Pranking male Naruto characters by avoiding their touch.
Uchiha Sasuke
At first, Sasuke ignores your strange behavior. If you wanted to be weird, that was your headache, not his.
But when you sidestep him during a mission as he reaches out to steady you after a jump, his eyes narrow.
"What's your problem?" he asks, deadpan, stepping closer and reaching out for you again.
You shrug innocently, dodging his touch once more. His jaw tightens, and he retracts his hand.
Sasuke is surprisingly patient after that. But after you dodge his touch a third time, that patience snaps.
Determined to keep up the charade, you move to avoid his arm when he tries to protect you again.
"Whatever" did you seriously think he had a problem with not touching you?
He doesn't even bother with words anymore. Playing along with your game, he grabs the back of your shirt and effortlessly flings you out of harm's way.
"Hey!" you cry, barely managing to land safely.
"You wanna play games? Fine," he mutters, completely unfazed by your wide-eyed glare.
For the rest of the day, Sasuke avoids your touch, despite your whining and apologies. This was your punishment for playing silly games with him.
Uzumaki Naruto
"huh??"
You must be tripping, Naruto thinks, watching you duck when he tries to pull you into one of his bone-crushing hugs.
Naruto is all about physical affection, high fives, random hugs, scooping you up into his arms. So when you dodge his hug, his jaw drops.
The look on his face is too ridiculous, you can't stop yourself from bursting into laughter at his utter shock of your audacity.
"You're so dramatic" you roll your eyes, pulling him into a hug as an apology.
Naruto grins and returns the hug twice as hard, lifting you off the ground for good measure. Ignoring your squeals of embarrassment, he parades through the village with you still awkwardly dangling in his arms as punishment.
"Put me down Naruto! You're so embarrassing!"
Aburame Shino
Shino is flabbergasted, to say the least. You never avoided his touch, and he loved that because you were the only person he was comfortable being affectionate with anyway.
His eye twitches, but his shoulders eventually sag in relief when he sees you struggling to contain your laughter.
You were just playing a silly prank after all, thank goodness.
He discreetly releases a meliponine bee from his jacket sleeve, the little creature was harmless and couldn't sting, but you didn't need to know that.
The moment you spot it, your eyes widen.
"SHINO, ONE OF YOUR BEES ESCAPED!"
Shrieking, you leap into his arms. His lips stretch into a smug smirk as he catches you.
"Oh? What's this? I thought you didn't want me to touch you?"
You narrow your eyes, quickly connecting the dots. Jumping out of his arms, you smack his shoulder lightly.
"Touché"
Hyuga Neji
Neji was pretty much sick of your shit at this point, you've been on a pranking streak all week and it put him on edge.
Now he questions every little reaction from you, wondering if it was a prank or not.
Even now, he stood watching you, his posture stiff, an irritated glare on his face.
"Stop testing my patience y/n."
He grits out, reaching for you again, watching you move out of the way.
"Have I...have I done anything to upset you?"
he asks, voice shaky, exhaustion creeping in. He was afraid this time you weren't joking and he might've actually upset you.
You immediately drop the act, not liking the kicked puppy dog look on his face one bit.
"I'm sorry, I was just messing around" you tug him into a hug to which he returns with a glare, ultimately glad this wasn't anything serious.
He reaches down to flick your forehead.
"Ow!"
"You're an idiot. Quit it with the silly games ok?" he murmurs gently brushing his fingers over the spot he flicked.
"Ok ok"
Uchiha Itachi
Itachi chuckles, watching you sidestep his hug. He immediately knew you were playing games, no one craved his touch more than you did.
"Are you sure you want to do that? I'm leaving for a mission and won't be back till tomorrow"
You bite your lip, weighing your options. He was right, 24hrs was way too long to go without a hug.
You huff, shuffling into his still open arms with defeat. "Fine, I yield"
He laughs again, giving you a soft squeeze before pulling away.
"I'll see you in a couple hours" he says, placing a kiss on your hair before pulling away.
"See y- wait what! You said tomorrow"
"I lied" he calls out, smiling casually, like he didn't just decieve you, continuing down the path without looking back.
You can't help but snort at his tactics, you were so going to get him back when he returns though.
Uchiha Obito
"Well aren't you a picture of domesticity" Obito muses, watching you make coffee in one of his button downs, the shirt large on you.
He can't help himself, he reaches out to feel your soft skin only to be met with air when you move out of the way, giving him a strange look.
If he paid more attention, he would've noticed the look on your face was you struggling to hold in your laughter, but his stomach was too busy dropping to his feet.
Obito was insecure, about his face, about his body, and his past. Despite your reassurances, a part of him never believed he was what you wanted.
He was chronically paranoid that one day you'd realize you could have better, and leave him.
It didn't take you too long to figure out what was going through his head when he froze, staring at you like a deer in headlights.
"Shit, this was a terrible idea" you immediately grab his hands, placing one on your cheek and the other on your waist "I'm sorry, I was just messing around"
He stares down at you for a few seconds gauging your sincerity before sighing, his body untensing in relief.
"You're a menace..." his arms snake around you, pulling you into his chest, happy this was just a joke.
"I know, I know, I'm sorry"
Hatake Kakashi
Kakashi notices but doesn't react right away. Instead, he silently joins your game.
Every time he sees you coming he makes a point to dramatically avoid touching you even by a hair's breadth, bending and contorting his body into all sorts of shapes.
"You're terrible" you giggle, trying to grab him, watching him dodge your hands like his life depended on it.
"me? You're the one who started it"
he finally relents, letting you tug him into your arms.
"You could've seriously hurt my feelings you know? I'm sensitive"
You snort, Kakashi didn't give a shit and you both knew it.
You lean up, tugging his mask down to peck his nose as an apology "You're about as sensitive as that rock over there"
He chuckles, deciding to let your snark go, he won after all, you wouldn't be avoiding his touch again.
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he feels really bad about it and tries everything he can not to do it.
he’s been around a lot of perverted guys before—especially master jiraiya. naruto doesn’t want to become like that.
but you don’t make it easy for him. Your always sweaty and out of breath when you train with him and it drives him crazy. you’re one of very few people that treat him like a human in the village. and your beautiful and give him attention…
it’s not very difficult to swoon naruto lmao
after getting older he realized how perverted his mind has gotten. when he gets hard around you he’ll panic and excuse himself. at first he tried to do things to get his mind off of it, like clean or train or even take a cold ass shower. but he can’t take it anymore.
most of his night are dreaming of you training, smiling, looking at him—damn probably even breathing— with his hands down his pants….if you ever found out about this he would die on the spot
sasuke
sasuke always rolls his eyes when he’s hanging out with the guys and they talk about sex related things. “I’m not interested it that.” he would always say. and if anyone ever dared to ask him if he touches himself, he would respond with a simple, “I’ve never done that before. and i don’t ever plan too.”
but that was such a lie.
every night Sasuke’s brain would bring itself back to you. Your innocent looking eyes, your lip gloss, your legs….everything.
and he really hated jerking off, it made him feel very pathetic. but at the end of the day, Sasuke is just a man. so he can’t help but lower his pants just enough to pull his dick out and touch himself.
he doesn’t make any noise, he refuses to.
he can’t help but get so horny around you. and sometimes it gets so bad his sharingan flares. you always wonder why he runs away from you while covering his face.
shikamaru
to be honest you don’t even think he likes you as a person.
he’s always rolling his eyes or calling you trouble some. always claiming it’s ’such a drag’ when he has to hang out with you.
but secretly he’s thinking about all the positions he wants to put your body in while he drills his cock into you-
he’s good at hiding it, but he will get extra defensive if someone accuses him of staring at you for too long (even though he was)
it doesn’t happen every night since he’s a very busy man. it’s mostly in the morning though. he wakes up with the worst morning wood ever and has memories of his wet dream with you in it. every now and then he’ll let himself indulge and jerk off in the shower. but most of the time, he sucks it up and waits for it to go away
you drive him crazy, he really does think you’ll be the death of him.
choji
honestly know one would ever guess all of the dirty things he thinks of about you
i hc that choji is secretly super perverted, but it always makes him feel so nasty
it doesn’t help when your always giving him the pretty smile, or sneaking up behind him to give him a hug
you think your being friendly and silly, or maybell this is also your way of flirting. but if only you knew his thought process during all of this.
you both often go out to lunch together. and while this is a completely mundane thing to do, it drives him crazy. watching your lips wrap around your chopsticks is giving him a raging boner.
and don’t even get me started if some of your soup drips off of your lips.
he has to excuse himself to the bathroom a lot when you hang out….he would die on the spot if you ever noticed the tent in his pants
kiba
kiba likes to flirt with you a lot. he’s so mean about it to. always teasing you or pushing you around or lifting up your skirt when you least expect it.
but if you ever, and i mean EVER, found out about his dirty little secret….he would leave the village and never show his face again.
