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localkage · 9 months
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where uchiha men like to c♡m w/ madara, obito and itachi!
warnings: kinda explicit nsfw content, reader is gn and no body parts are mentioned , minors do not interact 🔫
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madara - has a massive attraction to your thighs, he might not voice it aloud but it's something you'll slowly pick up the more time you spend with him– how one of his hands always seem to be lured towards them, gently squeezing or simply resting there, firm. how, even though his hands wander and ravish every inch of flesh and skin, they always find their way back to your thighs, gripping them hard enough to bruise, keeping you pinned to his liking as he snaps his hips into your tight heat. and, if those hints weren't enough, you'll definitely notice this little fascination he has for them whenever he pulls out– thick cock red and twitching from how well you've been fucked, groaning at the sight of your tight little hole clenching on nothing as he does. he takes your hand then, wrap your fingers– delicate and smaller than his, around his throbbing dick. you can't close your fingers on his girth, but he doesn't seem to mind when he coax your hand on him, up and down, his tip aiming directly at your inner thigh. he comes with a groan of your name, followed by breathless curses as he watches his cum panting the skin of your thighs. some drops might unintendedly fall on your sex, staining the pretty swollen skin, and maybe, just maybe he's found a new place he enjoys the sight of his release on.
itachi - I'm gonna be honest, I don't think itachi even knows cumming on places other than inside is a thing – you're his first lover and he dearfully hopes the last as well–, so he tries to keep everything simple, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, if anything new ever gets brought on is by you because itachi cannot bear the mortifying ordeal of how embarrassing that would be for him– he would stutter, blush and not be able to look at you in the eyes at all, for days. and it's not like he doesn't trust you, he does, with his life, but this sort of intimacy – raw and physical is so very new, he can't help but feel sheepish. though, he does have his fantasies. sometimes his mind wanders, even as orgasm wash over you both, as he pulls out, breath heavy on your neck as he peeks down, watching his cum slowly dribbling out from your gaping hole– he thinks you're beautiful, ravishing. and yet, he still cannot help the thought of how beautiful still you'd look with his cum coating your heaving chest.
obito - listen, this man is a slut and a loser for you, he throws his own pride out the door if it means it'll please you. he's not above begging, and he will beg for you to please, let him cum in your mouth, please let him feel you tonguing his swollen tip as his dick twitches between your lips and releases on your tongue. he doesn't care if you swallow, god, you could spit it out on him and he'd still thank you on his knees, he's a whore and a simp, but if you do he will lose his goddamn mind– will kiss you after, deep and hard and will immediately sink to his knees and pull your legs apart to return the favor, tenfold.
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req: ( @rainn-zy ) Have a nice day Moona! Could I ask for a scenario where Itachi and fem reader have their first time in the dark, and then wake up together seeing each other without their clothes on?( I think this is kind of NFSW and SFW?) Anyway, thanks for your attention! Maybe I'm confused or misspelled, English is not my language Beijoos!🇧🇷🍡 (dangos because Itachi likes it)
this is 4.5k long so separate post for my own sanity. also, I went insane while writing this bc I was trying SO hard to convey the cluelessness and the awkwardness of a first time whilst trying to keep it sweet. pls sedate me ❤️.
warnings: NSFW, minors do not fucking interact. fem!reader, loss of virginity (for both), explicit consent, you guide itachi on how to touch your pussy ig, creampie, itachi doesn't last rip him king you tried, you still come tho don't worry, overstimulation (itachi receiving), he activates sharingan. everything under cut!
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itachi is a man who's praised and prized for his knowledge, for his capability. he can read his enemies' every move, predict every twist of a battle, every outcome of a plan– always two, three steps ahead.
but here and now, all of that has no use– not when you are on his lap, pressing slow yet deep kisses on his lips that send shivers down his spine. not when you are tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him even closer, raking every nerve ending of his alight with want, need.
for the first time in his life, this man doesn't know.
he doesn't know what to do, where to touch, how to touch you. he's clueless, and it's neverwrecking, because you are one of the most valuable things in his life– he wants to lavish you with nothing more than the best he can, make you feel nothing but comfort, love, happiness.
and he's been doing a great job of making you happy, of being a good, caring boyfriend. but he's never been a lover before.
the room is dim lit, lights out except for whatever surface the moonlight grazes. and he likes it like this, he likes knowing you can't fully make out his face– how his eyes are a little bit wider from want and his brows scrunched in worry, anxiety.
he wonders if you like it though, would you rather see him? be seen by him?
he parts the kiss but his lips still linger on yours, still a breath away as his thumb caress your cheek. it trembles, you notice.
"I can lit some candles if you'd like," he sounds hesitant and shy even as he tries not to, and for some reason it flusters you.
knowing that itachi, so reliable, caring and capable itachi, is as nervous and clueless about this as you is so very comforting. knowing you're the reason he's this vulnerable also stirs a heat inside of you.
"it's ok," you whisper, trying not to sound as breathless as you feel– what with you devouring his lips and taking every huff of breath from both of your lungs, "I prefer it like this... if you don't mind."
he struggles to hold back a sigh of relief. you just took 50 pounds of worry in weight off his whole body. he relaxes at that, lips faintly tugging at the corners. you can feel the whisper of his smile as he press the kiss to your forehead, chaste and assuring.
itachi doesn't push closer, he doesn't make the next move even though you can feel he wants to, if the slight bulge brushing your thigh is anything to go by. anticipation buzzes in the air and you cut through by entangling your fingers in his hair, it's a gentle gesture, unlike the eager way you pull him in to take his lips in another searing kiss.
his body shivers. your hands are on him, unsure and shaky but still tugging at his clothes, and your lips kiss every thought away from his brain– he can only feel you, smell and touch you.
it's intoxicating how you manage to erase every coherent thought in his head like this, so easily, and it's embarrassing how he's already straining in his pants when his clothes are barely off and you've both barely grazed each other.
you gasp lowly against his lips when he accidentally presses his hips against your thigh and you feel it. your brain short circuits for a second. is that...? that's his dick, right? and he's... hard, he's aroused for you and the realization of it makes your chest heave and you clench around nothing.
it almost unsettles you how wet you're getting so quickly, your panties cling to your skin and nipples are perky and craving for any attention– you need him to pinch them, wrap his pretty lips around and lick, bite them.
"I'm sorry," your mind is foggy with desire, you barely register the strangled apology. but you do register the way he tugs your lips up and leans a bit further away from you and you frown, placing a hand on his cheek.
itachi bites his lip, freezing in place. he's so so glad the lights are off because he's sure he'd die if you could see him now– red with embarrassment and shame. he failed you, he was trying so hard to keep his hips away from you, to hide his embarrassing boner and now he ruined it, right? surely you're nervous like him and this probably made it worse, he should be moving slower, he should–.
he gulps, "I didn't mean–," to hump myself on you like a depraved idiot, he tries to say but clearly struggles.
you interrupt the mess that is his train of thought,
"It's fine," the assurance in your timid voice makes his stomach flutter– from desire, sure, but also adoration. it's like itachi cannot breath without being reminded each second how much he loves you– why he fell for you. "I don't mind, I–" you swallow the lump in your throat but it doesn't make your neck feel any lighter, voice still strained with both anxiety and desire, "I don't mind if you touch me."
you both just need confirmation, just need to know you're both ok with this, that you want this.
and itachi forgets how to breath in that second, because he pants as he leans closer, "are you sure?" there's a pang of desperation in his rushed voice that you've never heard before– makes your stomach leap and the spot between your legs tighten with need.
your fingers curl on whatever flesh they can grip, blunt nails scraping his skin "please."
is desperation too what he finds when he kisses you– plush lips molding over yours, moving in a way that makes you eager for more– proved by how the second he licks at their seam, they part swiftly.
he devours you then and the intesity of his kisses makes you arch into him, a moan escaping and immediately muffled by him. you feel his grip on your hips, firm and tight as it pulls them down against his; the contact makes you whimper, you can feel him now fully– even through layers of clothes you feel the heat and how hard it is against your covered pussy. you can't help but grind into him as you break the kiss, moaning his name.
itachi curses low under his breath, warm breath fanning over you lips as he feels you dragging your clothed core over his bulge– makes every nerve in his body tingle and cock pulse with want.
you feel a weight at the middle of your body and a shiver skims down your spine when you spot his fingers curling around the fabric of the sash keeping your yukata secure. you feel his eyes on you and your hands wrap around his nape, fingers digging into his scalp as you pull his face to yours.
the kiss is much slower than the heated make out you were both having, but it's just as passionate– every movement of your lips sends a pulse down his stomach, and it's all the confirmation he needs to tug the sash away.
itachi parts your yukata with reverence– his breath is held as he guides the fabric down your shoulders, elbows, until it's completely off your skin and pooling at his lap.
his hands are shaking because he can clearly make the shape of your breasts and the faint shape of your nipples– they're perky and hard, aroused and craving attention.
he swallows hard, finger itching to touch and mouth salivating. he's never been this aroused before in his life, it's hard to think knowing you're almost completely bare on his lap, and wanting him just as much as he does you.
"can I–," he takes a sharp breath, trying to steady his voice, "can I touch you?"
your breath hitches and you bite your lip to restrain a low moan, "please do."
his hand, big and firm cups your breast and your eyes fall shut, thighs instinctively trying to clench, stopped by his hips. you can feel your clit throb when he experimentally runs a thumb over your hardened nipple, a broken moan falling from your lips.
"does that feel good?" he asks, hesitant. if the room wasn't this dim, you'd probably chuckle at how his brows are pinched in concentration, his attention completely focused on how he is touching you. he can feel the peeble skin of your stiff nipple and his cock throbs at your sweet moan.
