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You shifted slightly with a soft hum, letting the warm sand sink beneath your feet. The murmur of the ocean was calm, steady—like it was accompanying the light conversation you were sharing with Zuko. Sitting on your towel, facing the quiet horizon, you could hear Aang and Katara laughing somewhere in the distance, probably chasing Momo through the waves.

Toph, meanwhile, was sprawled out on the sand with her arms and legs stretched wide, like a carefree starfish. You wondered, not without a hint of envy, if she had already fallen asleep. She probably had—the girl was calm, solid as a rock.

Zuko was sitting beside you.

It was… strange seeing him like this.

You had always known him tense, carrying the weight of being the Fire Lord even in the simplest moments. But now, with the breeze brushing through his dark hair and his expression relaxed, he seemed like someone entirely different.

“It’s a beautiful place, Zuko… thank you,” you murmured softly.

Your gaze lingered on his hands for a second too long—large, steady hands moving with unexpected gentleness as he brushed a few dark strands away from his face.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied with a small smile.

His golden eyes met yours, and for a moment, there was something there. Something warm. Soft.

Your heart skipped.

You probably imagined it… right?

Yeah. That had to be it.

You were about to say something—anything to fill the silence that suddenly felt too aware—but Sokka appeared out of nowhere, returning from the bar with three drinks in hand.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much… although that would be flattering,” he said, winking at you dramatically.

The joke was terrible.

And precisely because of that, you couldn’t help the smile slipping out.

His hand trembled slightly as he handed you your drink.

“Here you go,” he added before turning to Zuko. “And this one’s yours. Hope you go completely wild tonight.”

Zuko blinked, visibly confused, unsure how to respond.

You bit your lip, holding back a laugh.

Their dynamic… never stopped being ridiculously entertaining.

…

You remained seated on the towel, drink in hand, watching the waves roll in and out… but not really seeing them.

Something inside you had dimmed.

Maybe it was the way Katara looked so radiant under the sun—so beautiful, so confident. Even Toph, lying there without a care in the world, seemed more… secure. More comfortable in her own skin than you had ever felt.

You let out a quiet sigh.

“Are you okay?” Zuko’s voice came closer than you expected.

You turned your head slightly. He wasn’t relaxed anymore—he was watching you with that quiet attentiveness of his, the kind that always seemed to see more than you said.

“Yeah… just tired,” you lied, lowering your gaze to the drink in your hands.

A brief silence.

“That didn’t sound very convincing,” Sokka added nearby.

You huffed softly. “Didn’t know you were an expert in emotions now.”

“I am,” he shot back without hesitation. “Especially when someone’s making that face.”

“What face?”

“That ‘I’m fine’ face when you’re clearly not.”

You rolled your eyes, though without much energy to argue. You took a small sip, the bitterness of the alcohol warming your throat uncomfortably. Zuko, meanwhile, stayed quiet.

Instead, you felt his hand brush against yours—just barely, like he was testing whether you’d pull away.

You didn’t. You didn’t have the strength to.

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly.

His tone was different. Softer. Closer.

Something in your chest tightened.

“I’m not pretending…”

“Yes, you are,” Sokka cut in, this time without his usual teasing tone. “And it’s weird, because you’re usually terrible at lying.”

You looked at him, ready to snap back—but the words didn’t come.

Because they were right.

You dropped your gaze again, that uncomfortable knot forming in your throat.

“It’s just that…” you started, but stopped.

What were you even going to say?

That you didn’t feel like enough. That even surrounded by them, part of you still felt out of place.

Ridiculous.

You shook your head. “Forget it.”

But this time, Zuko didn’t let you slip away so easily.

His hand moved, covering yours completely. His warmth contrasted with the cool ocean breeze.

“Look at me,” he said.

You hesitated.

But you did. And there it was again—that look.

“You’re not out of place here. You know that, right?”

You blinked, startled, something inside you wavering.

“Then why does it feel like it?” you murmured.

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was… heavy.

Sokka sighed softly beside you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because your head is a terrible place to live sometimes. Trust me, I’ve got experience.”

That earned a small smile from you.

“But that doesn’t make it true,” he added, leaning closer.

Zuko didn’t look away. “If you could see yourself the way we see you…” he started, then trailed off.

“It’d be a lot harder for you to think like that,” Sokka finished with a half-smile.

Heat crept up your face. “You’re exaggerating…”

“No,” Zuko said firmly. His thumb brushed lightly against your skin—a small gesture, but enough to make you lose your train of thought. “We’re not.”