Kiba has a raging scent kink. So expect your panties to magically disappear from your laundry a lot. If you ever bring this up to him he’ll get all defensive and mad that you would even accuse him of this.
but the second he’s able to smell your arousal when he’s around, your done for.
he’d be teasing you like crazy, always poking fun and asking why your so wet.
eventually you’d probably find him in your room, stroking himself with your panties on his face. this could go one of two ways.
1. he smirks and keeps going, wanting you to watch with that cute dumbfounded look on your face.
or
2. you tease him and he sits there all embarrassed and pathetic (and he’d probably cum untouched if you degraded him)
shino
shino’s never thought about this kind of stuff before….well that was until he met you.
you’ve been friends, he liked that you would talk to him and wouldn’t forget about him. he also liked that you didn’t find him off putting like most people did.
but as he got older….he got more curious and his eyes would wander. he’d find himself staring at your body from behind his dark glasses. even though he kind of stopped wearing them as an adult, he still wore them around you.
he definitely felt perverted, but unlike the rest of the guys, he didn’t feel that gross about it. because he knew you felt the same way too.
he could read your body language and feel the heat radiating from between your legs.
Shino didn’t jerk off a lot, it was probably once in a blue moon. but when he did, his thoughts were on how he would make you sob and scream his name. no one would ever guess it, but shino was a very dominate and possessive man.
if you ever asked him about his sex life. he would bluntly say “i jerk off while thinking of you.” he has no shame….
neji
gahh he’s so embarrassed about it.
neji, the genius who almost never worries and has passed every training exercise with an A+, becomes mush when he’s around you.
he’s always red in the face and stuttering when he has to talk to you. and trust he does everything in his power to avoid any interaction with you.
but you both always find yourself bumping into each other. and your just so sweet, apologizing in that sweet voice before continuing your path, leaving him dumbfounded….and very hard.
like shikamaru, neji almost never lets himself indulge. But sometimes he can’t help it. sometimes he gets so hard it starts to hurt.
he’ll feel so horrible afterwards, and it only makes him even more awkward around you.
lee
he feels so bad :(
i hc that lee gets turned on super easily, honestly by anything you do. and because of his stamina and high sex drive, he jerks off multiple times a day to the thought of you.
he always says “i won’t think of her this time…” but he always does. when he’s in that horny headspace and close to orgasm, he can’t help but whine your name and think of your pretty lips wrapped around his-
but trust that post nut clarity gets him so upset. he feels so disgusted in himself. he often gets your gifts and flowers. you think it’s just because he’s being nice, but it’s actually an indirect apology for cumming to the thought of you…
and if you touch him, he’s a goner. a simple brush of your hand against his leg gives him an instant boner. he refuses to train with you, claiming it’s because he would never want to hurt you. but it’s really because it would get him so hot and bothered.
eventually he won’t be able to handle the guilt and he’ll confess his sins to you in tears. little does he know you also touch yourself to the thought of him….
gaara
he feels very perverted and gross for doing it…but it still doesn’t stop him.
he always tells himself “this is the last time,” but it never is.
he can’t help it though, not when your so pretty and always pout your glossy lips at him. not when your hand softly lingers on his knee a little too long when your trying to comfort him. not when you wear your new mission gear and twirl around to show him.
gaara isn’t used to attention at all—especially not positive female attention.
it’s so easy for him to just pop a boner around you. it used to be simple for him to get rid of it; the usual ‘count to 30’ trick would make it go away. but it’s not simple anymore. his brain gets so sick a perverted around you and all he wants to do it cover your mouth and take you right over his desk.
but he knows that’s not okay, and he knows (well he thinks) that you not into him like that. so his own hand will do for now.
kankuro
i have mixed feelings about this one….this could go two ways
1. he has no shame at all. hell he’d probably tell you about it. if you ever had to share a room or tent during a mission he’d do it and pretend that he ‘thought you were sleeping.’
he’d make sure to moan your name while jerking off too. and he knows the effect it has on you. if you ever confront him about this he would just smirk and say something like “what, you didn’t like it?”
2. he’s so so ashamed about it and can’t look you in the eyes for days afterwards.
he’s usually so confident and snarky around you, and then one day it just changes. he’s always flustered around you, he stutters and sweats like crazy. and he avoids you like the plague. if you ask him why he’s doing this he’ll just tell you to shut up. but it’s actually because he got himself off while thinking about you…
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Synopsis: in which they notice you have a crush on them.
Featuring: Naruto, Sasuke, sai, Shikamaru, Choji, Lee, Neji, Kiba, Shino, Gaara, and Kankuro
Notes from the Batcave: for ✨this✨ request! Enjoy!
Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto doesn’t actually clock that you’re shy because of him at first.
He thinks you’re just shy in general, so he tries to “help you break out of your shell” with loud greetings, big smiles, and sudden questions.
When he realizes it’s him making you fidget and look away, he gets this goofy grin and starts dialing it back… but can’t help leaning a little closer when he talks to you, just to see if your cheeks go pink.
Sasuke Uchiha
He notices instantly, but doesn’t say a word. The more you avoid eye contact, the more he wants it.
Sasuke will just quietly appear near you, asking a casual “Hn. You okay?” while holding your gaze until you either mumble a reply or look away.
It’s not teasing exactly, but he does find it… interesting that you get that flustered over him.
Sai
At first, Sai genuinely doesn’t understand why you’re flustered.
He’ll bluntly ask, “Why is your face turning red? Do you have a fever?” or “You’re shaking, are you scared?”
Once someone clues him in, he processes it in his own way. Next time, he deliberately closes the distance and studies your face with a painter’s curiosity.
“Your expression changes when you see me. I like it. I want to draw it again.” You’re left completely unable to form words.
Shikamaru Nara
Shikamaru picks up on it fast. You get stiff, your words get shorter, and you fumble with your hands.
He’s not the type to push, so he plays it cool, leaning back, talking in a lazy drawl so you can breathe.
Still… when he sees you get shy, a tiny smirk tugs at his lips because, troublesome as it is, it’s kinda cute knowing he can make you trip over your words without even trying.
Choji Akimichi
Choji is sweet about it. If you seem nervous, he softens his tone and tries to make things easier for you, offering food as a comfortable buffer.
“Want to share? No pressure,” he says with a warm smile, as if your shy stammer isn’t obvious.
When he catches you looking at him, he doesn’t tease, he just beams back, making you feel a little braver each time.
Kiba Inuzuka
Kiba notices your shyness and mistakes it for fear at first. He gets right up in your space like, “Hey, I don’t bite- well, unless you ask,” with a grin that makes your face go nuclear.
Akamaru catches on faster than Kiba does and will nudge him away when you’re overwhelmed.
Once Kiba realizes it’s a crush thing, he doubles down on the playful teasing, leaning close just to hear your breath hitch.
Shino Aburame
Shino is quietly observant. He notices the stammer in your speech, the way your hands fidget, and the slight shift in your breathing when you’re around him.
He doesn’t call attention to it, preferring to let you get comfortable at your own pace. But he’ll stand a little closer each time, his presence calm and steady, until one day you realize you’re not as nervous, and that his hand is resting lightly on yours.
