#naruto fic

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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He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

Naruto Uzumaki wasn't exactly the type of guy that made you jump out of your seat... Initially, that was. 

Until tonight, you only thought he was adorable, with round-ish cheeks and big doe eyes that had a shine to them every time he got too passionate about a topic, be it his new techniques, or ramen, anything that would get him to ramble, slightly stumbling over his words because he just had that much to say on the topic.

But as cute as you thought he was, you knew there was a line to not cross, and it was drawn at Hinata's feet.

You —and literally anyone who has ever met her— knew of her crush. It would be so utterly shitty of you to even think of stealing that from her, the boy that made her get all giggly, pushed her to be better on the field, who she didn't hesitate to put her life on the line for.

And your intentions truly weren't bad at first.

Sick of hearing her talk without taking any actions, you had cornered Naruto at Ichiraku's, planning to be a wingwoman.

You'd hang out with him, bring her up here and there to gauge his feelings and if he seemed receptive, you'd push him towards her a bit.

This was the plan, to help Hinata get the guy of her dreams to finally look her way the way she wanted him to.

It slowly started backfiring when he eagerly invited you to eat with him, getting you to talk about yourself. 

Then, conversation was so good that the two of you took it to the izakaya to have a drink or two, nothing to get any of you drunk, just enough to keep the night going.

And apparently, you were such good company that he didn't want to leave it at that, insisting to walk you home, which you didn't refuse, hoping to finally get an opening to talk about Hinata — totally not because you were enjoying his company way more than you should have, of course... 

As the two of you reached your street, the sign that the night was coming to an end, that was when he decided to say the words that officially turned you into the worst friend and wingwoman in history.

"You know... I used to really, really like you... I didn't think we'd ever get to hang out like this, it's silly, right ?" He admitted, cheeks slightly reddening as he avoided looking at you. "Maybe if I made a move back then... Ah, nevermind !" 

The words made you blink a couple of times, as if seeing clearly would somehow affect your ability to hear.

Sure, you knew him, but your interactions with Naruto had been somewhat limited due to you working at the Leaf's archives, not exactly a place where he had any business being except for the few times he would purposely make a detour there. 

Of course you noticed that the shitty excuses he'd make to justify his presence. But still, you didn't question them or even thought to pry, when you were doing your job, you wanted nothing more than to go home and rest, between thoughts of what you'd do on your next day off.

"You did ?" You finally spoke again after processing the information, looking at him even though he made an active effort to avoid eye contact.

How cute.

"I do- did !" He immediately corrected himself with wide eyes, finally looking at you.

The bashful look on his face as he attempted to cover that up with a bunch of unnecessary explanations, going on way too long about how he was totally over you now, that it was unnecessary to even think about that silly little thing he had slipped out. 

And looking at him like that... You didn't really care to be a wingwoman to anyone.

Blond, tousled hair falling on his forehead, pouty lips glistening as he nervously licked his lips, has he always been this big and tall next to you ?

All notions of frienship and loyalty left your mind as your heart fluttered with each words he spoke, and your panties dampened each time you noticed something about his appearance.

Neither you nor him even realized the things he was admitting to doing in an attempt to 'defend' himself : the stalking, the overdoing it in hopes tales of his battles reached the archives, always trying to wear the colors he knew you liked so he'd get noticed.

When you stopped in front of your door, you tilted your head as you looked up at him.

"Are you sure you're over me ?" You asked, a teasing yet hopeful edge that he didn't in your voice.

And that wasn't lost on him at all.

"Uh huh, yup, totally am." He answered before looking away from you and muutering, "... Or maybe not..."

Once you finally reached your house, a sigh left your lips.

You knew what to do, this was the moment to try to be a good friend again, tell him about Hinata — though the timing would be terrible, but at least, your conscience would be clear.

You looked at him quietly, knowing then and there that this was not what you were going to do. In fact, you already knew this was where you'd be making a bad decision.

You should've let it go then and there, thanked him for walking you home and sent him away.

This would be the right thing to do, sending a message that you weren't reciprocating it and that he should find someone else, a perfect gate to pushing towards your friend !

...

The only thing that was pushed was his head between your thighs, your fingers tugging at his hair as he ate you out on your bed.

"Stop trying to close your legs..." He scolded you with a mouth full of pussy, his tongue sliding all across your folds and leaving no parts untouched. "You're so loud... So cute..." 

In your defense, you knew you'd make a bad decision.

Besides, he confessed first, you left with good intentions and a pure heart. It wasn't your fault that he was interested in you and not her, was it ?

Not that you cared in this current moment anyways, his tongue work making it impossible for you to think about anything else.

His fingers dug into your hips to keep you in place, alternating between flicking his tongue in circles around your clit and giving it a hard suck from time to time with no real pattern, the inconsistency of it keeping you on your toes.

"I needed this from you so bad..." He muttered before licking a long stripe from your pussy, then repeating it.

Again.

And again.

And yet again.

If you didn't believe that he was experienced at first, you were proved wrong.

Only someone who knew what they were doing would be able to make you cum using just his mouth, bullying your clit and giggling around it in glee when you finally came apart of his tongue.

"Naruto... N-Naruto- please..." You whimpered softly, trying to push him away to no avail.

Embarrassingly loud moans left your lips with every move his tongue made, stimulating you through your orgasm and only pulling away when he was satisfied.

Sitting back on his knees, Naruto looked down at you with a satisfied but hungry look in his eyes, admiring your naked body.  The sight of you looking so vulnerable, shaking with your breasts heavy with each breath you took only served to make him even harder if that was even possible, his hand slapping your inner thigh.

You jolted back to life, a soft whimper falling from your lips as your attention was brought back to him.

"Come on... Already tapping out ?" He teased, admiring what he had to you.

And it only took his mouth...