The air shifted.

Heavier. Closer.

Sokka rested an arm behind you, close enough for you to feel him without it being overwhelming. “Besides,” he added with a crooked smile, “if you weren’t amazing… why do you think we’re here with you instead of annoying someone else?”

A soft laugh escaped you—this time more genuine. “That proves nothing.”

“Of course it does,” he said. “I don’t share my time with just anyone.”

“Neither do I,” Zuko added, not breaking eye contact.

That didn’t sound like a joke.

…

You met Zuko through Sokka.

At first, it was… complicated. But slowly, you started to understand who he really was—beyond the rigid posture and intimidating stare, there was someone patient, restrained… deeply gentle.

And despite everything—the war, the title, the weight they both carried as friends of the Avatar—they still held onto something that completely disarmed you:

That simplicity. That way they were with you, like… you were enough.

Even if you still struggled to believe it.

And yet, here you were now between them, in the beautiful bedroom Zuko ordered to prepare so you could rest, except you wouldn’t do that tonight—you kiss Sokka while Zuko trailed wet kisses down your neck, his hands exploring your body with a certain hesitance while Sokka worked at the knots of your bikini.

You pulled away from Sokka just enough to breathe, but he chased your lips, trying to drag the kiss out longer. A soft kiss brushed your cheek before a hand gently turned your head—Zuko’s lips grazed the corner of your mouth before claiming you fully, while Sokka pressed kisses along your jaw.

The sudden air against your now bare skin, paired with Sokka’s firm grip on your ass, tore a moan from your throat—one Zuko swallowed with a low, approving sound.

His movements were slow at first, almost unsure, like he was learning you—until he found the right angle and kissed you properly. Deep. Consuming. His tongue dragging against yours in a way that made your breath hitch. It was hungry—devouring you like a man starved, leaving you breathless.

God… you were almost certain your collarbones and chest were flushed red from the relentless attention of Sokka’s mouth.

Zuko pulled back, breath uneven, eyes dark with desire—just like Sokka’s.

“Are you okay with continuing?” Sokka asked against your neck, then looked at you seriously.

Zuko pulled back slightly, waiting.

Waiting for your answer. And spirits—you felt so heard. So cared for.

They wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want. They wouldn’t. You nodded first, flushed and breathless before managing, “Yeah… I’m sure.”

Sokka was the first to take control, guiding you onto the bed—and for a second, you wondered if all three of you would even fit, because for the first time you really noticed the difference in their builds.

Sokka was only a few centimeters taller than Zuko, a bit leaner, but his muscles were well-defined. Zuko, on the other hand, was broader—his sturdier frame sometimes made him seem taller than he actually was.

And then there was you—between them, feeling smaller.

You sat slowly on the soft mattress, your gaze flicking from Sokka to Zuko, their eyes dark as they took you in. You could feel the slick heat between your thighs, your arousal already soaking your folds and inner thighs.

Your hands trembled—just slightly—as you reached for the waistband of their shorts, pushing them down slowly.

Zuko wouldn’t admit it out loud, but this was the first time anyone had ever sucked him off.

He watched you carefully while Sokka settled behind you, his cock already hard, right in front of your face.

Your eyes lingered on Zuko first.

His cock was… intimidating. Thick, veined, the head flushed with need, a few drops of pre-cum already sliding down the length of him.

Sokka’s, in contrast, was prettier—slightly curved, slimmer—but something told you he’d still make you cry.

You felt him behind you, brushing against your entrance. For a moment, you thought he’d push into your wet cunt—but he didn’t. Not yet.

Your hand, steadier now, wrapped around Zuko’s cock, moving slowly, timidly at first, stroking up and down—trying not to miss a single inch.

Zuko—usually so composed—struggled to keep his breathing steady.

Then he felt your mouth.

Warm. Wet. Wrapping around him.

Spirits… your lips stretched around him, and you were sure the corners of your mouth would ache later.

You tried to focus, but Sokka’s hands roaming your body made it impossible. His fingers dragged along your skin before pinching your nipples lightly, his lips leaving wet kisses along your neck.

A moan slipped out of you—vibrating around Zuko’s cock—and he let out a low groan in response.

Sokka’s fingers slid lower, almost playfully, finding the wet heat between your thighs.

He didn’t hesitate.

His fingers circled your clit slowly, teasing, drawing it out—making sure your orgasm stayed just out of reach.

