#narutosmut

B - Bondage: he'll tie your wrists and ankles, and play with you until you're practically begging him for mercy like a sinner would a God. He'll even blindfold you to make the sweet torture even more thrilling than it already is.

Will let you do the same to him, but only when he's comfortable enough in the relationship. It may take months. Or a year or two. Who knows?

C - Crying: won't cry, but will enjoy seeing you spill hot tears from how fucking good his cock feels as it keeps hitting that soft, gushy spot within you that makes you milk him dry after he's abused it for far too long.

D - Dominance: dominates; more or less. He's a dom by nature, but turns into a switch when he trusts his significant other enough. Threatens to murder you if you dare mention it to a single soul, though.

E - Extra info: he's super into giving oral. Won't admit it, but all he thinks about is how sweet your pussy tastes on his tongue, and that he can barely wait to latch his hot mouth between your legs.

It's just the way your legs tremble around his head when you're close that does it for him. He lives for seeing you squirm.

F - Food play: far too messy for his liking. The best he can do is an ice cube.

G - Group sex: he thought about it, but he loves you far too much to share you with anybody else; fantasy or not. He may not show it, but envy runs hot in that Uchiha blood. Possessive is his middle name.

H - Humiliation: will degrade you and smile that cold grin whilst doing it, too. He knows you love it so fucking much whenever he shows that egocentric side of him.

I - Impact play: Sasuke with a flogger. I repeat: Sasuke fucking Uchiha with a goddamn flogger!

He'd brush the thin strips of leather over your naked chest gently whilst lounging on the couch before you; one ankle nonchalantly resting on his knee, making every single one of your nerve ends recoil and drip with anxiety as you'd kneel before him.

Snap!

"Does it hurt? Yeah, darling? How bad?"

J - Jelly: this man loves a good, ol' cherry lube just because it smells really sweet, and he can taste the sugar when he eats you out after stretching you out with his fingers.

K - Kissing: loves, and absolutely adores the feeling of your tongue wrapping around his own. His kisses are deep and intimate, the saliva exchanging in thin, glistening strings between your panting mouths. He wants to own your fucking mouth.

Also enjoys leaving little love bites all over your body, and allows you to mark his own skin with your personal signature, too, but only in places others cannot see.

L - Lighting: fucks you with the lights off, or when the lighting is really dim and gloomy. His Sharingan glows the entire time as he makes you his. The carmine colour makes your heart want to explode.

M - Masochism: will let you scratch his back as he's on top of you, pounding you into the mattress. He'll hiss at the aching contact of your nails biting into his smooth skin, but will only kiss you harder in reply - making you gasp for air.

He does get turned on if you choke him and push the back of his head further into the pillow whenever you're on top of him, though. It's like a battle, of sorts.

N - Not yet: won't let you cum, until he decides that it's the proper time for it. Will punish you if you touch yourself without him allowing you to.

Begging doesn't help. All you can do is endure.

O - Outdoor sex: no, but if you try to initiate something; he'll break your back as soon as you're behind closed doors.

P - Photography: really appreciates if you send him pictures of yourself, but doesn't really react to them until he sees you in person. As soon as you can feel his chin resting on your shoulder as he wraps a caring hand around your throat without a single sound, you know it's game over.

Q - Quiet please: isn't very audible, but enjoys the little mewls and pleas you make as you writhe underneath him. He does the little sigh whenever he bottoms out in your warmth.

R - Routine: fucking you is the first thing he wants to do after not seeing you for weeks straight. So, it could be considered a routine of some sort?

S - Sleepy sex: will wake you up with oral [in the morning, or the middle of the night; it doesn't matter], because you've communicated it before and you've given him the consent to do it. Nothing makes him happier than listening to your breathless moans, and feeling the tired strokes you give to his hair as he lazily swipes his tongue over your sweet pussy.

T - Top or bottom: switch, but more lenient towards being a top.

U - Underwear: simple, black boxer briefs, but he prefers to sleep naked.

V - Voyeurism: would rather murder the entire village, than see you fucking someone that wasn't him.

W - Water: bath sex, where it's slow and lazy and he gets to see you in all your glory as the glimmer of soap coats your smooth skin and his digits are slipping over your torso, hips, ass, over and over again as you ride him.

X - X-dressing: the best he can do is eyeliner, and even then he's fussy about it.

Y - Yes, Master: you are his darling, and he will fuck his darling stupid, until she won't be able to sit down properly for a few days.

Z - Zones: forehead kisses. He also loves it whenever you kiss his collarbones and sink your teeth into them before swirling your tongue over the aching mark you've just gifted him. The little pecks over his chest and stomach when you are about to go down on him make his heart flutter. As well as any kiss you place upon his mouth.

Naruto:

A - Alone time: he has a high libido, so he pleasures himself quite often in attempt of placating the need. Definitely watches a lot of porn and cums into tissues. [Especially when he's older, and constantly working as Hokage. Jerking off is his favourite way to relieve stress.]

B - Bondage: he likes being on the receiving end for bondage from time to time [nothing too drastic, though, because he doesn't enjoy losing complete control.] As for the giving aspect; he's simply too clumsy and impatient to tie all the knots properly and tighten the rope in a way that it won't burn your skin over time.

C - Crying: definitely gets slightly teary-eyed if he's drunk and if it's slow, passionate intimacy that's filled with lots of praise from your side. The deep connection and approval makes him want to nearly bind his soul to your own. It turns him a bit overwhelmed, but in a good way.

D - Dominance: he dominates. Naruto has gained a taste for it because of the women who practically threw themselves at him, and allowed him to do whatever he wished with them in the following years when he was proclaimed a war hero.

E - Extra info: he’s a tits man. Absolutely loves shoving his dick in-between your breasts after forcing you to press your arms tightly together, so that he can fuck them until they’re covered in his cum.

F - Food play: not really. He’d eat it all before you’d even get to the good part.

G - Group sex: absolutely not. His clones are the only exception, and even then he gets awfully jealous.

H - Humiliation: he’s more on the praising side than the one of degradation, but he will say a thing or two when he’s frustrated/tired, or when you won’t give him what he wants. [He feels bad about it later, though.]

I - Impact play: definitely spanks you, but uses his hand to rub the burn away the moment after he strikes.

J - Jelly: warming lube. It makes him feel nice and cosy inside you; especially when he persuades you into cock warming.

K - Kissing: likes it when you kiss his jaw, his beaten-up knuckles and the tips of his fingers. He feels appreciated that way, and appreciation makes him horny.

L - Lighting: he enjoys fucking you in the morning, when the light is really dim and mellow, and he’s still sleepy.

M - Masochism: is a sucker for the pain you give him only because he’s making you feel good. His favourite is when your nails dig into his biceps in attempt of steadying yourself while he’s pounding the living shit out of you. [Also, he loves it whenever you tug on his hair.]

N - Not yet: Way too impatient for orgasm denial. He will force you to cum and gush all over his cock as soon as possible. [As well as many times as possible.]

Will also fuck you like an enraged beast if you tease him too much and don’t allow him to cum in return.

O - Outdoor sex: Two words: office sex.

P - Photography: loves receiving nudes, but isn’t really good at sending them. Scrolls through the gallery of pictures he has of you when he’s bored, or just wants something that’ll make him cum quick and easy.