"No..." You shook your head, still trying to catch your breath as you looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

That guy with a flushed face and pussy juice all over his mouth, chin and cheeks just gave you the best orgasm in my life solely using his mouth, and still had the audacity to make fun of you. 

"You're so wet..." He observed, running his fingers through your mess. 

The sudden touch to your sensitive pussy made you gasp, hand shooting out to grab his wrist in an effort to get him to leave it alone for now. 

"Wait... Don't- Fuck, I need a minute." You finally admited through baited breath.

"Oh so you are tapping out." He replied smugly, looking at you and holding back a laugh. 

"I'm not, I said I need a minute." 

Hooking his arms around your legs, he slid your body down until your wet cunt left a print of his boxers, which felt way too small and tight right now. 

One of his hands slid up to your waist slowly, firmly clenching your flesh while the other went to your cheek as he leaned down, kissing you up your stomach, your sternum, and finally reaching your neck.

"What if I can't wait a minute ?" He asked, voice raspy with need and bordering on a whisper. "Can I wait that minute with the tip inside you, at least ?" 

His breath on your skin made you shiver, the hand that was on your waist switching to your breasts and giving them a nice, firm squeeze all while caressing your cheek.

Clearly, you had severely underestimated just how much he had been yearning for you, needing you; his 'cute' crush had been punctuated by nights of jerking off to the thought of you, groaning and biting his pillow — or humping and fucking it when his thoughts ran a bit too wild.

And finally, he had you right there, under him, wanting him just as badly as he wanted you. 

"Just a little bit..." He muttered, nibbling on your skin as the hand on your cheek moved to take his cock out, rubbing it against your dripping cunt in circles. A soft mewl reverbed agaist your skin as he did so, his eyes rolling back at how close you were. "I just need it for a little bit... Let me have your pussy, let me have you for a bit..." 

All the air had been knocked out of your lungs, your hands cupping his cheeks as he kissed your neck against, moaning softly against your skin.

"... Okay... Put it in..." You whispered the permission.

You felt him smirk against your skin, immediately sliding his cock inside of your dripping cunt eagerly.

"Thank you..." He moaned out, kissing your cheek as he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy wrapped so tightly around him.

And you had once again underestimated him... Well, his size at least.

His fat cock split you open, your body adjusting to him with ease from how wet you were.

A soft moan left your lips, your hand wrapping around his neck as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

His hands moved again to spread your legs wider for him. The second your pussy had accomodated his size, he was a man on a mission, fucking you just the way you deserved. 

"You feel... So much better than I imagined..." He moaned, leaning back to see your face contort in pleasure because of him, and him alone.

You were a goner, your sensitive cunt singing so pretty with each thurst, pretty moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you looked at him.

His toned stomach, his muscular body, his neatly trimmed pubic hair, and then, finally, you made eye contact.

That made him hiss in pleasure, his hips colliding with your ass harder as he lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get deeper access. 

"Your pussy's suckin' me in... So greedy..." He muttered, his other hand going to your hair to tug your head back, forcing you to look at him. "Let me- fuck !" He groaned, eyes rolling back as you tightened around him. "You were worth the wait..." 

Long gone was the guy who was shy and hesitant to admit that he 'used' to like you. Right now, he was pounding your pussy nice and proper, tugging on your hair to force to keep your eyes on him and only him.

A small scream left your lips as he thrusted right into your spot. Immediately, a smug look appeared on his face as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, increasing the pace.

"Right here " He asked, against your lips, only to thrust harder when you tried to answer, a loud moan coming out instead of words. He chuckled low in his throat, lips finding their way back to your neck. "Yeah, I know..." 

He was sucking and kissing your skin, undoubtedly leaving marks and moaning against you louder the more your sensitive cunt squelched, eventually soaking the mattress under you as you came apart on his cock, toes curling. 

"So loud... Means I'm doing my job okay ?" He asked breathlessly, leaning back up. 

He grabbed your legs and turned you on your side, continuing to pound into you with little to no regards for overstimulation, not when it felt so good to make you feel good.

"Naruto, please- hah~ !" 

"I know, I know... I just need... A little more... For a bit... Just a little bit..." He whimpered, grabbing one handful of your ass, the other hand holding one of your tits. 

And his eyes... He wasn't looking at anything but you.

How you squirmed, the tears of pleasure dripping from your eyes, your fucked out expression, eyes glazed over. 

He got off on you getting off, and that's exactly why he didn't last another two seconds before giving one final thurst, burying himself deep inside you to shoot his load so far inside you, you won't forget any of it : tonight, his feelings and most importantly, him.

It took you both a while to come back down from that, the two of you breathing heavily.

Naruto leaned down on top of you, refusing to pull out just yet and covering you in kisses instead, his arms wrapping around your waist as he got you on your back again to be more comfortable.

He laid his head against your shoulder, gentle stroking your sides while letting you have a moment before speaking again.

"Are you okay ?" 

Your mind slowly cleared up, sweat covering your body and post-nut clarity finally kicking in.

What the fuck did you do ?

It was clear that he wouldn't just leave you alone after this, the way he fucked you was telling enough. How the hell were you supposed to get him to Hinata ?

Scratch that, did you want to give him to anyone now ?

He was still balls deep inside you, slowly softening, his cock dripping out of you and his warm body covering yours like a —mighty comfortable— human blanket.

Did it matter now that everything was done and over with ?  It's not like you could turn back time either ways, not that you wanted to. 

With a soft breath, you snuggled up to him, deciding that guilt, explanations and all would come later.

The sun had begun to rise now, the blue hues of the night sky lightening up progressively.

Yeah... Whatever the hell would come after this was an issue for future you.

A soft scoff left your lips at the thought as you closed your eyes, basking in his embrace.

"All good..."

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