Your muffled moans pressed against Zuko, your lips wrapped around him.

“Look at her… so wet. Such a dirty girl,” Sokka murmured hoarsely against your ear.

Then his arm slipped around your neck—not tight, but firm enough to guide you—keeping you right where he wanted you, still sucking Zuko’s cock.

Your half-lidded eyes lifted to Zuko, and you could see it—his control slipping, the tension in his jaw as he tried to hold himself together.

Your saliva dripped down your chin, making a mess of you.

A pretty mess.

You sucked him a few more times before pulling back for air, your tongue dragging slowly along his length, licking up the saliva that had gathered there.

Then you turned toward Sokka—your gaze hungry.

Yeah.

You were completely worked up. His fingers left your heat only long enough to lay you back on the bed.

He followed immediately, a crooked smile on his lips. For a brief second, warmth bloomed in your chest—something soft you couldn’t quite place—but it vanished the moment you felt lips press against your soaked folds.

Zuko.

A curse slipped from your mouth before it turned into a moan against Sokka’s lips, because he was already kissing you again while Zuko’s large hands spread your legs wider.

Your hand—no longer shy—slid into Zuko’s dark hair, guiding him, pressing him closer as he kissed your clit.

Something he was more than willing to keep doing.

Sokka’s hands covered your breasts, kneading your flesh like he couldn’t get enough. His mouth left yours just long enough to kiss your nipples before he straightened slightly, bringing his cock closer to your lips.

His fingers tightened in your hair. You didn’t hesitate. You took him into your mouth while Zuko ate you out.

You weren’t going to last.

Not when Zuko’s fingers slid inside you, searching for the right rhythm to push you closer to the edge. Sokka wasn’t far behind either—the way his grip on your hair tightened, the way he fucked your mouth—you were a fucking sight.

“That’s it… come for us.”

You whimpered as your climax crashed into you, your senses overwhelmed.

Sokka cursed under his breath before pulling away, spilling across your face.

You were too dazed to even process the feeling of his cum on your skin, though you vaguely registered him yelping, apologizing as he scrambled for something to clean you.

Zuko looked up at you from between your thighs, a little awkward, a little concerned—but there was something warm in his gaze that made your cunt clench again.

Sokka came back with a cloth, gently wiping your face. “You okay?”

You nodded weakly, letting out a breath. “Yeah… that felt good.” You wanted to keep going.

Spirits, you really did. Who knew if these two incredibly attractive men would ever fuck you again? Zuko helped you stand up, then turned you around so your back faced him and—

You yelped when he suddenly lifted you, your legs spreading instinctively as his strong arms held you up. You were completely exposed in front of Sokka—your flushed, swollen clit on full display. You were a show. You felt the tip of Zuko’s cock press against your entrance, making you gasp. “Relax,” he murmured against your ear.

You tried.

You really did.

Because when he pushed inside, it felt like he might split you in half—but it felt so good. Your wet cunt swallowed him whole. He gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move—slow at first, each thrust deeper than the last. Your body stretched around him, adjusting, taking more and more.

The angle—

God, the angle—

He was so deep, hitting your cervix with every thrust, making your mouth fall open, drool slipping past your lips. You couldn’t stop the moan that tore from your throat when he shifted slightly and—

There.

Your G-spot.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any better—

Sokka leaned in and started licking your clit. Your toes curled tightly, your whole body shaking from the overwhelming sensations crashing into you. You sobbed as you came hard, your body giving in completely—your release spilling out, soaking Sokka’s face. You squirt right in his face.

“Look at you… shameless. Getting him all messy too… is that payback?” Zuko murmured against your neck, amusement in his voice. You flushed harder—but before you could even try to apologize—

Sokka licked you clean. Completely.

Melting you all over again. “Did that make you clench? Fuck… such a dirty girl,” Zuko’s voice was strained now—he was close. Sokka’s hand slid over your stomach, pressing lightly, appreciating the bulge of Zuko inside you. You hadn’t even noticed it before. Spirits—it was too much. You weren’t going to last—

“I think she’s gonna come again… cute little thing,” Sokka murmured, kissing your stomach. Your vision went white as you came again, and Zuko followed right after, spilling inside you.

You felt dizzy, your breathing uneven as you tried to steady yourself. It had been a lot—but you weren’t complaining.

It felt too good. Zuko lowered you slowly, pulling out of you before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, letting Sokka catch you.

“That… was amazing,” you managed, breathless.

