#sai x reader

He’ll match your energy as best as he can, but his stamina is more about bursts of enthusiasm than longevity.

He brags to himself that he can handle it, but after a few rounds he’s collapsing into the sheets, panting and whining, “Give me a sec, believe it!”

He’s not shy about telling you when you’ve worn him out, but he always circles back.

Naruto never wants you to feel unwanted, so he’s constantly game for another round even if he’s trembling from the effort.

Expect lots of goofy, messy affection between sessions, like kissing your hair or rubbing his cheek against you just to stay close.

Sasuke Uchiha

Sasuke pretends to be aloof at first, he’s not about to look desperate or eager.

But the truth is, your insatiable drive stirs up something possessive in him.

He’ll never let anyone else satisfy you, so he takes it as a quiet challenge.

Sasuke is the type to control the pace; even if you’re crawling into his lap in broad daylight, he’ll grab your chin and mutter, “You’ll wait until I say.”

But once he gives in, he’s relentless. he’d rather overwork himself than let you think he can’t keep up.

Afterward, he’ll act like nothing happened, brushing his hair back and tying his shirt closed, while you’re the one left breathless.

Still, there are nights where your hunger breaks his composure and he loses himself completely, almost feral in the way he pulls you close.

Sai

Sai approaches it… clinically, at first.

He doesn’t fully grasp the weight of your needs, so he’ll ask blunt questions: “So, you wish to copulate again? Already?”

But he’s an eager learner, and the way you crave him makes him oddly proud.

Sai gets curious about your body, your reactions, your limits, he almost treats it like study, but it’s laced with real tenderness because he notices how happy it makes you.

He’s shockingly adaptable, meaning once he learns how much you want, he can keep pace without much complaint.

There’s also this streak of teasing honesty in him, “You’re insatiable. I think you might actually kill me. Should I draw your expression right now?”

Shikamaru Nara

At first, Shikamaru groans about the “troublesome” pace you set, sex is supposed to be relaxing, not exhausting, right?

But secretly, he enjoys how much you want him, even if he complains while you tug him back into bed.

He knows his stamina isn’t endless, so he gets creative: using his hands, his mouth, and his brain to keep you satisfied without burning himself out.

Shikamaru has this lazy dominance about him, he’ll have you stretched out beneath him, sighing, “You really don’t quit, do you? Guess I’ll just have to put you to sleep myself.” And he usually does, leaving you boneless and blissed out while he smirks faintly and mutters about how you’ll probably start all over again in an hour.

Choji Akimichi

Choji is surprisingly underrated in bed, he’s gentle, affectionate, and very tuned into his partner’s needs.

At first, your high drive catches him off guard because he’s used to being the giver, but not being constantly asked for more. But he loves how wanted you make him feel.

He has plenty of stamina thanks to his clan techniques and hearty lifestyle, so he can keep up better than most expect.

Choji is the kind of lover who makes it indulgent: long sessions, aftercare snacks, and lots of cuddles before you inevitably climb back into his lap.

He’ll laugh sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, but he never denies you. The way you crave him makes him feel adored, and he melts for that.

Neji Hyuga

Neji is disciplined, controlled, and not easily swayed— at least, that’s what he wants you to think.

Your constant desire pushes against his restraint in ways that make him lose his composure.

He’ll scold you, low and stern, when you’re too forward: “You have no patience.”

But when he finally relents, he’s meticulous and thorough, making sure every encounter leaves you shaking.

Neji secretly finds satisfaction in your hunger, it validates his own prowess.

He won’t ever let himself “lose” to your drive, so he pushes himself past his own limits to keep you satisfied.

Afterward, while you’re catching your breath, he’ll quietly fix his clothes and act as though he wasn’t just completely undone.

Rock Lee

Lee approaches your needs with pure enthusiasm, your sex drive is just another “training challenge” in his mind.

He’s the type to beam at you and declare, “I will rise to meet your youthful passion!” before sweeping you into bed.

His stamina is near legendary, and he’ll happily match your pace without complaint.

Lee is endlessly affectionate, praising you between kisses and holding you close as if every round is an act of devotion.

If anything, you’re the one left begging for a break sometimes because he’s so earnest about never disappointing you.

Expect a lot of romantic, dramatic gestures mid-session, and promises to “never let your fire go unanswered!”

Kiba Inuzuka

Kiba is cocky about it, he loves how much you want him and isn’t shy about saying so.

“Damn, you can’t keep your hands off me, huh? Guess I can’t blame you.”

He thrives on your hunger, feeding into it with rough, playful energy.

His stamina is impressive, but his drive to win is even stronger, if you’re insatiable, he’s determined to be the one who finally wears you out.

He gets a thrill out of your desperation, teasing you when you crawl into his lap again, “Already? You’re gonna kill me at this rate— but I’m not tapping out first.”

He’s messy, passionate, and maybe a little too loud sometimes, but it makes everything feel raw and alive when you’re together.

Shino Aburame

Shino is quiet, reserved, and deeply private, so your constant need catches him off guard at first.

He isn’t used to being pursued so openly, and it makes him flush under his high collar.

once he realizes your hunger is for him and him alone, it unlocks a confident, possessive streak.

Shino takes a controlled, steady pace, dragging every moment out until you’re trembling.

He doesn’t get flustered easily, so when you’re pawing at him again, he just tilts his head and says softly, “Still unsatisfied?” before giving you exactly what you want.

He likes making you needier before actually indulging you, it’s his subtle way of showing dominance.

Sabaku No Gaara

Gaara’s relationship with intimacy is complicated; at first, he doesn’t really understand your drive.

Physical closeness is new to him, so your constant craving feels overwhelming.

But when he sees that it isn’t about using him, it’s about wanting him, it softens something inside him.

He’s not as high-energy as you, but Gaara is intense. He’ll make every encounter feel monumental, as if he’s carving it into memory.

You might come to him restless and needy, and he’ll quietly let you straddle him, hands gripping your hips tight as he grounds you to him.

He doesn’t indulge constantly, but when he does, it’s all-consuming, almost worshipful.

And if you’re still insatiable afterward, he’ll allow it again, because your hunger reassures him in ways words never could.

Sabaku No Kankuro

Kankuro lives for a hyper sexual partner.

He thrives on fun, teasing, and pushing limits, so your insatiability excites him rather than wears him down.

He’s shameless about it too— smirking when you drag him away from a conversation, whispering crude little promises in your ear just to watch you squirm.

“Didn’t think you’d need me again so soon. Guess I’m just that good, huh?”

He matches your pace with playful dominance, keeping things hot and varied so you’re never bored.

If anything, Kankuro eggs you on, testing just how much you can handle.

He’s the type to brag about it later, half joking with his siblings while you smack his arm in embarrassment.

To him, your hunger is both a challenge and a turn on, and he’s determined to keep up until you’re the one tapping out.

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kakashi

i think kakashi is packing. nothing crazy but he’s quite larger than average. i don’t think he’d be incredibly girthy or anything, but he is 9 inches while hard and he has a slight curve that always finds the best spots inside of you.

when you saw his dick and then found out he was a virgin (yes i hc kakashi as a virgin, sue me) you’d be completely flabbergasted. how could dick this good be hidden away and un-used!?!? (luckily you have it all to yourself!)

kakashi doesn’t talk about his size because he honestly doesn’t care. he’d probably get a little flustered if anyone called him small, more-so because it would hurt his ego on why they would think that lmao

but he doesn’t get defensive, because again, he doesn’t really care.

kakashi in the beginning isn’t the best at using his dick, i mean he was completely inexperienced before meeting you. but luckily jiraiya’s books are so explicit so they teach him a thing or two.

once he knows how to use that thing, trust you will be put into cardiac arrest by the end of the night 😭 he will be ruthless

gai

i think he’s hiding a monster in that green jumpsuit.

i don’t think Gai is the type to tease or really be seductive (unless he’s drunk, but that’s a story for another time…) so he really wouldn’t boast about it.

he doesn’t think he’s anything special, and actually he doesn’t talk about it since he was bullied as a kid for having one ‘the size of acorn.’ (love that ep 😭 🙏)

he’s 10 inches, honestly. and the first time you rip that green outfit off, your jaw drops to the floor. how he was able to hide it is beyond me. He wouldn’t really understand the hype, but he’s happy that you’re happy.

I know Gai may seem clueless and stupid; and trust me he is. but also trust me when i say he knows how to use his dick.

