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My one and only🥺 you guys will never understand😔

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"MY MAN"

four characters who make you yell "MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN" !! I'll go first !

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I feel like people don’t understand me when I say Gojo can have me ANY WHICH WAY he wanna have me fr…there’s depth and meaning to that. Visual it.

#jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk imagines #gojo satoru imagines #gojo satoru smut #Gojo x me #and I say this with all the violence in my heart

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🩷Lust and Tradition🩷

Summary: Gojo Satoru finds himself obsessing over his arranged wife’s innocence. He ends up finding himself doing things to her that even frightens him at times. Y/n who never even knew what sex was until she married Satoru, must now navigate how she should manage her own uncontrollable lust to please her husband, who simply has no mercy when it comes to having her obey him and his strange desires. How can she continue to behave like a lady when he makes her feel like a whore at times and just how long can Satoru play this out until he finally manages to break her.

Warnings: 18+, no minors please, very explicit, shameless smut, nsfw, cunnilingus, oral sex, tongue fucking, vaginal fingering, mentions of vaginal and anal penetration, dacryphillia, spanking, power play, arranged marriage, nipple play, kinky, edging, smut from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru is a man who admires tradition and order. He’s excited to have a wife now, even though you were chosen for him, he still managed to fall for you rather quickly, especially because he finds himself obsessing over your innocence. Your family had groomed you into being a lady perfect for just him. Your favorite color, food, hobbies and abilities were all manipulated to whatever it was that he preferred, all in hopes that the Gojo clan would choose you of all the beautiful women who were also hopeful to marry him. The day finally came and your family praised you more than you ever heard them in front of his elders and Satoru loved everything they had to say about you, but for some reason or another, it was only one piece of information that really stuck with him. You’re a virgin. You’ve never even kissed a boy and the thought of it drove him absolutely crazy. A year into your marriage and you’re fully aware of just how insane he is. He always strays away from penetrating your vagina because he wants to hold on that for as long as possible. If he’s going to take away your innocence and ruin your tight little holes, you’re going to have to beg him for it and if you’re lucky, and he feels convinced, he might give in and grace you with the pleasure of his thick girth tearing you up while you claw cry and scream for him, but he won’t make it easy for you. Only a woman who can entertain his sick and twisted kink for however long he desired can have the pleasure of having his dick anywhere inside of them and since you are his wife, this is going to have to be your fate. Unfortunately for you, the day hasn’t come yet and I say unfortunately because savoring your innocence doesn’t necessarily mean you’re not getting any sexual pleasure. Trust me, he will certainly ensure that you’re getting a lot, even more than what you want sometimes, but once everything is over and done with and you’re face is burried against his warm chest, stifling your moans while trying to recover from the pleasure he let on you, you can’t help but feel a tiny bit unsatisfied. Your vagina is still aching for him, and you can feel it burning so hot as you fantasize of finally having his warm, thick cock massage those aches away. You don’t care about just how painful it might be, you’re too horny to worry about any pain and would happily take on whatever pain you might feel in the name of just feeling him inside your most intimate part.

You squirm against him after those sessions of “innocent pleasure”, as he calls it, that he graces you with when he’s in a good mood and he always notices your uncontrollable lust. He will pretend he doesn’t mind it, but you know he does and you’ll pay for it soon, because despite he’s own pervertedness, he is a traditional man in every sense of the word and will not hesitate to give his wife a decent spanking for her indecency and impure thoughts. The mornings will go on as usual and you’ll start them by waking up before him and preparing his clothing for the day and some breakfast too, unless he decides to start off your mornings by indulging himself with your body. He confuses you sometimes, because he strongly forbids you from entertaining any “filthy” thoughts of him touching you and after a year of being his wife, you still struggle to understand why you’re not allowed to have him how you want to. Afterall, he’s your husband and you are his wife, but according to tradition, all you can do is listen to him and never disobey. So even after he violates your entire body, expect for you vagina, in a way that is most delicious and pleasurable and drives you to tears at times, you cannot question why he doesn’t seal the deal and finally make you his. He leaves after breakfast to work and you’re left feeling like you’re burning at the stake with lust after he took you on the table once again this morning. He does this often and you’re afraid you really might loose it sometime.

The evenings are more intense than the mornings and last much longer and each night you swear you might lose your mind, Satoru taking pleasure in sucking on your nipples. He could do this for hours, he does often and will make you cry just from this, your nipples so sensitive from his prolonged sucking and squeezing. You jump and whimper with every nip he gives your perky buds, trembling on his lap as you cum, despite how painful it gets and you’re too timid to ask him to stop, biting your lip hard yet still failing to stifle your whining and whimpering, gripping his hair without care of causing him pain and your panties are soaked by the time he finally decides to move on.

After ridding you of your last piece of clothing, he places you down whoever he’s taking you, and sometimes, opts to kneel in between your legs just to torture you all the more. He spreads your folds apart so wide that you can’t help but squirm with desire, your vagina aching so intensely that it hurts more than you can bare, but when you voice this to him, he tells you the same thing every time, that he will kiss it better and the ache will go away, which it never does, you know you need him deep inside of you, you need his thick cock to caress and massage you in place his kisses won’t reach, and it frustrates you to tears that he doesn’t give you just that.

You lose yourself as he sucks and slurps on your clit, and if you’re lucky, he’ll lap the entrance of your achy hole, Satoru completely lost in the taste of your arousal and you’ll use this opportunity to grind your hips against his face harder, but to no avail, since he pulls back. Sometimes you’ll feel his tongue penetrate just the entrance before he goes back to sucking on your clit, and you can’t stop yourself from whining and whimpering. You know how good it feels to have him tongue fuck you, since he reserves for you that much relief on special occasions. He once fingered your achy vagina on your birthday, deep and hard. You came so hard and so much that day that you cried, and he had to hold you tight until you calmed down. You hold onto that memory dearly and you’ve never wanted your birthday to come sooner, hoping that he’ll give you that same experience again, but until then, all you get is his hot mouth in your clit, sucking you into a fit of orgasms so intense they make you violently shake and shiver. While he’s eating you out, you try and remember how his fingers felt inside of you, but it’s been so long that the memory fades a little with every passing day. You can still remember the delicious pain of the stretch of his middle and ring finger when he first shoved them into you and you’ve been craving to feel that ever since. You remember how they felt stroking your walls. You immediately reacted, holding onto him like your life depended on it as you cried out in pleasure right in his face. He makes you squirt often from simply eating you out, but his fingers inside of you made you squirt harder and more relentlessly, you came at his will and couldn’t control it and the way he spoke to you, coupled with his never ending thrusting digits drove you to a magical bliss you could never forget.

“Its not right for you to behave this way sweetheart. It’s unladylike and impure. I married a pure lady and I expect you to remain this way. That’s why I have to do this, so you don’t give in to this impurity. Please understand my love”, he says to you as he holds you tight in his arms after spanking you particularly hard, hushing you from crying and wetting his shirt. “B-but for h-how l-long?”, you ask in stuttered breaths. “Until I see fit”, he immediately answers, looking down at you with disapproval in his gorgeous cloudy, blue eyes and you quickly hide your face in his chest again crying even harder, his arms squeezing you tighter. Maybe if he actually made love to you with his dick like every other normal husband out there, you wouldn’t be such a horny mess and therefore, he wouldn’t have to spank you like this. You could even settle for his fingers. You just needed him inside of you.

Despite your burning and sensitive skin from being spanked good, he still spreads your cheeks apart to eat your little hole out the way you wish he’d eat out your vagina. You might whimper from the pain of his big hands gripping your sensitive skin to keep you open, but when his tongue, that you love so much, penetrates your tighter hole, you forget about the pain, scooting back onto him in hopes that he’ll go deeper, and for this hole, he does just what you need him to, shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you, with a rhythm hard enough to make you cum so good you have to try to crawl away from him. He doesn’t let you though and holds you in place as he continues to slurp and suck the rest of you, prolonging your orgasm until your begging him for a break. You love it when he eats your ass out. You love everything he does to you, and just wish he’d finally fuck you. You’d even let him fuck you in both holes and sometimes when you really really feel yourself on the brink on insanity, you promise him you won’t fuss and whine or complain if he does fuck you. He can fuck you as hard as he wants and you’ll take it, begging and pleading for him to make love to you and the longer you talk like that the more furious he gets, wrapping his hand around your neck in frustration. It takes him a moment to calm himself down, because when you beg him like an ill mannered whore, it angers him enough that he despreslty does want to fuck you. Fuck you until you’ll shut up and not ask for him like this again. You truly have balls to speak such filthy words to him and it’s times like this when the spankings leave you sobbing in his arms.