Neji Hyuga
Neji is perceptive to a fault. He picks up on your nervous body language immediately and, being Neji, assumes it’s because you feel inferior.
He’ll reassure you in that calm, steady way, “You don’t need to be uneasy around me.”
When he eventually understands it’s because you like him, there’s a small, almost imperceptible smile. He’ll still keep his voice low and soothing, but now there’s a subtle warmth that wasn’t there before.
Rock Lee
Lee takes your shyness as a sign of modesty, and it only makes him more passionate in his approach.
He’ll loudly declare, “Fear not, my youthful flower! I will not let nervousness keep you from the springtime of love!” which, of course, makes you even more flustered. But his enthusiasm is so genuine that you can’t help but smile through the embarrassment.
Gaara no Sabaku
Gaara doesn’t entirely understand social nervousness, so your shy reactions confuse him at first.
He’s used to people avoiding him for darker reasons, so when he notices you lingering despite the blush and hesitations, he takes it as a sign of trust.
He won’t push you to talk, he’s fine with silence, but if you do speak, he listens intently, eyes fixed on you in a way that makes your heart pound.
Kankuro no Sabaku
Kankuro catches on instantly and has way too much fun with it.
He’ll lean against a wall, arms crossed, smirking as you trip over your words, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
He’s playful about it, but if he ever senses you’re genuinely overwhelmed, he’ll tone it down, slipping into a surprisingly easygoing conversation to help you relax.
Then, the next day, he’s back to smirking just to see you blush again.
his voice was firm, and left no room for question. his hands fiddled with the hem of your cotton panties as you lifted your hips to help him.
“mh. thats a good girl.” his praise alone made your breath stutter. you watched as he slowly pulled the soaked fabric down your thighs. you were undeniably wet. embarrassingly so. it was pathetic. pathetic enough that the sight alone drove him crazy. he let out a sharp hiss through clenched teeth, a smirk of pure hunger spread across his face.
“fuck, baby. haven’t even touched you yet. you need me that bad, mm?” he mocked. a cocky smirk played on his face, pride filling his eyes to the brim.
“gonna let me take care f’you?” his voice was nothing short of condescending. the kind that made you whimper in embarrassment but also shiver in excitement. you nodded, not daring to utter a word. obeying and submitting to his every word.
you were sure to get spoiled tonight.
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✨️The two of you are on a mission together, and the night is really cold✨️
It's a long one! And! We have new characters! Fanfiction gods blessed me the past couple of days with inspiration and I had so much fun, so I added Itachi, Neji and Shino.
Characters: Kakashi, Sasuke, Shikamaru, Naruto, Gaara, Kiba, Rock Lee, Itachi, Neji, Shino
CW: 18+, suggestive, mdni
Kakashi
He proposed it first.
To be honest, there was no other way. It was so cold you didn't feel your feet and hands already. Sleeping alone would have been risky, not to say: stupid.
The thought of it made your stomach flutter in a weird way, even if the purpose was simply survival.
You set your small camp together in silence, moving with the effortless coordination you'd developed over the course of the mission.
You both were tired, already travelling for a long time, far from villages and comforts.
Kakashi put his bedroll next to the campfire, in a small nook provided by a big tree trunk, shielding you from the freezing wind.
"You can sleep first," Kakashi said, crawling under the thin fabric and making room for you.
It was too cold and you were too tired to even hesitate. Maybe later, if the gods let you make it out of this mission alive, you would come back to this moment and have time to process that you slept in the same bedroll with Kakashi Hatake, the man you were yearning for for ages.
Now you just squeezed yourself inside the cover, as respectfully as the situation allowed.
"I-" Kakashi cleared his throat. "I know it's probably uncomfortable, but if you turn to face me, I could warm your hands a bit."
Your heart started pounding just on the thought of that.
You slowly wiggled your body to lay on your side. Your gaze settled on his chest, dressed in the black shirt. You didn't have the courage to look up.
His hands found yours.
"Your fingers are cold as ice," he sounded worried. "Do you want to put them under my shirt, skin to skin? It'll be the fastest way to warm them up."
You considered the possibility that you already died and your body was laying somewhere, frozen still. And now you were experiencing your personal heaven.
"Okay," you agreed in a high pitched voice.
He took your hands and put them under his clothes, pressing them against his chest, just like that.
You were cursing your stupid fingertips for being too stiff to feel anything beside the warmth.
But it was his warmth, and that was more than enough.
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Sasuke
Neither of you wanted to admit that you were too exhausted to continue your journey.
It was late at night, the cold rain was robbing your bodies of the last ounces of warmth. You were shivering under your dark cloak, pushing forward only on pure stubbornness.
Suddenly, Sasuke stopped under a slope providing a small shelter from the rain.
You shot him a questioning look.
"We're stopping for the night," he said. "I can hear your teeth chattering from a few feet away."
"I'm fine," you said firmly. Even if it wasn't true, showing even a hint of weakness in front of him never sat well with you.
"Sure," he answered with arms crossed on his chest. "If you faint along the way, I'll just leave you."
"Oh, how lucky I am to have a teammate like you."
"We're staying there until sunrise," he ordered, ignoring your comment. "I'll make a fire."
You hid under the slope, grateful for the break. It was so relieving not to feel heavy rain hitting your skull incessantly for hours you almost wanted to cry. You sucked it up instead and took off the cloak, heavy from water and unpleasantly sticking to your skin.
When the campfire was ready, Sasuke followed your footsteps and joined you on the ground. You unpacked both of your bedrolls.
"Your lips are blue," said Sasuke, his dark eyes glancing over your face. "Do you have any spare clothes?"
"No."
He murmured something angrily.
"Then we will share."
"What?"
"I have a spare set of clothes, they should be dry. You can take the top."
When you finally undestood what he was proposing, your face instantly went red.
"I-I think I'll be alright, we have the fire..."
Sasuke thought for a second.
"No," he said strictly. "If you fall ill, we'll fuck up the whole mission. We need to change in dry clothes and warm ourselves up as quickly as possible."
"You want me to stay just in your shirt?" you asked in a faint voice.
"It'll be long enough on you."
"But you'll be left with nothing but pants. You'll get cold."
"Not if we stay close to each other. Stop inventing problems and just do as I say."
He pulled his clothes out of the bag and gave you a neatly folded shirt.
"Change now. I'll turn around."
You stopped trying to change his mind. The fact was, the cold clothes stuck to your body really made it impossible to warm up. And if Sasuke himself was offering you his shirt, you're gonna take it, for fucks sake.
It really was long enough to at least cover your ass. The fabric was dry and thick, and it smelled nice. You changed into it quickly and rushed to your bedroll, burying yourself in it up to your nose.
You didn't dare to look at Sasuke until he put his bedroll down right next to yours.
He was indeed shirtless. Droplets from his still-wet black hair were streaming down his arms and chest, slowly drawing lines on his skin, curving around muscles.
Miraculously you weren't cold anymore.
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Shikamaru
"I'm freezing my ass off," you muttered angrily, rubbing your hands together.
He was the one leading your two-person team on this mission, and it was his idea you'd stay the night at some ruins at the top of the hill. The observing point was great, but you couldn't even light a fire without being spotted. And the night was freezing cold.
"Can we mourn your ass in silence," asked Shikamaru with his usual annoyed tone. "Just try to get some sleep."
"I already tried, smartass. Not everyone is like you - capable of sleeping in any conditions."
"Not any. I can't sleep when someone is constantly whining."
You stayed silent for a whole minute.
"I think my corner of this stupid hut is colder than yours."
"Then come here."
You hesitated for a second.
"Can't we just switch places?"
"I'm not moving anywhere."
"Fine."
You took your bedroll and dragged it across the floor, stopping about a foot away from Shikamaru. It seemed proper enough.
"Happy?" he asked, when you lay back down.
You checked.
"No. It's as cold as before."
He sighed.
"I thought women store more fat under their skin to stay warm."
"Women have slower metabolism, you dumbass," you hissed. "And estrogen makes us feel cold easier. It's basic knowledge."