Gai would say he has no idea what he’s doing. and he’d keep asking you if this feels good. but on accident, or the shear power of god idk, he hits all the right spots and makes you cum at least three the first time you fuck.

the guy is a secret sex god idc what anyone else says

he’s also super attentive and always prepares you well 🙏

yamato

yamato is average, but it’s still great!

he’s more long than he is think, probably about 6.5-7 inches while hard.

he thinks he’s small, especially compared to his comrades he feels very small. he always tries to hide while changing in the locker rooms lmao.

the first time you take off his pants, he gets super sweaty and nervous, apologizing that he doesn’t have much to show but he promises he’ll make it up to you.

he doesn’t understand that his size is still pretty big, and it will reach all the right places.

Yamato doesn’t know how to use it at first, but he’s a quick learner. he doesn’t ever talk about his cock since A) he thinks he’s small and B) he doesn’t like to talk about stuff like that.

also is you ever give him head and worship his dick he will be busting immediately 🙏 he needs some love

jiraiya

oh he’s big. and he knows it too.

most people that flaunt how big their dick is are just compensating for the fact that it’s actually in-fact not big at all.

but jiraiya…oh he’s big. i mean this guys has got to be pushing 11inches honestly. and the girth on this guy is insane.

oh and he’s be the type to be so fucking smug about it too. If you joked around with him, calling his dick small, he’s just sit there and man spread with a laugh. “whatever you say baby…” then he’s wink, and you’d look down to see just how big it is in his pants.

and he knows how to use that thing too 😭 🙏 and the dirty talk would be insane! saying shit like “don’t worry, i’ll make it fit.” or “look at you taking my big cock so well, such a good little cock slut.” Jiraiya pls 🙏

naruto

i’m sorry but naruto is definitely someone that gets defensive when someone calls his dick small (and trust kiba always does because he knows it makes naruto mad lmao…he’s the number one ragebaiter)

while naruto may be average when it comes to length, i feel like he really makes up for it with girth. he’s probably like 5-6 inches, still a good amount to feel full. but the girth is the crazy part.

Naruto is very impatient and also very rowdy, you’ll have to remind him that you need to be stretched for him. because trust me if your not that stretch is gonna burn 😭

oh and naruto knows how to use it. he’s wild about it too

he’s slapping his tip alllll over your clit before going ham and slamming into you like a mad man. i also hc that naruto likes anal so trust me all of your holes will be used that his dick.

he’ll give good after care though (or at least try!) he’ll clean you off and dress you and make you instant ramen.

sasuke

sasuke pretends like he doesn’t care. he’ll just turn his head to the side and ‘ignore’ whoever is making such a claim about his dick being small.

but trust me when i say, he secretly takes it to heart. ^my dicks not small…right?^ he would over think it for sure.

unlike naruto, sasuke in the opposite. he’s a very lean built man, he lacks a bit in girth but he makes up for it in length. he’s probably around 7-8 inches? while he may not be as big as kakashi 7-8 inches is still quite long, and it definitely takes a hot minute to get your body used to it.

sasuke doesn’t know how to use his dick, and it would probably be best for you to ride him the first couple of times you sleep together because he’ll be too hesitant. he also gets a little freaked out when he feels resistance while pushing in because he think that’s not supposed to happen. you just have to remind him that everything is fine lmao.

kiba

oh kiba would go on and on about how big his dick is. he would talk about it all the time, it would actually start to get annoying as hell.

and the first time you get him in your sheets, all you wanna do it deflate his ego and make fun of him dick, but when you hit the girthy monster in his pants, you can’t say shit. and he knows it too, because he’ll just be sitting with with a big smirk on his face.

kiba is around 6-6.5 inches, but girthy as hell. and veiny, it’s a lot of work to get it all in.

and trust kiba isn’t nice about it either. he bullies his cock inside of you and makes fun of you for crying or trying to crawl away. “don’t run away from me baby. take my cock like a good girl.”

he makes your tummy bulge no matter what, that’s his goal. and if his dick doesn’t do it, his cum definitely will (again…that’s a talk for another time *cough cough breeding kink*)

oh and whenever he’s turned on (which is all the time) he won’t even bother trying to cover the tent in his pants. he wears it with pride.

he does get defensive though when the guys call his dick small. it makes him so damn mad. he may the number one rage baiter, but he’s also very easily rage baited lmao.

shino

shino doesn’t care if people tease him about having a ‘small dick.’ he won’t say anything because that is the least of his problems.

it’s also because he is packing.

10 inches…..

he doesn’t talk about it nor does he boast about it. and if any of the guys say something about it in the hot springs he’ll just ignore them. he doesn’t think his dick is a big deal.

but he does love dominating you with it.

he knows he’s too big for you, and he knows it’s a lot to handle. and he also knows how obsessed you are with it. the only time he’s ever smug about his size is when he’s fucking you

shino is like a mastermind. he’ll prepare your body just enough to not tear but still be able to feel the stretch. he knows your body like the back of his hand, which is a cursing and a blessing all at once.

shikamaru

like shino, he doesn’t talk about his dick size nor does he care when someone makes fun of him. Shikamaru genuinely couldn’t care less if he tried.

the thing is though, he’s packing. shikamaru is very lengthy, with the right amount of girth. i say maybe around 8-8.5 inches.

He knows he’s above average; but he doesn’t really care. so the first time you see it and have a big reaction, he just looks puzzled. “it’s a dick…nothing crazy…” he clearly doesn’t understand just how big he really is.

foreplay is a must, which is unfortunate for shikamaru since he hates doing work. honestly, when he’s really tired and doesn’t feel like stretching you, he’ll just have you dry hump him and make out instead of going through the whole process. “it makes things easier and faster…” he claims

shikamaru doesn’t really dirty talk, but he does dirty text.

so expect to get a message while your in the middle of grocery shopping. it will say something along the lines of “can’t wait to watch your little pussy stretch around my dick tonight.” he’ll claim he didn’t send that to you…but trust that’s what he’ll be doing

choji

choji is embarrassed of his size because he doesn’t think it’s all that. (i also hc that choji is just insecure in general) and actually for a while he is the only one pleasing you simply because he just doesn’t want you to even look down there.

eventually you pry past his walls and convince him to let you give him head. and to say you were impressed was an understatement.

choji is 9-9.5 inches, with an incredible girth. and hello??? expansion jutsu????

the guys don’t tease him too much because they know damn well he’s big, and he can also expand any part of his body so they know if he’s not naturally big he can just make it that way. (i also hc that they don’t bully choji as a joke bc they about his insecurities 🥹🥹)

also he’s so nice to you so trust me he will go very very far lengths of time to make sure you are properly prepared.

neji

ok it’s literally canon that neji is packing.

i wanna say around 10 inches like shino, but maybe even bigger idk 🤷‍♀️. he’s not super girthy, but it’s enough to make you sob.

neji’s never really thought about his dick size before, nor does he partake in any talk about it. he doesn’t notice that all the guys get jealous about it simply because he’s kind of oblivious with that stuff.

he’s a very nervous person when he starts to sleep with you. and when you take his pants off and marvel at it, it makes him even more nervous.

It takes at least a month of prep before he can fully bury inside of you. and when he does, it’s magical.

he makes your stomach bulge every. single. time. it doesn’t matter how thin or big you are, your lower stomach will have a slight bump in it.

Again, he won’t boast about his size or partake in teasing, but he may let out a smug little smirk when he sees you limping your way to training practice hehe

lee

unpopular opinion….hes 9 inches 😛

lee is big, not really all that girthy, but long. and it curves in the most perfect way. Lee doesn’t care for dick size, he’s aware he’s a bit larger than normal but he doesn’t really care that much.

if the guys tease him, he will just be confused. “I don’t see why we are bullying people on something that cannot control!” he doesn’t get the joke. he will also get competitive and demand they they compare 😭 he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

lee claims he has no idea why he’s doing when he sleeps with you, but somehow he gets everything right. he fucks you at the perfect pace and intensity that has your eyes rolling back.

lee is the fingering master, it’s an arm workout in his eyes so he loves doing the it. so prepping you is not a problem what’s so ever. though sometimes he will forgot how big he is when you wake up in pain after sex. he’ll be so worried!!

gaara

ok guys you know i’m a sub!gaara truther…but i think this works either way

he’s not that big. possibly around 5-6 inches. he’s never cared until he got a little order and people started talking about size. kankuro always boasts about how big he is and naruto would always be bragging about it too. gaara started to think a little bit more about it.

he’s not a very sexual person, but when he does have the desire to sleep with you, he actually apologizes. “Sorry..i know i don’t have much to look at…” he doesn’t understand that it actually drive you crazy.