Please understand, he’s just obsessed with your purity and wants to stretched it out for as long as he desires, restricting himself to what he can do with the rest of your beautiful body and despite the teary meltdown you have after a punishment, you still thoroughly enjoy everything he does to you and look forward to it at every passing moment, especially when he holds and comforts you until you stop crying. You’re too ashamed to confide in any of your sisters or friends about your sexual feelings or even about what you’re experiencing, afraid that he will grow upset with you sharing such intimate details of your commitment to him with others. And he’s not interested in sharing his own dark desires with his peers, because he knows he’s fucked up in this regard. Other men take pleasure in sleeping with their wives, and even though he longs to feel that hot, liquidy, virgin tightness swallow him deep inside of you way more than you could ever imagine, he won’t allow himself to fuck you, becauses he’s much too eager to see you break down until you’re really behaving otherwise from how you were raised. only then will he finally fuck your, as a reward for allowing him to bring you to this point and he will make sure that it will feel better than his two fingers on your birthdays or his tongue that he fucks both your holes with when he’s feeling generous.You see, he’s had his eye on you long before his marriage date was even set and already discussed with his elders that it would be you and no one else. Since he first laid eyes on you until now, he grew an unatural, sick desire to break you until you were nothing near what your parents raised just for him. His desire scared him sometimes too, but it turned him on to a point where he’d come in his pants just thinking about it and the first time it happened, is when he knew he had to accept it.

You listen to your friends talk about their own experiences and it’s always a mission for you to hold your tongue, because even the way you feel is only for him and no one else to know. From all the squirming you do under extreme desire from not feeling satisfied with just his tongue work after he plays around with you, he leaves you with a good spanking before heading out to work. Bending you over his knee at the dinner table, or holding you close against him in the bathroom before he hops in the bathtub for you to wash him, generously showering each of your cheeks with hard smacks, your ass jiggling from the force, turning him on all over again as you cling to him, trying not to make too much noise from the fiery sting his hands cause you. Your ass never gets a break, because he does this to you almost every single day and each day feels ten times worse than the day before. He’ll give you a long break from his merciless punishments sometimes for your own relief of course. He’s not a heartless monster. He’s simply a man of tradition and takes disciplining his wife seriously, to “keep you pure and innocent just for him”, so even besides your shame, your fear towards him is freshly awakened after he spanks you, so you keep your mouth shut, and quietly go on about your day, patiently waiting for him to come back home to somewhat sedate the angry ache between your legs, silently praying to the gods that he might allow you to experience him fully tonight because you just don’t know how much longer you can go without doing something you might deeply regret. He can’t help but think about you wherever he goes, and today, he’s been smiling to himself about how much of a good girl you’ve been. He always forgives you for behaving like a whore, after all, he knows just how tough this is for you, it’s hard for him too. He’s thinking of surprising you with a nice dinner he plans on cooking himself and maybe he’ll fuck you just how you want him to, but only in your tight little asshole, and you’re going to endure it, just like you promised him you would.

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HII love ur writing, been feeling super sick recently so they’ve brought me a great amount of joy and comfort haha. If it’s ok may I ask for Itachi taking care of a sick reader after overexerting themselves during a mission?

Sorry for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language ^^”

Hey honey! I’m sorry to hear that you haven’t been doing well, I’m also sorry for the late response I meant to post this a week ago but I got logged out my account🥹 hope you’re feeling better sweetheart🩷

(It’s still Itachi week)

No Warnings: Fluff, nudity.

Itachi cannot take his eyes off of you. This was only your very first mission as a new jonin ninja and your boyfriend was exceptionally proud. Without the hokage, or the anbu corps knowledge, he was with you through every step of the mission, ensuring your safety from a distance, also easily managing to keep himself hidden the entire time. Your mission lasted nearly a weak, and unfortunately, you had to fight someone or something every single day of it. You were alone for this one, so the unavoidable fights you ended up in were usually three on one battles and each one left you even more bruised and injured than the previous one. Itachi kept himself disguised quite well. Well enough that you couldn’t even detect his chakra or his scent from the first to the last day of your mission. You certainly didn’t look forward to fights, which was one thing about being a ninja you often complained to your boyfriend about, so he was particularly impressed with how you held your own each day. Some days got too intense, and he had to try his best to refrain from attending to you. You would never grow as a shinobi if someone always came in to save you. It was tough for him, but it was for the best. Every ninja was bound to end up in a situation like yours and quite often at that, so it was important for him to avoid getting involved and promised himself he’d only intervene if you were on the brink of death, however, because of your physical prowess, your intelligence as well as your determination, you managed to successfully complete one of the most challenging missions of your life as a ninja, despite the injuries and wounds you were able to wrap up yourself whenever you had a moment of peace.

You were in pain, hungry, exhausted and felt slightly dizzy when you had reached the outskirts of Konoha. You could tell by the farms that stretched across the fields ahead of you that you were close to home. A couple more hours of traveling and you’d finally see the gates of Konoha, deciding to take a break near the river that ran through your home village, all the way through the forest and even reaching the farms to provide water for the farmers and their crops. There was a secret spot nearby with a mini waterfall, hidden by thick foliage and rocks. This place was a secret that Itachi had once shown you a while back, and you took advantage of it whenever you were alone. It was midsummer now and the water in the river was slightly warm, but still pleasantly cool against your skin as you washed your body near the waterfall, closing your eyes and taking in a deep breath as you listened to the serene sound of birds chirping and water running.

Itachi intended to finally join you as soon as you entered the forest, but he was confused to see you take an immediate left, instead of following the foot trail in between the trees. He quickly figured it was to head to the secret waterfall the two of you liked to visit often, and decided to surprise you there. Although you were always happy to see him, he wasn’t sure how you would feel about his sudden presence, or further more about the fact that he had been monitoring you the entire mission, after all, he didn’t want you to think he was babying you. He wasn’t supposed to be there with you. What he did was incredibly risky because he could’ve been summoned any one of those days that he was away with you for, but whatever the consequences of being missing for a week were , would’ve been totally worth ensuring you were still alive. This was a big mission for you and he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He wanted this experience to make you stronger and not kill you. So he was okay with the thought of you being upset with him if you did figure out that he was watching you the whole time.

He didn’t intend to startle you as he slowly walked out from the bushes just a couple of feet away from the river bank, noticing the way you struggled to lift up your arms as you washed underneath them, hoping he could help you in the water. He needed a rinse himself anyhow. “What are you doing here!?”, you asked, your heart racing with excitement and relief as he approached, the water rising up his pale, nude body as he walked deeper into it, his hair loose as it draped his shoulders and back. As scrumptious as he looked, you were far too exhausted to think about entertaining any arousal you felt, and did your best to play things out cool, trying to hide your pain from him. You didn’t want him to grow anxious about you whenever you were away on missions. You longed for his respect and worked hard to prove it to him, deeply admiring him as a ninja. “I hope I’m not intruding…I will leave if you’re not comf-” he began to say, interrupted by your sudden reassurance. “No it’s okay, stay…”, you said, allowing him to grab the tiny rag you made out of your shirt to help you wash better. He knew about your hardships, and the fact that you were in pain tugged at his heart as he gently cleaned your face, carefully scrubbing it with the wet rag before wringing it out to wipe your face clean. He placed a kiss on your forehead, and then both you cheeks, and you weakly smiled, closing your eyes as you enjoyed the warmth of his touch on your skin while he continued to wash the rest of your body.

“How was your first day out there as a jonin?”, he asked, placing a hand on your back to pull you closer, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. You unconsciously leaned the rest of your weight against him, snuggling his neck and hugging him as he began scrubbing your back. He smiled wearily, kissing your temple and could sense how low your chakra was, wrapping his arm around you for support. You were far too exhausted and he frowned at that, wondering just how you would’ve made it home if he wasn’t there to watch you. “Mmmm”, you hummed, his skin warm against your cheek. He smelled earthy and you got a feint whiff of pecan nuts too. He smelled divine to you and you pressed a kiss to his neck before speaking. “It was tough”, you said softly, fatigue increasing with every word that came out of your mouth. “There were a lot of challenges and I couldn’t sleep sometimes…”, you continued, pausing for a moment as he could feel you tense for a second. You thought about your next words, refraining from giving him too much information. You didn’t want him worrying right now. You were happy he was here and you wanted him to be happy with you. “…but it was good overall. I managed to save little Inoue and delivered him safely to his family”, you lied. There was nothing safe about your mission. Maybe for the child, but not for you. You lifted your head up to smile at Itachi and you caught him frowning, but he quickly smiled at you when he saw you looking, turning you around so he could wash your front. “I knew you’d manage sweetgirl”, he said, planting a kiss right on your lips. “You’re hurt”, he said, carefully washing around the large bruise that covered the side of your tummy which was already a dark purple with a green ring surrounding it, his hair tickling your cheek as a warm breeze went by. “It’s nothing”, you swallowed, remembering how you were restrained and kicked several times in the gut. “Did you get into any fights?”, he asked and you frowned. “Yes but it was nothing I couldn’t handle”, you lied again. The criminals who ganged up on you were highly skilled and gave you the beating of your life. It did take a lot of chakra to take on all of them, ontop of the tireless traveling you did to avoid any more troublesome interactions. You managed to heal up your face and some of the cuts that littered your body, but couldn’t work on the major bruises on your body, your chakra reserves far too low to use any more without endangering your life. You would visit the hospital as soon as you got home, you told yourself.