His silence was the best proof that he didn't know about that, which would give you satisfaction, if you weren't so uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry I didn't take it under consideration," he said, and it was surprisingly nice for his standards.
"It's okay. It's just this fucking stone floor, cold as ice."
"All i can offer is lying on me instead," Shikamaru said in this specific voice you heard from him a couple of times before. The voice you couldn't really decipher, if he was joking or being serious.
"That would be nice," you said, just to tease him. If he wanted to fluster you, he picked the wrong one.
Shikamaru lifted his head enough to look at you. His dark eyes were curious, as if he was checking how serious you were.
"Then come here."
It suddenly became a game of who will back down first. And you, if you were honest, didn't like to lose.
You stood up, and he opened up the zipper of his sleeping bag.
You moved over him, and he was looking at you with a challenge in his eyes.
You knelt down with his body between your legs and he... became red.
"Don’t get all worked up, pervert," you said, knowing damn well you won this round.
But then he put his big hands at your hips, not breaking the eye contact, and suddenly something in you shifted. Your throat got dry.
"Just lay down already, smartass," he answered with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
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Naruto
"It's so cold," you stated the obvious, shivering in your sleeping bag.
You and Naruto were spending the night under the bare sky, with nothing to shield you from the freezing wind.
"I know exactly what to do," said Naruto, getting straight down to work.
He left his bedroll and started taking off his shoes.
"What the hell are you doing?" you asked. When it came to him, everything was possible, and you were not sure yet if you should be concerned.
"I remember it from training! When it's really cold, and you're with someone, you can share one sleeping bag together, but facing opposite ways. This way, I can put my feet under your armpits, and you can do the same. Get it? It's a great hack to not lose your feet in freezing temperatures!"
"Naruto," you tried not to laugh. He was so proud of himself. "We didn't shower for two days. Get your feet back into your shoes."
"Oh, come on, give it a try!"
"Won't happen. It's not even freezing, just cold. Our feet are safe, I think."
"Fine." Naruto put his shoes back with a pouty face.
Suddenly, he brightened up again.
"What about hands?" he asked.
"What about hands?" you repeated.
"I can get into your sleeping bag and you can warm your hands under my armpits."
"And let you stick your hands under mine? Nice try, Naruto."
"No, just your hands. I'm not that cold anyway. With you in the bedroll, I think I would be alright."
His face was so cute and innocent, as always. And you didn't really mind sleeping next to him.
"Fine. Come here," you said, making space for him.
He rushed to you with the biggest smile. The sleeping bag squeezed you both tighter than you thought it would. Suddenly you found yourself closer to Naruto's body than you have ever been.
He wiggled and moved for a while, making himself comfortable, not minding tossing you around a little. When he finally stopped, you had one leg around his hips and his arm under your head.
"This is nice," he said, smiling down at you, blushing a little.
It was indeed very nice.
"Now put your hands under my armpits."
"You know what, there's no need," you said in a sleepy voice.
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Gaara
You had no idea the desert nights were that cold.
Not being fully prepared for your mission was not your style and made you ashamed of yourself. Especially since you were with the Kazekage himself.
He, used to the desert climate, had a nice, thick sleeping bag.
You took only your thinnest blanket. It was embarrassing.
While both of you were getting ready to sleep, you hoped he wouldn't notice. At first it seemed like it - he wished you a goodnight and closed his eyes.
You curled up under your cover and watched his peaceful face. The view was breathtaking - dunes to the horizon, night sky dusted with stars. And him, with his maroon hair - such a perfect addition to the landscape.
It didn't take long for you to start trembling with cold.
"Well, all I can do is make it to the morning," you thought.
But the temperature dropped so much it was hard to bear. You hid your hands between your thighs, but your feet dressed in light shoes, so comfortable during the day, were freezing. Your nose started running.
"Fantastic," you thought, feeling more and more uneasy. "I was supposed to show myself from the best side. And now he will see me unprepared and sick. Couldn't be better."
Too tired to beat yourself up endlessly, you finally fell asleep.
A quiet sound of crackling fire woke you up.
You opened your eyes and didn't see the stars.
You jumped to your feet in fear, drawing a kunai.
But then you saw Gaara sitting next to the campfire, giving you the reassuring smile.
You looked around and realized you're in some kind of cave, made of... sand.
Gaara's sand.
The realisation hit you like a brick.
"Are you warm now?" Gaara asked quietly, worry in his voice.
"Yes," you choked out.
He made a whole shelter, just so you could be warm.
Your heart started pounding.
"I'm so sorry," you whispered, not able to look him in the eyes.
"For what?" he looked confused.
"I caused you so much trouble!"
He shook his head.
"You were taking care of me for the whole day. I should make sure you're comfortable during the night. I'm sorry that i didn't notice earlier."
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Kiba
"Hey, is something wrong?" Kiba asked, pointing at you suspiciously, like you were trying to hide something from him.
Because you were. And he, as always, noticed a change in you.
You were the one guarding your little camp, while he and Akamaru tried to catch some sleep. You were supposed to switch later.
The thing was, it was so freaking cold. On one hand, it successfully chased the sleep away. On the other, you were so jealous of Kiba and Akamaru, cuddling together so peacefully.
"Everything is fine," you answered Kiba's question.
Akamaru lifted his head, silently judging you. They both knew you were lying.
"Sure. Your scent is telling me something different."
"Stop smelling me."
"Are you not feeling well?"
You gave up, knowing he won't leave you alone.
"I'm fine. I'm just cold."
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, surprised.
"Akamaru, let's go."
"What are you doing?" you asked, watching them getting up and stretching.
"We can cuddle in a pack," answered Kiba like it was the most obvious solution.
And maybe it was in the Inuzuka clan, you thought.
Before you could voice your objections, Kiba sat next to you and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer.
Akamaru lay down by your side and placed his big, fluffy head on your lap.
Your cheeks started burning. It was not usual for you to cuddle with anybody, especially on a mission. For them, it was like the most natural thing in the world.
Kiba's hand caressed your arm. He leaned his head back and not long after started snoring quietly.
It took you a couple of minutes to relax your stiff body. You even gathered the courage to rest your head on Kiba's chest.
It was warm and comfortable. You heard his strong heartbeat and it made you feel... safe.
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Rock Lee
You were pretty sure Lee would want to continue your travel for the whole night. He didn't show any signs of exhaustion, not even the slightest hint of fatigue.
You couldn't say the same about you. You needed a break and, more importantly, to warm yourself up. The night was so cool you started to worry you'd catch a cold.
You were embarrassed to ask for setting up a camp, but it was Lee - you knew he wouldn't judge you too much.
"Lee, I'm afraid I need to stop," you said. "It's so cold I can barely feel my body."
He turned around to face you, instantly worried.
"Oh! Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked, taking off his backpack. Before you realised what he was doing, he took out his cloak and wrapped it around your arms.
"Look, i think we could set up a camp near these trees. Let's go, it's not too far."
He led you there, sat you down and started setting up a tent.
"Lee, you don't have to do it all by yourself-" you tried to interrupt him, but he gently took tent pegs off your hands.
"I can see now how tired you are. Just rest, i'll take care of it this time."
Just a couple of minutes later the tent was ready. Lee took your backpacks inside and called you over.
"Quick, to the sleeping bag," he ordered and you noticed that he zipped the two of them together, so they became one big sleeping space.
Lee blushed under your look.
"The most efficient way to warm someone up is with another person's body heat," he said with his usual enthusiasm.
You could only blame yourself for the turn your thoughts took.
He got into the sleeping bag first and lifted the fabric in a welcoming gesture, unaware of your sinful imagination.
And sinful eyes, noticing the tensed biceps of the arm he was leaning on, and the muscles of his chest, visible in that position even beneath his jumpsuit.
You slipped into the bedroll, getting redder and redder in your face.
"Do you mind if I cuddle you?" Lee asked shyly.
"I don't," your voice was hoarse.
