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your desperation was evident when he arrived home and you immediately approached him in a loose-fitting navy blue robe- certainly not yours judging by how it all but hugged your figure. he peered down at you when you wordlessly outstretched your arms to him, and his expression shifted once you were close enough that he could make out the mounds beneath the fabric. a thick arm hooks around your waist, his other taking a firm hold of your jaw for a kiss. madara loved you hard, an aggressive lover through and through. you were his, and he would make that fact apparent to everyone including you.

no other woman could match the energy madara exuded. you, however, were different. so much smaller than him, he clicked his tongue at your pitiful bow. your face remained unchanged, and you rose to look him in the eyes. madara felt something stir within him- he felt challenged, in a way. every woman before and without a doubt every woman after could not meet the eyes of the man, and if they did it was shaky and uncertain. never in a million years would he take such a woman’s hand. much to his fathers dismay.

it was much deeper than eye contact to him. to him, it was stability. it was significant of the fact that you matched him in beliefs and wits. to him, you were equal. you were weaker by many miles, but you were wise- somebody he would be proud to have by his side and make a mother.

marital manners were something quickly thrown out of the window though, because you matched him in one other thing.

desire. lust, you could say. you and madara were unapologetically attracted to each other in a carnal, unceremonious way. fuck making you shuffle around and bow to him in your own household. many would assume the two of you to follow such outlines firmly, but oh were they wrong.

even after he broke the kiss, your eyes stayed fixed on his face, searching for something. “what do you need, lover?” he’d break you from your little trance and you’d look him in the eyes, your fingers gripping wrinkles into his robe sleeves. “i need you, madara.” you’d purr.

and now you’re on top of him, his robe untied around you and the entire front of your bare body on display for him. ‘like an escort,’ he had chuckled when you tugged it free over top of him. “you look a fucking mess already, doll.” “for you, madara.” nothing sounded better than his name on your tongue. the two of you flash a sly smile at the other, like two animals pausing a fight for dominance before attacking the other. this time, it’s him. gloved firm fingers and a thumb nestle on each side of your neck, and he singlehandedly tugs you down by the throat to be centimeters from his face. “better be for me.” he squeezes and a breathless, silent yip comes from you. not from the action, but the sudden arousal it causes. “only you.” you weakly strain out. the pressure isn't enough to make you struggle, but enough to make you fuzzy. he nips part of his other glove between his teeth, unsheathing it and tossing it to the side. “let’s see what you’ve got for me then, hmm?” he murmurs, tugging you down into another kiss with one hand and the other finding it’s way to you already soaked cunt. a hot moan breaks from you and into his mouth at the contact, two thick fingers lazily rubbing at your clit.

it’s not long before he’s stretching you on them both- you make it so fucking easy for him. you choke when the hand around your throat pushes against you, separating the kiss with a breathless “phuahh..” from you. “pretty girl.” he smiles, admiring your fucked out face. “needed me home, didn’t you?” he gives your head a small shake, like you’re a toy he’s trying to get to work. “huh, doll?” “mhmm..” is all you can hum, catching your breath and swallowing the spit pooling behind your lower teeth. “it’s… it’s been two weeks…” you breathe, watching for his face to realize what you’re saying. “since i bled.” you can see the cogs turns behind those inky eyes of his, and your cunt throbs at the way they soften upwards.

you and madara fucked like rabbits when he was with you, but that was the thing. he wasn’t with you often, and when he was, it was horribly mistimed with your cycle. poor you had been left to get through every ovulation cycle on your own, left only with his robes soaked with the smell of oak, jasmine, and his musk.