Q - Quiet please: grunts and groans, especially when receiving oral. Likes to hear soft moans and whines of his name from you. It tells him that he’s doing a good job.

R - Routine: no routine, whatsoever. When it comes to Naruto; everything is spontaneous.

S - Sleepy sex: he likes receiving oral before bed because it helps him sleep better and because he’s simply too tired to offer anything in return. He tries to, of course, but you’re persistent in rewarding your good Hokage; all until he’s running his fingers through your hair, and whispering quiet whispers of gratitude for taking such good care of him.

Though, lazy morning sex is his favourite way of starting his day whenever he, by some odd chance, doesn’t have to go to work, or at least not as early. Naruto takes his time with you on those mornings, making up for all the days he couldn’t and, to put it simply, spoils you rotten.

T - Top or bottom: TOP!

U - Underwear: even at his grown age, he’s still rocking ‘em boxer briefs with the froggy pattern plastered all over. You think it’s the cutest thing ever.

V - Voyeurism: definitely is more of the hands-on type, but sometimes catches himself enjoying the sight of his clones doing the work for him in the bedroom. [Still, the original Naruto is the only one that’s allowed to kiss you and make you cum.]

W - Water: is a big fan of shower sex. He likes seeing you naked and the way the droplets of water glimmer as they cascade down your bare skin. Constantly insists that you shower together, in order to “save on water”. It's just an excuse to see your tits press against the cool tiles, though.

X - X-dressing: he's the inventor of the ‘Sexy Jutsu’. Naruto is down to let you fuck him while he’s obtaining the body of a woman, but will most surely dominate you even in that form by the end of the night.

Y - Yes, Master: gets turned on whenever you call him daddy. He calls you sweetheart in return.

Bonus: he’ll never admit it, but whenever you lean over the desk, smile, and address him as Lord Seventh; he’s hard as a rock.

Resting one shoulder against the left side of the massive gates leading outside of the Leaf village that was her home, y/n loosed a low hiss the sear of worn wood brought against her arm. By the time it dulled into a tingle of bearable warmth, her impatience was already way past its boiling point.

Pochi - her trusty Ninken, laid sprawled beside her feet now. Lazily stretching out its hefty paws onto the thick crust of dirt with a whimpering yawn, the wolf-like canine had long since turned grouchy from the fervent heat. y/n watched as its tongue draped over the panting muzzle like a prestigious red carpet in meek attempt of cooling down. The late-afternoon sun above their heads was interminable after all; outright blazing.

"I'm sure he'll be here soon, Po." the languid Inuzuka sighed. Her canine only voiced a jaded grumble in response.

Her foot ceased its otherwise relentless tapping as soon as a familiar scent wafted to her sensitive nose. The impatient woman inhaled deeply. Vanilla and feeble traces of lavender sharply bit into her nostrils with each breath - enveloped her heightened senses. She whipped her head to the side in one sharp motion.

And there he was; Kakashi Hatake.

Her former Sensei.

Pestering her with that irritatingly aloof demeanor he always had a habit of sporting, Kakashi stood a small distance behind his erstwhile student. Both strong forearms adorned with rippling muscle leisurely crossed over his chest. She spotted the signature little smut book he clutched loosely with the tips of his fingers; as if he had absolutely no shame at all in showing his love for obscene literature to her. Or anybody else for that matter.

"Well, don't just stand there." he murmured, the velvet undertone in his voice vehemently playful. A single ebony eye danced with ardent mischief as it connected with her feline-like pupils, "As far as I know, we've got a rogue ninja to catch."

"You're late." she drawled in response. Pushed herself from the gate with a tiresome eye roll, and ushered her Ninken with a sharp click of her tongue. "C'mon, Po. The sooner we get this mission over with, the better."

"Now, is that a proper way to talk to your Sensei? Who you haven't seen in a while, might I add..." Kakashi mused as she brushed past him, fixing the straps of her backpack into place. The exasperated side-eye she sent his way made him release a quiet chuckle, he never considered withholding in the first place.

"You're not my Sensei anymore." she replied. Could barely wait to slip into the dense forest, and cool down her heated skin in its comforting shadows. Even the layer of sweat to gather on her forehead was thick and warm to the touch as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

"Well, what am I to you, then?" Kakashi questioned as he caught step with her.

"Annoying." her jab was swift to leave her tongue.

The complacent grin she gave him at his scoff of disapproval made his uncovered eye fall to the sharp incisors to protrude past her plump bottom lip. He knew damn well that the gaze to linger on her lips was far too long to be considered only platonic. And yet, the whiplash of a pulse which had started to hammer and clang against his broad ribcage might have felt just a tad too good to ignore. Kakashi felt his chest tighten, but resisted the urge to rub a hand over the ache.

"You good?" she pulled him out of the disarray that was his train of thought.

"Mm?" he fumbled, clearing his throat, "Perfectly dandy. Why?" The inside of his mouth felt dry, the roof of it scratchy. He could use some water.

"Your pulse... I can hear your heartbeat." she trailed off warily, one brow arched. She paused for a moment. "Your blood smells kind of sweet. You're sure you're feeling alright?"

Kakashi's shoulders stiffened. Christ, have her abilities really honed that much ever since she had been promoted to Jōnin? Of course any Inuzuka would have sufficed for this particular mission, and yet fate's tricksy intentions had decided to bring her to him - his former student.

The student he had caught residing inside his filthy mind ever since she had grown into a woman. The student who had filled his head more often than not whilst he ran a single calloused hand across the aching hardness which occurred only because he kept thinking about her in the first place.

The first time he had done it - imagined her in such sinful scenarios, Kakashi felt ashamed. He hadn't touched himself for days after that first time; the guilt and shame to accompany the bliss far too bothersome to ever make him slip a hand below the waistband of his favoured joggers for a second time.

It wasn't until Obito Uchiha had successfully persuaded him into accompanying him to a bar on the fifth night of his feeble obstinacy, that he succumbed to his desires again. Kakashi had come home drunk that night and so fucking needy, and just... Gave in. No matter how guilt-ridden his conscious was after the deed had been done and the need satisfied, the fantasies still creeped their way back into that stupid, yearning brain of his. Outright surged in, like a damn waterfall.

Besides choking the lustful beast that was his desire into submission, Kakashi as well finally dared acknowledging the passion he felt for his former student that unfortunate night. And that passion grew. It grew with each steady pump of his trembling digits across his cock in the safe confines of his lonely apartment, until her name had begun to leave his lips in hoarse whispers. They stuck to the ceiling of his bedroom - those soft murmurs of her name. Mocked him whilst he waited for sleep to overtake him, and for the sweat clinging to his feverous skin to dry out.

Kakashi wanted it. Wanter her. Yearned to force his tongue inside her mouth, so that he could drag it all over her baleful teeth. Desired to experience them graze along his neck in attempt of stifling a scream of his name as he'd have his way with her.

She was wild - untamed. Made him fear that she'd devour him whole if she wished. Some deep, primal part of him just knew that she'd tug and rip his clothes to shreds. That she'd drag her claws across his back and shoulders, and whisper the dirtiest of obscenities into his ear before running that sharp tongue all over his earlobe, neck, chest... It was that hot impulsiveness her clan was known for, after all.

But what she also was; was prohibited territory. A line which he - as her former Sensei, most definitely should not cross.