He went closer, putting one arm around your waist - respectfully, hand placed on the ground.
The heat radiating from him was so comforting, so tempting for your freezing body.
You switched to your side, becoming a little spoon, and he followed up immediately, cuddling you from the back.
His breath tickled your neck.
"You'll be warm soon," Lee said in uplifting tone.
You quickly forgot about the cold, focusing on all of the places where your bodies were touching.
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Itachi
Itachi had never missed any detail in his life, you were pretty sure, so it was not really a surprise, when he said:
"I can see you're cold and exhausted. You can just tell me, there's no need to push over your limits."
"Noted," you said, not seeing the point in arguing. It was true you tend to overwork yourself and he had spoken about it with you once. Or twice.
"Let's take a break. There's a small cave, half an hour from there, on the east. We can spend the night there."
You didn't question his familiarity with the area. Working with Itachi was accepting that he simply knew things.
The cave had just enough room for two people, but in those conditions it was more than enough.
"I remembered it being bigger," said Itachi. "It'll have to do."
You sat in the deepest corner, knees to your chest. It was nice to have a shelter from the wind. And it was nice to watch Itachi's hands, when he was lighting a fire.
It was a little secret pleasure of yours. His long fingers had always been mesmerizing to you.
"Come, sit closer to the fire," he ordered. You obeyed, squeezing yourself between the cave wall and his body. You sat there in silence, arm to arm; the fire slowly warmed you up. Your muscles stopped trembling with cold and your body finally relaxed a little. Sleepiness caught you off guard; suddenly it was impossible to keep your eyes open. You slowly drifted off.
You woke up in Itachi's arms.
It took you a second to realize that you fell asleep as you were sitting next to him. You probably just fell on him and he was too kind not to wake you up.
You jerked back in terror and embarrassment.
Itachi let you move away from him, but didn't take the arm he was holding you with off your back.
"I'm so sorry," you murmured, feeling all hot and flustered.
"It's okay. Let's just sleep."
You looked him in his dark, forever-tired eyes. It was always so hard to decipher what was hiding behind them. Especially when they were as close.
He gently pulled you closer, and you obeyed, letting him place you in his arms.
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Neji
Your hands were shaking so much you were barely able to lit the fire at your camp.
It was the coldest night in your life, and it caught you under the bare sky, in the middle of a mission far, far from home. You couldn't believe when it began to snow - small white flakes were peacefully falling from the sky, making you feel completely alone in the world.
You were travelling solo for over a week now, and it already took a toll on you. Even basic human interaction felt in this moment like something precious, undervalued by you till now.
Shinobi instinct kicked in even despite your exhaustion. Someone was coming.
You quickly stamped out the fire, covered up your tracks and hid on a tree.
You weren't expecting to hear familiar voice.
"Byakugan."
Neji came alone. You couldn't mistaken his dark, long hair, tall posture and, above all, striking light eyes, which were piercing right through you at this moment.
"Come down immediately. You're so cold I have almost mistaken you for a tree branch." His voice was harsh, but you knew him well enough to know it meant he was worried.
You jumped off the tree.
"Neji? Something bad happened?" You asked, feeling your stomach dropping.
"Not yet," he answered, observing you carefully. Swollen veins showed up near his eyes.
"Everything alright?" You asked, feeling uneasy.
"No."
He knelt, taking off his backpack, and began building a new campfire in a place of destroyed one.
"I finished my mission earlier and wanted to check on you. Definitely wasn't expecting to find you in that state," he said angrily.
Flick of a match, and fire spread on dry sticks neatly formed into the stack. The way flames reflected in his eyes was hypnotizing.
"In what state?" You asked, sitting down. You were so tired you allowed the possibility that he was just a product of your imagination. Which should probably scare you.
"You're close to hypothermia," he answered. "Don’t stop moving. Stand up and walk around me."
You simply obeyed, not wanting to worry Neji - imagined or not.
He quickly finished with fire and set up your sleeping bag.
"Now get inside," he ordered, and you welcomed it with a sigh of relief. You could barely stand from exhaustion.
The inside of the sleeping bag was warm and cosy, probably. To be honest, you couldn't feel that much.
Neji wrapped himself in his bedroll like it was a cloak. Then he took you in his arms, sweeping you of the forest floor.
You gasped, surprised. Strong hands pulled you close. Neji sat near the fire, placing you on his lap.
"You can't manhandle me like that," you said in a weak voice.
"We'll talk about it next time."
One hand was rubbing your legs, from feet upwards, the other took care of your arms. You rested your head on his chest.
"Don’t fall asleep," Neji rasped to your ear.
"Are you angry at me?"
"Yes."
"I can't control the weather, you know."
He sighed.
"I know. I'm sorry."
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Shino
You always liked missions, where it was just the two of you. You seemed to understand each other well, both operating the best in silence. Shino was your only teammate you felt comfortable with, when you were not talking- he was giving you the space to simply exist, without wasting energy on socialising.
Since you both were mostly living in your pretty closed up worlds, you didn't expect him to notice, that you were not doing great.
You decided to spend the night under the trees, but the temperature dropped too low.
You tried to fall asleep, burying yourself under the thick layers of sleeping bag, a blanket, and your coat, but you just felt too cold.
"Your limbs are too cold," you heard a voice from under another tree, where Shino earlier took his bedroll.
"My limbs and everything else," you answered, trying not to sound too whiny.
"How do you know? You're cold too?"
"No, my bugs told me."
"Oh, right."
You thought it would end on this simple exchange, but a moment later you heard some noise. You lifted your head to see Shino dragging his sleeping bag to you.
You quietly observed, as he placed it close to your body and knelt on the ground. As if it wasn't surprising enough, he took off his coat. Which he rarely had been taken off.
He placed it at the top of your mound.
"Thank you," you said, really touched by his kindness. "But aren't you cold now?"
"I suggest we cuddle," answer Shino, which made you question everything you had known about him to this moment.
"Kiba taught me this on long missions," he explained, shrugging his arms.
"Oh," you suddenly felt... butterflies. And they were not Shino's. "Sure, we can cuddle."
He lay down as close to you as he could and snuggled to your side. You looked up - it was nice to see his dark brown hair, usually hidden under a hood. You never saw Shino's face from this close. The dark glasses were shielding his eyes, as always, and you thought how nice it would be to see them.
"You're staring at me," said Shino.
"I can't see if you're doing the same," you replied, which was a sneaky move from you, you had to admit.
As you were hoping to, he took off his glasses, sliding them on the top of his head.
His eyes were dark, with surprisingly long lashes casting shadows on his cheeks.
You lost your words for a minute, just admiring how beautiful they were.
And realizing how hot you were getting.
"I think cuddling works," noticed Shino in a deep voice.
hai haiii ♥︎_♥︎ congrats on your masters!!!! im devouring ur naruto fics, u write them so good especially kakashi..
could I request headcanons of naruto men (shino, naruto, kakashi, sasuke and u pick others if u want) and fem reader when she's pmsing pls? thanks 🌞
How they deal with you during your luteal/PMS phase | Shikamaru, Might Guy, Kiba, Kakashi, Shino, Naruto, Sasuke & Itachi
.✦ ݁˖ Proofread: Ngl, kinda! Warnings: AFAB!reader, fluffy & domestic (some of 'em), mild profanity, mildly suggestive (Kiba, duh!), and some humor to lighten the mood. Shino's section contains mentions of insects. Readers are free to scroll past if these specific character interpretations or themes do not align with their comfort levels.
A/n: Thank YOUUU, sweet nonnie! I really appreciate it <3 I'm also happy you enjoy my AUs. I've been writing your request for a few days now, sorry it took so long! Malina helped me with the Kiba part, otherwise I'd have to put an MDNI here 😭 Also debuting Shino (and Guy) in my headcanons. Look who's also getting confident writing the Uchihas 😝 (I did consider making the reader and Naruto cry, but it was funnier in my head, tho)
Tag list: @ichxraaa | @itachispetrock | Tag list is OPEN for all AUs, please comment or DM me so I can add you to whatever you want to be tagged in <3
Enjoy! 🤍
Shikamaru
The violent thwack of the kitchen knife against the cutting board was the only thing tethering you to sanity. The summer heat pressing through the open windows at Shikamaru's house was unbearable enough on its own, but the vicious cramps radiating through your pelvis made the air feel too thick to breathe.