“hahhh? is that what this is?“ his laughs send tremors through your body, still sitting atop him. “i’m still to give you an heir, aren’t i?” he chuckles, like it just slipped his mind. like that wasn’t the only reason you were arranged to be wed so quickly. everything is so hot to you that even that fact has got you tightening around nothing. the fact that such a traditional man is so lost in you he’s forgotten your joint marital duty. “mhmmm,” you hum, your hands finding their way to his chest, taking two handfuls of his breasts into your palm and softly raking your nails over them. “i’m still to carry it, madara.” your voice drips like syrup, and all he can think about is you, ripe with his child and in this same crested robe.

your cunt burns as he goes to the hilt, even when all you and your body needs is him, he’s still so big. “there you go, princess. you’ve got it.” he rumbles, licking his lips like he’s soaking up your noises and whines like an incubus. “fuck- you feel fucking good.” he shudders, pelvis to cunt with you. your legs are bent and your knees are to your shoulders, arms still drowned in fabric weakly splayed out across the futon. “you feel good- stretch me so good, madara-” you whine “yeah? do i, pretty girl? feels like this pussy was made for me,” he chuckles as you tighten around him at the statement, a weak whine crawling it’s way out of your throat. “jus’ for you, sir,” you weakly smile, and that title is enough for him to start moving.

your hands find your chest and you weakly squeeze and pinch at yourself while his cock splits you with each thrust, you feel so much but you’re somehow desperate for more. it’s not enough, you need more of him. “m-mada-raaa,” he fucks his name out of you, head tilting down at your pathetic little pleas. “more- i need f-fuh-hahhh.. fucking moreee,” you groan, eyes locking with his. he almost looks offended. “more? more??” he cackles.

in one swift movement, his hands are on either side of you and he’s leaning forward, still sheathed and curling you in on yourself with him. “you’re too fucking much, you know that, brat?” he hisses, punctuating that poisonous nickname with a small thrust that sends blissful agony shooting through your nervous system. “you take and take,” he pulls out, situating himself to stand on the balls of his feet now. “all you do is fucking take,” he buries himself- fully inside- balls practically to your fucking asshole, and you feel like you’ve fallen flat on your back with the wind that’s been knocked out of you. he's suddenly flush against every erogenous spot inside of you and you're sobbing. “but.. hahahh.. you’re so fucking perfect i just want to give.” for a moment, you swear you see red flash in those eyes of his. he looks crazed above you, eyes wide and weakly smiling, and you swear you’ve never felt more attracted to him.

you’ve already milked one load from him, warm cum shooting into you for maybe 20 seconds straight, but it’s not enough. he’s ramming it back into you, a milky white ring forming around the base of his cock as cum mixed with cream keep the two of you attached by strings of each other each time he pulls out, just to drive it directly back into you. you look fucking stupid on him, and he loves it. loves that pretty little fucked out face. loves bringing a hand up to smush your cheeks together and give you little smacks like he’s trying to wake you up. “thought you wanted more, doll.” “nghh.. i do… i want all of you- i need you, madara. you’re- hohhh, you’re all i n-need…” you pathetically babble. “you’ve got me, princess. i’ll fucking kill for you.” uchiha’s and the way they profess their love. isn’t it so dreamy?

tears stream down your pretty face, you feel so exposed beneath him like this. you’re getting the air fucked out of you again and your hands ball up as you focus on the increasing heat in your belly. “you’ve got it, doll. hahh- need you to finish- hahh, gotta make sure it takes- hahahh,” his filthy words make the turbulence of feelings you’re riding through even rougher, and a sob escapes from you as you teeter on the edge. “cum for me, princess. i’m- hah, i’m gonna finish too- gonna shoot right into you,” his words are separated with the loud wet plaps of your cunt meeting his pelvis, and the harmony of those noises and his vile speech create have got you throwing your head back onto the cushioned tatami. you’re not sure what he’s saying, but the rumble of his voice is the only thing that's keeping you grounded amid your nerve-frying orgasm. his fat, precise tip abusing your low-set cervix has you going crazy, and then a particularly hard thrust has the two flush against one another and he’s emptying directly into your womb.

..

.