"I'm fine," Kakashi muttered, his jaw tight. "Let's just focus on the mission."

A reminder meant more for him, than her.

---

He couldn't focus.

No way. Not when she stood in front of him in her little pyjama shorts and too-tight t-shirt, stretching her arms above her head like she knew exactly what it was doing to him. Sitting on the edge of the narrow bed they were forced to share in the miserable rented room for the night, Kakashi tried to his best ability to subdue his gawking. Every inch of her bare legs was like a blessing; the way her shirt rode up with the stretch a curse.

The silver-haired Jōnin had been initially uncomfortable after entering the shabby inn whilst bearing the knowledge that there was only a single bed to be spared from the inn-keeper. Despite the fact that it was far better than sleeping outside, it was a nuisance of an entirely different kind. And because of it, Kakashi had offered to sleep on the floor. Like the gentleman he certainly wasn't.

She just gave him a nonchalant shrug of shoulders and told him that she didn't care what he did.

Kakashi to his own surprise, used the chance to share a bed with her, though not before providing a swift lie of an aching back the warm floorboards would have given him in the morning. The smirk she gave at his nervous rambling was nearly derisive. It was like she knew that he was bursting with enough vigour to survive an aching back with profound ease. Like she had seen past all of the faux layers of decency, and grasped him for what he truly was; a filthy, twisted bastard. One who was rotten straight to the goddamn core.

One that she still allowed to sleep right next to her, despite all of those wicked faults.

Kakashi listened to every calm breath she exhaled into the darkness of the small room. Strained to hear the raspier breaths her Ninken voiced just outside the other side of the door. The overwhelmed Copy Ninja could barely control the pounding of his heart. She was so close after all; mere inches away. Exactly like he had imagined it for aeons.

All he'd have to do was turn to the side and reach for her. Run his palm across the middle of her spine that was facing him. Hook his fingers to her hair and tug. Tug until her neck would become exposed for his mouth to find its rightful place upon, until she'd begin rolling her hips against his own in order to gain more friction. Until they'd both be panting, turning into nothing more than a mess of entwining limbs and moans; such deep guttural moans, and pleading, and-

"Calm down." she murmured, her voice nothing more but a lazy whisper.

"I'm... I'm not doing anything." he replied, all senses going alert. Swallowing the thick saliva that had gathered inside his mouth, Kakashi felt his body fall stiff as a board. Even his skin felt too taut as it stretched over his bones.

"Aha." she drawled in answer, "You're sweating a damn river."

"It's really hot." he countered. "Summer and all that..."

"I can smell the anxiety on you." she bit right back. "It's bitter."

Oh, thank God and the great Heavens above that she thought of his sweat as only his nerves getting the best of him.

He didn't look her in the eye when she turned to her other side to glare at him in the dark room. They stared at each other in utter silence for a few moments. Far closer than he ever had the pleasure of seeing her. Finally, she sighed, running a tired hand across her face.

"Just spit it out already."

His eyes went wide with the statement, "Sorry?"

"Spit out what's bothering you." she repeated, fierce eyes narrowing down at him. "You've been acting strange the entire day."

Kakashi paused. Both crimson and ebony irises warily flicked across her face when he said, "Aren't you uncomfortable sharing a bed with me?"

He watched as her head cocked to the side at the cautious question, "Why should I be uncomfortable? I've known you for years."

"True," he uttered, fumbling with the words to follow, "But I'm a man." So obvious.

"So?"

Kakashi didn't answer. He couldn't - mustn't. Rather stared at her, trying to contain the blush to bloom on his cheeks underneath her sharp stare. Always so peculiar - her eyes. He was thankful for the mask.

"Well?" she uttered, those goddamn cat-like slits unmoving from his own pupils. She simply did not know when to yield. Knew even less when to drop a subject. Damned Inuzuka clan and their stubbornness.

"Nothing," he said, finally breaking their gaze with a turn of his head. "Just go to sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

"You can't tell me what to do." she let out a dry chuckle, the laugh cynical. Poked and prodded at him, because she deemed it fun to watch him stumble.

Her tone struck a nerve. Kakashi pushed upward by digging both elbows into the hard mattress. Met her face to face, whilst narrowing his eyes, "I can't?"

"No," she grinned, the gleam of her teeth honed against the dark, "I'm way past that age, Sensei."

He swallowed at the title; at the teasing tone she had weaved into it. His Adam's apple bobbed with the motion as he acknowledged the tension to drop between them. Thick and sticky. It made him blurt out the suggestive words before he could collect himself enough to stop them, "It doesn't matter how old you are... You will obey."

She blinked. And Kakashi knew; knew that he had messed up as soon as the eerie calm of her voice reached him, "I most certainly will not." The words were covered in ice, every vowel a shard.

"You will."

"Or what?" she said, the snarl nothing short from mocking, "What are you gonna do about it?"

They glared at each other. Scowled, even. And he stared at her, the Sharingan Obito had gifted him all those years ago blazing. He was trying so hard to tame that fire within him. To resist the urge of grabbing her by the throat and pinning her right against the bed. To force her to obey. Every breath drawn proved too shallow, too sharp. Such intense appeal; his student. It was the only reason why he had been so easily provoked in the first place. No one could make his head swim with white-hot anger and impulsiveness like she did, after all.

But she was just that; his student. So much younger, that it'd be a mistake. And so, Kakashi forced himself to look away first. Tried to not pay any mind to the grim silence to fall between them, and listened to his hammering pulse, instead. The feeling of her eyes on him sent a shiver down his spine, but he repressed it just the same.

She watched his entire stature shrink. Watched him shut down the desire, the craving. He strangled it and caged it down somewhere deep within that twisted soul of his. Even the light in his eyes seemed to dim out. Only a ghost remained.

"Coward." she breathed finally, the word laced with distaste.

Her ruthless disapproval became his undoing.

With a movement as quick as lightning, Kakashi pressed a single rough palm against her chest. Pushed her right against the mattress; pushed and pushed, until she was underneath him, struggling to break free from his tenacious grip. Until her own hands were pressing against his broad chest, nails clawing at the cotton of his shirt. He frowned behind the mask. Felt his jaw click in place.

"Why?" His question was quiet; a soft murmur meant to invoke enough pity for her to answer. "Why are you picking a fight with me, all of a sudden?"

She stilled underneath him. Her fingers released the harsh hold on his shirt, caressing the side of his neck instead. Every brush of finger pads felt like fire licking at his skin. She felt the wild pulse beneath it and sighed, "It was either that, or enduring your endless brooding for the rest of the night."

"Is it that bad?" he asked. "My brooding?"

"No," she breathed. Paused. "Yes. It irks me when you keep shutting down. You've been barely present the entire mission."

Kakashi wasn't sure whether to laugh or leave the room to go bang his head against the wall - repeatedly, at that. His indecisiveness turned him wary. Made him pay heed to the suggestive position he had wound up in with his student; with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and his hips pressing against her own.

His cock twitched from anticipation. There was nothing but a few layers of clothing separating her from him. And those shorts were awfully flimsy; her skin warm against his own. He couldn't stop the rush of blood to surge downward, right into his groin. Heat began to pool, the ache to resonate right beneath his waistline throbbing with every heartbeat.

He made to push away, but she stopped him by curling her fingers around the nape of his neck.