"yes," you manage to breath out, "can you... can you rub it?" you sound almost shy as you ask, and it's cute, he thinks.
he runs his tumb once again over your nipple, this time rolling it around digit and body shudders, "like this?" you moan another yes and itachi groans in response.
his lips run down your neck, brushinv past your collarbones and your stomach flutters the second you feel it on your breasts. he presses kiss after kiss, all the while gently rubbing you perked nipple and squeezing your tit.
but it's when his lips finally wraps around the other one that your stomach tightens with need– you moan his name and your nails dig in his scalp, pushing his head on your chest as you feel his tongue give tentative lick on the perked little bud.
itachi downright moans against your chest when your hips once again start slowly grinding against his and on instinct of taking a sharp breath, he sucks your nipple into his mouth.
your head is thrown back and you whimper in pleasure. you're so wet you can feel your panties clinging to your pussy lips, he's driving you mad and if he doesn't touch you there, you feel like you'll die.
you grab his free, the one that's not deliciously toying with your nipple, and take it to the place rught between your thighs. you press his fingers to the waistband of your panties and you'd be so embarrassed of doing this moments ago, but right now, it only arouses you more.
"can you... c-can you touch me here too?" you ask hesitantly. you're not sure how far he wants to take it.
he has to clench his jaw to stop the most indecent moan from coming out his lips. he can feel the precum right as it leaks out of his tip.
he swallows hard, lips pressed on your skin to keep himself sane as he speaks, "could you... teach me how?"
you nod frantically, almost sobbing before you realize he can see it. you whisper a small "yeah" before you guide his fingers under the waistband of your panties.
his breath hitches and this time he can't stop the moan that hisses out when you press his fingers to your bare cunt.
he can feel you, on the very tip of his fingers– how your damp folds part around them, the delicious heat that immediately pours off you and onto his fingers, and how fucking wet you are.
itachi is worried at this point he might come in his pants at just the feel of you like this– dripping down his and your own fingers as you coax him to skim over your folds, to feel your lips and trace your little hole.
"you're killing me, darling." he whimpers, jaw clenched as he tries so hard to grasp to his sanity while rubbing your cunt.
his chest feel heavy and he can't stop thinking about how wet and hot you are, and how tiny your hole felt. how could he possibly fit his cock inside you?
you shudder on top of him as your fingers lead his higher and you feel tears brim in your eyes when he finally he grazes your clit with the pad of finger; the faint touch makes your thighs clench around his hips, makes you whimper his name and grind against his hand.
your fingers curl on his hair to pull him closer, an anchor, while you try to process what you just felt– his sickeningly sweet heat at the very pit of your stomach that teased a fire even bigger. you were panting in anticipation, in disbelief of how much your body seemed to crave for him to stroke your clit again, rub it until that fire melted out of you.
"there," you plead in a breathless moan, "please touch me there."
and itachi is nothing if not a man devoted to you. even if his fingers are clumsy and touch still tentative, he presses them to that swollen little nub that has you singing moan after broken moan for him, and gets your thighs closing around his hips. he can feel it pulse under his digit and he thinks you feel even wetter than before as you sob his name.
he sucks your nipple back into his mouth and go back to rub the other at the same pace he rubs you little clit, and the coil in the pit of your stomach is almost unberable as you sob. you can feel it, so very close to snapping and in desperation, you grip his hand, tugginv it away from you.
your whole body stiffens in disappointment, but you bite the frustrated moan back.
itachi's face falls, lips bitten in worry as he gently takes his hand away from you and your underwear. "did I hurt you?" there's worry in his voice and you gasp, realizing how that might have looked through his eyes– he thinks he fucked up, that his touch is wasn't wanted.
you try to regain your breath, but your voice still sound unsteady as you hurry to speak, "no, no. it's nothing like that I just–" you swallow hard, already feeling the heat prickling at your cheeks even before you utter the next words. "I...  I was close," you admit, voice small and a little bit shy as you press your face against his shoulder– as if he could see you, as if the room wasn't so dark and you didn't need to hide. but you needed the comfort, the closeness.
you find it hard to say the next part, words stuttering even inside your brain.
itachi sounds a bit confused, yet gentle anyway as he leans clsoer to you, a kiss pressed to the side of your neck, "and is that a bad thing?"
you whimper, curling a little bit in shame before you swallow it. "no..."
"but?" he coaxes, pressing another kiss to your hair.
"but I wanted to come with you inside me," you finally rasp out, words rushing out of your mind before you can regret or stutter on them. "if you want that too, I mean," you complete, you don't want to pressure him.
you're completely unaware of how his cock throbs inside his pants at your words, how his tip is leaking for you and how hard he is.
a hand sneaks to your chin then, lifting it up. he grazes his fingers, still damp and coated with your slick, on your bottom lip, coaxing it to part slightly– whether it is from the delicate pressure or from the immediate surprise of him using the fingers he was just rubbing your pussy with, he's not sure, and it truly doesn't matter when it gets a low moan from you. they feel cooler now, but the heat they felt is seared in his mind.
he's panting as he whisper right against your lips, "are you sure that's what you want?"
you could cry then– cry from how considerate he is, and cry from how this fire doesn't stop aching and how much you needed him while not even being able to voice it fully.
"I need you inside me so bad it hurts, itachi," you whimper, feeling the tears slowly blurring your vision as your pussy clenches around nothing, "I want this."
you might as well have ripped the breath out of his lungs by the way he's panting. he offers whatever is left of it to you nonetheless in a kiss, searing and intense, as he pulls you up and on your feet to quickly get rid of his own clothes.
you hear the fumbling as you kiss him, and you part it only to tug your own panties down. you fluster at the way you can feel your slick clinging to it as you finally get rid of the soaked material.
itachi is quick to pull you back on his lap. a shiver licks down your spine when you feel his cock brush against your inner thigh– his skin is hot and hard where it touched you, and you whimper in need.
"I've heard it might hurt in your first time," it takes you second to comprehend what he's talking about, too dazed by your arousal and how close you are to finally feeling him inside you, "please," he cups you cheek and the tender kiss he presses to your nose makes your heart leap, "let me know if I need to stop. I don't want to make you feel pain," his whispered words felt so intimate and assuring, like a warm blanket placed around your shoulders. you think you'll never be able to stop loving this man, and how much he cares for you.
you cup his cheek in return, thumb caressing the patch of skin over his cheekbones, "I will," you whisper to him before taking his lips in another kiss.
the kiss is deep this time, slower and more calculated. he wants to feel every skim of your lips on his, every graze of your tongue. his fingers curl around his cock and he hisses, he's so sensitive the touch almost burns, balls tightening and his breath grows ragged as he guides his leaking tip towards your pussy.
it takes some trial and error before he finally feels your wetness on his skin. you both moan as he slowly parts your dripping folds with the tip of cock. your nails dig in his skin and your hips buck when it accidentally grazes your clit.
you can easily  otice he's struggling to find your entrance, you're just as eager as him, just as sensitive and the process almost feels like a teasing torture.
itachi's eyes close shut and a strangled moan falls from his lips when he feels your hand wrap around his, you fingers brush slightly against the his cock and he almost loses it.
you're tugging at his grip, guiding his hand until his cocktip catches on your tight and dripping hole. you moan his name, pleading him to put it in and itachi feels his stomach tightening.
he presses his the head of his cock inside you, feeling your little hole slowly giving in, spreading around him. he hears you panting, feels your body tense for a second before relaxing. your jaw is clenched and you're holding onto him for dear life as he slowly guides your hips down and coax your pussy to take him– he feels so big, you feel your walls stretchinv around him, and ache not painful but unfamiliar, that still the breath in your lungs.
"you're ok?"  you don't even notice he stopped moving. even while sitting completely still inside you, his cock presses against your walls to firmly, still spread your tight hole so much.
you take a second to respond, trying to put scattered words together in your hazed brain at the same pace you regain your breath, "yeah," you manage to say, "please keep going."
itachi hesisates for just a second before gradually descends your hips onto his. you both whimper in pleasure and restraint the second your hips finally meet.
you're filled to the hilt, tight pussy squeezing around his cock as it tries to assimilate the thick cock pushing against its every nerve ending. your boyfriend, on the other hand, never thought paradise could be this cruel. you feel amazing, so fucking tight around his cock, he can feel your slick dripping down his balls and at this point he's not sure if it's your cunt clenching around him or his cock pulsing inside you. it all feels good, too good– he won't fucking last.
his balls are tightening in pleasure and the tip of his cock aches and ebbs small but thick beads of precum inside you. you plead him to move and his stomach feels taut, the moment he pulls you hips up and then guides it back down on him he knows he's gone– your pussy drags so smoothly around his cock, even as tight as you're gripping him, you're so wet that he could easily hold you still and thrust hard into you until you're a moaning mess.
if he wasn't on the brink of cumming inside you already, that is. he whimpers your name, almost sobs it when he drags your pussy up his cock once again, "I'm not gonna last," the confession is pulled out him in a strangled moan.
you can feel him pulse inside your tight walls, and you moan lowly, "it's ok. you come," your voice sound so sweet, like a siren singing against his ear, "I want to feel it."
and itachi is gone the moment those words leave your lips– he manages to buck his hips twice more into your tight cunt before his cock throbs and his cum spills deep inside you. the warmth is overwhelming, much like the feel of his tip spurting that much cum inside you. your whole body shudders, and you could almost cum too from how his cock pulses in your pussy as he orgasms, how he moans your name like something holy and how hard itachi is gripping you.
but you don't, your clit still ches in desire and your pussy still squeezes around him, trying to chase the same release.
his head falls against your shoulder as he comes down from his high.
"I'm sorry," it's almost inaudible with the way he's gasping for air, but you can still make out his apologies between his desperate catch of breath, "I– I didn't mean to... you– you felt so good."
you whimper, eyes stinging with tears– you're so sensitive and it feels like you're so very close and so far of the edge. even his words are enough to make your clit throb.
he hisses when your pussy tightens around his spent cock, he can feel your desperation– you cling to him, sob into his neck and to grind your hips against his to get any sort of friction, but his iron grip frustrates every attempt.
he coos at you, heart tightening in his chest– he hates to see you suffer. he presses his lips against your cheek, soothing you, "I know, darling, I'm sorry. it hurts doesn't it? I'll make it up to you, my love," he whispers to you, trying his best to ignore how your pussy keeps gripping his sensitive cock, in order to fully focus on you.