Your humor had been a shitty one since yesterday, and now your whole body ached and the cramps were almost eating you alive. Your PMS symptoms couldn't have started at a worse time.
You chopped another carrot, your knuckles white, the sound a little too sharp, a little too loud. You poured your frustration into the blade, pretending that if you struck hard enough, you might miraculously sever the ache right along with the vegetables.
Your hormones were a frayed wire, leaving you feeling like a raw nerve exposed to the open air. Behind you, the soft slide of the shoji screen signaled your boyfriend's arrival.
"Are you trying to intimidate dinner into cooking itself, or can I safely confiscate that?" Shikamaru teased, his voice with that familiar laziness that instantly made your jaw clench.
Really not the time, Shikamaru!
You slammed the knife down and gripped the counter, squeezing your eyes shut as another wave of pain ripped through your lower abdomen. Your feelings were now too intense, even for your own liking, and you were so not about to start a fight with him or end up crying over whatever it was that you were feeling.
You knew exactly how his mind worked; he avoided volatile emotions, so you fully expected him to turn his lazy feet right back around to avoid your hormonal wreckage.
"I'm fine, Shikamaru. Just let me cook," you snapped, though your voice quivered entirely too much to be convincing.
"Yeah, you look perfectly fine," he deadpanned, his tone dripping with dry sarcasm. He stepped right up behind you, his chest pressing lightly against your back as he removed the weapon from your tight grip.
"You're a terrifying woman when your uterus is angry, and I'd rather not bleed out in my own kitchen." You sighed and allowed him to move your body away from the counter.
Twelve agonizingly slow steps. That was exactly how long it took him to guide your exhausted body out of the stifling heat and into the cool shaded sanctuary of the living room.
He guided your sore body down, maneuvering you carefully until you were lying on your side atop a plush zabuton cushion, your back pressed securely against his folded legs.
His fingers found the exact base of your spine. His thumbs kneaded deeply into the aching lumbar muscles, applying a heavy pressure that instantly softened the tension right out of your pissed nervous system.
You let out a shaky whimper, the pain slowly draining out of you. "Aren't you supposed to be complaining about how troublesome I am?"
"You are troublesome. But you're my trouble," he replied with a lazyish smile. "And if I let you keep cooking, we'd be eating pulverized carrots. Close your eyes. I'm ordering takeout."
You went completely pliable against his legs as his thumbs continued their heavy, rhythmic pressure along your spine. "Thank you, Shikamaru," you huffed, your eyelids growing heavy.
He didn't say anything too sentimental back. Shikamaru was not a grand monologue type of guy, but he was always there for you, no matter the situation. He stretched his right arm, grabbing a woven fan from the low table to cool the sticky summer air around you.
"Yeah. I got you, baby," was the last thing he breathed before you drifted into a well-deserved nap.
Might Guy
Hiding in the darkness of your bedroom closet seemed like a brilliant plan until your spine locked up against the fluffy mat on the hardwood floor. But you refused to move as the unbearable ache radiating through your abdomen made the thought of uncurling your legs sound like absolute torture.
You buried your face deeper into the thick wool of your oversized sweater, praying the shadows would swallow you whole before he returned.
Too late.
You heard the front door open. It was followed by the relentlessly cheerful voice that usually made your heart flutter, but today simply made you wince.
Might Guy tracked your cycle with the exact same dedication he applied to his eight-gates training. He kept a very detailed color-coded calendar taped to the inside of the bathroom cabinet. He knew exactly what week it was. And worse, he knew exactly what was recommended for the pain.
He had read about it in a wellness magazine and immediately consulted Tsunade to confirm the method's validity. Her simple "yes" was all it took for him to draft an entire dynamic stretch plan specifically for your cycle.
"My beautiful lotus!" his voice echoed down the hallway, the floorboards literally shaking under his enthusiastic strides. "It is time to embrace the healing power of the dynamic stretch!"
You held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut.
Please don't find me here. Please, please...
Guy could find you in any crowd, anywhere, at any moment. So when the closet door swung open, flooding your dark sanctuary with blinding afternoon light, you were not entirely surprised.
He stood in the doorway with his hands planted on his hips. His signature gleaming smile softened the second his dark eyes locked onto your miserable form.
His large hand encircled your ankle securely. He eased you out of the closet with a smooth continuous pull, completely ignoring your pathetic whine of protest.
"I am NOT doing yoga, Guy," you croaked. "Let me die in the dark."
"Nonsense!" he declared, though his volume was noticeably dialed down to a rumbling baritone.
He scooped you up effortlessly, cradling your body against his bulky chest. "The Springtime of Youth does not surrender to uterine distress! But," he paused, pressing a kiss to your temple, "it does allow for negotiation."
He carried you to the center of the tatami mat and laid you down lovingly.
"Negotiation?"
"Three modified stretches," he bargained. "Ten minutes of deep breathing to open your chakra pathways." He leaned in closer to finish his proposal. "And in return, I will personally carry you to the onsen and feed you sweet dumplings until you fall asleep in my arms."
"Can we do sweet dumplings first and then hot springs?" you asked with pleading puppy eyes.
"You got yourself a deal, my lotus!" He chanted, helping you stand up straight so you could begin your stretching session.
Kiba
The ruthless ache anchored deep in your pelvis made simply existing feel like an impossible task; your head ached so bad it felt like it was about to explode. You traded your jeans for sweatpants after you came home from work, and collapsed onto the edge of the mattress, waiting for the painkillers to finally kick in. You tossed and turned against the sheets, desperate for any kind of release from the discomfort.
You didn't hear the front door open, only the faint click of your bedroom door that barely registered over the hammering in your head. What gave him away was the sudden shift in the air, a clear trace of petrichor and pine creeping into the room.
Kiba leaned lazily against the doorframe, his wolf-like eyes raking over your messy form. A wicked smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn, you look so hot. Is all that for me?"
What was wrong with men and their weird habit of finding you hot on your absolute worst days? I'm in literal sweatpants.
You didn't even have the energy to glare at him properly. "Kiba, please, not today," you grunted, burying your feverish face into your hands. "This is not the time nor the place."
A low puff of amusement escaped him. He pushed off the wood, crossing the room with padded steps.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he murmured. "I could smell your hormones dropping from a mile away, duh."
You let out a heavy sigh, wanting nothing more than to curl into a miserable little ball. "Then let me suffer in peace. Bye."
You didn't even get the chance to fully roll away. The mattress dipped heavily behind you, his arm surrounding your waist, keeping you in place as his broad chest pressed closer against your spine.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his tongue dragging a slick line against your skin. The sharp inhale he took and the soft heat of his mouth sent a comforting wave straight down your back.
"Well," he teased, his voice dropping into a rough but incredibly suggestive beat. "I know a few ways to ease the ache."
He shifted closer, his warmth acting as the perfect human heating pad against your lower back, but the friction of his hips pressing into you told a slightly different story.
"Besides," his teeth nipped against your pulse point, his feral edge completely melting into an intoxicating devotion. "This drop in your scent always drives me insane."
You finally turned to face him, staring right into his eyes. You batted your eyelashes, your defenses crumbling as he leaned in closer and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.
His left hand slid down your back, his fingers massaging firmly against your lower spine. The heavy pressure relieved the tension for a second, pulling a relieved sigh from your throat.
"Hmm, Kiba. That feels so much better," you breathed, leaning your weight completely into his hold.
"I know, baby. I gotcha," was the only thing he managed to mutter before pressing his forehead against yours. He then dropped his face to your collarbone, biting gently at the sensitive skin. He pulled the thick blanket over both of you, entwining his legs with yours so you were surrounded by his heat.