"Kakashi." y/n spoke his name in a tentative whisper.

"What?" he managed, the depth of his voice wavering with hesitancy.

A long beat of silence. And then;

"Just do it already." she said as her unyielding gaze softened a fraction.

She knew.

"Do what?" he countered. Played dumb, because he couldn't believe that the entire situation was real. Didn't dare bring himself to believe that it was real.

She smiled that satisfied grin, musing at him like the most cunning feline would, "Just fuck me already. Your dick is so hard, that I can't help but wonder if it hurts."

He loosed a breath he never remembered holding, "I... I can't."

"I know you want to."

"It's not right."

"Who cares?" she purred, nimble fingers running up to his hair. She grabbed a handful of the silver locks and tugged. Hard.

The groan to leave his mouth was unholy.

"C'mon," she urged softly, beckoning him to submit, "Play with me."

"Stop it." he muttered, brows knitting tightly together. His Sharingan flashed scarlet in silent warning.

"I'll stop if you make me." she replied smoothly, rolling her hips against his own and flashing an edged grin at the second groan to leave his throat.

"I'm serious." he said, voice strained when she tugged onto his hair again. Running her fingers across his scalp made electricity buzz across his skin. Made his teeth vibrate.

"Play with me, Kakashi." she repeated. "I'm bored, and I wanna play."

He did.

And Kakashi played with her by tugging his mask off. By leveling his mouth down to her own, until their teeth were clashing, and their tongues met in a feverous exchange of saliva and dominance. Every kiss was hurried and sloppy. No hesitance, only the feral need of satisfying the primal urges that had been making his blood boil for a while now.

He nearly tore those flimsy shorts off of her, along with the pretty panties underneath. Couldn't wait, couldn't contain himself long enough to indulge in respectful intimacy - not when her gleaming wetness met his eyes, the sweet scent of her arousal meeting his keen sense of smell.

Kakashi fucked his former student like an animal. Fully clothed, because he was far too impatient to actually succeed in getting properly rid of his own clothes, and with her legs braced on top of his shoulders. Rammed himself inside her sweet warmth until she was biting into the back of her hand to stifle the moans and whimpers to leave her panting mouth. Until tears were beginning to brim her eyes from how ruthlessly he stretched her and made her beg him for release.

He was a slow and sensual lover to most. But not with her.

No, he couldn't be. Not when her nails clawed at his back and broad shoulders in a manner so cruel that it proved to be even better than what he had fantasized for an eternity about. The bite of the hurt to resonate underneath the cotton made him hiss. She only let out a little laugh whenever he did; only to provoke him further. It made him choke her into submission, his hand rough against the tender skin of her neck, digits digging into her jaw to the point of pain. Neither of them cared if her skin would bruise in the morning.

Kakashi was ruthless when it came to pounding her, and she was his perfect match. They marked each other's bodies with their teeth, nails, mouths, hands. Doting love bites, bruises and long trails of feverish scarlet to adorn their skin. Something to remember each other by, if the crumpled bed sheets weren't considered as good enough proof for the morning.

And when he forced her to reach release for a second time; her sweet pussy clamping around his entire length, her walls so hot and tender, only then did he allow himself to let go of the leash he had tied up tight around his own undoing.

Kakashi came - hard. With his entire body shuddering when he spilled his warm seed into her, every inhale sharp and painful to burn his lungs as he forced himself to take them in quick gasps. Minutes passed, but their warm breaths lingered; intertwined together as they stared at each other.

She looked away first.

"Coward." he chuckled, the laugh breathless as he placed a delicate kiss onto her jaw. Her entire face burned bright red at the little affection.

She blushed like a sucker, murmuring a meek, "Shut it, or I'm telling everyone how you look like beneath the mask."

"Devastatingly handsome?"

"As if."

Kakashi didn't know what the future had in store for them. But watching her curl underneath him, lean body satisfied by his sinful doings, he made himself forget those worries and troubles for a moment. Tucked them away for the night; only for a single night. Leaned down to press a kiss onto her lips instead and caressed her cheek - running a single digit across the fang marking to adorn it,

The unabating need drives him insane. He gets really snappy if he doesn't get the chance to climax for longer periods of time.

B - Bondage: he likes it, but only if he's the one tying you up. Would never let you immobilize him; no matter how much you'd try to coax him into it. He'd tear the rope right apart before you'd even succeed in tying the knot into place properly.

C - Crying: absolutely loves it when you cry because of how rough he is in bed. He licks the tears right off your cheek, and savours the tang of salt they bring to his tongue. The louder your sobbing, the better.

D - Dominance: dominates. Will tell you exactly what he wants from you, as well as how he wants it. If you don't oblige to his wishes [demands], he gets pissed and punishes you.

E - Extra info: he has a raging breeding kink. Maybe it's because of his more animalistic traits, or for the sake of his clan, but all that man wants to do is abuse your womb, and keep filling it with his cum; until your poor pussy is dripping with his seed and your entire body is shaking underneath him.

If you even dare spill a drop, he'll make you lick it off the goddamn floor.

Bonus: he's also into predator and prey roleplay; especially if it involves CNC in the end. The fact that he can smell the spike of adrenaline within your blood and sweat as he chases after you like the most agile hunter, works like a drug on him and heightens his already keen senses. The moment when he catches up to you and tackles you to the cold, hard ground is pure ecstasy.

"Caught you."

F - Food play: doesn't mind the mess, but doesn't really give you enough time to venture into the kitchen either. If he feels like slamming you, he'll slam you in that exact moment.

G - Group sex: if in a relationship, he's one of those unfair fuckers that wants to see you get dirty in a threesome with another woman, but refuses to see you get fucked by another man.

The mere idea of any other male than him getting a chance to ravage you makes him feel sick to his stomach with jealousy. He's simply far too insecure to share you with another man. It's a suicide mission for his pride, and if there's anything that Kiba hates - it's getting his pride threatened.

But if he doesn't have feelings for you, then he'll comply with a threesome and try to 'one up' the other dude the entire time.

H - Humiliation: will degrade the living shit out of you. He'll call you a filthy slut while you're blowing him; will tell you that you don't deserve his cock and that he's doing you a goddamn favour by stuffing that bratty mouth of yours full.

He makes you beg him to fuck you, and then proceeds to make fun of your pleas while you're on the cusp of crying from the overstimulation. He's the type of man that watches you as you ride him; all whilst smiling that shit-eating grin and leisurely tucking his arms underneath his head, as if he hasn't got a single care in the world.

"Is that really the best my pretty girl can do?"

"No, I-I can do better... I promise, Kiba!"

"Then fucking ride it like you mean it."

I - Impact play: spanks you. Extra hard if you're acting like a naughty brat, and he'll also squeeze the soft flesh right over the red handprint to make it burn even more than it already does.

J - Jelly: standard, water-based lube, because his nose is far too sensitive for anything scented. If you don't have any on hand though, he'll lick his fingers and shove them inside your pussy to get you ready fast and quick for him.

K - Kissing: will kiss every inch of your body, and bite it, too! Nothing makes him happier than leaving his signature all over your skin in a form as lewd as hickeys and bruises. Sinking his sharp canines into you is what he lives for.

Also approves if you do the same to him. Especially whenever you run your tongue along his edged incisors and suck on his bottom lip.