“I’m sure you handled it well my love, I have a surprise waiting for you back at home”, Itachi said, sensing that you didn’t want to talk about it, changing the topic to something more light hearted. After he finished washing you up, he did his best to dry your body with the same rag, laying down his shirt on a nearby boulder for you to sit on while he carefully dressed you. You felt ten times worse than you did before he had arrived, your entire abdomen drumming with pain and your vision blurring as you fought to keep yourself together. You allowed him to help you, weakly clutching onto him for support. He could feel the fatigue radiating off of you and could tell you were forcing yourself to keep a straight face. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, lifting up your head to look at him. His big eyes glistening as he held yours with genuine concern in them. “You’re so strong baby. I’m really proud of you”, he said, and you knew he could sense how much pain you were in, tears welling in your eyes, Itachi softly smiling as they fell down your cheeks. You were so tired, parting your lips to take a deep breath as you contemplated telling him the truth. “It’s alright my love, I’ll take care of you okay?”, he said, swiftly lifting you off the rock and holding you close against him. You didn’t even have the the strength to wrap your legs around him, but he held you firmly with his hands under both your thighs as he carefully moved you over to his back. “Oh baby, your chakra levels are so low. I’m gonna get you home so you can rest and I’ll cook you your favourite. I promise you’ll feel stronger before the sun sets”. You shut your eyes tight, crying into his shoulder as he began running through the forest. Teleporting you back would only worsen your condition, so he chose this way. A journey that would’ve taken you m another day in your condition, only took him two hours and the two of you were home.

“Cmon, let’s get you to bed”, he said, gently maneuvering your limp body from his back to his front. Your condition was rapidly worsening and Itachi was starting to worry, concerned that you were still awake after resting on his back for two hours. You were highly fatigued, but you didn’t fall asleep and your body felt cold against his. He soothingly rubbed your back as he walked towards the bedroom, whispering reassuring words in your ear with every step. He carefully placed you down on the cool summer linen, slowly ridding you of all your clothes teleporting to the wardrobe to pull out a thick blanket, a fresh pair of underwear and a long sleeved undershirt quickly returning to slip them onto your now shivering body, before covering you with the thick blanket. He wasted no time in preparing you some herbal tea, mixing in enough medicine to knock you out and allow you to rest for as long as your body needed it. He teleported as he moved, not wanting to waste even a second, slightly lifting you up to help your drink the tea. With lots of encouragement, he managed to get you to down it all, immediately ridding himself of all his clothes, leaving just his underwear on to snuggle under the blanket with you. “I missed you so much”, he heard you softly whisper, pressing his body as close to yours as possible without hurting you, his warmth enveloping you far better than the blanket. “I’m right here baby, get some rest and we’ll spend some time together as soon as you wake up okay?”, he said, and you felt your eyes grow heavy as you basked in his warmth, his steady heart beat a comforting melody, putting you to sleep in a matter of seconds.

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Y’all i was logged out of my account 😭😭😭😭 felt like prison

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Part five : Kakuzu x Hidan

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If you’re ever trying to navigate my blog and can’t find something just hit one of the tags and it will reveal it all to you!🩷

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lol so this week gonna be itachi week 😆

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hey love 😇 was thinking of ya and just wanted to come check in on you and see how you’re doing 💗💞💗💞

giving u a mental bear hug as we speak !! 🥹

*aggressively hugs you right back* 🥰🤗😘

#lovely moots 💕 #friends🩷

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have you already done how Itachi would spend Valentine's day with his s/o, sfw and nsfw plss

Warnings: 18+, equal fluffs and smut🩷 scenario

He’s honestly a very country kind of guy. He loves the peace and serenity that comes with living on a farm. He doesn’t really like the bustle of the inner village, most especially on Valentine’s Day. Everyone is occupying every restaurant, couples are filling the streets, arm in arm and he just feels like it’s way too overrated to take you there. He prefers to plan things out for just the two of you to enjoy alone.

Despite his daily efforts at keeping you smiling and happy, preparation for Valentine’s Day can be a tad bit stressful for him. He needs for things to be perfect just for you. Careful not to wake you up, he’ll sneak out of your shared bed and into the kitchen, where he will whip up the finest breakfast for the finest girl in the world, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he shapes the pancakes into cute little teddy bares and drips some syrup over them with a smile on his face while he imagines your adorable reaction to them.

He already sprinkled some rose and peony petals all over your room while you were still asleep, and even placed some ever so carefully around your sleeping frame and sprinkled some on top of you since he thinks you look like a dream that way. He might go a little overboard with the petals though, since he practically covers the house in them, but please be understanding okay. He’s a sweet boy and a new lover, so he’s pretty imaginative about Valentine’s Day.

There are endless trails of pink, white and red petals leading to every room and you can’t help but giggle at the exaggeration. You love him so much for doing all this for you though, and he sweetly requests to join you in the petal and bubble filled bathtub shortly after the two of you have a nice, peaceful breakfast together in the kitchen with the windows open, allowing the cool morning breeze and fresh smells of nature to wake y’all up.

There’s nothing he loves more than soaking in the bathtub with you, and turns bright red as though this is all new to him, when you litter his pretty face with kisses and verbally communicating how grateful you are to have him in your life. He loves to feel needed and appreciated and when you demonstrate that to him physically, he gives in like a desperate whore, letting you ride him in the bathtub to your hearts content. He feels so special as you kiss and nip his face and neck while you slowly bounce on him, soft whimpers leaving his lips at the feel of your warm walls suctioning him as you lift yourself up, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when you allow gravity to help you sit all the way on him and he’s so lost in the height of pleasure you’re keeping him on, his hands gripping your hips so hard as he desperately tries to meet you with needy thrusts, wishing he could go deeper despite how you already feel him deep in your tummy. He didn’t intend to have you wreck pleasurable havoc on him on your special day of romance and strongly preferred to be the one to take you to these heights, but you look so ethereal with your opal pink bonnet still on, bubbles and petals littered on your shoulders and breasts, your face contorting as you near a climax so powerful that it forces him to cum with you and of course he obeys as he let’s lose, sitting upright to hold you tight, the bathroom filled with soft music and desperate moans of one another’s names. He lays back down against the tub with the his arms still around you, breathing heavy while he plants feather light kisses on your face. The two of you just lay there in one anothers arms, the hot water wrapping the two of you up perfectly as you take in one another’s presence, his dick still buried deep inside of you, slowly growing hard again and when you shift in surprise, he immediately apologizes to you for not giving you what you clearly needed sooner.

He’s so sweet you literally feel like you don’t deserve him, reassuring him that you had a wonderful time and that you enjoyed yourself as much as he did. Despite this, he can’t help shake away his guilt and when the two of you get out of the tub, he dries you off gently, picking you up bridal style to carry you back to bed, tossing you on the soft mattress with a smile on his face over your giddy giggles. He spreads your legs wide open, and hushes you when you begin to protest, reassuring him that he really doesn’t have to do all this and that the bathtub was enough, but he insists; “Sweetheart cmon, I really wanted to this anyway. Please?”, he practically begs, and just how can you say no to him????

He most definitely wants to take a walk with you on the farm or even a nice little stroll in the nearby forest and packs a nice picnic for the two of you to sit down under a tree on a nice patch of grass and eat. He bought you a gorgeous dress of your style and tastes and has you standing under almost every tree so he can take pictures of you, joining you in a few of them. You’re just so stunning to him and he needs to add these to his photo album. He’s very open to suggestion, if it will make your day of course and will even sing to you if you request that. He doesn’t consider himself an amazing singer, but his voice is so incredibly soothing that you just wanna listen to him all day, resting your head onhis lap while you relax to his divine voice. There’s something about listening to him sing that makes you wet and when you sit up to straddle his lap, he already has an idea of what you’re trying to do. Of course he’s happy to give it, but he’s shocked to hearthat you want to be in control. You’re clearly taking advantage of the day, and despite how often he usually denies your requests to too him, he’ll allow you to have things your way today. He has to admit though, he loves having you take care of him like this, it makes him feel special and the thought of you taking him how you want makes his dick twitch and he can’t help but feel like he’s being the receiver here and he worries , thinking you’re the one who actually deserves all this pleasure, especially on Valentine’s Day, but since you really want this, how can the lover boy possibly deny you?!

You love how smooth his skin feels on your tongue as you decorate his neck with more hickies, dragging your tongue up his neck, his jawline and finally, penetrating it into his mouth as you gently have your way with him, kissing him passionately. He quickly grows excited over allowing you to have so much control, but even so, he wants to please you, he needs to please you, it’s Valentines Day after all. Gently rubbing your thighs, he sneaks his hands up your dress, grabbing both your cheeks into his hands and squeezing gently. When he hears you moan excitedly into his mouth, he goes feral for a moment and tries his best to compose himself and behave, hooking your undies with his middle and ring finger to pull the pesky material to the side and expose your woman hood to his curious fingers. You’re wet and you’re dripping on his fingers before he could even touch you with him, the kiss growing aggressive as you try to contain your own neediness. He feels himself growing hot at the thought of you being so aroused over topping him and wonders why he only ever allowed you to dominate him today when he could’ve been experiencing this for the past 8 months. He might tease you for a bit, only so he can take in the many expressions you make on your pretty face as you softly plead for him. “Itachi babe, please”, you beg, grinding your hips down onto his fingers to get him to touch you where you needed it most. Now how the HELL can he say no to that? He’s immediately rubbing circles on your clit, mesmerized by the sweet sounds you’re making on his lap, your hands running over his chest and his arms, greedily feeling him up as you shudder from how good you feel and he can’t resist penetrating your wet cunt with his two fingers, your mouth hanging open as you instantly cum, squirming on his lap as he slowly sinks them in deeper, just past his second knuckle. He immediately starts pumping the digits in and out of you, and you’re already riding wave after wave of pleasure as he stretches out the intense pleasure of your orgasm. “Hey, look at me”, he softly reminds you, and you do just as you’re told, brown eyes looking into black ones as you begin to grind his fingers earnestly, desperate for another orgasm. He meets your hips with fast, controlled pumps and you’re morning his name out in ecstasy, shuddering as you fall against him, wrapping your arms and his neck. He smirks with pride, his face buried between your breasts as you hold him against you but he’s not quite satisfied yet, planning on taking more from you since you’ve forgotten to be the top in this moment, but to his surprise, you let go of him to unbutton his pants, reaching for his thick cock. He wonders when you became so greedy and if you got it from him. Rubbing his thick warm shaft against your moist vulva a few times lubricates him just enough for you to finally line with your dripping wet entrance, slowly sitting down on him, letting him bury himself as deep inside of you as you can handle. You both moan in ecstasy and can’t help but talk softly to one another as you ride him like you did in the morning.