Itachi Uchiha

—Oh, my man

—Well, if he were less shy, he’d confess his feelings without a problem

—Which would be great

—But the thing is, the guy isn’t just shy—he’s also clumsy when it comes to socializing and interacting

—And even more so when it comes to flirting or giving compliments

“What are you looking at?”

“I… uhh… your legs look good in those jeans…”

”…Do you think they’d look better without them?”

“Why would you take off your legs?”

—Bless his humble heart

—He’s not doing it on purpose, I swear

—The poor guy is just a little awkward

—Anyway!

—Months would go by as he tried to gather the courage to finally tell you how he feels

—Though it’s easier said than done (poor guy keeps stumbling over his words)

—He’s also trying to picture what it would be like to have you as his lover

—His clan would accept you, though not without some resistance, even if it’s mild

—He’s just pulling a few strings

—And oh, how bold, he thinks

—He’s doing all of this as if he were sure you feel the same way

—His poor heart beats for you, and you have no clue

—Lmao

—Anyway!

—Don’t be surprised when one day he invites you to train, only for you to find him sitting on a blanket with food, offering you a soft smile with slightly flushed cheeks

—The sight alone is enough to make your knees feel weak and oh—!

—The butterflies fluttering in your stomach

—Some say the best way to confess to someone is under a cherry blossom tree, but Itachi doesn’t think so. Just having you close, whispering tenderly what he feels and every promise his heart has made to you in the silence of that afternoon, is enough for him

…

Obito Uchiha

—Haha

—Oh, isn’t it funny?

—How this man feels so many butterflies in his stomach that he might just explode

—His voice is surprisingly soft and light. Whether you place him in an AU where nothing happened or he’s in Akatsuki…

—Anyway!

—In a normal, soft AU where nothing ever went wrong,

—He’s always trying to start a conversation with you, no matter how clumsy or silly it is

—Trying to gather enough courage to tell you how he feels, but—if Obito is in Akatsuki, he will never tell you how he feels

—Lmao

—But he will protect you until his plan to trap everyone in an illusion is close to completion

—He thinks you deserve the entire world and a reality far from cruelty in the dream of the Infinite Tsukuyomi

—Literally, his idea of creating a fictional world just for you only grows stronger

—You are his strength and his life, even if he never tells you

—Because for some reason, he decided that was the better choice

—Lmao

—He believes that in that fictional world, everything will be better, and maybe the two of you can have a story together

—And that, if you dream of him, he can give you the happiness you deserve—the one he could never give you in this world corrupted by death

—He thinks this world is too rotten for something like love to bloom between you

—And maybe…

—Just maybe, he feels himself slowly regretting it inside

—When his fingers move involuntarily, yearning and aching to caress your cheek, or when he daydreams about kissing your lips because…

—oh my god!

—Why do you have to be so beautiful?

—Why did he have the misfortune of the woman he loved having to exist in such a cruel world?

—To him, you are an angel

—A beauty that must be protected from the world’s cruelty

—For Obito Uchiha, there was no better way to show his feelings for you than by fighting to keep you away from the harsh reality that threatened your existence

…

Madara Uchiha

—Aahh

—Madara is a funny case

—He thinks you are worthy of his affection

—He also thinks you’re one in a million

—Why?

—Because you managed to catch his attention—something no other woman ever did before

—Your charisma, your eyes, your flushed cheeks, your soft lips that seem as gentle as the fluffy clouds decorating the sky fill him with a tenderness he has never known before

—You are so beautiful that he feels he doesn’t deserve you—because he fears corrupting your purity

—He fears taking away that innocent, soft glow that adorns your gentle eyes

—Even though he knows you are a strong woman, he will always have that fear

—Believe him—nothing like this had ever happened to him before

—Madara Uchiha? Afraid of hurting someone? Since when?