L - Lighting: doesn't matter, he'll slam you in any lighting as long as he gets to feel your sweet pussy wrap around him in the end. Though, you do enjoy watching the way his sharp pupils grow bigger in the dark when he's on top of you and staring into your very soul. His eyes are cat-like and dilate sideways, instead of in a well-rounded motion, like that of a normal human. The sight is slightly eerie from how unnatural it is, but it definitely gets you going.

M - Masochism: encourages you to act like a feral animal whenever he's making you his. He likes it if you scratch his back, bite his broad shoulders, squeeze him so harshly that it hurts. The pain means he's doing a good enough of a job that you're losing your sense of morality, so it's like a reward for him.

If you choke him, he'll choke you back. His grip is most definitely stronger than your own though, so I doubt you'd stand a chance in winning.

N - Not yet: loves seeing your cute, little wiggles as you keep pushing against him and begging him to let you cum. Still, he'll keep delaying your orgasm, until you're shaking underneath him and sobbing.

He's an impatient man, but the way the scent of your arousal turns sweeter from anticipation, is enough for him to keep teasing you for ages.

O - Outdoor sex: most definitely. He'll fuck you anywhere, anytime - you just have to say the word.

The only exception is his childhood home. Kiba will not lay a hand on you whenever you're paying a visit to his mother. It's quite funny; how scared he is of her.

P - Photography: loves, loves, loves your nudes and equally as dirty videos. Sometimes takes pictures while he's fucking you from behind, or in front of the mirror. Though, it's always mostly focused on your face for whatever reason. The only part of his reflection that's visible, is his hand around your throat and the firm, tight line of his lips just below the edge of the mirror.

Q - Quiet please: groans and curses in hushed whispers a lot. Likes a vocal partner during sex. He's a sucker for the high-pitched whines and cries, as well as anything to do with his name.

Sobbing and incoherent sentences are a plus. The fact that you're too fucked-out to speak properly makes him feel smug.

R - Routine: no routine. He's too chaotic.

S - Sleepy sex: he'll practically fuck you to sleep from how much he tires you out. Also likes waking you up with oral; especially because of your quiet, sleepy whines and the way you try to lazily push his head away from in-between your legs. You're grumpy from the early hour, but he doesn't care.

Kiba responds to your complaints by spreading your thighs even farther apart with his warm hands, and as soon as your fingers tangle into his hair and you start tugging him forwards, he knows that he's struck home.

T - Top or bottom: top, top, and - I cannot stress this enough - top!

U - Underwear: definitely sleeps naked, but he wears standard boxer briefs. Black or burgundy shades are his preferred choice.

V - Voyeurism: nope, no way.

W - Water: will slam you in any body of water, he literally does not give a fuck.

X - X-dressing: no.

Y - Yes, Master: whenever you call him Sir, his knees feel like jelly. He likes hearing you beg while you're using the pet name.

"Please, Sir...! Please, please, please."

Calls you cutie when he feels like being nice, and a slut when not as much.

Z - Zones: enjoys it when you run your hands down his chest. He swells up with pride underneath your palms, pushing his torso further into your touch. Also, he likes it if you touch his arms and tell him how strong they are.

He has a sensitive spot right underneath the corner of his jaw. If you kiss it, his toes curl in his shoes, and if you sink your teeth into it - he's already pushing you against the wall.

Still, all it took was one look at the rather sombre expression on the poor girl's face to announce him a goner under the narrow roof of the main entrance to the building that night - code or not. Before y/n's rosy lips could even finish forming a pout in result of assessing the heavy, dull sky above her head, Naruto's feet had already moved seemingly on their own; forcing him to walk over with his umbrella, like the polite gentleman that he was.

He couldn't remember what exactly he had told her to persuade her into accepting his offer on driving her home. All he could bring forth in his memory was her smile, the eager nod, and the way her arm kept bumping against his own when they had taken the short walk towards his car.

And that was how Naruto had found himself stuck with y/n that Friday evening - his favourite student.

All alone.

"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Uzumaki. I really appreciate it." the pretty girl said when he plopped down into the plush driver's seat of his dark grey Volvo SUV. Throwing a hasty glance at her as she rubbed her dainty palms together in order to quicken her blood circulation, Naruto offered her a subtle nod. 

"Don't mention it," he replied curtly, running a hand through his slightly damp, blonde hair. He brushed away the water droplets coating his palm against his black pants before shrugging off his coat and throwing it in the backseat. Seriously. Don't mention it.

She puffed air onto her curled up fists now, plump lips moving against her knuckles, "I would have probably gotten soaked to the bone by the time I reached the bus station, if it weren't for you. So, thanks again."

"Probably," he said, fishing out his car keys from his pocket, "Quite a downfall, huh?"

"Yeah... It's pretty bad."

"Yup."

They fell into silence.

Naruto loosed a sigh at the awkward small talk about the weather. Fastening his seat belt, he started the car and said, "So, how's your last year of university been treating you, Miss l/n?"

"Pretty good," she replied, eyeing the touchscreen that lit up as soon as the engine whirred to life. He could see her eyes turn innocently inquisitive at the playlist to appear. "My grades are doing okay, I suppose... I'm trying not to stress as much as I did in my first year."

"Glad to hear it. You've always been a good student," he complimented, pulling out of the designated parking space. He glanced at her again and caught her still staring at the touchscreen, her cheeks slightly rosy now. "You can pick a song if you'd like."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Leaning slightly forward, y/n scrolled through the list of songs, keen eyes quickly scanning the various artists. "You have pretty good taste, Sir. I also listen to The Neighbourhood." she mumbled after a while.

"Thanks." Naruto watched her tap a song now - Sweater Weather. Of course. Listening to the soft melody beginning to mix with the thundering rain hitting against the roof of the car, he said, "So, any plans for what you're gonna do after you get your diploma?"

"Not really, no," she said, scratching her cheek with those prettily manicured nails, "Maybe travel a bit?"

"Always a good idea."

"Mhm."

Silence again. Awkward.

"You gonna lead the way, or should I use the GPS?" he asked, looking at her once more. Naruto promptly ignored the little plaid skirt she wore and the high knee-socks accompanying the flimsy thing. No matter that it made him swallow a bit more thickly than usual, and made his skin go taut to such a degree that it felt too tight to cover the entirety of his bones.

They usually did that - her clothes. Had been doing so for months, actually. He refused to acknowledge it, as it was the sane way to do.

"I can lead the way, if it's all right with you?" she spoke softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Fine with me."

"Okay." He could see her fingers dig into the sleeves of her thin blouse then, her tits squeezing together with the action. They practically ate up the darn seat belt. Sure, all of the buttons were modestly secured, but the cotton was still tight. Too tight. "Turn left here, please."

"Left, yes. Okay." he rambled, his knee shaking before he rested his foot on the gas pedal again. His voice sounded weird. Clearing his throat, Naruto focused on the road instead, both brows pinching together in mild exasperation. The last thing he needed was to cause a fucking car crash because he couldn't stop staring at his student's tits. Pathetic.

Said student sighed and rubbed her arms a bit, but said nothing.

"Are you cold?" he found himself asking. Why couldn't he just keep his fucking mouth shut, already?!

"Oh," she stilled, sinking further into the seat as if in embarrassment. Scarlet overtook her face when she murmured, "A little, yeah... But it's nothing I can't handle."