As the evening nears, the weather gets cooler and he purposefully takes his sweet time walking back home with you, knowing you’d immediately be down to have another session in the tub and when the two of you are all done, the sun is beginning to set and he’s ready to finally give you all the gifts he’s bought during the week. He gently ties a blindfold over your eyes and wraps his arm around your waist, while holding your hand in his to guide you into the living room, where’s he’s lined up all your gifts and set up a cozy blanket fort in front of the fire place, where he plans on making love to you all night long after a movie and some snacks.

You’re reeling over the giant teddies, the huge bouquets and many boxes of jelwery and chocolates. He bought each and every single gift with your reaction in mind and it made him grow even more excited for this day. He’s surprised and can’t stop himself from blushing when you show him the gifts you got for him. He genuinely wasn’t expecting it, but also wonders what exactly he was expecting, realising just how much you love him too. He really looks forward to spending every day with you, but Valentines Day has to be on top of the list as one of his favorite holidays.

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Dirt, Anger and Love.

Naruto x Reader

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, slow build, smut, oral sex, anal play, fingering, cunnilingus, rough penetration.

Summary: You hate Naruto. He’s loud, dirty and incredibly annoying, but the two of you share a secret that you’re too ashamed to acknowledge.

Getting into fights with Naruto was something everyone you were associated with quickly got used to. For someone you’d always considered an idiot, his witty comebacks and smart responses hit nerves deep inside of you that not even your mother could touch, and you hated that he could bother you so much, especially considering how often you tried to avoid him…however, Naruto, kind of took pride in the effect he had on you. He always felt inferior when you spoke to him, the harsh and unfriendly tone you used with him constantly triggering deep rooted emotions that he worked much too hard on tucking away, from the time he graduated from the academy up until now, being a 22 year old famous ninja.

The two of you were called in to have a word with Kakashi-sama. This was the usual after all. The two of you never got on the right foot from the start. There was just something about him that really pissed you off. Growing up, you had heard all kinds of rumors and gossip about him. From your own parents and their friends during your holiday get togethers at home, teachers at school when you easedropped on their conversations behind closed doors as well as people around your age range no matter where you went in the village. And although you had your own personal experience with him, being that you were in the same class at the academy, you were still influenced by the village gossip about him and you did not hide you intolerance towards him. He was certainly quite the nuisance and you didn’t like how he still humored pranks and silly games even at his big ass age of 22.

You sat with your arms tightly crossed under your bosom, your legs crossed too as you tapped your foot against the tiled floors, impatiently waiting for Kakashi to finally call you in. Naruto sat only a few feet away from you, on the the bench opposite the one you sat on, directly facing you, shamelessly evaluating you from head to toe. Damn…she’s really pissed, he thought, catching himself smirking, but he immediately grew serious when you snapped your head in his direction, irritated by the audacity he had to even be staring at you during a time like this. You couldn’t hide the disgust on your face as your eyes scanned the blonde across from you, his white t-shirt, surprisingly still white, the short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, revealing his well sculptured biceps and forearms. You quickly looked away, wanting to gag at the fact that his arms caught your attention.

Naruto was nothing you fancied. Absolutely not your type. Sighing loudly, you switched legs, still managing to avoid Naruto’s eyes as you looked down at his shoes. Kakashi what the hell are you doing in there! , you wondered, wanting nothing more than to get this meeting over and done with so you could continue on about your day, far, far away from the fox retainer in front of you. His black shoes were covered in dust, and the bandages wrapped around his legs were no longer white, also stained by dirt. As far as you remembered, Naruto was always dirty. He never failed to complete training looking more raggedy than everyone else and the fact that he didn’t even have the decency to dust his shoes to speak with the Hokage reminded you of that annoying ego he had.

You’d only started actually talking to him after the war with Pein, feeling just a slight bit of gratitude towards him for saving the village. But you only pretended to tolerate him. You shifted uncomfortablely where you were seated, trying not to remember your teenage memories with the blonde. Now you were working all too closely with him for the purpose of the chunin exams. He was still loud and insanely good at teaching those kids, as well as other things that you tried not remember. They all loved him, despite his childish behavior, but obviously that’s what kids loved. You couldn’t help but hate him, not only for his childishness, but also because you felt responsible for the way he made you feel. He should not have any place in your heart to piss you off the way he did, but he did. And you felt like he had too much of it, raising your eyebrow and throwing him a dirty look when he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his big, blue eyes dark, holding a message in them that you were absolutely not interested in decoding.

Unfortunately, you both needed to work together to cover for physical and chakra training amongst the new genin and for a moment, you wished he was gone again, so you could go back to having peace and order. He always found a way to drive you crazy with his chaotic work tendencies, such as allowing the kids to leave without cleaning up the field and returning their workout equipments. He hated doing that as a child and in his own words felt like he was punishing the kids by forcing them to do it when they were already exhausted.

This afternoon, you just couldn’t contain the fury building up inside of you. You needed to beat his ass immediately. He hadn’t created the weekly itinerary like he promised he would and even though he had just returned from a long mission, you were dumb enough to believe him when he said he would and of course he used the mission as an excuse for not delivering as you had expected him to. It honestly wasn’t a big deal. The itinerary was only there as an option for the kids that liked to know how their week was planned out. Naruto however, thought he’d simply remind them at the beginning and end of the day of training about their activities for the next day.

It was the sheer disrespect of him not giving two fucks about your itinerary and not showing a lick of remorse when he threw his lame ass excuse at you. The kids still being seated on the grassy field didn’t stop you from kicking him square in the gut, but despite landing the perfect hit, you weren’t satisfied, quickly throwing a fist towards him, but he caught it, twisting your arm and tackling you down to the ground, embarrassing you in front of all the kids with such a simple move. You didn’t expect him to react so soon, and you felt far too humiliated to let it end here, the warmth and heaviness of his large and bulky frame making you feel things you didn’t expect to so quickly. The realization disgusted you and you leaped to action. A few kids ran to report the scene to Shikamaru, the head of the chunin exams, basically your manager, who immediately sent you both to the Hokage after managing to stop you from punching Naruto square in the face with his shadow jutsu, successfully breaking up the fight between the two of you.

Kakashi finally let you in his office, the cool breeze of the ac doing nothing to cool your fury. The old man had the audacity to force you to apologize to Naruto, as though this was all your fault. “You don’t get it Kakashi-sama! This was all apart of his plan, you have to believe me!”, you yelled, the frustration of Kakashi taking his ex- students side driving you to the brink of insanity. Naruto tried his best to keep a straight face. The sick bastard delighted in the fact that everyone truly believed you were just being your usual intolerant self, when he knew that he triggered your violent behavior on purpose. Something about getting a rise out of you gave the blonde shinobe a deep sense of pleasure that actually aroused him, and he was thankful to have tied his jacket around his waist, the sleeves hiding the slowly growing boner in his pants.

“I understand that you find him incredibly annoying, trust me, we all do”, Kakashi said, leaning back in his chair as though he was forced to do this, “, but that’s not an excuse to hit him hard enough to startle the children y/n. Please apologize”. You thought you’d burst into flames right where you stood, huffing as you crossed your arms under your breasts, Naruto smirking again as he looked down at you from the corner of his eye. “Well, I’m waiting���, Kakashi said, raising an eyebrow, patiently waiting for you to make amends. It took everything in you to utter the words, refusing to even face him. “Sorry”, was what you could manage, hoping that it would be good enough for the masked ninja. “Now hug”, he said. You turned on your heels , ready to leave, before turning back to face him. “I’m sorry, what?”, you asked, not sure if you had misheard him. “Maybe then you’ll think twice about fighting next time”, he said, rolling his chair closer to his desk to shovel through some papers, nonchalant towards your stuttered protests. Naruto grinned his usual annoying, grin as he turned his body to face you, “I’ll definitely have to shower after this”, Naruto said,rolling his eyes in annoyance and spreading out his arms, seeming just as uncomfortable as you were to fulfil the Hokages request. Men are sadists. They have to be, you thought, leaning in to give him the quickest hug you could possibly give, feeling absolutely disgusted to have his warm, soft chest pressing against your face. Just when you were about to step back, he wrapped his strong arms around you, and it took you a few seconds to snap out of his warm embrace. He smelled like dirt and cinnamon and you felt a familiar sense of vulnerability and safety in his arms, Naruto wearing a wicked grin you could not see on his face as you squirmed to get out of his hold.