Sokka smirked. “Guess that means you want to keep going?”

“You’d be guessing right,” you replied weakly.

He pushed you until your back touched the bed, he put your legs up against your chest, your knees almost brushing your breasts, letting your legs rest comfortably on his shoulders as he slid back inside your still-sensitive cunt with ease.

He cursed. “Don’t think I’m gonna last… not after that show you put on earlier,” he groaned, kissing your neck, his hands gripping your chest, playing with your nipples until you whimpered as he start moving inside you—going deeper and deeper.

You weren’t going to last either.

The sounds of skin slapping, your soft cries—it all echoed in the room. You couldn’t focus on anything else. You were drunk on him. You trembled, pathetic, as you came again, tightening around him.

“Fuck… you’re so pretty. Look at you,” Sokka groaned, barely holding on before he finally came deep inside you.

You gasped when he pulled out, collapsing beside you. You didn’t need a mirror to know how wrecked you looked.

Zuko returned just then, holding a couple of damp cloths, already dressed in underwear—you hadn’t even noticed when he left.

“Did you bring one for me—” Sokka didn’t get to finish before Zuko tossed a cloth at his face, making him yelp indignantly.

That made you laugh softly, even if your body ached.

You tried to sit up, but Zuko stopped you, gently starting to clean you himself so tenderly.

And that—that made your stomach flutter.

Oh.

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You let out a long, breathless moan when you felt his tongue swirl around your nipple, his hand kneading your other breast, playing with the pert bud so skillfully that your toes curled. His other hand slid between your thighs, teasing your clit before slipping in one tentative finger, then another when he felt how eager your cunt was to take him in. His fingers easily found your G-spot, making you gasp and furrow your brows as you tugged at his messy topknot, pulling it loose while your fingers tangled in his soft raven locks.

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect. I love you so much,” he murmured against your now damp nipple, his voice strained before he began leaving wet, careless kisses across your chest, trailing up your collarbone and finally reaching your neck. “I want you… so much. Do you want me?” His voice came out hoarse against your ear, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

“Y-Yes, more…” you moaned breathlessly before blindly and clumsily seeking his lips.

You wanted him to ruin you tonight—Agni… only you knew how much you desired it, damn it. You rolled your hips against his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate for his rougher touches, for those rare moments when he let himself be carried away by his desires and frustrations from the day, and fucked you with more intensity.

You knew—knew that relationships were unfamiliar territory for Zuko, your husband. You had both been virgins when you married, and you loved how he treated you as if you were made of the finest porcelain. As if you might shatter at the slightest excess of force.

Despite his inexperience, he always made sure you came several times, never satisfied until you couldn’t speak—until the only thing you could moan was his name while he made love to you sweetly, your trembling legs draped over his broad shoulders, held securely by his strong arms. But he was never rough. He never showed that dangerous side—the one you could glimpse in his golden eyes while he moved slowly inside you, that darkness mixed with a tenderness that threatened to drown you so deliciously.

You craved it. You wanted—no, needed him to ruin you, him swearing as he took you, to mark you however many times he wished. You just wanted to see him lose control. You wanted to see that dominant, intimidating side he showed to others, knowing that once the haze of pleasure faded, Zuko would return to being your gentle, loving husband.

“I want more, Zuko… let go—promise I won’t break, please,” you panted against his lips, nearly rolling your eyes at the way his fingers brushed your G-spot so perfectly—it always felt so good. He looked at you, uncertain.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I want to be gentle with you,” he murmured, but by Agni, the way he looked at you… it was obvious he wanted to do so many filthy things to you.

His words and concern were appreciated, but right now you needed a good fuck—and if anything was clear, it was that you could be incredibly stubborn when you wanted something. Your hands cupped his face, looking at him with your best kicked-puppy eyes. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me, Zuko.” You tried to show him just how much you wanted this—and it worked. His lovely golden eyes darkened, a deep, wild desire swirling within them.

“Angel…” his jaw was tight, as if he were still holding onto the last threads of restraint. Not yet—he still wasn’t sure.

“Please, I need you, Zuko. I want you to ruin me.” As if you had cast a spell, Zuko finally gave in.

“You’ll have to do as I say,” he warned, holding himself back just a little longer, as if waiting for confirmation before pouncing on you. You nodded almost desperately—you couldn’t believe you’d gotten your way. Your clit throbbed with need at the shift in his tone.