"I'm sure you can handle it, Miss l/n." Naruto said, and thought about punching himself in the face right then and there. Flicking on the heaters, he offered her a tentative smile, "But I think it'd be better if you didn't catch a cold."

"How so?" she questioned, wary eyes looking at the pleasant grin to adorn his face, now.

"Well, you wouldn't be able to attend my lecture if you got sick, now would you?" he chuckled lowly, flicking his gaze towards her again. God, the first thing he was going to do after arriving home was slam his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, th-that's true." she stumbled, biting the inside of her cheek. She could have sworn that he smirked at the stutter.

Mother above, he was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes upon. Tall and assertive, owning a sharp jawline, and a voice so deep that the rasp of it could make even the dullest of lectures sound like a goddamn poem - Professor Naruto Uzumaki had always been her favourite to look at.

There wasn't a thing in the Universe that she enjoyed more than following the flex of his strong biceps whenever he wrote on the blackboard in their classroom, or the potent build of him that he always alluringly accentuated with the countless fancy dress shirts and nicely-fitting pants he loved to wear so goddamn much. 

His hair was golden like rows upon rows of rich fields of wheat, and his eyes blue like a clear July sky. Even his tan complexion screamed summer, and heat, and endless, feverish sun. He was absolutely breathtaking in every aspect. It made her feel very small, compared to his overwhelming presence. And not just because he held the authority.

y/n felt heat pool between her legs at the thought. Warmth recoiled within the pit of her stomach, though the reason for it wasn't as obscene as the one she had thought of at first.

"Uh... Sir?"

Ignoring the way his dick twitched inside his pants at the title, Naruto merely hummed in reply, "Hm?"

"The seat's getting kind of hot," she mumbled, entire face searing pink. She shifted from side to side, squeezing her thighs together.

Naruto glanced at her squirming, eyes quickly dipping towards the hem of her skirt which she kept pressing against the top of her thighs in order to keep from rising up. He fought back the hint of amusement in his smile when he said, "Yeah, I flicked on the seat warmer for you. It'll warm you up faster." 

"Oh... Okay."

A beat of silence echoed between them for a third time. He listened to her breathing. It had turned shallow, somewhat.

"Does it feel good, Miss l/n?" he asked quietly, his grip on the steering wheel tenacious. At this point, he was asking for it. Seriously, what was wrong with him?

"Yes, Mr. Uzumaki." she replied, her voice adorably meek.

He swallowed the saliva to gather inside his mouth again, "Want me to turn it up even higher?"

"That'd be nice."

He did. Watched her squirm and part her legs slightly at the warmth to pour into her, too. Listening to the quiet sigh of appreciation, he smiled, "Better?"

"Loads."

The word made him think about something he shouldn't be thinking about when his student was around. Made him fantasize about slamming her down on his cock right there; in the backseat of his car, until she'd cry from the pleasure as she bounced, and bounced, and bounced and he indeed did stuff his load right into her damn womb. He just knew that her pussy would be warm to wrap around his dick after all the damn heat he was making her endure, now.

Naruto bit the inside of his cheek so hard that he nearly drew blood. Perhaps it'd be better to crash the car, after all. "How far are we from your home?"

"About fifteen minutes," she said, staring out the window, "But, it's completely all right if you drop me off at the nearest bus station, Sir. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"I don't mind," he grit out, indecent thoughts tumbling one after the other, "It's Friday... I've got all the time in the world."

"Yeah?" she giggled, shuffling in her seat again, "No party to run home to?"

"I've partied enough during my twenties, Miss l/n," he replied with a low chuckle. "So, no. No party."

Silence. And then; "How about a wife?"

He quirked an eyebrow at the question. But instead of scolding her for prodding at his privacy like an educator following the fucking code would; Naruto instead decided to bite into the challenge, "I'm not married."

"Oh?"

"Before you judge me as to why I am not; I don't recall a boyfriend offering you a ride home in all this rain."

She scoffed, "That's because I don't have a boyfriend."

He threw her a wary side-glance, "How so?" This was getting personal. God help him.

"Boys are jerks," she offered plainly, rolling her eyes.

He snickered. "Remind me... How old are you again?"

"Twenty-two."

"Ah," he mused, tapping the steering wheel with his index finger, "They really are jerks, then. At least at that age."

They shared a quiet laugh. "Were you one?" she questioned out of the blue. 

"Hm?"

"A jerk?"

"Well," Naruto mumbled, shrugging, "A bit, yeah."

Her eyes flashed with mischief when she turned to look at him. "Why?"

"I..." his brows furrowed as he searched for the right word, "Let's just say that I wasn't exactly of the tame sort during my high school and college years."

"What does that mean; tame?" she shot out the question like a bullet. Goddamn, this girl had zero sense of formality.

"I used to party a lot." He mumbled the last bit a bit more quietly, "And everything else that came along with said partying."

"So, you did drugs?" she asked, her features blank.

Naruto nearly choked on his own spit, "Heavens no!"

"Then what?" she laughed at his wide-eyed expression.

"Just..." he sighed, scrubbing a tired hand across his face whilst gripping the steering wheel with the other, "I drank a lot, fought a bit, and had fun with quite a few girls. That's it."

"I don't understand how that makes you a jerk, though?"

"I wasn't always nice to the girls," Naruto admitted finally, the tips of his ears searing red. "But that's all in the past, now."

"Bummer."

"What?"

"Hm?" she hummed, both of her eyebrows shooting up. She ran her fingers through her hair, "So, you were, excuse the term, Professor; a fuckboy?"

Naruto's lips twitched at the corners. "I suppose so."

She stared at him for a long moment. Studied him thoroughly, until he couldn't help but glance back. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she uttered, shrugging, "I just can't see it."

"Can't see what?"

"You being a fuckboy."

He blinked. Stopping at a red light, he turned to look at her properly now, "What's that supposed to mean, Miss l/n?" 

"I'm sorry, but you're just so..." she tilted her head lightly to the side as she studied him again, snickering lightly, "Mellow." She even did him the courtesy of gesturing all over him as if to further prove her point.

Naruto stared at her, the expression on his face blank; unreadable. His student had struck a nerve with the sly comment. Had made him see red. Sure, he had just entered his thirties, and his college days were long behind him, but he was still fun. She had no clue how fun he could get. Perhaps he'd show her.

No, not perhaps. He had to show her. To prove her wrong. This was his dignity they were talking about, for crying out loud!

And so, with a heart that hammered with offence and the need to prove himself, Naruto repeated,

"Hah... You think I'm mellow?"

---

Naruto had no idea how it had happened.

One second he was staring at her as she kept giggling at his expense, and the next one he was pushing her on his cock in the backseat of his car in an abandoned parking lot. He hadn't even managed to take his pants off, just kind of fumbled with the button and zipper until his dick had been freed just enough for him to slam it right inside her tight, little pussy.

The sensation nearly made his vision spin. It had certainly been a while since he had gotten his dick wet. And speaking of wet; this girl was drenched. If there wouldn't be a mess spilled all over his black denims when they were finished with this, then he could proclaim himself as the modern son of God and wear the Pope's hat.

Holding her pretty panties to the side with trembling fingers, Naruto sighed at the sticky warmth to hug his girth now. Sweat covered his brow when he grit out, "You can't tell anyone about this, y/n."