“Oh my gosh!”, you yelled through gritted teeth, turning to look a Kakashi, who seemed more interested in the papers on his desk than on you actually doing what he said was so important to do. He didn’t see what Naruto did, but he looked up from his papers to see what you were fussing about, Naruto simply standing there, his hands in his pockets while you seemed to be on the brink of attacking him once again. He sighed, sitting up to give you his full attention. “Naruto-kun, I don’t want to have to call you in here for pissing people off. Please allow people to avoid you if they must. You may leave”, he said, the blonde making quick hand signs before poofing away. He was gone, but you were still irritable, hoping that you wouldn’t piss Kakashi off any more than you already have. “Y/n, what do I need to do to get you to behave huh? I’m disappointed to be honest. Id expect you to be the more level headed one between the two of you…”. Kakashi went on and on about absolutely nothing that seemed to be a solution to you. Once he finally dismissed you, you stormed out his office, wincing when you accidentally banged the door on your way out, hoping that Kakashi wouldn’t come right after you for doing that, but thankfully, he remained silent.

Sighing out loudly, you wanted nothing more than to quickly head home and take a cool shower and maybe masturbate to relive your current frustration, beginning your walk down the long hallway, completely furious and not in the mood to see Naruto again. Being upset around him always led to trouble, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath to ignore the inappropriate memories quickly flooding your head, when you were suddenly yanked into a small room on your right. Startled, you turned around to see Naruto leaning against a large, barrel that reached just below his hips, in the corner of the little walk in closet that no one ever made use of. The only thing in the room was the barrel that Naruto leaned against and a small locker the size of a chest of drawers behind you. “Why the fuck am I in here” you asked, trying not to raise your voice. “Why the fuck are you suddenly picking fights with me”, he asked, standing up straight and crossing his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief under the dim light the little globe a few inches above his head provided. He was obviously too big to even be in here. He took most of the space with his tall and burly frame. “You’re picking fights with me Naruto”, you replied defensively, wondering just what he was trying to get at. It’s not like you did this on purpose…

He was provoking you, taking a few steps to tower over you. He knew how big he was and always used that to intimidate you when you got too wild, like you did earlier on today and he did not like that. You always treated him like you were superior to him and he knew just how to make you feel the opposite way. “You knew that the itinerary thing would make me so mad!”, you whispered. He just stood there, looking quite serious with his jacket tied around his waist. The white shirt he wore hugging his chest just right. You could smell him as you stood in front of him. Only about two small feet away. You couldn’t believe this, struggling to keep still with your arms folded just below your bust. Naruto kept still, patiently waiting, suppressing his amusement as he watched your frustration fluctuate. His earlier angry face softening as he observed you. He was tall. And you hated having to look up at him and absolutely despised him looking down on you, your tummy doing flips as he slowly neared you, towering over you with each step. He finally stood right against you and you could smell the familiar spicy scent of his hair wash, mixed with his sweat as well as the sun. He smelled just as good as he looked. And you found it comforting, despite your heart pounding inside your vagina. He leaned forward to rest his hands on the locker behind you, his burly frame making you feel tiny as his chest pressed against yours. “The itinerary is not a big deal, why are you making me do stuff that doesn’t matter?”, he casually replied, maintaining a calmness that pissed you off to your core. “I swear to god”, you whispered to yourself. “Do you have any idea how much I fucking hate you”, you practically moaned, and he smiled at that. “I fucking hate you y/n”. “Wow so then why cant you fucking leave me alone!” “I promise you I tried to, but for one reason or the other, you always seem to find a way to bait me, and you know better then any one else, just how much I like to take it ”, he said, pushing you back with his body as he caged you between his arms. You absolutely hated the picture he was trying to paint, furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, but the proximity between the two of you distracted your thoughts and you just couldn’t think of how to respond, lost in his eyes as he leaned closer still. “What’s been bothering you babygirl? You miss me?”, he asked, brushing his lips against your cheek to whisper in your ear. You noticed yourself breathing slightly harder than you were about a minute ago, your breasts pressing against his wide chest as he pulled you closer to him with a big hand on your lower back. Feeling defeated, you accepted your current circumstances, giving into him like you normally did. Time and time again, ever since you only 17. You felt somewhat disgusted with yourself for constantly wanting him to fuck you and you were in denial over how much you had come to rely on moments like this. You hated yourself for feeling addicted tohis touch, and could never bring yourself to admit that you missed his every single day that he was away on missions. He was so good at riling you up like this and he knew what the key to seducing you was. You didn’t know this yourself, but he learnt it the first time the two of you had sex back then, during the reconstruction of the village. Being angry, frustrated and irritated were the emotions Naruto recognized turned you on, and he found out when he saw just how soaked your panties were when he first threatened to fuck you in the weapons room of the Hokage mansion. He found it hot that you would easily submit to him when you were horny and took advantage of that whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Trying to get your thoughts together was not working out for you and you felt like an idiot not being able to respond.

The real reason as to why you hated him so so much started to show and you wanted to slap yourself to try and snap out of it, feeling your arousal soaking your underwear as he trailed feather like kisses against your neck. He was warm, almost hot and you felt him burning you up. “You need me to fuck you?”, he asked, his warm breath fanning your neck as he spoke. “N-no”, you replied, clearing your throat as still fought to get a hold of yourself. “No, I absolutely do not need you inside of me”. Naruto smiled, planting the softest kiss just below your ear, making you shiver. “So is this seriously how you’re going to behave whenever you need my attention?”. You swear he knew exactly what to do with his voice, deep and raspy in your ear. Your clit began to throb. You hated him speaking down on you. How dare he talk to you like a child when he couldn’t even bother to dust his pants off before walking into the Hokages office. You took offense, feeling somewhat ashamed for having him call you out. “I don’t want your attention Naruto. You’re an idiot for not noticing my avoidance”, you replied, tilting your head so he would have better access to your neck. Naruto took the hint, sucking on the spot he just kissed and letting it go through his teeth. You weren’t sure how much longer you could resist him, parting your legs so he could stand in between them. “Well you’re not doing a very good job at avoiding me right now sweet thing”, he said, sucking on another part of your neck before gently nipping it. Biting your lip hard, you wanted him to rip your clothes off and devour you any minute now, but your pride would never allow you to make him see just how right he was. It was already so obvious to him that you needed your secret dose of Uzumaki cock to straighten you out whenever work got hectic between the two of you. And you were awfully embarrassed about that. The last thing you wanted was for him to know that you touched yourself to thoughts of him, especially these last two months, impatiently waiting for his return.

He stood straight again, leaning down to kiss you, but his lips stopped just a few seconds away from yours, and you whimpered unintentionally, making him grin in satisfaction. Feeling his hands fiddling with your shorts, you tried to look down, but he nudged you back up with his head, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and this time, the whimper that left your lips annoyed you. Why was he making you behave like this. He had to be some kind of demon to make you feel so horny. This was unlike you. Girl please, you’ve been letting him dick you down for years now. You’re a natural whore for him…your inner voice spoke, and you grew frustrated, but Naruto sensed the shift in your mood, finally pressing his lips against yours, feeling like he had teased you just enough as he managed to pull your shorts down, letting them pool at your feet, leaving you in just your drenched underwear. His lips against yours felt so heavenly amazing, that you didn’t even bother to kick your shorts off your ankles, moaning into his mouth when you felt him possessively cup your pussy, the smell of your arousal awakening his primal urge to take you right then and there. You were clearly wet enough to lubricated him, but he fought to resist the urge, only kissing you harder, his tongue swirling around yours as he softly grunted into your mouth. It had only been two months since the two of you had played together in his apartment late one night, and he thought you might need a bit of prep before he could fuck your to his hearts desire.

His hand crept into your undies, but you were so lost in the way his soft, velvety lips meshed with yours, that you didn’t notice, softly gasping into the kiss when you felt his finger prodding around your entrance. You were so incredibly wet that he wondered if you really actually needed prep, testing the boundaries without thinking and shoving his middle and ring finger right up your tight, hot, liquid heat, down to the last knuckle, swallowing the sharp moan you let out. He let his fingers rest inside of you, slowly grinding them in deep circles, patiently stretching you out while he kept his tongue in your mouth, muffling your moans until they turned into soft pants. He finally broke the kiss, and when you opened your eyes to see his brows furrowed as though he was frustrated, you thought you’d cum right there, Naruto placing his free hand over your mouth. “Baby, you can’t make too much noise in here, or Kakashi will come find us”, he said, reminding you of where you were. The thought of Kakashi finding Naruto shoving his tongue and fingers inside of you terrified you, a wave of arousal running down your spine making your knees weak and your hips buck against his hand. At this point you needed to cum, shocked by how the idea of getting caught made you feel. Biting you lip, you buried your face in his chest, grabbing his wrist with your hand as he pushed his fingers deeper inside of you. Removing his hand from over your mouth, he immediately placed it into your locs, tugging your head back enough to kiss you once again. “Shhhh”, he warned, trying to catch his breath after breaking the kiss. The stinging stretch of his two fingers deep inside felt amazing, but you needed more, grinding your hips on his hand, Naruto immediately getting the message. He began pumping his fingers in and out of you, massaging your g spot with every stroke, Naruto’s face so close to yours as he continued to hush you, your mouth an o shape as you panted heavily against his lips.