5-6 inches is the perfect length to make you reach your peak and his all those spots inside of you.

plus it makes it a bit easier to give head. it’s so fun to watch him fall apart when you take him down your throat. and when you finally convince him to let you peg him, it’s so easy to just wrap your hand around his cock and stroke him off. it’s also cute to watch it move with your thrusts.

but what he may lack in size, he makes up for in skill. Gaara is excellent with his hands and mouth, trust.

kankuro

like kiba, kankuro brags about his size. and he’s big…trust he’s big. he probably put his face paint on it too ngl…

he’s packing 9-10 inches, and girth. he wears it like a badge of honor.

he’ll smirk at your from across the room, legs spread and bulge showing loud and proud. honestly, when he’s not wearing his black cloak, he has a natural bulge that’s always showing simply just from how big he is.

kankuro knows how to use it too, and he’s a bully about it. he never stretches you enough, he liked the resistance he gets. and he especially loves when he finally bottoms out. your legs are all shaky and there’s tears down your face…and most of the time you cum simply just from that. it drives him insane.

and the dirty talk would be crazy too. “Aww…is my cock too big for you?” he’d laugh anytime you’d go incoherent or sob. “You all cock drunk, baby doll?”

teasing wouldn’t even get to him because he’s too smug about his size.

sai

ok i know damn well hes hiding a monster idc.

9-10 inches, thick, veiny, and curved.

sai had never thought about dick size being important, though he does like to tease naruto about it because it makes him mad. if someone teases him about his dick being small he’ll just look confused. “Well i know for a fact im much larger than you…” he’d expose them immediately on accident lmao.

sai reads a lot of information before sleeping with you. his movements may not be natural but he knows what he’s doing. he prepares you until it feels right, then he push inside of you. the second he feels how tight you are he simply loses composure and forgets everything he’s read.

after realizing how big he actually is, he will brag a little, but only around naruto to rage bait him.

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𝓝aruto Uzumaki

Naruto is absolutely insufferable. As a yandere, he would be even worse. Naruto likes a lot of people, but only few get to see his actual love, and only you get to suffer from his all-consuming obsession.

Naruto has always been treated like some kind of disease in his village. He has countless memories of being a small boy and watching as people glared at him for no reason at all. So for you to not hate him, to see him as a person and not as a monster— that means everything to him.

And he's not embarrassed to express it, too! If Naruto is in love with you, you will know. Ignorance cannot save you in this case from how obvious he is. He's not the type of person to beat around the bush, lovebombing just to ignore you the next day, leaving cues, hints, mixed signals. No, he's better than that. Naruto is honest. Too honest.

I sincerely don't even know if it's possible to put his obsession into words, it wouldn't be enough. Let's just say that you're his entire world. Everything that Naruto does— he does it because of you, for you, thinking about you, seeing you, smelling you, you, you, you.

He constantly babbles your name is his sleep, and hugs a pillow to fill the gap your absence leaves.

You are all Naruto thinks about, that is clear to everyone who's had the displeasure of interacting with him. When you're together, he won't stop running his mouth about how much he loves you. When you're apart, he won't shup up about how much he misses you.

Naruto is the type of yandere that lets his obsession swallow him whole. Unlike what many people theorize, he is not delusional. Naruto will acknowledge that you don't share his feelings, but that doesn't stop him, he follows you to hell and back, determined to make you realize that he won't give up on making you his.

So fucking clingy. Once Naruto actually has his hands on you, he just won't let go. He grips you until his knuckles turn white. Being without you makes Naruto feel as if part of his very core is missing, and that feeling hammers at his head over and over again until his mind breaks.

He's the kind of yandere whose health depends entirely on your presence. He doesn't even care if you spit insults at him or outright attack him— that's how pathetic he is— Naruto is willing to subject himself to actual torture, all with a smile on his face, just because you're here. He couldn't care less if you hate him, as long as you stay by his side.

Naruto gives you two choices: you either stay by good means or by bad means. And he makes it clear, your life will be heaven if you stand by his side always, but he will personally make your life hell if you depart. He is not afraid to break every single bone in your body to make you stay. Don't even think about leaving, ever.

It literally doesn't matter what circumstances try to keep you two apart, it never lasts long. If you died and went to hell right now, he would crawl through the burning flames, kill satan himself, and drag you back to where you belong: with him

Now, don't get me wrong, he is not selfish like that. Naruto hates to see you sad, all he wants is for you to be happy. He does try to force his love down your throat, but if that doesn't accomplish anything, if you still hate him even after all of his efforts, if his presence is the root of all your suffering, then he will gladly destroy everything he built if means bringing peace to your soul.

What's worse is that this obsession never ever diminishes, no matter what happens. Funnily enough, his love is so pure that it becomes cruel. Even if you were a criminal, Naruto would be on his way to clean your name. Of course, he's extremely fucking upset that you decided to join the enemy's side, but at the end of the day, you are the one who matters the most, not those innocent lives you took. Everyone deserves a second chance, and you deserve as many chances as possible. Even if you went as far as killing him- dugging a sword right in his heart, he would thrust himself further on the blade, if it meant being closer to you.

His jealousy can be quite complicated at times, you're allowed to interact with anyone as long as they're not hogging you. He doesn't like seeing you with other people, pouting every time you pay attention to someone else. But what is he supposed to do? Isolate you? Of course not. He doesn't really care about your social life as long as he's the one receiving the most attention, the most love and the most affection. If he sees you acting like that with anyone else or, god forbid, with someone he doesn't like or deems as dangerous, he will get angry pretty quickly.

This guy does not play about you. If a friend of his were to make a lighthearted but mean joke about you, Naruto would quickly get serious and tell them to stop immediately. Sure, Naruto might be a kind and friendly guy, but just hearing someone threatening to take you away from him is enough for Kurama to come out and destroy everything.

Everything that he does, he does for you. The least you could do is make some effort as well! Naruto does not wish suffering upon you, but if you're not willing to behave and keep trying to run from him then you leave him no choice! Do you want to be stuck in his messy, ramen-smelling apartment? No? Then be good for him.

𝓢asuke Uchiha

You absolutely infuriate him. Sasuke is introverted, bitter, glaring at anyone that comes near him. But he tends to be... Different around you, and not in a good way. Sasuke is cold because he was broken over and over again, seeing, suffering things that no child should ever go through. He had to grow quickly, too quickly, building hard, dense walls so that he never loses to his own feelings again. His indifference towards others doesn't steam from actual hatred, but from a need to protect himself, to show that he is not weak. But you have noticed how his eyebrows furrow more around you, how he ignores you only to get snappy with any interaction. That behavior seems to have a reason behind it, and for the longest time, you really believed that Sasuke hated your guts.

His plan worked. Sasuke wanted you to believe that he hated you, he wanted to believe that he hated you. He wants to hate the way you look at him with worry, he wants to hate your bright smile, he wants to hate your kindness and the way you behave and the way you dress and laugh and-

He just... Can't.

There's no use in trying to fool himself. He can glare and snap as much as he wants, but his mind always betrays him. You pass by and he scowls, trying to ignore the way his heart hammers and how his face burns whenever he hears your cute laughter.

For such a long time, he really just hated how he loved you. Love serves him no purpose, it leaves him soft and weak and needy right when he needs to man up and go after his goals. He needs to be as hard as steel and as sharp as the blade he carries yet you always reduce him to nothing but a boy who once whined for attention.

So he does what he does best: he avoids. He tries to convince himself that his attraction is rooted in the desire to reproduce. You have good genes, you could be useful for restoring his clan. But why does the image of you wearing his clan symbol leave him feeling so hot?... Perhaps leaving everything behind will make him forget you, perhaps surrounding himself with darkness might stop him from craving your light, perhaps watching the life fade from uncountable amount of eyes might snap him out of that fantasy where he's able to press his lips against yours. But Sasuke was childish to believe that anything would make him forget about his one obsession.

It makes him so angry... You make him so angry, he cannot hate you and that makes his blood boil. Training becomes his main distraction, straining his body to get rid of that fuzzy feeling. Sasuke punishes himself whenever he catches his mind drifting towards you again. You have gotten in his way for far too long, he wants you gone. But his arm seemed to forcefully paralyze before he could plunge his sword to your heart.

But the real danger begins when Sasuke finally comes in terms with his own feelings. He accepts that he loves you, that he's obsessed and too far gone. It puts an end to years of suffering, it quiets the havoc that his mind once was. He used to ignore you, but now? A pair of red eyes watch you closely.