"can you be still for me, angel? I'll make you come, I promise," he will do it even if takes all night and day, but he won't be able to focus if you keep trying to grind your hips against his.
he hears you sob against neck before nodding, a muffled "please," uttered against his skin.
one of his hands leave your hips and he's so grateful when you keep them still, even when he knows how hard it must be for you. he rewards you instantly by pressing his thumb against your clit– and just how you teached him, he rubs it, this time applying enough pressure to cause your eyes to roll to the back of your skull.
your toes curl and itachi slides his free hand all the way to the back of your head and gently tug at your hair, coaxing you lean back, and you do, without a second thought. you're almost laying back as he leans forward, and before you can even think, his lips are wrapped tightly around your nipple, his teeth grazing at the stiff nub as he sucks on it.
the moan that rips out of you is broken and desperate– his thumb is merciless rubbing your swollen clit and the added stimulation to your nipples makes tears run down your eyes. it feels so good.
your pussy is clamping down on him, he can feel you're close even before the moan breaks from you, it makes his cock ache from rhe oversensitivity and yet, he doesn't pull out.
it's his punishment, he thinks– for denying you of pleasure for this long, for getting his before you could get yours. and yet, even as you cunt flutters frantically around his extremely sensitive cock, he can't help but find the overstimulating sensation, his punishment, sweet, especially as he feels yours and his slick dripping down his balls as you finally cum.
he's well aware the dark is meant to keep you both from feeling too overwhelmed by each other's gaze, and perhaps he is cheating when his black pupils dilate into deep bright red, glowing faintly in the dark night. he is cheating as he see you perfectly, eyes closed and every micro expression tiwsted into pleasure– but can he be blamed for wanting to commit it to memory, for craving to engrave you to his memory, just like this, in this beautiful and mindnumbing glory as you come apart for him?
no, no he can't.
his lips brush featherlight kisses onto your skin, from chest all the way to your cheek.
much like you, he's still catching his breath- low pants and gasps fanning across your cheek when he leans closer.
you can also hear it in his voice, the strain of it, the quick intakes of air and yet, there's still remnants of that hunger when asks in hushed breath, "more?"
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he wakes up to the nuzzle of your nose against his neck. he chuckles, hands rubbing against your bare back.
"good morning," you whisper against his skin and a small shiver runs through his skin.
he smiles, eyes opening to a room fully lit by the morning sun, and he gazes down at you, "good morning, my love," you lean back to catch his eyes and the tenderness in them makes your heart flutter in your chest.
your head tilts a bit in confusion when his eyes drop down your frame and he immediately averts his gaze, cheeks tainted red. you follow his gaze and immediately feel your own heatening too.
the sheets covering your bare frame had fallen aside, exposing your chest and stomach, probably when you moved back to stare at him.
"oh," you bite your lip, not sure what to say or if you should cover yourself. would he understand it wrongly if you did? would he prefer it? you're about to reach for the fabric when his fingers wrap around your own, effectively stopping you.
he cleans his throat, but he still cannot keep your gaze, and you're sure you've never seen itachi this red before in your life, but the way he speaks to you is genuine, and ends alll your worries on the spot, "you are beautiful."
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localkage · 9 months
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Any of the uchihas who are fwb with reader?
oh yeah, the uchihas that love so deeply getting into a casual, no-commitment, no feelings kinda thing. what could ever go wrong with that right? 🧐😔🙄🙄
warnings: suggestive, boruto era sasuke, this is 100% crack.
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itachi - intercourse before marriage??? not even in a proper relationship???? absolutely not, he's not a slut. his dick is out of commission for whorish behaviors like those, if you want it you have to wine, dine and boyfriend him, sorry.
madara - you think madara would engage in such lowly behaviors? you think the uchiha madara, powerful and most feared man would simply agree to be your little booty call, like a slut?? 100% would and would have the most fun of his life teasing you about it as well, saying that he's doing charity work here, you know, helping out a friend in need. isn't he just so considerate? he eats his own words because he definitely ends up catching feelings and he's seething.
obito - probably the one that suggests it in the first place. listen, he's caught you checking him out more than once and, you know, you're nice to the eyes as well– no harm in having a little bit of fun, right? this is a stressful life, you both can comfort each other for a bit. fucks around and falls in love hard. so much for just friends with benefits, rip him.
sasuke - he might agree but he's got standards. he's not just some bitch you can call whenever you want. he is gonna show up, he makes the calls here. that said, probably shows up at 2am on a wednesday when you were already asleep and you know, not expecting to get your cheeks clapped or anything. he thinks it's very sexy of him to do that, keeps you guessing and all. it's not. falls in love first and immediately stars avoiding you because he doesn't know how to deal with that.
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localkage · 9 months
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Can you do the fwb hcs for Gaara and Neji pretty please 🛐🛐
emotionally starved men my beloved 🧘🏼‍♂️
warnings: suggestive, boruto era gaara and neji (he's alive and well COPIUM 🤧😭😷)
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gaara - yep, that won't happen with him. don't get him wrong, gaara will never judge if you offered such relationship with him, he'd be as polite about declining it as his shy nature allows– he's red from nose to ears and stammering, but he's also making sure you understand it's not your fault. it's his, honestly, gaara admires you, envies you a little bit for being able to be so open like this, but most of all, he likes you, and that's why this wouldn't work. he wants more than just half of you, and he knows entering this kind of relationship when he wants more than what's promised will do both of you no good. yes, he wants to know what touching you feels like, how your skin would feel on his and what your kisses taste like, but he wants the after too– he wants to be able lay down in your arms, to be wrapped around you, to come home to you, kiss your forehead and cook meals together. he wants to be more than just friends.
neji - he also wouldn't accept it but it's not for the reason you might think– you probably already thought he'd turn such proposition down because he's neji, he's above this, right? he's definitely not one to sleep around, even if it's with his best friend. you know he wants commitment, needs it, but you decided to shoot your shot anyways because on god, you're in love with him, down bad for him, and if you could hold into this tiny hope of having him even for just a moment, you would. it would be better than never having him at all, right? but neji doesn't deny your offer because of his dignity, no, he denies it for yours. he worries what the villagers would say if rumours were spread of your relationship, if people ever found out. he wouldn't be able to bear to be the reason of your bad reputation, even if he craves you. he wishes things weren't so complicated, but more than all, he wishes he'd grow a pair to finally ask you out. but rejection is a scary thing, isn't it?
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localkage · 9 months
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warnings: minors dni 🔫, orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, gn! reader.
shhh 🕳️🕳️🕳️
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thinking about kakashi noticing how downcast you've been lately, how skittish you get whenever he press a kiss to your forehead and tells how beautiful you look today. kakakshi is smart and of course he figures out you're feeling insecure, unworthy of him for god knows what reason. he doesn't understand it, to him you're everything, being with you means everything to him, but just because he can't comprehend your feelings, doesn't mean he won't try to make you feel better. he talks to you of course, but he can see that only settles half of your worries. so he shows you, with mouth licking and nibbling the spot between your legs, his lips wrap around that extremely sensitive spot on your sex and he pulls another orgasm of you– your legs quiver and you whimper, sob in overwhelming pleasure. it's the fourth, fourth time you cum on his mouth and and you can't think anymore, only feel eveey nerve ending in your body snapping at his every stroke. there are tears in your eyes and you're sobbing his name, hands weakly grasping at his hair and he dares to look up at you from between your thighs with a smirk, "you are so pretty like this, baby." because if kakashi can't understand why you're feeling insecure, he'll try his best to let you know how he sees you.
and thinking about tsunade hearing you deaming yourself once, maybe as a joke, and not letting that slide. oh no, you are her most treasured being, if you only knew how you own her heart, made it beat again with love instead of pain after so long– you'd never say you're not enough. she knows talking is not enough, you keep saying it's a joke hut is it really? then why you're struggling to say how beautiful you are and how you're enough for her when she's being so nice to you? her fingers keep rubbing and pressing against your sweet spot, making you cry out and beg her to let you cum, please, just once– but she's still pretending she's too busy and distracted laving your nipples with attention to care. she won't care, until you say it. and it's ok if you're being a brat, if you still refuse to say it, because she has ways of shutting you up too, she'll make you suck her strap, pushing deep enough to make you gag while she praises you endelessly and then she'll fuck you, but you still can't cum, not until you tell her what she wants to hear. and surely you'll break, right, especially when she's fucking you this good?
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localkage · 2 years
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I’m so glad to see you’re back! I hope you’re doing well. If I may, I’d like to request f!reader x Madara praise kink. And if I may be specific, reader is in a huffy mood over something and wants to have rough sex but wants to be in control and on top. And obvi Madara’s no sub but he’s super turned on by her taking control so he lets her fuck the shit outta him and maybe pull his hair? Amongst the praise could he also call reader his queen? I’m so sorry this is such a specific fantasy I have🫣
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I like madara a normal amount, I promise 😔😔
warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors do not fucking interact 🔫. madara and reader are married, fem!reader, praise kink, oral sex (fem receiving), orgasm denial, hair pulling, dirty talk bc it's madara :), big dick madara, rough sex, madara being happy in just being a good malewife and satisfying his wife and we love him for it, king shit :)))
requests are open :)
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madara is as good as a husband can be; respectful, caring and even fun to be around- he likes to gossip every now and then about the villagers, the hokage and his brother even. he loves how nice it feels when you giggle at a particular comment of his.
but most of all he's attentive.
and that is why he has the beautiful silk of your kimono bunched up your thighs, your panties pulled to the side so he can have easy access to your needy, wet pussy.
you're panting, back against the wall as you try your best to keep your thighs spread for your man, to keep yourself standing despite how weak your knees feel already.
but he's got you, a strong hand around your thigh, fingers gripping the supple skin- keeping you both firm and spread wide so he can lap at your pretty cunt.
his tongue circles your clit, then trace down your folds until it reaches your entrace- leaking and already pulsing, clenching around nothing and craving to be filled. you feel a huff of breath against your sex, almost like a chuckle, before he's licking at your dripping hole and you break into a moan with fingers running through his long dark mane- a silent encouragement as your hips buck against his mouth.
madara hums.