His voice was nearly a growl that vibrated against her lips when he kissed her, latching his hot, panting mouth to hers. The way his tongue overtook her own made a shiver run along the entire length of her spine. This was definitely not the same polite, courteous man she was used to seeing on the hallways of the university every other day.

No, this was a beast.

"I won't," she whimpered, her legs spasming around his waist as she tried to ease herself down on him, "I-I promise I won't, Mr. Uzumaki."

"Fuck your promise, I want you to swear it to me," he groaned, hiking up her plaid skirt. They were still completely dressed from the chaos that had just begun to ensue, "I could lose my job if someone found out. So fucking swear it to me right now, or I'll make sure you won't be able to sit in class on Monday. Much less walk properly."

Monday?!

"I sw-swear," she sucked in a sharp breath when he pushed further, painfully stretching her to the point where she feared she might just burst, "I swear I won't tell anyone! Fuck...!"

He bucked his hips upward, nearly making her eyes cross. The grin to meet her eyes was worse than complacent, "Tell 'em what? That your Professor is fucking that pretty cunt of yours? That you're riding him like a filthy slut?"

"Yes, yes! All of that, mmh...!" she groaned, head lolling backwards at the pressure within her lower stomach. He could feel her toes curl against his thighs when he stretched her even further. Naruto was relentless, he'd fill up every single inch of her warm pussy, until she'd end up gushing on his cock. He swore that he would.And he was just upset enough to actually do it. 

'Mellow', she had called him. Fuck that. Serves her right.

"Say it," Naruto breathed, his broad hand tangling into her hair. He traced his fingertips across her scalp before he yanked a handful of her hair so harshly that she cried out, "Say that you're a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock."

Her eyes brimmed with hot tears, her upper lip profoundly quivering when she uttered, "I'm a filthy slut, who enjoys riding her Professor's cock." The sound of how weak and ashamed her voice sounded when she said it made a wildfire erupt within his chest. Made him want to roar.

"Well, aren't you a naughty girl for enjoying something that dirty, huh? What would your father think of you?" he snarled in reply, his eyes blazing with wickedness, "Is that the reason why you come to my class dressed like a goddamn whore twice a week? Why you taunt me and make my dick hard behind the desk with all those tiny skirts of yours? 'Cause you wanna get slammed in 'em by me?"

Dear god, he was going to ruin her. Bit by bit.

"Yes, that's exactly the reason!" she cried out again, squeezing her eyes shut when he sank his teeth into her neck. "I-I did it all just to tempt you."

"You're such a bitch, y/n," he grunted, teeth gritting together when she rolled her hips against his own, "All you do is bring trouble into my life... Look at what you're making me do right now. This is all your fault."

"My fault?" she moaned as he quickened his pace, meeting her halfway everytime she slammed back down on him. The sounds of arousal to bounce off the sides of his car were so indecent that they made her blush like a sucker. She looked down at him - her Professor. At his heavy-lidded eyes which were glazed over with lust and the smug, crooked grin which was slightly bigger on one side than the other. He was dazzling; absolutely perfect. Especially like this. Flushed and sweaty, and so fucking happy that she was bouncing on top of him.

"My fault." she accepted his claim now, kissing him again, "Entirely my fault, Mr. Uzumaki."

"It's Naruto," he grunted, his warm tongue stroking her bottom lip, "How about you learn my fuckin' name, before you sit on my dick, you cock-thirsty slut? Or is it not important for you to know the name of the man you fuck?"

"I'm sorry, Naruto." she purred, wincing when he smacked her ass in warning. His broad hands caressed her curves. She nearly lost it when he squeezed the soft flesh; made it burn. He was on the brink of tearing her fucking panties off.

"You can apologize by making me cum, sweetheart." he whispered, the beam of his teeth tantalizing and dangerous, "I've had a long day of enduring your stupid teasing."

"How?" she mumbled, face red. The poor girl had no idea what got him going past the edge.

"Figure it out," he drawled nonchalantly, "Or we're staying here, until you're begging me to stop pounding your cunt."

She bit her lip as she studied him. Loosened his tie and undid the first two buttons of his navy blue dress shirt with nimble fingers before carefully pressing her lips to the crook of his neck. Her nails dug into his crisp button-up now; curling around his broad shoulders as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the sweet spot just beneath his jaw. She could hear his breathing stagger every time she dragged her tongue across the freshly-forming bruise.

"I'm so happy that you're letting me ride you, Professor," she whispered, kissing his earlobe, "After all, your cock is so big, Naruto... You're so much better than the silly boys I usually fuck."

He quickened his pace, his hips jerking against her own. This was it.

She bit back another moan when he wrapped both of his arms around her, pressing her against his heaving chest, "I've always wanted to fuck a man. A proper, strong man that would know how to take care of my pussy. Not some silly, little boys that don't even know how to use their dicks."

"y/n," he warned, his voice hoarse.

She didn't stop, only rolled her hips against his own even harder in order to chase that extra friction they both needed, "They're nothing compared to you, Professor. I'm so lucky." Faster, faster, faster. Fucking faster!

"Nobody could fuck me better than you, Naruto."

The words were his undoing. 

And the warm cum he had spilled within her was her elevation.

The face she made when she came, made him outright gawk at her. This wasn't the last time he'd fuck her. No, because in that exact moment; Naruto had realised that he was going to own her body on every single flat surface of his home, his classroom, his car - his everything.

Because this was fun. He was fun.

Losing themselves, their mouths connected yet again; teeth clashing and spit exchanging as they filled their very souls with muffled moans, curses and pleas. Naruto pressed her against him as her warm, gushy walls milked every last drop from him, tightening around him to the point it hurt. She just clung onto him, cursing him and his entire bloodline underneath her breath.

He could only laugh whilst stroking her hair.

After all, y/n thrived in the safe confines of her home - a meagre little apartment on the top floor of a tall building, residing within a flourishing city. She felt most content when her nimble fingers were covered in layers upon layers of paint and charcoal inside her tiny makeshift studio. When her bottom lip was safely tucked underneath her teeth in pure, unrelenting focus as she painted, and painted, and painted.

There was no need for a single word to be uttered whilst the art flowed in the same speed the adrenaline coursing through her veins accomodated. She allowed her hands to do all the talking, rather than tiring her tongue.

It had always been that way. She was never much of a talker; was rather bad with words. Tried to depict her thoughts in pictures, instead.

Each stroke to come from her paintbrush filled her with exuberance, every swipe caressed her very soul. The creations to come to life, either traditionally on a canvas or digitally on a tablet; those were her true friends.

She didn't need anybody else. Only herself, her creations and paint.

Or so she thought.

---

"Hello...? Hey... Wake up, will ya?"

THE poking of a finger to nudge y/n's left cheek was persistently obnoxious.

She stirred awake in the queen sized bed; stretching her tired limbs underneath the heavy duvet. With one foot remaining firmly placed inside the dreamworld full of inexplicable shapes and colours she had been accommodating only moments before, the nineteen-year-old voiced a little groan in protest. Her brain felt half-numb from sleep, still.

y/n's brows knit tightly together at the ceaseless poking which continued to assault her cheek. It grew even more impatient with the sigh of frustration to accompany it,

"C'mon...! Wake up. Ugh..."