He will only be able to rest when he finally has you.

Even if you're far away, he always manages to find you. Not breaking in, not talking to you, just watching from a safe distance. He wants to know what you're doing as he's on the road to revenge.

However, Sasuke has lost too many people already. He wouldn't be able to continue living if his darling were to pass too, and he needs to keep living, he has a mission he must fulfill. So I do imagine him eventually kidnapping you. He must think that since he's a dangerous criminal, you would keep your bite down but no.

It might not look like it, but Sasuke is infinitely patient when he needs to be. Do not test his kindness, however. At first, your behavior does annoy him greatly but he's willing to let it pass. You're scared, that's understandable. But if that persists even after staying with him for a long time, he will start to get angry with you. Sasuke can say really, really hurtful things, but I can't imagine him physically hurting his darling or their loved ones as it would just make you hate him. But I do picture him threatening to do so, he doesn't plan to actually follow it, but he can be so scary sometimes it shuts you up real quick

You won't be able to live normally with him while he's a moody young man driven by revenge. But as soon as all that war is over, he changes a lot as a person and as a lover. Eventually planning to settle down with you and even add a few kids in the picture if you want.

𝓢akura Haruno

Sakura is a rather... Unpredictable yandere. She doesn't have any concrete reasons to fall for someone, she just feels a tug and she follows it. Maybe she might have thought you were nice, or funny, or beautiful— and what was once just a simple admiration, turned into a crush, which turned into love, which turned into obsession. And similarly to Naruto, once she has her eyes on you, she doesn't dare to look away.

One day you're friends (or strangers), but when she gets home, she finds herself fantasizing about the smallest details about her darling while kicking her feet.

She hands you the most beautiful, red rose of the bush. It's torns break her skin, making blood dribble down her hands. And even if you step on that rose, she will look for another one, again and again, until you finally grow tired and accept it. That's how I would describe her love.

Sakura is not shy at all! You will immediately know it if she likes you. Sure, she might be nice but Sakura still has a bad temper, Naruto constantly falls victim to her knuckles. With you, however, she's the calmest person in the world. It doesn't matter if you're annoying, she'll think it's endearing; or if you're just straight up a bad person, she will defend you till her last breath.

Unfortunately Sakura is a little creepy. Sometimes she will randomly try to kiss you when the moment seems fit. She convinces herself that you love her too, you're not ghosting her, you're just shy. When you're not home, she will enter your house as if it was also hers. Placing her shoes next to yours. Laying on your bed as if the sheets know her. Hugging your pillow and picturing herself waking up to your pretty face. Taking in the scent of your unwashed laundry and feeling your lingering presence on them. Using your personal items like they belong to her, too.

I can even picturing her using your toothbrush. Freak.

Absolutely smitten. Nobody else matters, you become her absolute favorite. She's willing to ignore anyone's attempt to spend time with her just for the chance of getting your attention.

So so jealous. Especially if you ignore her then give attention to someone else. She fails to realize how much she's bothering you with her constant smothering. She's always all over you. In fact, ignoring her would just make matters worse, she starts seeing everyone else as competition, and she becomes at least 2 times more suffocating. She's just god bent on making you realize how she's the perfect match for you!

Talking about that, she loves attention. Give her a single compliment and she will remember it for the rest of her life. As a submissive yandere, she tends to forgive everything you do. So what if you constantly yell at her? You were just having a bad day. That's how she is— a single good memory can compensate for life-long suffering.

Unlike Naruto, she really couldn't care less if you're a bad person. Commit homicide and she'll be there to clean the blood, burn the village to the ground and she'll check your body for any damage. You're just so perfect! You can do no wrong, those people who are after you just don't know you like she does!

And she probably isn't even aware of how fucked up her feelings are. It doesn't make sense to her- when you love someone, you must give your body and soul to them. She does everything she does because this is what true love is like!

Probably would try to kidnap you. As a medical student, she believes that you can only be safe once you're trapped in her grasp, between 4 walls and constantly monitored by a smilling pink-haired girl. And after what happened with Sasuke, if you show any signs of an upcoming fleeting, it will send her in a panic. But Sakura is such a docile yandere that all it takes is an angry "Let me go!" For her to comply. After all, she can't risk getting on your bad side.

And since she's a medic, Sakura knows better than anyone else just how fragile the human body is. There's so much danger around the world, so much disease, so many ways to die— she becomes incredibly paranoid about your health. She forces you to do monthly checkups, nags you about food and hygiene and what you should or not do. She becomes unbearable.

Since she wants to make you happy, she would do anything you asked of her, even the inhumane, cruel things. The need to please you is so integrated in her brain that she can't think of how sick and evil she has become. So what if the whole nation is after her head because of you? She just wants to be good for her special one. If were to betray the village, she would immediately try to join you, too. Doesn't it sound romantic? Running away with someone because the world doesn't understand you?

You might treat her bad sometimes, so what? Your love is one of a kind, nobody would get it...

𝓚akashi Hatake

Kakashi uses a mask of a stoic and monotone persona to hide the absolute turbulence that are his feelings.

Love is actually something that goes through his mind a lot, reading "romantic" novels somehow feel therapeutic, they are a contrast to the bloodbath that is his life. But he's always an outsider when it comes to love— he likes to read, he likes to picture those situations, but only as an observer. People have flirted with Kakashi before, but he didn't feel anything. He's shy, he's closed-off, so he fails to comprehend how could anyone desire him in such way. He has never imagined himself with anyone, romance flusters him too much. And for the longest time, Kakashi was convinced that he would die alone, and that thought surprisingly didn't bother him.

Until you came along, and suddenly, dying alone became one of his greatest fears.

At first he didn't think much about it, it might be just a little... What do people call it again? A crush. That word didn't sound right. But he understood that he held great affection for you and that Kakashi longed to keep you safe, that's normal. As a jonin, putting people's lives above his own came naturally.

Then he began projecting. When reading, he didn't just picture the characters anymore. You would pop up in his head, he would imagine himself holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, getting intimate with you- just these thoughts alone were enough for Kakashi to drop the book and take some fresh air. Thinking about you like this flustered him to no end, and realizing that he found himself enjoying those thoughts was enough to make his entire face burn!

However, love hurts, life gets you dependent on it before stomping on it right in front of you. That's why Kakashi always steps back from relationships— he's terribly afraid of getting attached and suffering. Part of Kakashi feels like his love is a curse, he kills everything he touches, and that thought haunts him every single day.

He tries to keep his distance, he really does, but obsession doesn't know mercy. Kakashi doesn't realize it, but he's always subconsciously showing his love for you. Either by always keeping an eye on you, or neatly killing that one creep who won't leave you alone, or spreading rumors about you so that he's the only person you can run to.

Something grows inside of Kakashi, a feeling that's harvested every time you go on missions or stand too close to someone or hold a kunai too carelessly. Paranoia keeps Kakashi awake at night, words in his head that get louder each day— Kakashi is convinced that you are going to die soon— that voice gets impossibly louder, shouting at him until his eardrums bleed. And he can't take it anymore.

Kakashi kidnaps you, and nobody suspects a thing. Kakashi has been a well respected and loyal shinobi for years, there's no way a missing person is currently being held captive at his house, that's ridiculous. But you know the truth, Kakashi has a dark side that only people who are no longer alive got to see, while you have gotten a glimpse of it.

In any normal situation, he would have been ashamed to lock you away like that. But this isn't a normal situation. Kakashi has long been blinded by the fear of losing you to the point where he couldn't think straight anymore. Unfortunately for you, he's still as smart as ever, and extremely skilled, too. So there's no running away from him.

The problem is that, Kakashi is confident that you can be safe and sound in his house, but he doesn't trust himself to get close to you. Kakashi has successfully convinced himself that he's going to hurt you, that he is too brute to take care of something so delicate. So you are confined in a house that holds energy far too heavy for a civilian to bleed, with little human contact. Your captor is never home, refuses to touch you and can barely hold a conversation.

But this is all for your own good.

"You will get it someday," You never do. For only a deeply scarred and traumatized mind such as his can find logic in his actions.

If you wish to suffer at least a little less, you will have to accept his love.

𝓢ai

Sai might as well be the most oblivious yandere in the whole series. Sai was trained to repress his own emotions as much as possible, leaving him empty, only the shadow of a person who didn't get to exist.