"you're eager today," he comments in such an unfazed tone, one that couldn't be coming from someone currently mouthing your swollen clit.
you curse under your breath, fingers gripping his hair just a little tighter and it's his time to curse as you pull him closer to your sex.
you need this so bad. you can feel the need boiling in your stomach, dripping down your thighs and you know he can feel clit throbbing in his mouth, feel it swelling with need as he suckles on the sensitive nub.
and yet, he teases you. madara pulls away despite how you pull at his hair and whimper in frustration; and you can feel the smirk on his wet lips as they press lovingly to your thigh.
"oh? did I interrupt something, my queen?" he has to hold back a chuckle at the way you look at him- disheveled and oh so angry at his little anticts. he's such a little snake. "I thought you were enjoying it?" he feigns innocence as another kiss is pressed to your inner thigh and you squirm.
you grunt. gods you were so, so very close, and the further your orgasm dissipates from your reach, the more desperate and frustrated you grow.
you fingers dig both in his scalp and in the fabric of his clothes, tugging the man up until he's standing face to face.
he stares at you with a raised brow, curiosity and provocation in his narrowed eyes. he is daring you, almost taunting you to do something about your frustration.
and you do.
you pull him close until his mouth is on yours, and his sly smirk is forced off his face in order to kiss you back. it's demanding, heated and almost heady to be pressed against him. his hands grips both fabric and skin and you can feel, despite all his teasing, how being on his knees and eating his wife's pretty pussy has affected him.
the unmistakable tent on his pants is pressed on your leg and you can feel his cock twitch beneath the fabric at the contact.
you chuckle between kisses, even as he bites your lip in retaliation. oh how revenge is sweet.
you pull him by the hair and he groans. madara looks like he wants and will devour you right where you stand, and it makes you stomach flutter in anticipation.
you inch closer to him, breath tickling his mouth and he's so sure that you're going for another kiss that he's left dazed when you pull away and brush your lips against jaw instead. oh, he likes this.
"take your pants off and lay down on the bed," it is a command, but you utter it so hotly on his skin and you sound so sweet that it makes his dick throb in his pants at the mere chance to be released from its confines.
sure, he'll humor you this once.
you watch the man strip and each newly revealed skin makes a new wave of heat run through your spine. madara will never not take your breath away, with layers of scars on his beautiful skin, with muscles strong enough you were sure he could and did break and even killed things. but he was beautiful, alluring nonetheless.
he watched your gaze carefully, taking in your lust and relishing in the pride it brought him. to be wanted, to be needed like this by you was exhilarating and addicting.
with all his clothes gone he laid on the bed, and you felt your heart pound in your chest the closer you got to him.
you kneeled over his hips, thighs on each side, trapping him in the best way possible.
oh, he was loving this; you looked ravishing on top of him, with chest heaving with each intake of breath, how shy you looked even as you straddled him- as if he couldn't feel the heat of your pussy even while inches away from his cock, as if he couldn't see it glistening with arousal, and how your swollen your poor little clit has become. as if you are not dying to ride his cock until you come apart around it.
but madara is a good husband, a caring lover. he caress your thigh and the gentle act brings your pretty doe eyes back to him.
his gaze is so intense it nearly makes you gasp. if you were wet before, now you are sure you're soaking.
"ride me, my queen, let me see how beautiful you look," two fingers traces their way from your hipbone all the way down to your sex, spreading your damp lips apart and fully exposing you to him, "while you fuck me."
your entire body shakes at his words, at his voice, his touch and the mental image of that. you bite your lip and take his cock in your hand. it's heavy and hot around your grip, and you slowly press it on your sex, sliding it up down between your slick folds for a bit to coat it in your leaking juices.
madara exhales heavily at that and his dick twitches, beads of precum ebbing from its tip. he needs to feel you around him, squeezing his cock.
and so do you. you press his tip to your entrance with trembling fingers; the arousal is almost suffocating, you are aching with need and the feel of the thick head of his cock pressing into you, making your sensitive sex stretch for him is nearly enough to make you cum then and there.
he's so fucking big it makes your chest feel heavy. it's hard to concentrate on breathing as you lower yourself further down his dick, each inch is a delicious stretch that nearly stings. it feels so good, so overwhelming.
"fuck," you breathed out, thighs tensing and body relaxing at the same time. you don't think you'll ever get used to this man's cock- how heavy and huge it feels and how much it spreads your pussy to its limits, almost painfully. it's the kind of pleasure that makes you heady, that utterly blanks your mind from anything but him.
madara has to clench his jaw and nearly bite his tongue to stop his moan. gods, you are so fucking tight around him and your pretty little cunt is so wet, he can feel you leaking on his balls. this little game of yours- this dominance, the way you are taking your pleasure from him, it is all too fun for him to simply lose in the first round. he won't moan like bitch, not yet.
though that doesn't mean he doesn't reach for you. his fingers grip your hips tightly, and in a sense the touch anchors you from the overwhelming sensation of easing him inside you, of feeling so full with his dick. 
your lips are parted, slightly gasping for air when you tentatively roll your hips against his. you feel his cock move inside you, pressing into your walls and the way you are right now- with pussy lips quite literally kissing his groin, pressed flush, fully sheating his big cock inside you, when you move forward your body trembles and you clench from how your clit rubs deliciously right below his navel.
it feels wonderful and you could do just that, rub your poor little nub right against crotch with each roll of your hips, with his cock still buried deep inside you. but you need more, need to fuck his dick until it reaches that spot inside you, until you're shaking from your high.
you lift your hips slowly, but you impale your sweet cunt on him with such vigor that madara cannot hold back his groan this time.
fucking hell, you feel amazing.
he sounds so good and something about having your man, powerful and feared as you know he is, so willing and responsive underneath you has you shuddering in pleasure. the thrill of it- of bouncing on his cock not simply for his pleasure but to chase your own, and have him encourage you with every groan is addicting.
you reach down for him, fingers sliding beneath his head and tangling in his hair. madara can't deny that having you pull him up by his hair so demandingly is hot, makes his cock throb inside you and he pants right against your lips. you are taller than him in this position, and with half lidded eyes, you make him look up at you, moaning right against his lips.
he nearly breaks from the sensation. he never thought he'd be so into being dominated like this, that having you pulling him by the hair and forcing him to look into your eyes as you fuck yourself on his cock would get him this weak, this ready to cum like a needy fool. but can he be blamed though? when you look so ravishing and your cunt feels so tight and sweet? when he can hear every squelch as your hips come down on his and every squeeze of your pussy almost feels like its choking his cock? oh no, he can't.
so he buries his head on your shoulder and moans, hoping your skin will muffle his voice, hoping that he can feel your pussy cumming on his cock soon or he'll lose his mind.
"you feel so fucking good," he breathes out and the praise make your fingers tighten against his scalp and your slick walls on his dick. your body shivers in delight.
oh, you love to be praised don't you?
"that's it, you're being so good for me," you nearly choke, the pleasure that his words ignites trail up your spine, down into your very bones. deep inside you know this is his way of regaining some sort of control, but you don't mind when it makes you feel this good.
you moan his name, "I'm close," your warning breaks into another moan as you feel him finally thrusting up into you, he reaches so deeply into you that it makes your stomach turn and sink in mindblowing pleasure, and it finally hits that sweet spot.
you are so so close, you can nearly taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue.
you call his name, mewl so delightlfully as he feels your pussy repeteadly clench and drool around his dick with every snap of his hips. he moans into your neck, feeling your pace get faster and rougher the closer you get. his voice is deep and filled with unbridled lust as he speaks, "come on then, take what you need, come on my cock."
your orgasm crushes through you so violently that your voice is robbed from you- the moan that desperately wanted to leave your beautiful, tempting lips die in your throat as your body is wrecked with tremors and shudders above him.
for a moment madara is so fascinated by the sight of you– of your head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut in sheer bliss, of lips parted and pearly drops of sweat dribbling down your neck to the center of your chest– that the man forgets his own pleasure, for that moment he's so enthralled by you that he neglects his own aching cock.
and when he does take notice of it, with how hard it is twitching inside of you and how he's on the brink of his own orgasm, it's too late. in seconds you lift your hips up and off him and the lack of any stimulation after being on the very edge of the precipice leaves the man so dazed he doesn't react.
lust, perplexion and frustration courses through his features but never to settle. for the first time in his life he was speechless.
your chuckle brings him back to reality, forces him to face the brutal ache he feels on his drenched cock and balls from the merciless denial.
"what?" your breath is still ragged and coming in pants, eyes still half lidded in your blissful beauty. you look stunning, abosolutely fucked out and beautiful even in exhaustion, "did I interrupt something?" but is the look in your eyes and that little smirk you have when you utter those words that does it for him.
oh, so this is how you want to play?
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localkage · 2 years
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shhh, watch out don't trip 🤫🕳️🕳️
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having brainrot about tsunade gently running her fingers through your hair while tracing your lips with the tip of her massive dildo. she looks at you with so much want and adoration- she wants to ruin and love you, until you're shaking and chanting her name in broken moans. but she also wants to make you choke and gag on her cock, watch your pretty eyes water as you take her so deep in your throat and she holds you there, with your lips wrapped all the way around the base and nose pressed against her crotch. she tugs at your hair and you whimper in anticipation, making the woman towering over you chukle in amusement. "good little thing," she praises, "now open your pretty lips for me."
also thinking about touching itachi for the first time, his first time. this man is so insanely touch starved he'd insta-nut from holding your hand, pray for him 😔😔💔. he thinks he'll be able to keep his cool, he hopes he'll not embarrass himself with moans that are too loud and too needy, but all hope is lost the second he feels your fingers against hard, throbbing dick. just a brush of your fingers and he can feel his whole body tense and his breath hitches in his throat. the shiver that runs down his spine, the anticipation creeping up his stomach and the heat that consumes his skin, he knows he'll lose it. so he lets himself be taken by it, by you, let's you touch and explore him while he pulls you for a kiss because he needs this closeness, needs to feel your breath against his lips you steal his with every pump of your hand around his cock. in his own way, he'll plead for you to let him return the favor.