—And yet, there he was

—Looking at you with a tenderness that even he found strange while he listened to every word and giggle you let out as you told him something that—had it been anyone else—he would have found mundane and a waste of time

—You completely consumed his attention—he realized

—And he didn’t complain about it

—In fact, he liked it

—Lmao

—He even accepted that the butterflies in his stomach, the way his heart jumped when you smiled or laughed at something he said, the way he, in the privacy of his mind, carefully stored every memory—every little detail that might seem insignificant but was so important to him—

—To him, every sigh of yours was a gift

—And that’s how he realized that he could never be with anyone else but you

—It was you, or no one else

—So don’t act so surprised when this man asks for your and your parents’ permission to court you

Me watching that I still have to finish eighty requests to finish all of them

a complete lover boy devoted to you.

your lover boy.

you could barely take it anymore. On top of him, riding his dick like it was made for your cunt, and yours only, straddling his thick brawny thighs, gasping for air as you moved at a too desperate pace.

and he loved it.

Obito loved to see you cum around his shaft, he loved to see the way your whole body bounced on top of him.

Plap

Plap

Plap

his massive hands—the same ones with those thick fingers that had been curling inside you just moments ago, relentlessly hitting that sweet, spongy spot, now wrapped wholly around your hips.

he guided your fast descent, his thumbs digging religiously into your skin to anchor you, or maybe make you go even crazier.

Hornier.

feeling his hot touch against your shivering skin.

you had been leaning forward, letting the rippling heat of his broad, bulky, and solid chest soak into your skin, but he gripped your waist tighter and forced you to sit straight up.

he wanted a clear view.

he wanted to see you in the exact moment your cunt would come undone on his big cock as he bred your tight hole.

“O-obito," you were a moaning mess, your nails biting into his monumental biceps as your core contracted around him feeling him deeper, and deeper.

Oh. So. Fucking. Deep.

"y-y-e-e-s, baby... oh… yeeeesss."

he looked up at you from the pillows, his dark eyes swimming with a blend of pure pleasure and utterly devotion.

His.

His only, forever and ever.

To love,

To feel,

To hold,

To fuck your brains out.

a dark smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you paused for half a second to catch your breath.

"you want me to stop, baby? Yeah?” he teased, a low vibration of his silky voice that rattled straight through your stomach.

"n-no, Obito, p-please," you dragged out the plea, your hips instinctively twitching against his abdomen.

you were not leaving that dick until he made you cum at least 4 times that night.

"good, because I wasn't going to," he murmured, the dark, liquid velvet of his tone completely wrapping around your senses.

He moved one of his hands, slipping down between your thighs, his rough thumb finding that shivering cluster of nerves, the absolute epicenter of your undoing.

So sensitive.

Plap

Plap

Plap

he circled it with pitiless intent, completely stealing the breath from your lungs as a broken sob left your lips.

Gosh, you were so fucking beautiful.

Delicious.

And his.

His to claim, to mark, to scream his name so everyone knew who you belonged to.

you tried to drop your chin, suddenly shy under the raw intensity of his stare, but his hand snapped up, his large fingers smelling like you, your juices, your sex, catching your jaw to tilt your face right back down.

“Eyes on me. Let me see how pretty you look when you come around my dick” he ordered, the weight of his gaze pinning you exactly where he wanted you.

he arched his spine, surging his hips upward to drive his size even deeper.

“Yes baby, let this cock make your cunt feel good, hm?” he praised, his broad chest heaving as he drank in the sight of your wrecked expression.

the pressure of his thumb combined with that impossibly deep angle finally pushed you over the absolute edge.

a blinding wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through your system, tearing a loud, broken cry from your throat.

you came undone against him, your inner walls clamping down violently and milking his length with every trembling spasm. You could feel his thick white seed spilling inside of you.

he groaned, his own control snapping as he felt you unraveling so perfectly around him, in his arms.

“Mine. every single inch of you."