You let out a broken moan when you felt his fingers slip out of you before dragging teasingly along your slit, reaching your needy clit. You thought he would stroke it—but instead he flicked it playfully, making you gasp in surprise. That little sound earned you a sharp slap to your cunt, catching you off guard.

“And if you can’t take it anymore… you say so.” His hoarse voice made you gasp, craving more—Agni, you really had done it. Before you could answer, another slap landed, and damn it—you hadn’t responded in time. His eyes showed mild disapproval.

“I-I will. I will,” you moaned, and the faint smile he gave you made you feel like his prey.

“Good girl,” he hummed, trailing down your chest and stomach, leaving a warm, wet path with his tongue. When his head settled between your thighs, you couldn’t stop moaning his name. His large hands gripped your thighs beneath your knees, holding you open as he buried himself in your heat, lips wrapping around your clit. The overwhelming pleasure made you tremble as you came for the first time that night.

His skilled fingers lazily traced your entrance, teasing before suddenly sinking into you. He pinned your legs down with one arm while continuing to suck and kiss your clit, driving you mad with overstimulation. You moaned and whimpered as he fucked you with his fingers, bringing you to a second orgasm. He didn’t stop, making the release inevitable—liquid spilling from you as you squirted all over his face. You felt a flicker of embarrassment, but it was his fault for pushing you this far.

With one last suck against your sensitive clit, he pulled away carelessly. Your uneven breathing filled the room—you foolishly thought he’d let you recover. But you had asked to be ruined.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he turned you around, putting you on all fours as he pushed inside you. Your moans broke apart as you struggled to even say his name. He pressed your head into the mattress, gripping your hair as he lifted your hips and drove into you, making your sensitive body writhe. “My wife, so fucking desperate for my cock,” he groaned, and heat flushed your face at his vulgar words, you whimpered pathetically when you felt his hips begin to beat a rhythm inside you, getting stronger and stronger, pounding against your cervix.

You moaned louder, a string of curses and pleas spilling from your lips, his name as a pray on them. He cursed against your shoulder blades, his thrusts growing rougher and faster. His grip tightened on your hips, surely leaving bruises.

"Fuck, you want me to come inside, don't you? Fill this tight little cunt with my seed... make you carry my heir." he growled against your neck. The filthy sounds of your bodies drove you insane, pushing you into another orgasm. You liked this side of him—a lot. You felt pleasure rapidly taking over all your senses. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and your toes curled, trembling and crying from the overwhelming pleasure. Zuko felt you squeeze him, surprised that you came so quickly. He growled softly, thrusting in as deep as he could and pounding away. Delighted to have you like this. "Look at you, soiling the sheets like that. What would the servants think of their Fire Lady?"

You couldn't respond—your senses were overwhelmed. He hummed in satisfaction, watching his beloved and adorable wife like this. He couldn't stand it anymore; he needed to see your face, needed to see it contort with pleasure. He gently pushed you back onto the bed before settling you on your back. But this time, he bent your legs toward your chest until your knees touched your breasts, brushing against your still-sensitive nipples—making you tremble. His muscular body pressed you against the mattress, holding you in that position, as he thrust his cock back inside you.

Surely the guards outside of your bedroom could hear every moan and whimper you let out. But if he wasn't fucking you so deeply, maybe you'd care. For now, you only kissed him back, deciding to deal with the gossip tomorrow.

"My wife... my wife..." he murmured, voice breaking slightly, clearly close. The expression of ecstasy on his face made you want to give him everything.

He pressed your lower abdomen, making you see stars as you felt him moving deep inside you. At the same time, he rubbed your clit, pushing you into a mind-numbing orgasm.

You felt your clit pulse plunge you into ecstasy as his thrusts slowed, coming deep inside you. The warmth of his release filled you as he continued moving slowly, until he finally collapsed on top of you, careful not to crush you.

“Are you alright, angel?” he asked after a while, leaving soft kisses on your neck before looking at you lovingly.

How were you even supposed to answer that?

Itachi

• After a while of getting to know you, he’ll find you adorable

• He’ll probably compare you to a cute little bean.

• It’s not meant in a bad way.

• However… the guy is very awkward.

• And unfortunately (or fortunately), his INFJ ass trusts you so much that he just can’t help but say it straight to your beautiful face. 😔

“You know… you really remind me of a bean,”

he’ll say while gently brushing your hair.

And you’ll just sit there speechless, unsure if you’ve just been complimented or mildly roasted.