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localkage · 9 months
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HIIIII i'm so sorry for the spam😭 but you write itachi so well and so perfect for me and omg you're so funny!!! heavens blessed us with another hilarious sagittarius fr😔🙏 i'm also SO happy to see that there is someone else who thinks kakashi is a virgin. i would love to stay here forever actually, if you'll have me🫶
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oh hi!!! aksjks pls you don't have to apologize, I don't mind at all, it's vv nice to see people going through my stuff! omggg that's so sweet I'm 🥹🥹😔<333 this is ur fr fr 😭🥺🥹
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localkage · 7 months
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I'll be posting smut later so if you're a minor or just want to keep your eyes pristine, please block "icha.txt" ❤️
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localkage · 2 years
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🍑 Kisame's s/o wants to take all of him (two dicks Kisame, maybe dp)
hate yall for not only requesting but encouraging me to write this 😔😔😔❤️
warnings: heavy nsfw under the cut, minors please do not interact! monster fucking (two dicks kisame), dp, huge size kink, dirty talk, playful and teasing banter because they're both idiots, have I said that kisame has two dicks in this and he fucks you with both because that's definetely a warning, vag and anal sex, little bit of breeding kink ig, reader is afab.
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let's just say that when you brought up you wanted to try something with him, and said you'd want to know how it felt to take both of him, kisame felt like he'd been smacked on the face by god– it was a transcendent and fucking bizarre experience for a chill time on the couch;
the initial shock doesn't wear off (as hard as he tries to feign it does and keep cool), but you completely yanked his attention, curiosity and interest, he needs to know why you want it (and when but it feels too rushy and impolite to ask that so soon, he doesn't wanna seem too eager... he is though);
he lets you take the reigns here, but he helps prepare you for it– he's aware of his size, so he makes sure your tiny entrance is slick with lube and relaxed enough for him to slide inside. he rubs some lube over his dicks too, and his attentive care for your comfort makes your chest warm. you wouldn't trade this man for the whole sky.
kisame won't ever stop loving the way your breath hitches so sweetly in your throat whenever his cock presses into you– your body stiffens and a small tremor runs through yous as you slide all the way down, stuffing your pussy to the hilt.
"there you go," he breaths the praise, patting your hip, "you're almost there," his tone is playful but you can't help but shiver. almost there.  you can feel the heat of his second dick right beneath you.
you always need time to adjust to his girth, the man is massive and the pleasure of the stretch bears overwhelming.
leaned back, he traces one finger down your chest, watching as your back arches so slightly, following and seeking for his touch like a magnet, and his eyes are no longer on yours– they're gazing down between your legs, to where you're spread so fully around him you can barely think. 
his cock throbs inside you, making you both moan simultaneously. fuck, you're a sight to behold: the glistening lips of your pussy are slightly puffed and are struggling to spread around his size. the feel of your is heavenly, but seeing you like this always makes him lose his breath.
it's his biggest turn on, how small your holes are and how you struggle to accomodate his cock– but you always manage to take him, to the hilt. but never like this, never the way you are planning to do today. he had fantasized many times about you taking both of his dicks at once, hell, if you knew what his mind would come up with while he dreamt... he can feel anticipation tikling beneath his skin, aching in his stomach to feel you so thoroughly.
god, just imagining the feel of you cumming around both of his cocks makes it hard not empty inside you already. not this early, please, he begs in his own mind to whatever god above.
you lean forward and press your forehead against his shoulder, panting slightly.
he laughs lowly above you, the sound rich and warm.
"too much for you already, peaches?" his tone is playful but the heat behind his teasing sends a rush of need straight to your clit.
he presses his lips to your ear, ghosting a kiss "here, let me give you hand."
you watch, with heat coiling at your stomach, his hand reaching for your sex. the faintest brush of his thumb against your clit is enough to make your body weaken against his, pressing further into him.
his sharp teeth shape the smug grin on his lips– he can't help it, not when you're this responsive to him, not when you moan so sweetly while he rubs your swollen clit.
he coats his fingers in your slickness and your legs tense when you feel the tip of it press against your tight, puckered hole.
he circles your asshole, feeling how it clenches slightly at the unfamiliar touch. you bite your lip, nails digging on his chest.
"fuck– for fucks sake, peach, please stop squeezing my cock like this or I won't fucking last," he hisses. there's only so much his reason and restrain can do– he doesn't have balls of steel, and your cunt feels too fucking tight and wet, he's doing his best to not bust here.
you chuckle, for the first time feeling the build up tension from both anxiety and anticipation melting away, "sorry, babe, can't help it."
he groans, feigning frustration as he keeps skimming his finger over your little hole, "teasing little brat."
you laugh, but the sound is quickly cut off when push his finger inside you, making you choke in a breathless moan.
now he's the one grinning, daring you to say something as his finger experimentatively curl inside you.
"what was that? shark got your tongue?" seriously? you groan, rolling your eyes.
"oh my god, shut up and fuck me, kisame," you grit out.
"trying to, " he groans, slowly moving his finger inside you "but working this pretty ass loose is gonna be something. you're fucking tight, peach."
you're not sure if that was supposed to sound as hot as it did, but it made your clit throb with heat anyway.
his fingers work you steadily– in and out, curling until he pulls it out, causing an odd yet delicious pull against your tight entrance.
you are trying very hard not to clench around his cock, but it gets almost impossible when he adds a second, then third finger and starts to work you loose. he spreads them inside you, forcing your small hole to accomodate and spread around them.
your ass feel so tight around his fingers, he can't help but imagine how fucking amazing you'd feel around his cock.
you moan, too immersed in the pleasure building up in you core, your hips roll against his and shivers are raking down your spine– the pressure in your stomach is unbearably tight and you can feel how close it is to snap.
he curses and holds your hips down with his free hand, hissing in your ear how hard you're making this for him, how hard it is for him to not cum inside you right now.
"kisame." you half moan half whimper his name, grabbing his wrist. relief and frustration makes your toes curl beneath you when he stops his movements.
fuck, you are so close. but you can't finish yet, no matter how much you crave release, you want to feel him ruining you.
you take a few seconds to steady your breathing, as much as you can, feeling him withdrawing his digits with a shaky breath.
"you don't have to." he says, lowly. his voice lacks the playfulness, the warmth of teasing. you can feel the slight concern and seriousness in it instead, and it brings your foggy mind back from its craving state.
he clearly took your desperate need of stopping him in order to not cum this early wrong.
you look up at him, not sure how to react at the concern in his eyes. he still got his cock buried to the hilt inside your slick pussy, making you dizzy, and were it not for the beads of sweat on his forehead and how hard his jaw clenches at the feel of your pussy clamping around him– still needy, still wanting–, you'd believe his unfazed facade.
"I want this," it's almost a whine as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close enough, until his breath is your own, "I want to feel you, all of you in me."
fuck. his eyes closes and he can feel your words raking through his body– making heat boil beneath his skin. he takes a deep breath against your cheek, fingers pressing around your hips while his cock twitches inside you, the second one right beneath you.
"then take me, peach, let me feel that cute little butt of yours fucking my cock," his voice is hoarse and deep with desire, with need and intent to fuck you, to feel you melt and come around him until neither of you can think. 
it's like his words are the huff of air to set the flames in your core into a wildfire. god, you crave him, and that's all you can think about as you raise your hips and reach for the the cock resting beneath you.
it's throbbing and as hot and heavy as the one splitting your pussy.
kisame reaches for the lube again, turning the small tub upside down and letting it drip down the head of his cock. he moans, deep and suturated with need, as you spread and coat his member with the slickness.
your breath is hitched in your throat while you position him at your puckered entrance, it's like you're blinded and deaf with this overwhelming need– impervious to anything that's not him and how full you're about to feel.
and fuck, you couldn't even imagine how fucking full it is. you press down against  him and t's like he's splitting you open. the stretch takes what little breath is left in your lungs and you feel dizzy but too aware of him at the same time.
it's overpowering, he's barely inches in and you feel your whole body tense and weaken at the same time. it's not awful, god no, but it's such an unique, unfamiliar stretch that your brain simply doesn't know how to register it.
his lips are at your neck, trying to repress his moans with kiss and nips dangerously sharp at your weakest spots, "god you feel fucking amazing," he moans, shivering against you. and you can feel him– twitching and pulsing inside you in every end.
and it makes your chest heaven with an imposing, overwhelming pleasure. your hips meet his and you've never felt this full and heavy before. he's so hot, so fucking hard and the way he throbs inside you is almost enough to make you come.
you feel tears at the corner of your eyes as you raise your hips only to feel his cocks bottoming out in you again, filling you completely.
kisame is rendered weak, a moaning mess against you– your pussy is so hot and drenched that it feels like it's melting around him, your slick pussy lips literally clinging to his thick shaft, and your ass– fuck, your cute little ass feels fucking heavenly around his cock, tight and warm.
he can't help it, his hips bucks against yours, arms wrapped around you as you both fuck each other, lost in this heavy pleasure that eats at your skin.
his teeth brush against your shoulder, teasing a bite that makes your eyes roll while your hips pick up the pace. he goes so fucking deep inside you and feels so fucking huge, it's maddening.
"f-fuck, fuck baby, you're so good. your cocks are so big I'm–," you sob into the air. ten thousand words forming in your head and they're all broken by how good he feels. how good he's fucking you.
kisame is not much far from your state– strings of moans and panted curses leave his lips about how good wet and delicious your cunt feels, how tight your ass is and how you're fucking him stupid.