The smell of your sex was a little too intoxicating for him and he wanted his fingers in his mouth, to finally taste your juices. His mouth watered at the thought, and suddenly his throat felt dry. Far too lost in the delicious pleasure his fingers gave you, you didn’t hear the poof beside you, a hand suddenly covering your mouth before Naruto picked up his pace, now desperate to have you cum. His fingers moved fast, the blue eyed ninja far too impatient, desperate to feel you release that liquid he craved all over his hand. Your moans betrayed you, and you lacked the control to suppress them, grateful for the hand that covered your mouth as you whimpered into it, sparks of pleasure shooting through your body as you squirmed against him, his arm holding you firmly around your waist. Your orgasm felt amazing, as usual, and your moans turned into muffled screams , your eyes rolling far back when you felt another orgasm suddenly hit you, endless waves of pleasure making you see stars for a few seconds. Naruto was finally rewarded with the warm gush of liquid he craved. “Fuck, that’s it babygirl”, he groaned, dropping to his knees before you. You were still too high on pleasure to realize someone stood behind you, picking you up and spreading your thighs as wide as the shorts around your ankles would allow. Naruto didn’t waste any time, not wanting your fluids to go to waste, his shadow clone sucking and biting your neck, while he began lapping and drinking up your juices, burying just the tip of his inside of you with every hard lick he gave to clean you up, sucking on your clit and letting it go with a pop before repeating. He always ate you out so aggressively and even thinking about it drenched your undies. He enjoyed how your walls clenched his teasing tongue, finally shoving it inside of you when you stopped squirting, bobbing and twisting his head back and forth before latching onto your clit, swirling his tongue around it and hungrily sucking it, waiting for you to squirt right into mouth again, moaning against you as he greedily ate you out.

“n-naruto”, you whimpered, your arms trapped behind your thighs, barely able to reach forward and grip his head. The way he slowly circled your clit drove you to madness, keeping you on the brink of ecstasy long enough you wanted to cry. “f-fuuuuccckkk!”, you whined, a hand quickly covering your mouth again. He knew how overstimulating his work between your legs was, your clit sensitive from his tortuous tongue, but he needed you to give him what he wanted before he’d let you go, burying two fingers inside of you without warning, immediately pumping and twisting them inside of you. You were now kicking your feet, squirming uncontrollably, as you reached a new height of pleasure that threatened to knock you out, feeling yourself cum hard as you squirted like a water gun, Naruto happily struggling to drink it all up, indulging in the pungent taste of your arousal, softly sucking your clit while at it. For a moment, you lost yourself, Naruto only hoping that your muffled, sexy noises weren’t being heard beyond the door separating you from the hallway. There was no way anyone could walk past and not hear you, but Naruto, even with the help of his clones didn’t sense any chakra singles nearby. He finally pulled away from you, taking your limp, shivering body from the clone behind you to gently place you on the small surface of the lockers, quickly diving in for a kiss to swallow the whimpers you made, recovering from the intense orgasm. Gathering yourself was a struggle, as usual, and he didn’t even get to the best part yet. Your usual post orgasm thoughts crept up on you again. How the hell do I avoid him when he makes me feel like this?, you asked yourself, I don’t think I can handle life without this, omg, why does he do this to me.

You finally opened your eyes, managing to kiss him back with a little more control, enjoying the taste of your arousal on his lips while your body still shuddered with tiny jolts of pleasure against his warm, bulky frame. He was still dressed, breaking the kiss to look at you, Naruto drowning in your hazy brown eyes for a few seconds, your half lidded eyes glistening in complete satisfaction, making him smile. He realised just how much he loved eating you out, and planned on pissing you off as much as he could if it meant you’d let him kneel between your legs and cum on his face as much as he wanted you to. If it meant he could hear you whimper and cry out his name from between your legs, he would annoy you forever. Every beat down you would give him would be worth it. He was so handsome when he smiled at you and you longed to see him smile like this more often, somewhat regretting your earlier attempt at beating his ass. His next words quickly snapped you out of your thoughts, and you swallowed nervously. “That was really fucking sexy, so now I’m gonna fuck you fast and hard, for hitting me earlier on okay ? At least until I feel like I can forgive you for it”. He seemed so casual about it, the clone behind him nearing the two of you. You swallowed again, your pussy clenching painfully on nothing as it anticipated the coming threat. He took a step away from you and you longed to feel his body heat all over you as soon as possible, watching him step aside to strip, while the clone came closer still. He made you feel very nervous, as though he was someone else, making you feel a sense of fear and excitement as to just what they would do to you. He’d never brought out the clones all the other times the two of you had sex and the thought of having two Naruto’s have their way with you made your head spin. Clones were nothing new to you. You knew how to make them yourself and you had a lot of experience with them during battles and training, but having Naruto’s clone touch you, made you feel a little uneasy. He was just as warm as Naruto was and just as real too, and out of curiosity, you reached your hand out touch him back, feeling his well defined abs against your hand, while his calloused palms rub your bare skin as it snuck under your t-shirt, quickly finding its way to your sports bra, impatiently tugging it up and cupping your entire boob, softly squeezing and kneading it as he leaned forward to kiss you.

He felt just as real as the original Naruto and something about it was quite eerie, but that didn’t stop your body from positively reacting to him, softly moaning into the kiss when he caught a nipple between his thumb and index finger, gently rolling and pinching it, placing his free hand on your back to slide you off of the locker, quickly turning you around and bending you over to lay on the cool surface. Looking over your shoulder, you could see the clone drop to his knees behind you, spreading your ass apart with his hands, while the original Naruto finally pulled his trunks down, and you were instantly reminded of just how godly the man was. This was the same idiot that ended the fourth ninja war, and fought with Madara himself. He was gonna fuck you now, and you didn’t care that the Naruto behind you could see you clench and grow wetter at the thought. You didn’t see Naruto staring at your pussy since you were so mesmerized by his huge cock, squirming in want as you imagined the feeling of him penetrating you with it. God you truly missed him. He was so so right. A warm tongue pressing right against your anus making you gasp in shock, forcing you to turn your concentration to the clone on his knees, circling his tongue around the little hole. You weren’t new to any anal play, Naruto had already introduced you that about a year ago, and he was no stranger to tongue and finger fucking the little hole when he wanted to. When he fingered your ass and pussy simultaneously, he’d literally make you cry and you wondered if he was planning on fucking you with his clone like that, accidentally whimpering out loud when you felt his thumb press into your pussy while his tongue dug into your anus. Just how long was he planning on keeping you in here for. You guessed about thirty minutes had already gone by since you were yanked into the room and the anxiety of someone catching viciously fueled your arousal. The real Naruto came to stand beside you, snaking his hand under your hips and in between your legs, searching for your clit, which was all too easy to find considering how swollen it was from his earlier administrations.

Biting down on your arm, you tried to minimize the noises you made, feeling completely hopeless to getting caught as the two men behind you worked on pleasuring you once again, Naruto grinding his bare erection against your hip as he slowly rubbed your clit, while the clone on his knees continued to thrust his tongue inside your ass, switching his thumb for his middle and index finger, slowly pumping them inside of you. You felt yourself melt onto the locker, barely able to keep yourself standing as your knees buckled from the pleasure. As amazing as this felt, you didn’t want to cum like this. “Naruto, please, I just want you inside of me”, you begged ever so softly, trying to suppress your moans. Begging didn’t necessarily work at all times, sometimes, he just wanted to torture you and you wondered if today would be one of those days, but why here in this cramped up storage room. Keeping yourself quiet was damn near impossible anyway, this was just not the right place for him to make you cum like this.