Joining team 7, without a doubt, was the best thing to ever happen to Sai. Slowly, he learned how to be human again, how to feel. The second best thing to ever happen to him was you. The only reason you're not in first place is because, without his comrades, he wouldn't have been able to fall in love with his darling.

You make him so confused, so stressed. He tries to solve this situation with logic yet his feelings get the best of him every single time. At first, you were just supposed to be a friend, someone he could count on. But as time passed, he notices his body reacted... Rather oddly in your presence. He tries to paint a landscape, only for his mind to wander back to your bright smile. Part of him is happy that you're able to express yourself so freely, but the other part feels a slight sense of gloominess- Sai is not sure if he'll ever be able to smile as genuinely as you do, you make emotions seem so easy. His brush came to a stop, as he realized he had been drawing you this entire time.

Suddenly your figure occupied every page of his sketchbook, white paper covered with all sorts of colors, you were painted with such sensibility that it could make a professional artist give up on their career. Sai couldn't think of anything else, couldn't draw anything else. That bothered him, a lot. He couldn't concentrate on his own life or missions, his mind kept going back to you.

He couldn't understand why his heart threatened to burst out of his chest whenever you're around, or why his face got so hot that one time you complimented his artistic skills, or why his hands were now dirty with the blood of someone who wronged you.

Sai, being the oblivious yandere he is, turned to the solution that always helps him out: books (they actually just make him even more socially retarded but he doesn't know that). If he wasn't training or obsessively drawing you, most of his day was spent in that old, dusty library. So many authors describe what love is, yet it never seems enough. Until one book finally decides to touch the topic he had been searching for, perfectly translating his thoughts and feelings into one simple word: obsession.

Oh.

But just words on a page aren't enough for him to fully grasp his newfound emotions, so he begins to stalk you. As an ex-root member, he's terrifyingly good at watching you without alarming anyone. Sai thought that by watching you, he would finally be able to understand something that he desperately needed to grasp. But instead, all it did was make him worse. All that stalking did was set his feelings on fire, he felt this weird impulse to... Take you.

So he did it! Having constant access to you visibly relaxed his body and mind, and that told Sai that he was doing the right thing. His apartment is neat and clean all over, there wasn't much on the fridge before but he made sure to stock it with all the foods he saw you eating, you had a comfortable bed and multiple books by your side. So why were you crying and screaming at him?

He began reading romance books after coming in terms with his emotions. He already had an idea of what love should look like. So when you completely contradict his expectations it upsets him greatly. Why are you being like this? He was so sure he was doing it all right...

Sai, being the little dumb dumb when it comes to human emotions, would feel quite conflicted with your change in behavior. He sits at the park, pondering what should he do with you. In the distance, he sees an owner playing with their dog... An idea forms in his head.

You weren't the only one that had changed, Sai did too. He mimicked you, a reflection of your own behavior. When you yell or try to attack him, he punishes you either by cutting your food or holding your body tightly enough to leave bruises, maybe even breaking a few useless bones, why would you need your leg intact? It's not like you're allowed to leave anyway. And he's just so desensitized to violence he does it all with a blank expression. When you're sweet and accept his presence without complaining, Sai finds himself smilling, genuinely smilling. He rewards you with gifts or by showing you pictures of your loved ones, so that you know they're fine for now "See? They're safe and sound. Let's hope it stays that way."

You must play the role of Sai's perfect lover or else he gets sad. This relationship can work out! You just gotta stop being so difficult. Must he really teach you how to behave? Or do you want your best friend to get into an "accident"? You might even consider Sai sadistic but he disagrees completely, he's just trying to keep you in line. And if taming you like a dog is what it takes then what else is he supposed to do?

𝓨amato Tenzō

Yamato has no idea what love looks like, what it feels like. Sure, sometimes he would get a glimpse of the "romantic" scenes that Kakashi would read in public but those porno books mean nothing, they're just a sugarcoated version of love. Real, genuine love is ugly, he realizes that once he falls for you.

But can his feelings even be classified as "love"?...

Sure, he feels love for certain foods, shows, his comrades and students- but romantic love seems like a concept too far for someone like him to grasp.

But unlike Sai, Yamato is not completely oblivious. Once his heart starts beating faster around you, it takes just a little while for him to realize that he might have feelings for you. At first, he tries to brush it off. He's a busy man, finding a partner is not his top priority. However, things don't work like that.

Like a plague, your image starts to dominate every corner of his mind, little by little. He thought your face would be just a passing memory, but as soon as you got in, you didn't leave.

As soon as the dark, terrifying thoughts start emerging, Yamato figures that what he's feeling cannot be normal. Love hurts, but it isn't supposed to make him stare at his own reflection in fear of what he's capable of doing upon reaching rock-bottom.

He's the kind of yandere that would hold himself back as much as possible. Nobody suspects the horrible things that he's thinking, he wears his normal face and acts as if nothing is wrong. He smiles and laughs around you but his real self is trapped on the inside, scratching and tearing at his skin to be let free and just claim what rightfully belongs to him.

But despite how naturally he tries to behave, you might notice how he's significantly more protective with you. Yamato shows his love by lecturing you when you push yourself too hard, not letting you drink too much, or by hiding his seeds in your food so he can track you at all times... He's just making sure you're safe, that's all.

When Yamato notices that he's starting to lose himself, it's already too late.

He's not the type to actually threaten people, his scary face is enough for jerks to back off, and if that isn't enough, he'll just tell the person to cut it. Yamato is aware that's he's not... the most attractive. He's quite creepy and lanky and years of being a child soldier made him quite awkward and boring. Nobody would choose him in a room full of people, and that's fine, it never really bothered him until he actually fell in love. Yamato watches as his darling spends time with someone else and he tries so hard to hide how much it hurts. Suddenly, the thought of you leaving him for someone more pleasant, more beautiful, with less blood on their hands breaks him silently.

Yamato is overprotective, he has seen so much stuff and doesn't want the world to corrupt you, he doesn't want to see you sad or hurt. For that reason, I don't think he would be the type to actually kidnap you. Instead, like Kakashi he would try to sabotage your missions so that your title as a shinobi is forcefully taken from you. Obviously, he's the first one to know and the first one to console you. If you're dating, he would suggest living together just to keep an eye on you. As someone who's interested in architecture, Yamato could build an entire house to your liking, as long as it means he can also build a happy life with you.

His footsteps remain in step beside you, as if perfectly aligning his gait with yours. His face was impassive— oblivious to anything and everything you had thrown his way. You two were great friends, but it wasn’t like he ever wanted to be more than that. Sai was the only person who, when met with your clumsy attempts at affection, would receive them not with a blush or a flinch, but with a muted blink and a well-meaning “I appreciate your caring nature.”

You were also, unfortunately, starting to fall in love with him.

It was absurd. It was embarrassing.

But it was very, very real.

You adored his blunt, clinical observations, how he could devastate a room with two syllables and not even realize it. You liked how he always remembered your favorite kinds of tea, and how he would bring you strange, beautiful stones he found on his solo missions— usually with the explanation that ‘it reminded me of you.’ (You never knew if that was meant to be an insult or not. With Sai, it could go either way.)

You can’t help yourself, replaying the memory on loop: some months ago, you’d been sitting beside Sai on the bridge, Sakura nearby, healing her own wounds and pretending not to eavesdrop. You’d leaned in to Sai, smiled, and told him his hair was getting long. You’d reached out and tucked a piece behind his ear, watching for any flinch, any twitch. He just blinked at you, stoic as a funeral, and said, ‘Thank you for your observation. I will cut it later.’

You’d laughed. Sakura scoffed and rolled her eyes. Sai had blinked at her blankly, then looked down at his sketchbook, as if the conversation had already been filed away.

You didn’t stop the flirting after that, but you buried it under jokes and casual brush-offs, refusing to let yourself get hurt by the emptiness in his eyes. You were shinobi, after all. You could be resilient.

But gods, you wish he’d just once looked at you the way you looked at him.

You, Naruto, Shino, Kiba, and Sai had just returned from a routine security mission to a nearby town. You’d spent most of the walk home being sandwiched between Kiba’s exuberant warmth and Sai’s cool proximity, which shouldn’t have felt like anything at all, but did.

Kiba made a show of slinging his arm around your shoulders as you neared the gates, talking loud enough for all of Konoha to hear. “You ever notice how Sai’s got, like, no sense of personal space? Creeps up behind you like a ghost. It’s weird, right? You agree with me, don’t you?”