"you're taking me so well, peach, damn, I want to split you on my cocks like this everyday, fuck you silly until you're full of my cum," your mewls break in gasps for air, you're so close and your face is wet with tears of pleasure. you can't speak anymore, just moan his name and brokenly beg and whimper him harder.
he doesn't disappoint, bucking into your every thrust, knocking the air right out of your lungs as he fucks both your ass and cunt.
it's too much, and the moan that tears through you is relieving, pure and raw ecstasy that ripples through and drowns you, sending jolts right down your core and releasig right to your gushing pussy.
you squirt around him, wetting his abdomen and hips, but the feel of how tight your ass and cunt flutter around his cocks drowns him from any other feeling. you pull his own orgasm from him with the way your walls milk him, and moans wantonly and he has to use the little restrain he has left to not bite into your skin.
even through the haze of your orgasm, you can feel him spurting his seed inside you, feel how his cock throbs right before he spews and coats your pussy and ass with his come.
you fall limp against him, boneless.
you barely have the mind to catch your breath, as if you are drifting between pleasure and this reality.
it takes sometime for you to regain your conscience back, and when you do, you're laying on your back, with kisame already withdrawed and pressing gentle kisses to the top of your head.
"you did amazing, peach," hearing him reassure you like that makes your chest warm, and you smile through exhaustion.
you can't tell if your muscles are sore because you can't feel any of them. you are boneless, boneless.
you can see he's tired too– he manages to get up to fetch a clean towel to clean you up, but his movements are sluggish.
he comes back with the damp towel, pressing it to your forehead then gently patting it down your body.
he rests in between your legs, spreading your sore legs apart so he can get a good glimpse of your gaping cunt– he can see beads of his come seeping out from your sore entrance and he holds back a whimper.
it's like you haven't just fucked your brains out, because he can feel, although fainter, the desire creeping back up as he inches closer to your pussy.
"you took me well. now just lay down, relax and let me clean you up."
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localkage · 3 years
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Kageeeee! 🥯 Im begging you. Please. Tell me what Tobirama would do with a fem s/o who likes to dress in pretty "night clothes" for him?
I love tobirama being a horny bastard and being grumpy about it SO much 🤸🏼‍♂️
warnings: nsfw under the cut, minors please do not interact! reader is gn.
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tobirama is gonna try SO hard to act nonchalant, to keep his expression completely neutral, his demeanor aloof, pretend that he's distracted by whatever he's doing and NOT going absolutely batshit feral everytime he catches a glimpse of your skin barely covered by that beautiful lace and silk. his mind keeps drifting to thoughts of touching your skin– of feeling the smootheness of it and the silky touch of the fabric as his fingers idly explore you, testing and exploring.
he has such a clear vision of it, of his lips pressed at that spot right beneath your ear while he curses low and chastise you for distracting him this badly– he's hard and aching just from how sinfully hot you look, it's like you were deliberately trying to bait him.
and he falls for it so easily, no matter how hard he denies and tries to keep cool.
he grits his teeth, fingers tightening slightly into fists. the only thing he wants more than to shove his innapropriate thoughts away, is to physically act on them. fuck, you look so fucking tempting, he can't understand how something so delicate-looking, so pretty, look so fucking sexy on you.
he can't decide whether or not he'd want to rip or fuck you with your underwear on– pin you to his desk, spread your legs and just pull it to the side so can put his mouth on you, wrap his lips around your sex and go down on you until he can't feel his jaw, until your legs are jittery and you can barely remember your name.
he can feel his mouth watering just from the image and he hated how fucking depraved and horny he feels. he's hard and fucking aching and all you've done is simply walk around in some pretty underwear, he feels so embarrassed and betrayed by his own body and frustrated. how fucking dare you?!
the only thing bigger than his pride of letting you know how horny seeing you that pretty made him is his dick, so you'll either have to start it (he's praying you do, literally bargaining with the skies above for it 😩😔🙏🏼), or tease him enough that he can't think of anything else but absolutely railing you.
either way, he's putty on your hands.
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shh, don't trip 🕳️
kakashi isn't exactly into choking– the implication of harming you sets him off beyond his comfort,– but he secretly is into being choked. icha icha gave him many things to think about ok, and sometimes he just... wants to relinquish control, he just wants to be taken care of and be pampered, even if he think he doesn't deserve the love and attention, he craves it, some days more than others. he wants to feel your fingers around his neck, not pressing, just there, just giving him an anchor as he drowns in your pleasure. he'll moan loud, this is one of the few times you'll see him so bare– completely open and exposed, wanton and raw.
tsunade will often notice her hand resting on your neck as she's coming down from her high. she never even realizes she takes it there, it's not a calculated thing– her fingers just reach for you pretty neck, wrapping themselves to apply just enough pressure to elicit a delicious, breathless gasp from your lips. the image of you is seared in her mind– eyes wide in surprise and raw need, mouth open and begging for more, so disheveled and so needy. she loves it.
please, hold hidan by the neck while you fuck him. this bitch not only deserves to be choked, he goes completely feral when you do it. it's like all his facade crumbles, and he becomes nothing more than a needy, horny man– he'll do anything you want, he'll even beg. he's putty on your hands.
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localkage · 3 years
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🍑 kakashi being so touch starved his sharingan activates when you touch him the first time
I love this 😔❤️.
warnings: nsfw content, minors please do not interact. oral sex (kakashi receiving), touch starvation, ig. reader is gn!
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kakashi will postpone your first time a lot, ok, like. everything with him is baby steps, slow and steady so you both can be comfortable with it. 
but it comes with a price– this man is so insanely touch starved, and it gets harder to conceal it when you have a partner that kisses you lovingly, that seeks to touch you so casually and yet, everytime it sends him a shiver through his body. 
he knew he craved physical contact badly, but it's SO much worse than he thought and it's a struggle to take it slow. the makeouts are hot and heavy and always leave his brain fuzzy, his body tingling with want and need. he never wants to pull out, so he always stops before it gets that heated. 
the first time you both actually get together is intense– the longing has been building up in both of you now, and it's like a hunger that simply does not cease, no matter how hard you kiss him, how tight you grip and pull him closer.
his body shakes and you are just kissing his neck. you kiss down his body and he moans, mind reeling and he can't think of anything but how close your lips are to his dick. 
he knows he won't last, gods, he knows he won't, and he tries to tell you but you simply smile to him, pressing a kiss to his navel while saying you want to do this for him, that you don't mind.
the anticipation is agony, creeping up his stomach as you pull down his pants. 
damn, he looks so good. the tip of his dick is red, swollen and leaking small beds of precum– he craves you so much you can see it twitching as you lean closer, just by feeling your breathing fanning over the sensitive skin. 
at the first contact of your lips, a simple and small kiss, his head falls back and his fists clench around the sheets. he feels a burn in his left eye, a familiar burn he can't control. the eye opens at the exact moment you wrap your pretty lips around his aching tip.
the sharingan takes in every movement you make and it's heady, feeling the sensation of your lips– plump, wet and warm around him as you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth with each bob of your head, and registering every second of it. 
he pulses in your mouth, you can taste him already and you barely even started. you know he's close, and he comes with a strained moan when you push him down your throat. 
his hands reach for your head, digging in your scalp as he releases, legs trembling on the bed and body spasming slightly– the orgasm washes over him like a wave, giant and overpowering, the feeling so overwhelming it takes him minutes to come back down. 
he couldn't put into words the sensation if he had to, he feels like floating as he catches his breath. you crawl back up to him, pressing gentle kisses to his skin before placing one to his lips.
he looks at you like you're something divine, his fingers cup your cheek with so much delicacy. 
kakashi presses his forehead to yours, and he has a smile on his lips, "your turn now, I assume?"
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🍑 Kisame + size kink w/ fem reader please 🥵
warnings: explicit nsfw content, minors please do not interact. size kink, a little bit of dirty talk, and uh, I think it should have a warning for kisame's huge dick. afab reader!
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kisame is a patient man, more than many and he's gentle. he knows he's packing it, he knows rushing will bring you both nothing but discomfort, and that's the opposite of what he wants.
his hands are on your hips, running up and down in a soothing way, and it helps calm down your nerves, even if just a bit.
you breath in and out slowly. your hand is around his dick and your fingers can barely close around his girth. he feels hot and so heavy on your hand as you press him to your clit, rubbing his tip up and down your sex, coating him on your slick.
he moans low, encouraging you. he's happy to simply sit down with you on top of him like this, to let you control things and go at your pace.
he already did everything he could to help you stretch out: he fingered you, nice and slow, and let you come around his fingers twice. he ate you out until your legs were shaking around his head, and made sure you were extremely slick, so much so you felt it dripping now on his cock.
you mewled low. gods, he felt so good like this, just griding against your pussy, but you wanted more. you bit your lip, and with a whimper you pressed his dick against your entrace.
your head fell against his shoulder, forehead pressed tight against his skin as you felt the thick head stretching you out almost painfully, but you keep pressing down on him, feeling him sink inside you, your fingers digging in his skin as you whimpered and sobbed low.
he can't deny how good your pussy feels– clenching so tight around him, quivering around his dick and pulsing around him as you push yourself to take more and more of him. but he knows it's painful for you, he knows you're trying to take more than your tight little pussy can take. his hands grip your hips and force you to stop, and it's only then you release your breath.
"shh," he pressed his lips against your hair, arms holding you tight and so protectively. his voice is low and warm, "I got you, relax, baby," you whimper again in response. gods, he's so fucking big. you feel like he's splitting you in half and when you look down, you realize barely half of it is inside you.
kisame silences your whine with a kiss, pulling your face to his and caressing your cheek. his eyes are so kind on you– the lust is there too, but the care in them is just as strong.
"you gotta take it slow, shorty," his voice is warm and soothing and you're just so glad he's such an attentive lover. you feel your pussy aching, and tears sting in your eyes.
you whimper his name and he groans when he feels your pussy pratically squeezing his cock. he grips your hips harder, keeping you still, "want to stop?" you shake you head frantically, clinging to him and your tears threaten to fall.