A/n: idk, just a thought I had (will forever blame my last convo with strawberrylina tho), enjoy <3 not proofread tho

“Mhmm, please, my love—” Your sinful words caught him off guard, especially as your hand pressed against his back, urging him closer. “You never go too rough… But I—I need it, Itachi—”

He couldn’t suppress the low groan that escaped as your plea left your mouth. Lifting his head to gaze at you one more time, his lips captured yours, while his hand pinned yours against the mattress as he began to move—slowly, yet with enough roughness to make you cry out his name. Occasionally, his voice broke through in whispers of reassurance: “My lover take me so well… Mhm… just like that.”

Afterward, as he began covering your body in reverent kisses, murmuring his gratitude in every touch, his head lowered further down, his back exposed to you. You gasped at the scratching marks you saw there.

He raised his head, waiting patiently for you to speak, knowing your talkative side during moments like this was only ever temporary.

“I-Itachi… your back.”

You hid your eyes behind your hands, but he leaned closer, nuzzling into your face and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s a price I gladly pay for you, [Name].”

🍃 Shikamaru

As you bounced up and down on him, Shikamaru’s mouth fell open only to spill praise over you as you do all the work.

“Feel…fuck—so good, babe.”

But your whines wouldn’t stop as you struggled to move faster, desperate to take him deeper. You buried your head into his neck.

“I-I want more…”

His dick twitched inside you at your timid words, his hands sliding over your hips as he pulled you down at the same time his own thrusts rose to meet you, driving even deeper.

“Yeah, want it rougher? Then take it rougher, babe—”

Without pulling out, he shifted you onto your back, his pace suddenly plunging so deep it stole every breath from your lungs. His teeth sank into his own lip so hard he swore blood might spill, just like the sting he felt on his back from your scratches. Yet he stayed silent, unwilling to break the moment when your cries of pleasure were so utterly raw.

When at last both of you finished, he collapsed onto his back on the bed, one eye closed, the other cracking open toward you.

“What did I do to deserve such punishment, huh?”

You turned your head away immediately, guilt flushing through you so strong you couldn’t meet his gaze. Shikamaru noticed at once, and with a sudden pull that made you yelp, he dragged you onto his chest, wrapping you in a loose embrace as he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

“Shh… it was worth it.”

🍃 Naruto

“I-I want to try it rougher.”

Usually, he was the one making you blush with his raw, unfiltered words. But right now? Naruto found himself stammering, his cheeks instantly flushed.

“Y-you want me—want me to go r-rougher?”

You nodded slowly, noticing how his pupils dilated at the thought of your body struggling to take him. It only took a moment before Naruto was all over you, carrying your body down with him onto the bed, capturing your lips in a feverish kiss. He was already moaning into your sweet mouth, his tongue urgently seeking yours, swirling with hunger.

“Why didn’t you say so, hm?”

You chuckled softly, gazing into his feral eyes.

“I…I just did, Naruto.”

He shook his head dismissively before lowering his mouth over your body until his teeth found the loosened fabric of your bra, tugging it down.

Soon, it was almost a contest—who could moan louder—as his too-hard dick drove into you like his very life depended on it.

“Fuck, baby! You feel so good, so … good. The best—Mhm! I only ever want this — thrust —sweet —thrust —pussy for the rest of my life—”

His dramatic declarations were overwhelming, making your heartbeat race so fast it felt like you might faint. Combined with the force of his thrusts, it made your hands act on their own, dragging across his toned back, leaving scratches that made his eyes widen and his mouth fall open at the sensation.

The moment you realized what you had done, you began to stammer an apology, but he silenced you instantly, kissing you like a starving man as his thrusts grew desperate, teetering on the edge.

“Do it again, baby. Please—I need it!”

🍃 Sasuke

With Sasuke, it wouldn’t take long before you asked for it. You could feel him trying to be gentle, sweet, yet his rough grip betraying him sometimes when you called his name, an undeniable urge to claim you in every possible way. Mentally, he struggled as he moved inside you, barely holding back curses at how well you took him.

When you cupped his cheek, pleading with those sinful, adorable eyes for him to be rougher, it was as if a switch flipped inside him.

“Rougher, hm?”