You roll your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs. “Pretty sure he can hear you, Kiba.” You glance over to Sai, watching his gaze focused ahead, but the muscle in his jaw twitched.

Kiba laughs, utterly unbothered. “He doesn’t care. He doesn’t even know what an insult is.” He pokes your cheek, drawing your attention back to him. “Unlike you, who gets all red when someone says something nice.” You scoff, but you know your face betrays you. Kiba’s grin widens, all feral teeth and mischievous spark. “See? Adorable. Hey, you wanna get ramen with me later? My treat.”

You look up, and just for a second, you catch Sai watching you now— head tilted, eyes narrow. His pupils track over Kiba’s hand, which is still boldly resting on your shoulder, and he looks away so fast you nearly miss it.

“Sure, Kiba,” you say, mostly to shut him up, but he pumps a fist in the air like he’s just gotten to second base. “Only if you’re paying. I’m not falling for the ‘forgot my wallet’ routine again.”

Kiba throws his head back with a bark of laughter, and Naruto, dead-center in the street, makes an exuberant noise of disgust. Shino mutters under his breath: “This is an embarrassing display,” to no one in particular, but you catch Sai’s gaze again, just as brief, just as cutting.

He’s fixated on Kiba’s hand with a look you can’t decipher. Not exactly anger. Not exactly annoyance. Something quieter, colder. He doesn’t say anything, but his lips press into a thin line, and his footsteps begin to lag behind yours. You only notice because you’re tuned to him— even when you pretend not to be.

The group breaks apart as you reach the main avenue; Naruto peels off to go meet Hinata, Shino vanishes into the shade, and Kiba gives your shoulder one last squeeze before scampering away with Akamaru.

That leaves you and Sai, alone in the crowded street. You walk side by side, not sure what to say in the tense silence.

You slow your pace, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn’t, you nudge him with your elbow. “Hey. Earth to Sai. You spacing out or just tired?”

Sai’s eyes flick to yours, obsidian and unreadable. “I am not tired,” he says. “I was thinking.”

“About what?”

After several steps, he says— quiet, flat, but sharp enough to prick— “You agreed to go on a date with Kiba.”

It’s not a question.

You laugh, but it’s shaky. “No, I just said I’d maybe let him buy me noodles. It’s not—” You pause, casting him a sidelong look. Sai’s face is a blank mask, but his eyes are burning holes in the pavement. “It’s not a big deal.”

Sai’s next words are so quiet you almost don’t hear them. “Why?”

You bristle, surprised by the edge in his tone. “Why what?”

“Why would you want to go out with Kiba?”

You stop walking. He takes two more steps, then halts, turning back.

“I don’t know, I wasn’t…” You trail off, feeling as if your voice has lost all edge as you scramble to find what to say. “Why do you care?”

He stands there, staring at you, unmoving with the full, undivided concentration of a person who has just remembered that feelings can be weapons, too.

For once, you can’t bring yourself to fill the silence with a joke. Something in your chest is misfiring, a wild pulse that makes you bite your tongue. You try a laugh; it dies, thin and brittle. Sai’s face is as closed as always, but his hands are flexing at his sides.

“It’s ramen. It’s not a marriage proposal.” You bluntly respond, feeling as if you’re being crushed by his stare.

“Do you… want it to be?”

He seems genuinely unsure, as if Kiba had practically just knelt down and asked for your hand. The shape of his confusion is almost endearing, if it weren’t flustering and confusing you.

You drag a hand through your hair and let out a huff. “I don’t even know what you’re asking me, Sai.”

He pauses. His lips twitch, searching for the right word as he stares at you. “I don’t like that Kiba touches you.”

Your brain shorts out for a second, and every cell in your body freezes at his admission. “What?”

“I don’t like that Kiba touches you,” he repeats, much slower and this time laced with something dark you’re not used to. “Or that you look at him when you laugh. Or that you might like him.”

You blink hard, trying to make sense of it. “You’re… jealous?”

He processes this— checks the word against some internal dictionary. Then, carefully, he responds. “Yes. I suppose I am jealous. I did not know that was possible.” He looks up at you then, expression unguarded for the barest instant. “It is unpleasant.”

You can’t stop yourself from laughing. It bubbles up, wild and shocked, and a little giddy. The world tilts around you, as if gravity has changed. “You’re jealous,” you say again, and your voice is incredulous but so, so relieved, like a fever breaking.

Sai frowns. “You are… happy?”

You step in closer, until you can see the confusion etched in the soft lines around his mouth. “Yeah,” you say. “I’m happy.”

He blinks in confusion. “Why?”

“Because I like you, you idiot.”

This seems to stun him. Every muscle in his face tenses at once, then slides into slack blankness. “I see,” he says, and you can tell he absolutely does not see at all.

You fist your hands in his shirt, tug him forward. “I’ve been flirting with you for a year. You never noticed?”

“I noticed,” he says, and there’s a flicker of frustration in his voice now. “I just did not understand why.”

You want to kiss and curse him at the same time, for someone so smart and strategic to be so blind. Gods, you can’t truly blame him, but you’ve been torturing yourself with thoughts of him for far too long. The urge is too much. You kiss him— quick, sharp, a press of lips that’s more of a declaration than anything. You feel him freeze, then shudder, as if you’ve tripped some wire inside him.

You lean back and meet his eyes. “Do you get it now?”

He nods, and you see the faintest hint of color bloom in his cheeks.

You take his hand, palm warm and trembling with some emotion he doesn’t have a name for yet. You walk home together, just like always, except this time your fingers are tangled up and your heart is fluttering in anticipation.

When you fumble for your keys, Sai doesn’t wait for an invitation. He slips inside your entryway, glancing at the reports pinned crooked on your walls, the pile of mail on your table, the unwashed mug that hasn’t moved in days. He absorbs your space like a reconnaissance mission: a scan, an inventory, a quiet stowaway of every detail.

You remember every time you’ve imagined this— but in those daydreams, you were always cooler, less winded, less obvious. Now you’re jittering out of your own skin, and Sai is so calm it’s infuriating.

He steps closer, all careful deliberation. “Is this your home?”

“Yeah,” you say, trying to sound offhand, but you hear the breathlessness in your own voice. “You want some tea or something?”

“I would like to kiss you again,” he says, not as a question but as a fact he’s decided to state aloud.

“Oh,” you say as heat rises to your chest once again. “Oh.”

He stands there, waiting for you to close the gap. So you do, and this time when you kiss him, he doesn’t freeze— he circles your waist with both hands with a hesitant touch, and you can feel how hard he’s trying not to shake.

He kisses like he’s learning the shape of your mouth, memorizing the soft feel of your tongue and where your teeth click against his. When you break away, he looks at you as if he has a synopsis. “That is much more pleasant than jealousy,” he reports, then leans in for another kiss before you can say anything at all.

You giggle against his mouth, and he draws back, looking earnestly at your face. “Did I do it wrong?” He asks, brows knitted in concern.

“No!” You say, maybe too loud. “You’re doing it perfect.” You touch his cheek, stroking the edge of his jaw, and watch his eyelids flutter. “You can, uh, keep going.”

Sai’s hands tighten just a little, and he kisses you again— slower, this time, like he wants to see how long you’ll let him. You melt into it, unable to keep your hands from wandering under his shirt, up the nape of his neck, and down the lean lines of his back. You’ve seen him shirtless before— he’s a shinobi, after all— but never felt him. You want to see him, touch him, trail your hands over all the places that you have ached for so long.

He pulls away, lips slightly parted. “Are you aroused?” He asks, clinical as ever, but his voice is low and rougher than usual.

You bark a shocked laugh. “I mean— yeah, Sai. I am.”

He nods, as firm as a salute. “I would like to… please you.”

You’re not sure you’ve ever blushed this hard in your life. You are not new to this, but his assessment of everything flustered you more than anything. “Okay,” you breathe, and then, softer, “yeah. Okay.”

You guide him to your bed and breathe in the scent of sun-warmed cotton and the faint, grassy note of his hair. Sai perches at the edge, eyes darting over the bedspread, the wall, anywhere but your face, as if afraid to break some unspoken rule. You have to push him down— gently, but firmly, palms flat on each shoulder— before he seems to grasp the mechanics of intimacy.

The moment you climb into his lap, you feel the tension coiled in his body. You run your hands up his chest, fingers playing at the edge of his shirt’s deep neckline. He watches your hands with the same rapt attention he gives to a blank sheet of paper, waiting to see what image will emerge. You tug his shirt up and over his head; he raises his arms obediently, baring the pale, scar-splattered expanse of his torso.