"n-no! no, I... I can take it, I just... you're so fucking big, I-I just need a second," your voice is strained and kisame can feel his dick throb slightly from how cute you sound.
he presses another kiss to your lips, this time slower, letting you concentrate on his lips moving on yours. when he parts, you feel dizzy, "want me to rub that cute little clit of yours?" it takes you a second to register his words, but when you do, you feel a heat pricking at your cheeks. you nod, flustered.
he smirks, his lips going to your throat, and amidst the burning kisses presses to your nec you can feel the sharp teeth brushing over the skin, and you shiver. you are so distracted by them that when his thumb finally presses to your clit, you feel your whole body shudder, like electricity raked through you.
he rubs your clit slowly, circling it under his thumb, hearing you sigh and slowly relax around him, "you're so wet for me, shorty, you're doing so well," you moan to him and this time, when your pussy contracts around him is not out of pain or discomfort– it's eagerness, it's out of craving more of him.
and this time he allows it, he lets you slide down his dick but his thumb keeps touching your clit, keeping you stimulated as you slowly start rolling your hips against his.
fuck, he's so fucking deep inside you that you feel your toes curl from just that. you cling to him, moaning his name and your pace grows faster, harder. he feels so good, gods, his cock feels amazing inside you.
you've never been this stretched in your life, and you're sure you'll be sore the next morning, but it's so worth it. especially when he's moaning with you, low and breathy as he lets you fuck him into the mattress.
he gives you small praises and encouragements, and they only spur you further to chase that high.
he gives a deep moan and bucks up into you, "fuck, baby, your pussy is so fucking good," he grips your hips and helps you up and down on him– he lifts you and push you down so effortlessly that your head spins.
"I-I'm close," you manage to let out between mewls and moans, sobbing his name as pleasure completely overtakes your senses. and he moans and only fucks you harder, hellbent on making you come as hard as possible as he thrusts into you and pinches your swollen clit.
and you do, you come hard around him, feeling your whole body spasming in his arms as your pussy contracts and clenches tight around him. he curses and doesn't last much longer– not when your pussy feels good, milking his cock for all its worth.
the sound of your heavy breaths mingle into the room, and even as your mind is still fuzzy from the pleasure, you cling to him.
you hear him chuckle– breathy and pleasant, "damm, that was amazing, shorty," he presses a kiss to your forehead, "I knew you could take it."
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🍑 kakashi likes to throw your legs over his shoulders....🖐🏼😳
angie, I want to kiss your big brain for this 😔😔❤️
warnings: nsfw content, minors please do not interact. reader is gn!
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kakashi LOVES having your legs over his shoulders, ok. the feel of your soft thighs trembling and trying to clamp around his head as he goes down on you, the way you sigh whenever he grips them tighter and makes you come in his mouth.
and he also loves the way they dangle on his back as he fucks you slowly, hearing every single one of your breathy moans as he slides in and out of you. he kisses your thighs, bites them even as his pace picks up, and you become nothing more than a moaning mess beneath him.
his hands will leave marks on your thighs and so will his lips, pressing such avid kisses as he feels himself throbbing inside you. it feels so good, fucking you like this– with you clenching around him and your whole body spasming as you come again. it's his own piece of heaven.
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req: ( anon ) hi luv ❣️ can i rq kakashi wanting to eat his s/o out for the first time (her first time) but shes shy and embarrassed about it ><?? luv your blog ❣️
this is nearly 4k long so I decided to put on a separate post for my own sanity.
warnings: NSFW. minors do not fucking interact. this is explicit af. contains fingering, a little bit of praise kink (shh) and oral sex (fem receiving). fem!reader. everything under the cut!
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First of all, Kakashi is a virgin so your first time is also his ok let's make that clear.
Now that we got that out of the way...
He's the one that brings it up.
Yes, he read that on the book and he's always been interested in the idea of giving oral even before meeting you, so now that he's with you he's going insane to make you feel that good. 
He's embarrased to admit he has imagined it more than a couple of times, and just the thought is enough to make him weak at the knees. He wants to eat you out so bad.
But it is your first time, and you know it is his too. You are scared that his first experience at is gonna be bad. You are scared your man is gonna think you taste bad, or that you don't look that pretty down there, and you know Kakashi, you know he'd never tell you if he thought something like that, he'd bear through it and it just makes you more insecure. You don't want him to be uncomfortable.
It fucking kills Kakashi when you tell him you are not ready for it yet, but he'll respect you, he's literally in it to please you baby, he'd never do something you don't want. 
It'll be like this for some time, maybe the first two months after you talked about it, and he'll start to feel like it's a bit too unfair that you go down on him, but he doesn't go down on you. 
It makes him feel kind of wrong? Maybe uncomfortable? It just doesn't sit right with him. He doesn't like to feel he has more power than you. He wants everything to be mutual, so when you try to go down on him the next time, he'll gently pull you up and kiss you, completely dirverging your attention. 
After the sex, with you both relaxing on the bed, tangled on each other and just kissing slowly and enjoying each other's company, he'll talk to you about it again. 
One thing about Kakashi: You won't ever catch him openly talking about his traumas and shit, but when it comes to your relationship, and also to sex, he needs things to be as clear as possible. For him, sex is one moment of extreme vulnerability, he had to work a lot to be comfortable at being this vulnerable with you, he doesn't want either of you to feel more vulnerable or exposed than any of you want to, so you two need to talk about boundaries. 
He'll not simply bring up he wants to eat you out this time, no. Forget that. He wants to know why you are hesitant to try that. It's a simple question, he wants to know if it's something he can help. You will be open with him, because he's always open with you. So, pushing through your embarrasment, you'll tell him you're scared he just... Might not like it. You'll confess to him your insecurities. 
He'll listen quietly, fingers gently gliding over your skin. 
He's gonna have a look of disbelief on his beautiful, unmasked face, a sharp eyebrow raised, "I have tasted you before," He looks almost confused, "When I finger you, how do you think I clean them up, darling?" Haven't you seen him do that before?
"I... Never noticed," You admit, feeling your cheeks on fire as you bite your lip, "You... I, I guess I just- I need sometime after you are done, don't I?" 
Kakashi chuckles, you look adorable, acting so coy as if you two just hadn't sex a couple of minutes ago. You are right, though, you always need some time to recover when you come, eyes closed and legs shaking as his fingers slide out from you. You never actually saw him doing that. 
With a small, but knowing, smirk, he answers "Yes, you do." 
But his expression quickly softens back, and he leans down to kiss your forehead, "Do you want to try it?" You hesitate, "I-," He cuts you, "We can work on your insecurities, baby, but I need to know if this is something that you want, if this is something you ever wanted to try. We don't need to, if you don't want to." 
You hide your face on his neck, "Do you want to?" 
Even without looking, you can feel his frown, "You're the one that's hesitant-"
"Yeah, but you're the one that's gonna have to literally lick my pussy, Kakashi, I need to know too," You cut him, sitting straight on the bed and staring at him.
Looking at your serious expression tainted by the vivid blush on your cheeks, Kakashi can't help but tease you a little, "So vulgar," His tone is playful, and he is well aware filthier things had come out of his mouth in the heat of the moment. 
He sits up too, though his position is much lazier than yours, leaning his back against the headboard. He looks sincere, though, his fingers coax your face closer to his, forcing you to look into his eyes, "It's all I've been thinking about." 
You can't help but look away, his gaze is intense and his words alone send a wave of heat through your skin, as if you weren't satisfied enough. You can't suppress the smile tugging at the corner of your lips, and when your eyes meet his again, you chuckle. Out of embarrassment, tension or nerve, you are not sure, "I do want to." 
He chuckles too, but his is relief, for sure, "Good." 
He leans down to kiss your forehead, and then he pulls you back to lay your head on his chest, "We'll go at your pace."
And it won't take much, really. 
It will start innocent. Well, as innocent as something can be when Kakashi is fingering you. Slow and deep, just how you like it.
He has you on his lap, straddling him, one hand caressing your back while the other steadily works you to a high. His face is inches from yours and his eyes don't leave yours, and you are slowly losing your mind. His lips part when you moan, and you think you can hear him moaning with you when he hits that spot just right. He's getting worked up by just feeling how wet you are, and how eagerly you clench around his fingers. 
He leans down and  the kisses on your neck are featherlight, enough to make you shiver "You are doing so good, darling, so good for me," He breathes out against your skin, and you whimper and feel your body gradually collapsing when his thumb brush against your clit, to tease. 
"Kakashi, please." Oh, he loved to hear you beg, not because he was cruel or anything, but to hear the confirmation that you needed him and his touch as desperately as he needed to touch you will never fail to make this man melt. He can never get over how he is the one making you feel this good. 
He hums against your skin seconds before you feel his thumb pressing down on your swollen clit, his fingers slide into you so easily and you can feel his knuckles drawing against such a sweet spot that makes your toes curl. Your head fall on his shoulder, and you moan desperately and cling to his back when he starts rubbing your clit in tight circles, it's too much, you're not gonna last, "Kakashi-" 
"Shh, it's ok, baby," He reassures, kissing all over your skin as his fingers speed up inside you, "I got you, darling, let it go."
And you do.
With a breathless moan, your nails dig into his skin and your back arches into him as the coil snaps and you come. Even through bliss you can still feel his fingers moving inside you, working you through you, coaxing your orgasm to last as long as it can, and this time, he waits. 
You are panting and gasping when you come down from the high, hands still gripping onto him as small spasms still rock beneath your skin. And in that blissful state you raise your head to kiss his cheek, and it's then that you feel him, carefully, drawing his fingers out from inside you. You hiss, sensitive from his tireless work. 
With your eyes are focused on him, aroused blush on your cheeks a thin sheen of sweat glistening on your forehead, he takes them to his mouth and watches your eyes widening as his lips part, and he tastes you clean.
He hums at your taste, but your reaction makes the man chuckle, and he himself is blushing. You look adorable, with eyes wide and lips parted in surprise? Shock? Arousal? 
You are panting and even though the blush on your cheeks get a shade redder, and you feel so exposed and so embarrassed at the scene before you, you simply can't take your eyes off him.
Here is Kakashi, the love of your life, sucking on the same fingers that were just working you through your orgasm.  
He doesn't tease you about it, he's blushing just like you but, somehow, seeing how it is affecting you, he can't help the small smirk that tugs at his lips after he slides the fingers out. 
You've been together for sometime now, and he's always been good at reading you, he can see the conflict in your eyes, embarrassment but also arousal. And to think this can make you shy and worked up... He can't help but wonder what reaction he's gonna get when he's actually sucking on your clit.