To your pleasant surprised though, the clone behind you disappeared, and all too quickly, Naruto got behind you, easily burying himself as deep inside as your hot, wet walls would allow him. You screamed right into your arm, and Naruto quickly leaned forward to cover your mouth with his hand, pulling you up straight to hold you against his chest, his warmth enveloping you once again as he sunk deeper inside of you. You couldn’t stop whimpering, Naruto simply standing behind you, worried that someone might of heard you scream so loud. He felt his dick pulsing and twitching inside of you, breathing hard against your temple as you hugged and squeezed him just right, clenching him impatiently as he searched the surrounding areas for any chakra signals. “Fuck”, he said, “If you don’t keep yourself quiet, I won’t let you come y/n”, he warned and you whimpered again. He was being so unfair and you wanted to cry , tears stinging your eyes from the burn of the stretch as well as the thought of not being able to finish. You knew he’d really deny you if he had to, it was something he was ruthless about whenever he punished you, but right now, after so long, you didn’t think you could handle it, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering, part from how emotional you were getting, and how full you felt, his dick buried so deep inside of you while standing forcing you onto the tip of your toes. The most fucked up part of this was that Naruto knew just what he was doing to you and what effect his words had, leaning down to whispers in your ear, “Uh uh, don’t whine about it now. After the way you treated me earlier on today, you definitely don’t deserve to cum anyways right?”, he asked, wrapping an arm around you to keep you steady as he pulled halfway out of you only to slam himself all the way back inside of you, biting his lips to muffle his own noises over how you squeezed him like a glove, slowly pulling out of you only to slam himself deeply inside again, moving slowly as he fucked you. You couldn’t respond even if his hand wasnt covering your mouth, shaking your head no as you whimpered and moaned into his hand. You could feel every inch of him massaging your walls and everytime he hit that spot deep inside of you, you felt a shock of pleasure so intense that your thighs began to shake and you felt your tummy tighten, your entire body trembling to accommodate the pleasure. “But you know you feel so good though, I dont think I have it in me to stop”, he moaned, picking up the pace, lifting your feet off the floor with every mind numbing thrust. “Shhhiit baby, how can I deny you after so long, of course you deserve to cum”, he said, and hearing his raspy, deep voice in your ear along with his hard thrusts left you shaking uncontrollably, screaming into his palm as you came hard, Naruto easily holding all your weight with his single arm, not waiting for you to finish as he continued fucking you at a steady pace, ignoring your desperate cries, your climax dripping down his balls and your thighs as it let loose, creating a small puddle between his and yours. It was now his turn to shut his eyes, biting down hard on your neck to muffle his own noises as you clenched every inch of him, your pussy forcing him to cum, Naruto grunting loudly as he unloaded deep inside of you, falling forward with you against the lockers, causing a loud bang as you threatened to suck him dry. He gave you all he had, emptying himself inside of you without worry, knowing that you were already on birth control. He finally left go of your neck, having left a nasty mark that you’d probably have to get treated soon after this. Naruto stayed glued to you, breathing heavily with you as you both shivered, his hand still covering your mouth as you both recovered. He knew it would take a little longer for you, opting to remain lying against your back with your chest pressed on the surface of the lockers.

Suddenly, he heard the door rattle, looking over his shoulder to see it twisting, a few loud knocks making his eyes widen. “Shiiiiitt!!!”, he said, but you were still so tight around him, he wasn’t sure if he could pull out so soon. “Naruto!”, you whispered beneath him, still shivering and panting despite the person on the other end trying to come in. Your heart was beating just as fast as it was when you came and you could feel Naruto’s pounding against your back. He was grateful for locking the door earlier on, hoping that if the two of you stayed quiet enough, the person at the door would just go away, but he was wrong. “I know you’re in there, get the fuck out now!”, yelled the voice of the man. “Shit, is that Kiba- kun?”, you suspected, hearing the loud sniffs of a dog below the door. “Naruto, y/n, what the fuck are yall doing in there!”, he yelled. “Fuck, if he knows its us hen he probably knows what we’re doing in here”, Naruto whispered, “Y/n, you’ve gotta fucking let go of me”, he said, but your vagina didn’t budge. “I can’t”, you replied, your eyes wide in fear, wondering just why something like this would happen to you right now of all times. “Fuck, we gotta get out of hear”, he said, lifting you up as he stood straight. A shadow clone suddenly popping up beside the two of you and you wondered just where he found the strength to summon one, watching him pull up Naruto’s pants behind him, before he came around to pull up yours as best as he could, just as frantic as the two of you were. Your shorts didn’t make it past your butt, but Naruto could at least cover his, since a dick wasn’t rammed up behind him. The clone quickly gathered his jacket on the floor, using it to wipe up the puddle from your love making infront of you.

The door cracked open as Kiba shoved his way in, but he was surprised to see no one hiding in the closet, only smelling the strong scent of the two of you and if he wasn’t mistaken, sex, looking down to see Akamaru sniffing a particular spot on the floor. Kiba couldn’t believe it, or at least his brain refused to accept the fact that you and Naruto were actually fucking in the storage room in the fucking hallway of the hokage mansion. There was just no way that made sense and for a moment, he doubted his own nose, turning around to walk out the room, looking down at the floor in shock and disbelief as he walked down the hallway. “Was it a ghost?”, Shino asked when he saw the look on Kiba’s face. Kiba looked up at Shino, not sure exactly what to tell him.

You and Naruto made it out of there in the nick of time, finding yourselfs in the bedroom of his apartment. If it was not for Naruto’s freakish stamina, he wouldn’t of been able to teleport the two of you back to his place. “That was close”, he sighed, chuckling behind you, still stuck inside of you. Kiba had scared you back to your senses and you found Naruto’s light taking of the situation awfully irritating. “Oh my gosh! Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea to do this in there huh? Why couldn’t you just bring us here instead!”, you said, forcing Naruto to keep up with you as you walked over to the bed, noticing the sunsetting from the tall window on the opposite side of the bed. “What?”, Naruto asked, finding your irritation amusing, as he lifted you up to sit down with you in the bed, scooting upwards until he was able to prop himself against the pillows. “I wasn’t too sure if you’d be able to wait that long”, he teased, and you felt yourself heating up with embarrassment, remembering just how horny you were before this. “Now I’m stuck here with you”, you sighed, your heart skipping a beat when you remembered why you were stuck to him to begin with. “What are we gonna do about this?”, you asked worriedly, awkwardly shifting in his lap to feel if you were finally lose enough to have him pull out, but it still didn’t work, Naruto placing his hands on you waist and pulling you back towards him, making you fall against his chest, his arms a wrapping around you as he snuggled his face into your neck. “First of all, you need to calm down, i think we will be fine if we just relax a little”, he said reassuringly, and as much as you wanted to argue with him, you realised that you really had no reason to. He was right after all and his body felt so good behind you. You suddenly felt exhausted as you leaned all your weight back into him, Naruto running his hand along your tummy. “I’m so tired”, you said, Naruto lifting up his knees to grab your shorts, lifting them down your thighs and past your knees. You kicked your shoes off, your shorts following soon after and you felt a little more comfortable, Naruto tugging down on his own pants beneath you. “Why don’t you just relax and take a nap if you want to? I promise I’ll take you home as soon as we’re able to separate”, he said, holding you tight against him as he flipped y’all over to the side. The thought of being away from him again made you feel sad. You wanted spend the entire night with him and wake up in his arms tomorrow, but a small voice in your head ridiculed the idea and you closed your eyes, hoping that this would all make sense one day.

Dirty Angry Horny

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto fanfiction #naruto x reader #uzumaki Naruto imagines

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S/o making the naruto men watch baddies 😭🙏🏽

lol baddies the show with the girls that fight each other?

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🩷Commission for @kmei86 🩷

Short Story

Words: 16601 k

Featuring Uchiha Itachi 🎀

Warnings: 18+, angst, mentions of drugging, nsfw, violence, explicit sexual scenes

Summary: Reader has married a Shinobi in secret and the two have planned to run away together to live their lives out happily, far away from disapproving parents, who have arranged for her to be married to someone they deem worthy enough. As they’re eloping, readers husband is murdered and reader catches the murderer. She finds herself back at the village against her will and is to get married sooner than expected. She is shocked to find out the man who murdered her husband is the man she will marry and has to figure out what her next move will be.

The night was warm. You always appreciated warm nights, but tonight it went unnoticed as you hurried along the path that led to the gates of Konoha. Tonight was the fireworks festival, and the grand final was about to begin in only a few minutes. You didn’t want to be late, fighting back tears, afraid that you’d miss the beautiful display of fireworks with your lover Isamu. You wanted nothing more than to be in his arms as soon as they went off, and for him to look you in the eyes, and kiss you. Normally, you would have blushed at the thought, but you were too distracted, already upset after sneaking away from your parents, who strongly disapproved of your love for your childhood friend and quickly dismissed any ideas of you marrying him, let alone being around him. He was waiting for you at the treehouse the two of you built as children about a mile out from the village. A secret spot only the two of you knew of, hidden behind a mass of fallen trees and moss covered rocks. Days before the festival, he told you he would wait for you in this secluded area, where the two of you would enjoy the fireworks together, away from the judgemental eyes of the villagers, who also disapproved of the two of you being together.

You finally made it past the gates. Thankful to the guards who were on shift for letting you pass by without reporting it to your parents. They had no problem with you wanting to be with Isamu and only hoped for the best between the two of you. They knew that your parents did not approve of this relationship, but because they had grown up with you, they thought the two of you made a wonderful couple, and like a few others, didn’t quite care about what your parents thought. You finally made it halfway, running as fast as you could when you heard the fireworks quite down, knowing the grand final was about to happen. You would absolutely hate to miss this moment. Regardless of what would happen in the future, it would be a special moment that the two of you would cherish for a lifetime. Finally making it to the giant tree behind the covering, you looked up to see Isamu standing beside the ladder that led up to the treehouse. “Come quick”, he said, a big smile gracing his handsome face as he reached his hand out to you. Despite your troubles, seeing him smile eased your mind and you smiled back at him. He looked strikingly handsome in his pale blue yukata, you thought as you quickly approached him, placing your hand in his to help you up the tree. Just as the fireworks went off, Isamu climbed into the treehouse after you and you shifted so he could sit beside you, the two of you admiring the beautiful display from the lovely view you had hidden high up in one of the trees outside the village. “I can never get over how exciting the fireworks are”, Isamu quietly spoke and you turned your head to face him. He looked into your eyes and held them and even though you thought they were absolutely gorgeous, you couldn’t resist jumping on him for a hug. He laughed loudly, adjusting you to sit on his lap as he held you tight, and you had never felt safer, snuggling into him to inhale his addictive scent. You weren’t sure when you’d be able to see him like this again.