You can’t help but trace one of those silver lines across his ribs, curious. He shivers under your touch. “Do you still feel it?” You ask as you place a gentle kiss over it.

Sai glances down at the scar, then shrugs. “No, it is more of an aesthetic concern.” He seems about to say something else, then hesitates, lips pressed flat.

You press your face to the hollow of his neck— his pulse feverish— and feel his hands, unsure, settle on the small of your back. You try to be patient, to let him acclimate, but it’s impossible not to grind against his thigh, slow and deliberate, until you hear his breath hitch.

“Is this the—” He pauses, searching for the word. “—appropriate time to remove your clothing?”

You roll your eyes, but your pulse sings. “Mhm, that’s usually how this works.”

He nods, serious. “Okay.” Then, so slowly, with trembling hands, he tugs your shirt over your head, fumbles with the clasp at your back, and slips your bra straps from your shoulders. He looks at your bare chest with the awe of someone who’s never been this close to another person before— which, you remind yourself, is probably the case.

You expect him to say something awkward, and you’re not disappointed.

“Your breasts are…” He stares at them as he thinks. “They are pleasant to look at. Very soft.”

You can’t help but laugh, and the sound seems to relax him. He cups your chest, tentative at first, then with growing confidence, like he’s testing the weight of something precious. He brushes his thumb over your nipple, and you let out a sound that’s half giggle, half gasp.

Sai blinks. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you say, voice light. “That’s… that’s good.”

He files this away, and repeats the gesture, then leans in and— after a moment of deliberation— flicks his tongue over your nipple. You go rigid at the sensation, and he tilts his head slightly, as if analyzing your reaction. “You’re very sensitive here.”

“Most people are,” you say, half laughing, half moaning as he does it again.

Sai’s hands keep moving, learning the curve of your hips, your waist, the delicate divot of your stomach. Every touch is a question: Is this okay? Is this right? Am I making you feel good?

When he reaches the waistband of your pants, you stand up, towering over Sai. He glances up, seeking permission as he toys with the hem. You nod— maybe a little too quickly— and he peels off your pants and underwear in one careful motion, pushing them down to your feet.

You climb back on the bed and pull Sai to you as he naturally settles between your legs. However, his focus shifts lower, nestling himself over your throbbing core. For a second, you’re self-conscious, but Sai doesn’t seem to notice anything except the task at hand. He studies the space between your thighs with the same sober focus he uses in warfare.

“I have not seen one in person. It is more… visually complex than anticipated.”

You swallow, half-mortified as you instinctually try to clamp your thighs together. “It’s not a scroll diagram, Sai.”

He tilts his head, thoughtful, as he holds your thighs apart. “No, it is much more interesting.” His fingers move up your inner thigh with a steady intensity. You gasp, and he freezes, evaluating your reaction.

“Should I continue?”

You nod, breathing shallow. “Yeah. Keep going.”

His touches grow bolder— he traces the outline of your cunt, fingertips featherlight but unignorable. It’s almost analytic at first, as if he’s following an anatomical chart, but when you whimper at the pressure, something in him recalibrates. He repeats the motion, more deliberate, and you feel yourself arch into his palm.

He leans in, eyes locked on yours, and asks: “Does it feel good like this?” As he circles your clit with firm fingertips. You can’t speak; you just nod, biting your lip with an obscene whimper. His hand begins to move in slow, methodical spirals, and when you shudder, he watches the way your body responds with rapt attention.

Then—without warning—he bends down and presses his tongue into your warm, wet pussy.

You nearly jump off the bed, hips bucking wildly as you cry out.

His lips are soft, tongue cautious at first, but when he tastes your arousal, he lets out a strange, hungry sound— a thing you’ve never heard him do before. He eats you out with the obsessive focus of a man trying to decrypt a code, mapping every twitch and shiver, every sigh and curse that escapes your lips.

You reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, and he makes a pleased noise, like he’s gotten something right. He sucks and licks your puffy lips, flicking against your clit, and you can’t stop your hips from bucking against his face. He doesn’t recoil; he just steadies you, letting you grind against his face, absorbing every tremor as the room fills with the lewd wet sounds of him devouring you.

He looks up, mouth slick and eyes bright. “Please tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” you manage with a breathless whine.

He blinks once, then nods, then goes back to it, this time working two fingers inside you while his tongue works relentless circles. The stretch is perfect; he watches your face with every push, delighting in every gasp and moan. You dig your nails into his shoulder, desperate for leverage, and he groans against your pussy as your breath quickens. You tangle your legs around his shoulders, giving him no other option but to keep going until you’re collapsing and clenching and coming apart— and he does exactly that, never wavering for a second, even as you scream your pleasure and dig your heels into his back.

You collapse back, dazed, and Sai sits up, licking his lips to savor your taste. His mouth is slick, chin glistening, eyes dilated and wild. He swipes the back of his hand across his mouth, and you’re about to make a joke— but then he looks at you, and the joke dies in your throat.

He looks hungry.

You reach for him, flush with power, and his hands shake as you draw him up for a kiss. Your essence is fresh on his tongue, but you don’t care: you want all of it, all of him, the heat and the uncertainty and the way he trembles when you bite his lower lip and tug. He gasps into your mouth, and the sound is so raw you feel it in your gut.

You slide your hand between you, palming the bulge in his pants. Sai’s hips jerk; he stares at you, weirdly affronted, as if you’ve breached all protocol. “You are very forward,” he murmurs, and his voice vibrates against your mouth.

“You say that as if you weren’t just eating my pussy,” you tease, gripping his waistband, yanking it down. His cock springs free— hard, flushed, and severe as the rest of him. For a moment, he doesn’t move, as if surprised by the sight of his own body in your hand, but then he closes his eyes, breath stuttering as you stroke him.

You grind against him, wet and ready, dragging the head of his cock through your soaking folds. He gasps, clutching your thighs, and you grin, slow and feral, loving how close to the edge he already is.

“Do you want to be inside me, Sai?” You taunt, voice molten.

“Yes,” he rasps. “Please.”

You line him up, pressing the head against your entrance, and he holds his breath, hands fisting tight in the sheets. And then he sinks in, inch by inch, gasping at the stretch, at the sensation of him so thick and deep inside you.

Sai moans— no, whimpers— as you take him all the way, your thighs pressed flush to his hips. For a moment, he doesn’t move, just sits there trembling, cock pulsing inside you as he tries not to cum on the spot. You grind against him, slow and greedy, and finally, finally, his hands come up to grip your waist, steadying both of you.

Then he starts to thrust, tentative at first, then with building confidence, until he’s fucking you into the mattress. Sai fucks you like a man possessed— like he’s realized, all at once, every moment he’s ever been alive has been leading to this. His control is surgical and absolute, every thrust precise, every draw back just far enough for you to ache, every snap forward hard enough to punch soundless cries out of your lungs. His face is warped, contorted with the effort of keeping himself from flying apart; his brow furrows, jaw clenched, lips peeled back in a snarl. Sweat beads at his temple and drips down his throat, tracing the line of muscle and old scar.

You can’t get enough. You’re greedy for him— greedy for the way he splits you, fills you, stokes the already-burning fire inside your belly until it’s blinding. You claw at his back, sink your teeth into his shoulder, your own noises echoing and mingling with the half-strangled, half-wordless sounds that scrape out of Sai’s throat with every wet collision of your hips.

He leans down, buries his face in your neck, and fucks you with an abandon so earnest it consumes you. Your body gives up resistance, opens for him, clamping down hard when he bottoms out— and he goes wild for it, cock pulsing as you seize around him.

He’s shaking now, whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. “You feel,” he grinds out, barely a whisper, “so— good—”

You dig your heels into his ass, and he breaks, rutting into you with desperate, reckless force. He wrenches your hips up, angles his thrusts until you’re seeing white, until your cunt spasms tight around him and you scream, cumming so hard you drench the sheets and quiver with aftershocks. Sai’s own orgasm rises sharp and violent— he thrusts once, twice, then yanks out at the last possible second, groaning as his hot seed splatters across your pussy and stomach.

He nearly collapses on top of you, gasping, body slick with sweat. His face is buried in your shoulder, breaths harsh and uneven. For a long moment, neither of you moves. Your heart batters your ribs, and your ears ring as your body goes numb.

When he finally lifts his head, his eyes are molten and wild, irises blown wide, mouth slack and wet. He looks down at you— at the mess he’s made of your body, at the milky spatter on your skin, at the way your chest still heaves— and for once, he does not look away. His eyes slowly move over you, taking in every detail of your flushed and ruined flesh.