"Gosh, your body heat is literally magic," you cooed, the cramps finally starting to ease under his touch.
"See? Even when you want to kick me out, your body literally can't resist me, huh? C'mere, let me show you another way to make the pain go away."
Kakashi
Staring at merchant trade maps for six hours straight was exhausting on a good day, but doing it while your uterus felt like a literal war zone was pure torture. You had fought tooth and nail for the Village Liaison position at the Hokage's tower, but the physical toll of your cycle had entirely eclipsed any sign of your ambition today.
You had spent the entire morning trying to hide the gnawing waves of cramps that kept pulling you out of your focus, and you thought you were hiding it well enough from the rest of the tower staff, but you could never hide it from Kakashi.
He was in the building quite often most days, reviewing mission reports or tending to the Hokage’s endless requests. Lately, he had been using those tasks as a thinly veiled excuse to loiter in your workspace, casually claiming the lavender armchair in the corner as his official spot, and turning the pages of his crude orange book while you deciphered trade manifests in total silence. Except today, that silence felt heavy, charged with the weight of his unblinking attention.
He didn't stare, of course, that would be too obvious even for him, but he was a man who noticed everything. He watched the pained flicker of your eyelids when you stood up to reach a high shelf, and how you pressed your lips into a thin line every time you sank back into your chair.
He recognized the subtle signs of physical distress a little too well.
It wasn’t until he looked away from his book to check on you that he finally understood the real reason behind it. When you pulled a small blister pack of pills from your bag, his eye caught the label in a split second, the pieces clicking together right before him.
Oh, so you were feeling that kind of pain.
Now, back in the comfort of your own place after a dreadful day at the office, you groaned, trying to find a proper position in your bed. You pulled the thick duvet completely over your head as another crushing contraction tore through your abdomen and legs.
The weight of the afternoon dragged on until a knock at your front door finally broke the silence.
"Who is it?"
“Hey. It's me," came Kakashi's muffled, lazy drawl.
You dragged yourself out of bed, opening the door just a crack. He stood there in his standard casual clothes, holding a stack of trade route maps you had intentionally left behind at the archives.
"You left these on the desk," he lied effortlessly, because he knew you didn’t have any plans on bringing work home. A quick brow pinch of genuine concern betrayed his casual posture the second he saw how pale your face was.
"Thanks, Kakashi, but honestly... not today. I clocked out thirty minutes ago," you mumbled, leaning your head against the doorframe, far too exhausted to deal with office talk, or any talk for that matter.
“I see… It’s fine. Why don’t you go get some rest? I'll just leave these on the kitchen island.” His eye curved into a softened gaze as he blatantly ignored your dismissal, slipping right past you and into your apartment. You were in too much pain to argue.
“Right. Just don’t… mind the mess, please,” you sighed in defeat, promptly retreating back to the dark sanctuary of your bedroom.
When you finally woke up from a two-hour nap, the simmering coil in your stomach had dulled to a manageable ache, so you decided to stand up and at least tidy up what you could. But the moment you shuffled out into the living room, you stopped dead in your tracks.
It wasn't deep-cleaned, but the piles and piles of stray papers were organized. The coffee mug you’d left out was rinsed alongside the small pile of dirty dishes from the night before, and the heart-warming smell of a covered bowl of fresh Okayu drifted from the stove.
Sitting on the kitchen counter, right next to a glass of water and a blister pack of the exact same painkillers he had seen you taking, was his worn, overfamiliar orange book. A small sticky note was slapped onto the cover, his characteristically messy handwriting scribbled hastily across the paper.
“Hopefully this helps you laugh a bit through the pain :) It usually works for me. I’ll come by later. — K”
Shino
You were the type who treated physical ailments like a personal challenge. While most people would immediately reach for a bottle of pain relievers, you preferred to raw dog your way through it.
Every. Single. Time.
Today, however, the twisting cramps in your lower abdomen were testing all limits of your resolve.
You were curled tightly on the edge of the living room rug, your jaw locked as you forcefully tried to focus on the scroll in your lap. A vicious spike of pain tore through your core again, pulling a small gasp from your throat.
Shino had been observing you from the other side of the room for the last ten minutes. His dark glasses completely concealed his eyes, but his (hyper) focused posture gave him away. He noticed your shallow breathing and the way your knuckles turned stark white against the parchment every second, and at this point, he'd had enough.
He knew your stubbornness intimately, he knew you way too well, aware that if he offered a soothing cup of medicinal tea or suggested you lie down, your knee-jerk reaction would be to wave him off.
So, he simply bypassed the argument at once.
His ghost-like footsteps barely registered before he dropped onto the floor right behind you. His arms slid around your waist, pulling your back flush against his solid chest, his soothing touch already consuming you.
"Shino, I'm fine," you grunted, though your voice lacked any real conviction.
"You are not! Why? Because your body language suggests otherwise." His deep voice was a rumble against your spine. "And you do not have to prove your endurance to me."
He didn't give you the chance to argue. His hands found their way under your sweater and moved to rest directly over your stomach. The hum of his chakra resonated against your skin as he quietly ordered his kikaichu to disperse across your abdomen, completely hidden beneath the fabric layers.
A flowing heat bloomed across your skin. It was far more effective than anything you could’ve tried, melting into your muscles and making you relax instantly. The relief was so jarring that a heavy sigh ripped its way out of your chest, making your hardheaded posture completely dissolve as your head fell back onto his shoulder.
"Better," he wooed, his thumb gently stroking the skin near your waistband.
"Sneaky," you breathed through a small chuckle, closing your eyes to relax under his touch.
"Efficiency requires a silent approach," he cooed, adjusting his high-collared coat to completely envelop you in his warmth.
Naruto
“Shiiit,” you cursed as you dropped the laundry basket. The loud clatter of plastic spilling clothes echoed against the hardwood as you sank down right beside it, completely winded. The pain in your lower back finally peaked into an overpowering cramp.
The front door swung open, hitting the wall with a loud thump.
"I'm HOOOOOME—" Naruto's happy voice rang through the apartment, cutting off into a gasp as he saw you on the floor. He took in the scattered laundry and your trembling form curled on the floor, tension gripping his jaw.
He dropped his takeout bags and crossed the distance in a millisecond, dropping to his knees with panic in his eyes. "Who did this? Are we under attack? What happened?“ he babbled.
His hands hovered over your body like he was terrified he might break you, inspecting you for any signs of injuries.
"Naruto," you croaked, taking a deep breath, "It's just my cycle."
He blinked.
The trepidation fully drained from his face, replaced by pure relief.
"Oh. Oh." He let out a nervous laugh, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "Right. Okay. Yeah, yeah, I totally knew that."
He scooped you right off the floor, pulling your frame flush against his chest.
His body ran notoriously hot, so the immediate friction of his skin against yours acted like a giant human heating pad against your cramping muscles.
"I brought Ichiraku for you," he coaxed, carrying you toward the bedroom. He deposited you carefully onto the mattress, pulling the blanket right up to your chin.
"Don't move, I'll be right back."
He sprinted back down the hall to retrieve the abandoned takeout and returned with the brown bags, crawling in beside you to share his body heat once again.
"We are getting you comfortable, and I am feeding you noodles until you feel better," his voice losing its goofy edge and settling into something more tender, more caring.
You didn't even have the energy to say you weren't really hungry as he unpacked the takeout containers directly onto the bed. He blew on a cluster of noodles to cool them down for you, completely determined to heal your pain with pork broth and his unadulterated love.
Sasuke
You were staring at the glass jar on the kitchen counter with burning rage. What should have been a minor inconvenience had quickly escalated into a wave of hormonal fury.
The metal lid refused to budge, your hands shaking as you twisted it again, the friction burning your skin.
“Why won’t you open, you little—”
Sasuke leaned against the doorframe, silently watching you wage war against the inanimate object. It was almost funny.
Almost.
But he knew any wrong move would result in that havoc being projected somewhere else, or worse, onto someone else. He was smarter than that; he would not volunteer as a tribute to this impending massacre happening in the kitchen of your shared house.