Slowly, as if to gauge your reaction, he'll lean his head down, and then he'll kiss you. 
The kiss is slow and intimate, unrushed even though he himself hasn't gotten any attention, but that's your Kakashi, always putting you first. 
It takes a moment for you to realize his intention, but it downs on you as soon as he parts the kiss and licks at your lips. 
He just made you taste yourself on his tongue, the cunning fool! He chuckles, as if aware of your recent enlightenment, and he kisses your cheek. You can hear his low whisper, as if musing to himself, "Delicious."  
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The next time, he's actually devouring you. Is the usual slow and sensual pace he likes. He always needs to take his time with you, but this time the lips skimming down your body feel searing at each contact, leaving a vivid trail of heat down your chest all the way to your abdomen. Your nipples feel nearly numb from his attention, swollen and perk, and your stomach flutter more the lower he gets. 
You can feel the ache in between your legs, already so eager for him, and in that moment, you don't mind if he just... Went ahead, went lower.
And he does.
He gently parts your legs and looks up at you. You're no longer sure whether the shiver that courses through your body is from anticipation, or the intensity which he stares at you. He is disveheled and a little breathless, his beautiful lips are slightly parted and he looks like the most beautiful man on the planet. And he's right in between your legs, looking for any signs that you don't want him to proceed. There's none.
So he leans down, both eyes closed, and press his lips to your thigh. The contact makes your heart flutter and heat to pools in between your legs. He runs his lips over the smooth skin, all the the way down to your inner thigh and you feel like you're floating and tethering at the same time. You moan, head falling back when you feel his breath, hot and heavy, right above your center, through your panties.
You shudder in anticipation, your chest feels heavy with need and desire, and you feel like collapsing when he presses a kiss to your clothed clit. Every inch of your body feels on fire, and you want nothing more than this man to pull your panties to the side and just eat you out. 
But he pulls away, pressing a kiss to your thigh before crawling back over you. 
Oh, he'd make you beg him for it, at your own time. He needs you want it, to crave it so much that you'll be the one asking him to lick at your pretty pussy.
And he knew exactly what he was doing, because the next day Kakashi left for a mission, and he wouldn't come back for a week.
An entire week plagued by the images of him licking up his fingers coated on you, laying in between your open legs and kissing your pussy. He planted a seed on you, purposefully gave you a taste of what you were missing out, and by the last day you were nearly pulling at your own hair with need. Gods, you wanted nothing more than to feel his mouth on you. 
The first thing he did the second he got home, was to kiss you. 
The second, was to take a shower, wash all the dirt and sweat from mission away, before going back to you.
You knew you were more stiff than normal, you were trying so hard not to jump the man where he stood. He just got back and you knew he would be tired, this is Kakashi after all, and you didn't want to push him further because you couldn't control how horny you were. 
But he noticed it, of course he would. How you shivered whenever he reached to touch you, how you moaned and melted on his arms when he kissed you deep, and especially how you desperately tugged at his clothes when he pinned you against the wall. 
"You just got back, aren't you tired?" You breath out against his lips. 
Oh, so that's why.
"You think so little of me," He doesn't even put in effort to feign hurt, he's messing with you, but isn't that why you love him? 
His face is in the crook of your neck in a second, and he's sucking and biting at the skin and your head is spinning. You want so much, you can barely pick up, tugging at his clothes as he presses you between him and the wall. You can feel him hard against your thigh, and you moan. 
He lifts you up like it's nothing, and your wrap your arms around him like he's everything. He kisses a path up your neck to your earlobe, which he bites before asking, "Bedroom?" "Yes!"
He chuckles at how eagerly you respond, the sound warm against your skin, and he carries you so easily on his lap. You bury your face against his neck, breathing him in, letting his familiar scent overlap your senses. Your heart is beating out of control, and you can feel your cheeks pricking with heat. But you can't take thus anymore, you need to ask.
He lays you down and is immediately on top of you, kissing and nibbling at your skin as he divests you both. You gasp, you can't think when he's all over you like this so, with a low moan, you place your hands on his chest and gently push. 
He gets the hint instantly, and pulls away. Your body protests the lack of warmth covering your naked body, and Kakashi looks at you with a gentle, but curious gaze.
"Not in the mood?" He asks, cupping your cheek, "I'm up to just cuddling," He is so reassuring. This man loves you with his entire heart, why did you ever think to shield him from your worries? He'd never judge you. 
You lean your face into his touch, kissing his palm, "No, it's not that," You assure, "I've been in the mood for an entire week, actually, thanks to you." 
Even though you feel your cheeks heat up, you still look at him with a raised brow, to make a point. He chuckles, and leans closer to you, relaxed, "Oh? What did I do this time?"
Reaching a hand up, your fingers entangle in his hair and, gently, you pull him closer. He doesn't take his eyes off you, watching you with desire and curiosity.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," You confessed, sliding your free hand over his arm, feeling the taunt muscles underneath your fingers. He has one hand on your hip to tug you against him, "Should I ask what about?" You chuckle, and press a chaste kiss to his lip. 
Your heart is racing and you are blushing bright red. You bite your lip, drawing circles on his skin and finally you ask, "Can you... Eat me out this time?" 
He freezes. 
His lips are parted and his eyes are wide open. For a second you think you fucked up, but then you notice the red slowly tinting his cheeks, and his mouth opening and closing as he tries to speak.
It's always cute to see him like this, you place your hand on his neck, thumb stroking his cheek and you're about to reassure him and tell him he doesn't have to, when he finally breathes out a low and eager "Yes," And kisses you the intent to take your breath away. 
You feel your stomach fluttering when he slides down your body, suckling your nipples into hard peaks, before going further. You are sure you have never been this eager and anxious in your life. Your fingers curl at the sheets beneath the closer he gets, and your legs tremble minimally when he parts them. How is it possible to want something this much and yet feel so nervous?
He quickly soothes you, though, hands running up and down your legs, kissing both of your knees, "It's ok, darling. It's just me." His voice is calming and gentle in the storm of your feelings, and it makes you relax a little. 
It's just him. 
You close your eyes and nod at him, "I know," You breath out and part your legs slightly for him, signaling for him that it's ok. 
You feel his lips on your thigh, like the last time, and he kisses both of them all the way down to your sex. 
Your head sink into the pillow and you are staring at the ceiling when you feel his breath on your bare sex. His fingers are on you, and they gently coax the lips of your pussy to open for him. You hear him groaning low in his throat and your immediately tilt your had down, and your gaze fall on him.
He's staring at your exposed sex, taking in the sight before him. You are soaked and looking so tempting, "You are beautiful," He breathes out, and you whimper.
You need him so bad, you can barely take it. 
But he doesn't keep you waiting for long, he can see how much you want him, and that fuels him so much he can feel his dick throbbing, and you haven't even touched him.
Just like that time, he leans down, and his lips press a chaste kiss to your clit, but now on bare skin, the contact makes you jump and gasp. Gods. You are losing your mind. 
He brushes his lips over your swollen clit, and you breath out his name, but it's only when his mouth finally closes around your sex and his tongue laps at that little nub, that you moan and squirm on the bed. 
It feels so fucking good. 
He gives some slow and tentative licks, to taste and test your reaction. You shudder and grip at the sheets, legs parting wider to allow him more space, a silent plea for more.
And he delivers. He's slowly learning your body, licking at clit and experimenting to circle it with the tip of his tongue, taking pride in the way your back arches off the bed and you moan his name loud. 
He laps steadily at your pussy, giving especial attention to your clit, and he hums at your taste, the sound so sinful and vibrating through your sex. He needs to taste more of you, gods, he needs it, and that's why his mouth slide down on your sex, and you feel his tongue eagerly lapping at your trance.
And this is where he gets messy, his nose shamelessly press against your clit as his tongue laps at your juices, the tip of it entering inside you, making your legs close around his head. He groans, and his hands quickly press your legs down on the mattress, holding them open as he continues to slide his tongue inside you. 
You are whimpering and moaning his name, hands reaching down to grip at his hair and you feel the coil tightening in your stomach. 
"Kakashi," You whimper, fingers gripping his hair and he moans against your pussy when you pull at the strands. Fuck. 
His tongue retreats just a little, only to slide back into you, and you feel your whole body sinking into the bed when you realize you are really feeling him fucking you with his tongue. 
The tears slide down your eyes, it's too much, the pleasure is overwhelming and you feel like dying, and all the while Kakashi is moaning in between your legs, feeling your pussy clenching down on his tongue as he steadily fucks you with it. 
Fuck, he's so good. It feels so fucking good. 
You're so close. 
"K-Kakashi!" There's unrgency in your voice as you call out his name, pulling at his hair and he can feel you are close, gods, he can feel your pussy clenching on him and your clit pulsing against his nose. 
He withdraws his tongue from inside you, only to replace it with two fingers that quickly get to work into you, as his mouth latches onto your clit and sucks your swollen nub until you cry out his name. 
He doesn't stop until you are trashing on the bed, tugging on his hair as his fingers fuck into you so relentlessly, and his tongue licks at your clit so eagerly. He doesn't stop until you are coming on his mouth, legs shaking and body spasming underneath him, and he works you through it, mouth sucking at your clit until are sobbing, and he pulls away only to gently lap at your entrance, tasting you clean.
When he finally crawls back up to you, your body is still spasming lightly, covered in a sheen of sweat. You look completely and throughly fucked, hair messy and looking at looking at him through half lidded eyes, panting heavily to catch your breath. You can't feel a single bone in your body, ánd yet, you look like the most beautiful thing in this world. 
He leans down, chuckling softly. 
"How was that?"
You shiver at his question, as if he hadn't wrecked you enough. You are completely boneless, and never in your life could you have imagine this would feel that good. 
You can barely answer, through a heavy breathing and a hazy brain, "Amazing." 
You feel almost avanged when he blushes at the compliment, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. 
You take a deep breath, and with a relaxed smile, you reach in between his legs and grip the hard and throbbing boner inside his pants, "Give me a second, and we'll take care of this."
He moans and kiss your shoulder. You can feel his smirk against your skin, "Take all the time you need, darling." 
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