The voice which filled her ears was a warm, coarse sort of rasp. As well as unfamiliar.

Wait.

Her pupils dilated when she opened her eyes; adjusting to the stark darkness to engulf the entire bedroom. Her bedroom. This was her bedroom - her home. And in that home, y/n lived alone.

Which could only mean that a stranger had wound up inside it.

y/n felt dread spider-walk down her neck. Felt her entire body freeze into place at the sight of the tall, shadowy figure to loom above her curled up position - still nudging her cheek. The panic to overtake her sucked all of the air from her lungs in a single blow; made every exhale tremble. She couldn't move, couldn't breathe. Couldn't even remember how to do either of those things.

The intruder to stand before her did know how, though.

His hand slid from her cheek. y/n stilled; body falling rigid at the broad palm to rest upon her shoulder, now. She couldn't tell how rough the finger pads were as one hooked underneath the thin strap of her silken nightgown. The movement was awkward - graceless. It brushed along her velvet skin which was still warm from the relentless summer heat to pour through the parted curtains.

The realization struck her like a bolt of lightning; Had he gotten in through the window?

No, wait - that was impossible. She lived on the top floor of a fourteen-story building. There was no way this man - or any man, for that matter - would have been able to attempt that climb and survive it. Much less succeed in finishing it.

The only reasonable explanation was the front door. So, she must have forgotten to lock it. Though, she could have sworn that she remembered checking the locks before going to bed last night...

The stranger grabbed her by the shoulder now, digits curling. Her skin went taut over her bones from the fear to overtake her very being.

Inhaling a petrified breath through her nose, the young artist squeezed her eyes shut. This was the moment she - as a woman, had feared the most. Her body was going to get taken advantage of. This terrible man was going to hurt her; torture her. Perhaps even murder her.

Who would be the unfortunate soul to find her mutilated body after he'd be done having his way with her? Who would be the first one to notice that something was wrong, after she wouldn't be answering her phone for days?

She hoped - prayed to a God she had never believed in, that it wouldn't be her family who would find her dead in the end. Anybody, but her parents and little brother. She couldn't stomach the thought. Didn't even have time to do it, as the intruder gave her a hard shake.

She whimpered out a little sob, voice breaking, "Pl-Please... I... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything!"

At her cry, he stilled. y/n felt her throat tighten around the lump to reside within. Her lungs had started to burn from the sobbing she was choking back. Even her spit tasted bitter.

"What...?" he spoke finally. Distracted - he was distracted. "What are you going on about, 'tteba- Ah, fuck!"

The curse he let out was a groan of pained disapproval at the sudden way her teeth sank into his right forearm. y/n clenched her jaw as tight as she possibly could, barely acknowledging the dry cotton to meet her teeth. Bandages scraped her tongue, absorbing her saliva.

"Stop it! Fucking stop biting me!" his shout was a thundering boom to resonate throughout the room. She felt his other hand press against the side of her head. He pushed, fingers clumsily tangling into her hair as he fought back.

Goddamn, he was massive. Heavier and so much stronger than her, but she had to do something - anything. Needed to at least try and put up a fight, because her life was on the line. Had to somehow push him away just enough to escape the bedroom and run. All she needed was a couple of seconds to reach the door. Just a measly couple of seconds.

He screamed when she dug her incisors even harder into the bandaged flesh. Her body thrashed on top of the bed, the duvet slipping off at her ferocious kicking. His knees bucked, and then he was pushing his weight against her; pressing her deeper into the mattress. Her hands slammed against his jaw and forehead, nails clinking and scratching against metal.

"Let go! Fuck...! S-Stop it! Stop, stop, stop!" he roared, curse words spilling one after the other as she pushed and bit and fought, and fought, and fought against him.

She felt his digits dig just beneath her jaw as he tried prying her mouth open by force. Felt two of them hook underneath her bottom lip and tug. He was desperate to make her let go of him.

No way in Hell was she giving up the only hold of pain she was successfully inflicting upon him, now. In the midst of the chaotic battle concerning her survival, the man she was fighting with had succeeded in pinning both of her arms underneath his knees, after all.

And she was losing that battle. Slowly yes, albeit surely. And despite being aware of the harsh truth, she refused to let go of that last shred of hope that her teeth brought her. Refused to yield. If she was going to go down, it'd be by fighting, at least.

His weight felt painful when it pressed against her middle. She could hardly take a shallow breath. Her bare feet dragged and kicked against the mattress almost pathetically, now.

"Stop it," he breathed - pleaded her. "Please... This entire thing is a misunderstanding- Goddammit!"

She said nothing. Couldn't say anything - from the way her teeth dug even further into his forearm. He winced, his body spasming above her. His fingers were causing hurt as they prodded at her gums - nails scraping against her teeth.

"For fuck's sake, let go! I'm not going to hurt you," he hissed, the groan to resonate above her strained and full of ache, "You're the one hurting me, 'ttebayo!"

She stilled her thrashing at the odd word to leave his lips. Cracked open one eyelid to look up at the man who was still pinning her against the mattress. The room was dark, but the dim lighting to seep into it from the street-lamps below her window was just enough to make out his features.

It was the whiskered markings to adorn both of his cheeks that caught her attention. As well as the short blonde hair and the peculiar clothes. He inclined his head at her staring, the glint of metal catching light with the movement. She lifted her eyes to the thin plate to cover his forehead. The symbol which was carved into the steel seemed awfully familiar.

A spiral. A leaf.

y/n gaped at the male above her, now. A familiar male. Couldn't make out the exact colour of his eyes in the darkness to surround them, but still noted the feverish perplexity to reside within.

He prodded at her gums again, as if in reminder.

As soon as her lips parted and she slackened her jaw, he pulled his arm back in one hasty motion. She watched him nurse it with his other hand. He ran his fingers along the bandages, as if in meek attempt of dulling the ache she had caused him.

She didn't say anything. Just stared at him - outright gawked at him.

His eyes flickered from his arm to her after a short reassessment of the damage she had inflicted. He loosed a trembling breath, his plump bottom lip quivering slightly when he said, "If I let you go... Are you gonna attack me again, like some feral animal?"

y/n couldn't form words. So, she did the only thing to come to mind; she shook her head in answer.

A beat of silence ensued between them.

"You promise?" he muttered, one brow arching in visible hesitation.

She nodded.

He seemed wary whilst narrowing his eyes to search her face for any sign of deceit. Still, he obliged in releasing her after a short moment of careful inspection. Reluctantly, yes... But willingly.

She rubbed her aching wrists as soon as he slipped off of her, urging her blood to circulate at a faster pace. Her fingers felt numb. Silence surrounded the pair for a second time. Her gaze continued to flicker towards him during it. He had made himself comfortable on the edge of her bed now, legs neatly crossed. His eyes rowed over her in the same way as her own did over him.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.

She pushed back, untrusting eyes never leaving the odd male sitting in front of her. Paying caution to every single movement he made, she slowly caused more distance between them. As soon as her spine hit the headboard, she extended a trembling hand towards the nightstand to occupy the empty space next to her bed. Her fingers fumbled across the sleek wood in their hurried search for the light switch.

Click! - y/n flicked the little lamp to reside on top of her nightstand to life.

And as soon as the soft light splashed across the entirety of her bedroom, she was met face to face with Naruto Uzumaki.