When you finally slammed the jar down and let out a frustrated sob, he pushed off the wood. He knew your cycle made your emotions swing out of control, way more than you even admitted most of the time, turning the smallest obstacles into total tragedies.
He stepped into the room, closing the distance between you. Reaching past your shoulder, he took the glass from your grip, gave it a single twist, and the lid popped open.
“Thank you, Sasuke…” You could barely look at him. “It's stupid," you choked out, wiping the tears of frustration spilling over your lashes. "I'm just so mad for no reason."
Sasuke set the jar aside and took you in his gaze. He didn't offer a logical solution or tell you to calm down, because he knew that would only make the situation infinitely worse. Instead, he turned you around and pulled you tight against his body.
"I know," he hushed, his fingers tangling into your hair to gently press your face into the crook of his neck.
You gripped his shirt, letting the irrational anger and frustration evaporate. He steadied you right there in the middle of the kitchen, swaying you slightly to calm you down in the ways he knew best.
"Take your time," he breathed against your temple, his reassuring presence absorbing every ounce of your oscillating mood.
Itachi
You had spent the last twenty minutes reorganizing the books and scrolls on Itachi's bookshelf. His diligent nature usually made this a calming task for you, and you took pride in helping him, but today, you were desperate to burn off the stifling wave of hormonal anxiety clawing at your chest.
Every little thing felt too intense.
The binding of a heavy medical text refused to sit properly against the others, and the minor inconvenience actually made your eyes burn with frustrated tears.
“Why can’t you stay put—” you hissed, forcefully shoving the book into place.
"The categorizations are color-coded, yet you have placed anatomy in the center of the summoning section."
You jumped violently, and your shoulder slammed hard into the edge of the wooden shelf.
“Oh, fuck,” you hissed, instinctively grabbing your collarbone as the stinging pain radiated down your arm.
The room fell dead silent.
Itachi was standing in the doorway. You hadn't even sensed his presence until now, but his dark eyes were already analyzing the tense line of your spine.
"Are you alright?”
"I'm fine." You swallowed hard, turning around and forcing a counterfeit smile. "It's just my shoulder. I’m… doing some rearranging."
He didn't even blink.
He stepped fully into the room, his presence crowding out your messy energy. "I did not take you for the kind that would ever lie," he observed, stopping just a breath away from you. "Especially to me."
The gentle chastise completely dissolved your defenses. Your fake smile faded while your hands dropped uselessly to your sides, the exhaustion of your mood swing finally showing.
“Sorry, ‘tachi. I guess my body is just being difficult," you whispered, feeling ridiculous in front of him. "I'm overwhelmed for absolutely no reason.”
He reached out, his long fingers catching your wrist to guide you away from the shelf. With all the care in the world, he gathered you into his arms, wrapping you in a cocoon of his radiating warmth and safety.
"You do not need a reason to seek comfort,” he cooed, his chin coming to rest gently on the crown of your head.
You surrendered instantly, burying your face in the soft cotton of his black yukata. His hand settled firmly between your shoulder blades, his thumb mapping a slow circle to anchor your racing thoughts. He was content to just stand there and hold you together until the storm in your mind and body passed.
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summary: how they kiss you.
pairing: choji, gaara, kankuro, kiba, naruto, neji, rock lee, sasuke, shikamaru and shino.
genre: fluff; suggestive.
warnings: mentions of making out? just in case you feel uncomfortable.
wc: 0.9k
➳ gaara, neji and sasuke
slow, gentle, lingering. he touches your skin as if it were the finest porcelain, the most delicate crystal. all the strength he has built through years of training dissipates in a single breath: before you, he is nothing but a man overcome by desire. and yet, there is tenderness, enchantment.
when your face rests in his hands — the soft warmth of your cheeks tickling his fingers, shivers running down the base of him neck; your pupils wide, gazing at him as if he were the most beautiful work of art — when the distance between noses and lips is no more than a breath... oh, my dear, he reaches a new state of existence. pure love courses through his veins when, at last, your lips meet.
every hesitation, every fear melts away in the sliding of lips, the intertwining of tongues. he kisses you as if time itself had bowed to your shared pleasure. one hand slips down to your waist; the other cradles the back of your neck. he leans you back, carefully, while exploring your mouth with a thirst as though seeking something unnamed. if you moan, he echoes the sound. your sigh is his sigh. for an instant, it’s as if you are one body, one heartbeat. without a doubt, your hearts beat in unison.
when your lips part, a thin thread of saliva still connects you. he smiles softly, kisses the tip of your nose, and whispers a syrupy — but sincere — compliment. most of the time, he blinks in bliss and declares:
— you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
➳ kankuro, kiba, shikamaru and shino
provocative, overwhelming, playful. it’s a dangerous game. he towers over you, all muscle and presence, and the weight of it is, paradoxically, thrilling. his touch is like live embers against your skin, setting you ablaze from within, igniting that hunger only he can stir. your body opens before him like an offering, and his sharp eyes strip you bare. you are a raw nerve in his hands — and he knows it.
he approaches slowly, testing your limits and his own. his hands slide along your hips, drawing you closer. his nose brushes yours, promising a kiss… only to trail across your cheek and settle in the curve of your neck. he lingers there, breath hot against your skin, making you shiver all the more. then, as if testing how much you can endure, he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses, as though writing his name along your neck.
you rise on your toes, fingers clutching his shoulders, when the soft bites begin. a strangled “please” bursts from your throat — but he only shifts to the other side, repeating the same sweet torture. his low, heavy laugh rumbles near your ear as you squeeze your thighs together, begging for a kiss that never seems to come. your neck burns, and you already know there will be marks to hide later.
and still, he lingers, teasing and teasing, pressing his body against yours, hands firm on your hips, thumbs sketching circles dangerously close to your lower back, breath scorching the base of your ear. when your second “please” slips out, something inside him breaks. his grip tightens, his breathing falters. he stares at you with pupils blown wide, desire blazing in his gaze.
he kisses you as if you were the reason for his unraveling — and you are. just as he is yours. his lips devour yours, licking and biting as though his life depended on it. his hands roam every inch they can reach, but always return, obsessed, to your thighs, eager to lift you and carry you to any place where he can claim more of you. it’s wet, a little messy, almost desperate. but it’s good. so good it makes your stomach tingle with delicious anticipation.
at some point, he pulls away, gasping for air, breath as ragged as yours. he looks at you as if you were already bare in his lap.
— you’re going to… ah… destroy me — he whispers.
➳ chōji, naruto and rock lee
nervous, eager, messy. his body collides with yours without warning, euphoria pushing every inch of him against you. his hands don’t know where to land, where to cling; they wander aimlessly over your hips, waist, back, chest, nape, cheeks… he is everywhere and nowhere at once.
the space knots around you. breath falters. time slips away between sighs and laughter — especially when your teeth clash, sounding like glass cracking. he pauses for a few seconds, gazing at you in pure devotion. his grip on your waist loosens as his hands rise to your cheeks. always. no matter how frantic the path, the final stop is always your cheeks, where his hands rest as if they belonged there.
he doesn’t restart right away, lost in a near-sacred contemplation. then, he kisses your forehead, the space between your eyes, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your chin. quick, unbroken. not seductive, yet it still makes your toes curl. it’s playful, lighthearted — and you burst into laughter, squirming in his embrace as his kisses trail down to your collarbone, his hands slipping back to your waist, tickling your belly and neck.
he catches your bottom lip mid-laugh, swallowing your giggles with his restless mouth. he kisses you as if you were his own amusement park. you stumble blindly through the room, bumping into furniture, tripping over each other’s feet, laughing at every misstep. amid the chaos, hands and feet suddenly anchor, searching for balance. it’s a small earthquake, but your mouths don’t part, your foreheads don’t separate.
laughter hovers there, suspended on your lips only inches apart. it melts into a smile in the blink of an eye, into a quick peck, into soft kisses just below your eyes, into noses brushing lightly together. you open your mouth to speak, but he’s faster — he always is: — i love you.