He flipped you onto your belly, lifting your hips to bend more for him, groaning as he admired the view. He couldn’t resist leaning close, tasting you, teasing your pussy just a little. He parted your folds, licking a string from your needy hole to your swollen clit as your legs trembled.

“Sasuke…”

He raised his head, licking the evidence from his lips, taking himself in hand, mesmerized by how tightly you held him. Your grip was already too much, and he gripped your hips rougher.

“Stop that if you want more.”

You obeyed instantly, yet your body still trembled uncontrollably. When he began again, deeper, rougher, your voice could barely manage anything but his name. He couldn’t contain himself any longer, reaching that point where every thrust, hitting and pressing, pushed him closer to the edge—until he pulled out, flipping you onto your back again.

He needed to see your face as he came; it was mandatory, a look reserved only for him. The shake of his teeth against your neck compelled you to do the same, marking him with your nails along his back, drawing a hiss from him.

“Fuck, [Name]—What are you doing to…me?”

The question meant something else entirely, because in response to your touch, his thrusts became sloppy, almost careless, yet each one made him teeter on the brink, imagining both of you leaving marks on each other.

An impulse of possessiveness surged as he saw his bite on your neck, yet your eyes…were sad? As your fingers traced lightly across his back, he hesitated.

“What are you thinking about?”

You met his gaze shyly.

“Are you upset with me?”

Upset? More like obsessed. Yet, he didn’t say that out loud.

“No. It’s fine.”

Only the faint blush on his cheek betrayed a hint of the truth.

🍃 Obito

Obito can barely restrain himself each time he’s inside you—he’s utterly obsessed with your pussy. Especially eating her. He’d gladly stay between your thighs the whole day if only you allowed him. But being inside you? Ah, he could lose himself in you anytime you desired, always at your disposal.

“Mhm, my baby likes it? Tell me how much you like it, [Name].”

“Obito, deeper! I want you deeper—”

You hadn’t even finished your sentence before Obito began driving into you harder, moaning against your lips as your body stretched further around his dick.

“Yeah? You want me deep inside you? To feel me here?” He guided your hand above your waist, and your eyes widened when you realized just how deep he was, almost sending you over the edge with that feeling alone. Instead, your nails dug into his back hard enough to make him hiss, but he only thrust deeper.

“Fuck, baby—Yes, let it out on me. All of it.”

When you buried your face against his chest after both of you came undone in an explosive rush, Obito tried to coax your flustered expression to meet his gaze, but you only whispered shyly, ashamed.

“I’m so sorry, baby… I hurt you…”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple and pulling you over him as he rolled onto his back.

“I love it, [Name]. I love seeing you lose yourself for me like that.”

You blinked twice at his smiling face before resting your head against his chest, blushing.

“You’re insane…”

🍃 Neji

Between you and Neji, there was always an unspoken battle of silence—both of you too introverted by nature, making it hard not to say something when the quiet felt heavy. Yet the gentleness he carried each time he had you was so overwhelming that you couldn’t help but plead, staring at him as he hovered above you, moving in and out of you so slowly, so sweetly, his hand clasped with yours beside your head.

“N-Neji?”

He glanced down at your lips, then at your eyes, faltering in his movements as though afraid of doing something wrong. He only murmured a soft, “Hm?”

“C-can you do it… rougher?”

He froze inside you at that, eyes widening as he felt himself twitch, the urge to move nearly undoing him. He held back just enough, then did exactly as you asked—his pace quickening, driving deeper.

At some point, you were stunned by him, as though he was punishing your pussy, his mouth falling open, struggling to contain his sounds as the entire bed shook.

“[Name]!”

You barely stopped your nails from digging into his back, but the damage was already done.

Still, he wasn’t angry; he too felt himself losing control. When he pulled you into his arms at the end, his voice was anxious as he whispered.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?”

You looked at him, nearly on the verge of tears.

“No! It’s my fault, I’m sorry—you felt so good that I didn’t think—“

“Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.”