, your mind singularly focused on the sparks of pleasure travelling around your body, causing you cry his name in ecstasy.
as you come down from your high, his fingers still pump in and out of you, drawing out each ounce of pleasure whilst you tilt your head back, searching for a breath. His eyes meet yours, glimmering in the light “was that good? you want more?”
he sure knows how to put those pretty hands to good use.