“I like you like this,” he says, his voice hoarse. “I want to do this to you again.”

Your laughter is shaky, a hitch in your throat that turns into a giggle. “Gods, you’re a pervert.”

He blinks, then smiles— only a little, barely a twitch of the mouth, but the warmth in his eyes is dreamy. “Perhaps,” he says, “but you seem to like it.”

You lean in, pressing your forehead to his, feeling the stickiness between you, the heat, the rush of what you just did, and you realize you’ve never felt more seen in your life.

He kisses you, gently this time, smoothing your hair back from your face. “Was that okay?”

“Better than okay,” you say with a devious smile.

He nods, satisfied, and collapses beside you, pulling you close. You can feel his heartbeat, still wild and erratic, and you let yourself be held, melting into the exhaustion.

After a while, when your pulse has slowed and your brain has stopped sizzling, he speaks. “I think I understand now.”

“Understand what?” You hum curiously.

He looks at you, eyes calm and clear. “Why people want to be close to each other. Why they crave this.”

You huff out a breath in annoyance. “You’re a dick,” you grouse and try to turn around, away from him. Shikamaru’s grip on you tightens immediately.

“What?” You harrumph.

“Don’t move.”

“Why?” You reach down to pinch the back of his hand and grin when he grimaces at the pain. “So I can kiss you and get nothing in return?”

“I thought kissing me was nice?” Shikamaru opens one eye to glare at you. “You said so before. You said kissing me was the best thing you’ve ever done.”

“Well, I was wrong.”

His grip loosens and you move, turn your back on him. His hand slides down to your belly and under your shirt, splays wide and warm against your skin.

His mouth presses against your shoulder blade, the whisper of a kiss. 

“Don’t be mean,” Shikamaru begs. “I just came back from a mission. Shouldn’t you be all over me, glad I’m still alive?”

“You helped three Genins capture a cat,” you point out. “That was hardly life-threatening.”

“You haven’t met the cat yet.”

Your lips pull into an involuntary grin. “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your idiot,” Shikamaru points out, finally lifting the arm your head rests on, his hand mere inches from your face, his wedding band proudly displayed. “See? I got proof.”

Rock Lee

“Lee?” You manage to snag the end of his suit from his grip and pull on it, hard enough to make him stumble. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, Love, you’re awake!” His voice is much too loud for this early hour. You blink around for a clue as to what time it is, though the sun hasn’t even risen yet. “Wanna join me on my run?”

“What time is it, Lee?” You groan, rubbing a hand over your face. “Why do you go on a run now?”

“I woke up,” he explains, gently pulling his green suit from your hands. “And since I’m awake, what better thing to do than be active, right?”

“But it’s so early,” you huff out a breath and sink back into bed. “And you woke me up.”

“Sorry,” he walks over to lean over you, blinking down at you with bright eyes and a blinding smile. “You usually sleep much deeper.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You never wake up when I go for a run,” he points out. “You don’t even wake up when I come back to shower before sliding into bed with you.”

You blink, trying to process his words. “Is that why you always smell so good in the morning?”

“No,” Lee laughs, “that’s just who I am. A flower of Youth.”

“You’re a filthy liar, that’s what you are,” you kick your leg out, hitting him in the thigh. “How long has this been going on? You made me believe you stayed in bed the whole night! And dragged me out for ‘activities’ right after breakfast because you’re such a poor, well-rested soul.”

“Sorry,” he leans in, chuckling, to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Breakfast in bed today?”

“Hm,” you let your leg slide out slower this time, brushing your toes against his knee. “And I want to lay in bed for a whole hour after breakfast. Just snuggling.”

Lee’s face falls. “But.”

“No buts, your ass is mine.” You grin, waving your hand in front of his face. “You sold yourself to me when you said yes, remember?”

Kiba Inuzuka

Something wet, warm, and incredibly smelly moves over the side of your face. You need a second to realize it’s a tongue.

“Ugh, Kiba,” you wipe your hand over it. “Did you just lick me?”

“Wht?” You hear him, his voice thick with sleep. You realize with a start that he’s not touching you and blink yourself awake. 

Kimimaru is sitting in bed next to you, panting excitedly. Akamaru’s youngest pup looks strikingly similar to him, though he’s got yet to listen. “Down,” you tell him, pointing at the ground. “You’re not allowed in bed.”

“Wrf,” Kimimaru barks, climbing onto your belly and licking your face again. 

“Kiba,” you grunt. “Your grand-fur-baby won’t listen.”

“It’s our grand-fur-baby,” Kiba grumbles. Now that Kimimaru has moved, you can see him, his body pushed to the other side of the bed. His hand is outstretched, reaching for you, and although he’s still more asleep than awake, he looks pained. “Aw, are you missing me?” You ask, taking his hand, his wedding band cool against your skin. “Is that why you look so hurt? Because you had to sleep without touching me in some way?”

“No,” Kiba huffs playfully. “Kimimaru just kicked me where it hurts.” He shuffles over and presses a kiss to your lips. “But yes, how could you let that happen?”

“Excuse you? That’s your grand-fur-baby that doesn’t listen.”

“Ours,” Kiba corrects you, playfully licking your nose before sputtering. “Yuck, you taste like Kimimaru’s spit.”

“Sexy,” you snort just seconds before Kimimaru moves in to lick you again. 

“No, stop!” You push his furry face away. Kimimaru whines loudly but you stand your ground. “Down! I mean it!” 

Whining and huffing he jumps from the bed only to put a paw back on the mattress as soon as he’s down.

“No,” you insist. “You’re not getting back up. Go to your own bed. I know you understand me!”

Kimimaru whines low in his throat but does as he’s told, slinking away with his tail tucked between his legs.

Kiba slides into the now deserted space, pulls your blanket over him as he presses his chest to yours with a feral grin. “Hey,” he greets you. “You come here often?”

You groan and push his face away, though you’re not as thorough with it as you could be.

“You’re an idiot,” you groan. “Stop flirting.”

“Why?” Kiba puts his arms down on either side of you, caging you in. “It works, doesn’t it? I got you, love of my life, mother of my dogs.”

“Just kiss me,” you grunt, “I’m awake now anyway.”

Kiba snorts, brushing his thumb over your face. It’s gentle and warm and not at all in line with his usual act. “Nah,” he decides then, grinning. “You smell like dog breath.”

You hit him over the head with his pillow.

Sai

“Love?”

“Mhm?” Sai’s voice caresses your mind, barely able to penetrate your dreams. But you can feel his touch too now, a gentle caress down the side of your face.

“Love?”

You blink. “Sai?”´You yawn. “What is it?”

“You’re snoring.”

You shut your mouth with a click. “What?”

“You’re snoring,” he repeats, watching you with unreadable eyes. “It’s cute.”

“You woke me up to tell me-” You take a deep breath and rub your hand over your face. “That my snoring is cute?”

“Wasn’t I supposed to?”

“No,” you turn onto your side, your back to him. “Goodnight.”

“Love,” he presses closer, his chest pressed against your back. “You’ve never snored before. I was worried.”

You huff out a breath. “I got a minor cold, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure it’s fine?” His hands are cool as they roam your body, looking for something. You’re not sure he even knows what he’s looking for.

“Yes, Sai,” you yawn again. “I’m sorry if it woke you.”

He’s quiet behind you. “Is it normally not okay to point out that someone snores?”

“No,” you lean back into him, your anger sliding off you. Of course, he didn’t know what he was doing. “It’s usually rude… Well, snoring is considered rude. A nasty habit, I suppose, even though most people can’t help it. It comes with being overweight, or sleeping wrong, or, like me, being a little sick. No one wants to admit that they snore, even if they do and no one wants to be told that they snore, least of all women.”

“But it sounds cute when you do it,” Sai points out, his breath washing over you. “I haven’t heard anyone snore like this before.”

“You’re cute,” you catch his hand as it travels over your belly, your wedding bands clicking together. You lift his hand to your mouth to press a kiss into his palm. “Sorry for being annoyed.”

“It’s okay,” he presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I know you’re tired. I’ll let you sleep now.”

“Thank you,” you turn your face toward him. “But kiss me just once before I fall asleep, will you?”

“Just once?” Sai asks, leaning in. “That’s awfully humble of you.”

His lips are cool as they ghost over yours.

“Don’t worry,” you whisper back. “I’ll make up for it in the morning.”

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