(Lmfaoo—please do the first one, please, please, please)

• Absolute king of always making sure you’re okay and that you can reach things.

• Although… he will entertain himself a little by watching you struggle with your short-person problems.

• He’ll protect you both on the battlefield and inside the Akatsuki hideout.

• He won’t let the others joke about your height.

• Or use your head as an armrest, aaah.

• If you happen to be in an alternate universe where the massacre never happens, prepare your cute little butt for Mikoto gently teasing you about being smaller than her—while Itachi joins in with his mom to tease you.

• (Also be ready, because Fugaku will be hiding an amused smile while Sasuke is already gearing up to join the teasing. 😂)

He'll be careful with you.

He'll hold your hips very gently, too afraid of accidentally hurting you.

Your small stature allows him to lift you and put you in different positions.

They'll usually be the ones you're most comfortable with.

But what he likes most is when you ride him and you're the one setting the pace.

For Itachi, there's nothing sexier than watching you ride him

Who knows why he likes watching you use him for your pleasure?

He also likes to leave kisses on your neck, so he'll always find a way to get there.

(Even if it means bending his back to get there while he's thrusting into you, lmfao)

He'll always ask if you're okay or if he's hurting you.

This can kill the mood.

(Itachi, stop, your sweetheart is fine 😭 Focus on making them orgasm—haha)

Of course, his worries and some of his previous gentleness are quickly extinguished when You tell him it feels good and not to stop until you cum.

Shisui

man

this guy totally won you over with his charm

and his jokes about your height (you pretend to hate it—but you actually love it)

if he sees you struggling to reach something up high, he’ll probably stay right where he is while silently laughing

he’ll start laughing out loud the moment you turn to look at him

and then he’ll bolt when you start chasing him for making fun of you so much

sigh

he’ll definitely smile when you kick some bad guys’ asses after they make fun of you

you show him you don’t always need him to prove who’s the one in charge

even so, he’ll still call you pretty little thing while flashing that flirty smile

pfft

“You’re the perfect definition of ‘tiny but dangerous,’ love!”

he says while giving you a couple of pat pats on the head with that same smile that made you fall for him. You’re not sure whether to laugh or give him a playful punch on the shoulder, because he’s always teasing you about your height… who would’ve thought you’d end up missing those jokes someday.

He doesn't want to hurt you accidentally, so he always pays attention to how your body reacts.

He really likes to pin you face down on the mattress with a pillow under your stomach while he thrusts into you from behind.

Don't ask why but the guy has a fetish for that position for some reason.

He'll leave wet kisses on your shoulder while whispering dirty things in your ear.

His hands will be holding your hips or hands.

He'll ask you between moans if what he's doing feels good.

He knows you're enjoying it, but he likes to hear it from you.

He likes to see you moan beneath him, regardless of your height.

That's just how he is.

Neji

serious guy

he’s unlikely to joke about your height the first time he meets you

but he’s definitely judging your height in silence, lol

I see him as someone who’s interested in tall people, but if he falls for someone short he wouldn’t complain

the tall-people thing isn’t because of any specific preference, it’s just because it’s not something you see often in his clan

if his love interest is a woman, that interest would probably be stronger because almost all the girls in the Hyuga clan are pretty short (like Hinata), haha

he’ll most likely only start thinking you’re cute once you’re already in a serious relationship

and even then, the closest thing to a joke about your height would be something like:

“You know… if you stretch a little more every morning, maybe you’ll grow a few centimeters.”

…and then you’ll never hear anything like that again *sob* first and only time, aww

you’ll have to wait weeks or months to hear anything similar again

haha

since you’re so short, he’ll give you kisses on the forehead

partly because the forehead is a very special place for him because of… you know, the whole story behind the Caged Bird Seal

and also because it’s the only place he can reach without basically bending in half to reach your lips, lmfao

It's kind of AWKWARD

Don't get me wrong 😭 I'm sure it'll get better with time but…!

He doesn't know what position to get into at first, lmfao

You're such a cute little thing, he doesn't want to hurt you by accident

It would be so easy to slip up and crush you with his weight or something

Why did he think that you ask? I don't know

Ay

Anyways

Once he feels more comfortable

And you've found that perfect position and there's not so much awkward tension because neither of you knows what to do

The cute guy likes to hold your hands while he thrusts

He usually likes the missionary position but he also likes doing it standing up

He just picks you up, your legs in his arms holding you in the air

And when you throw your head back in pleasure, he won't miss the chance to kiss your neck