It was moments like this when you wished you could also be a Shinobi. You always thought that would help you spend more time with him. Your parents were the leaders of one of the strongest clans in the village and being the only child was miserable. You. Therefore, your entire life had been dedicated to being the perfect lady so you could eventually be married off to a ninja from another strong clan, for the purpose of maintaining your families status and birthing strong children to enrich the clan. What was the point of your inheritance of the byakugan if you were never allowed to actually use it. You even envied your closest friends, who by the age of 14, were leading jonin ninjas and were now considered Konohas special weapons. Your lover was not as popular as your friends were, and you respected him for his own abilities. He was also from the Uchiha clan, another one of the strongest clans in the village, but your parents didn’t care, because his family wasn’t as rich as yours, or held any important titles outside of being from the clan. “I missed you more than words can explain, '' you said as you clung to him. He chuckled, “I think I missed you more”. You parted from him for a moment, your cheeks warming up as he looked at you. “You’re so pretty. Maybe I don’t really deserve you”, he joked and you held his face in your hands. “Don’t say that!”, you scolded him, and without thinking, you pressed your lips against his. He was shocked for just a moment, smiling into the kiss, absolutely enjoying how soft and gentle they felt against his, disappointed when you pulled back. “I’m sorry”, you blushed, covering your face in the palms of your hands. This was the first kiss the two of you shared and you ruined it by throwing yourself at him like that. You felt ashamed, even though you liked it a lot. “Hey”, Isamu said, pulling your wrist away so he could see your face. “Please don’t apologise, that was amazing. I’d rate it a 7 out of ten”, he joked and you were now offended. “Hey!”, you said, lightly smacking him on the shoulder. “What? I could give you the extra points for another one”, he smiled, making you smile too. This time, he leaned in to kiss you, and at this point you’d long forgotten about the fireworks behind you, pulling back again for a breath but he only leaned forward, grabbing your wrist to keep you from ending it so quickly. You moaned into the kiss and he finally broke it, slightly out of breath, the two of you panting as you stared in one another’s eyes. Tonight was truly special and you spent the rest of the evening with him in the tree, falling asleep in his arms.

You woke up in your own bed, disappointed to no longer be in your lover's arms. Sitting up, your heart ached. You remembered him telling you that he would be going on a mission for the next two weeks, but once he returned, the two of you would meet in the treehouse again, at exactly three pm in the afternoon. You sighed aloud, getting out of bed to get ready for the day, not looking forward to seeing your parents. You already knew your mother would be giving you judgmental stares as soon as you walked out of your room for sneaking away from them last night and your father would probably scold you like he always did when you didn’t behave like a programmed robot. You were truly miserable in your own home and only felt truly safe and happy when you spent time with Isamu. You could only reminisce on the night of the fireworks to help get you through the next couple of days. Ever since you had become aware of your feelings towards Isamu a year ago, everyday became more of a challenge. You were quickly becoming more and more aware of how unhappy you were with your life and where it was going in the hands of your parents. The fine dining, expensive clothing and other privileges you had under your parents' care meant nothing to you at this point. Riches and status were never worth the deep and painful emptiness you felt when you were away from your lover. It was on the fifteenth day, the day you had planned to meet Isamu by the tree that you had truly lost all hope. Your mother woke you up earlier than usual, and without explaining a thing, she rushed you into getting ready. Two helpers who had been taking care of you since you were a child helping you get dressed into a kimono. Maybe if you weren’t so tired and irritated, you would’ve seen how beautiful the kimono actually was. One of the ladies who helped you into your kimono was usually friendly and gentle with you since you were a child. She was the only person at home who was supportive of your love for Isamu and was also the one who gave you the confidence to admit your feelings to him. Mikoto was her name. She whispered in your ear while she did your hair, “I believe they’ve found a husband for you. The leaders of the Uchiha clan are waiting for you in the living room”. You froze for a second, your heart dropping to your tummy. You couldn’t marry anyone who wasn’t Isamu. You would absolutely refuse. “Maybe it could be Isamu '', you replied, a thick lump quickly growing in your throat. Mikoto only shook her head, a look of concern decorating her face, “I didn’t see his family there”. This couldn’t be happening. Your parents were trying to ruin your life. You thanked her for the tip and gave her a quick hug once you were all done.

Your mother waited for you on one of the sofas in your room, standing up to admire you once you were ready. She was undoubtedly beautiful, and even more stunning when she smiled, at least that’s what everyone else thought, but you just couldn’t see that beauty, only an ugly, evil hearted witch. You only got to see her smile on rare occasions and you had come to learn earlier on as a child that her smile meant you were pleasing her. “Oh you look beautiful dear”, she said, taking a few steps to you to make a few adjustments on your hair. “Mother, I already told you about Isamu, you know that he’s the only man I love”, you replied, your heart pounding from fear and uncertainty. “Listen to me”, your mother spat, her smile quickly replaced by that familiar frown she usually wore when you spoke of Isamu. “I never want to hear you speak of that boy ever again”. “No mother I love him!”, you argued, earning a hot smack across your face. Your ear rang and your cheek stung as you placed your hand where she smacked you, slowly straightening up to look at her. You weren’t shocked that she would still smack you even at your current age. “You have no idea what your father and I went through to organise this. If you mess this up everyone will talk about it and you will be the laughing stock of the village on your own, because I will not have you stay in my house and ruin the image that your father and his father worked all their lives to maintain, do you understand!”, she yelled. You couldn’t fight back the tears flooding your eyes. “Don’t cry. We don’t have time to fix your makeup again. The Uchiha heads have been patiently waiting in the living room, let's go now”. The two of you walked across the yard on the way to the living room in silence , your mother a few steps ahead of you until you reached the room. Too many thoughts raced through your head. You needed to run away. There was no way you could marry a stranger. It just wasn’t right. Misery would kill you if you did. What if he would treat you like your father treated your mother. You would rather die than live a life like hers.

After what felt like hours, the meeting had finally ended. Your soon to be husband couldn’t attend since he was away on a mission. The Uchiha clan seemed to love you though and thought you’d make an excellent bride for the head's son. Your parents couldn't hide their pride and you wanted to throw up all over them. You had learned that he was some kind of higher ranked special ninja, who was assigned to be the Hokages bodyguard. You almost laughed out loud. You thought it was ridiculous that the hokage needed a bodyguard, but apparently he only had two of those and they were specifically handpicked by the Hokages themselves. They usually were assigned missions that even the special Anbu forces couldn’t handle and always worked alone. Isamu was Anbu and you thought he was invincible, how strong exactly was this person? You didn’t care to know who he was anyway. His ranking alone made him sound like a monster. Isamu was strong, handsome and had a kind heart. He was more than enough for you. You sat in your bedroom feeling angry and hopeless, emotions that had become your everyday emotions whenever you were at home. You snapped your head at the clock. “Shit!”. It was already five pm. Your heart dropped for the tenth time since this morning. As soon as all the visitors had left, you silently snuck out of your room and jumped over the wall in the backyard, something you were a pro at now, with tears on the verge of falling down your cheeks as you tried to keep your cool walking as fast as you could towards the gates. You were lucky to see your friends on guarding duty and were able to leave without being reported. As soon as you passed the gates you began running as fast as you could, allowing yourself to cry. You were worried about Isamu. You failed to meet him at the time you had both agreed on. You thought about how disappointed he probably felt as you rushed to the treehouse. With shaky hands, you took hold of the ladder and began climbing, sniffling and hiccuping as you made your way to the top. Unexpectedly, someone grabbed your wrist and you nearly had a heart attack, looking up to see Isamu. He gently pulled you up, wrapping his arms tightly around you as soon as he sat you in his lap. “Isamu”, you cried, relieved that he was still here. “Shh, calm down sweetheart”, he spoke, rubbing your back as he rocked you back and forth.

Thoughts of what could’ve happened raced through his mind as you cried on his shoulder. The last time he saw you cry like this was back when you two were only twelve and your parents refused to let you take the chunin exams. You cried all day until the sunset and he squeezed you as he let the memory play out in his head. “I’m not going back there!”, you said, your words muffled in his shoulder. Isamu was even more confused. “Why, what happened?”, he asked. You leaned back into his arm to look up at him, your eyes red, glistening with tears that drench your cheeks. He stared at you in awe, inwardly voicing to protect you even if it was with his life. “They w-went behind my back and arranged a m-marriage for me!”, you hiccuped, crying even more when you said it out loud. Isamu’s heart dropped. He looked away from you for a second, his eyebrows furrowing in anger. He knew your parents could be nasty, but this was just cruel. “I’m only going to m-marry you Isamu”, you said, his head turning to face you again. He began to gently wipe away the tears on your cheeks, remembering a kind elderly woman who he had met about three days away on the mission he had just returned from. He had saved her life and decided to treat him to a warm and hearty dinner in her cosy home on a large plot of land. She told him that all the other small cottages on the farm were also hers and some of them were empty. “Please feel free to stay here on my farm if you ever need to”, she told him. You wondered what he was thinking when you saw him smile somberly, worried that he would reject you now. “Let's run away then”, he suggested. For the first time in a while, you felt hopeful, your heart leaping as you sat up straight. You quickly nodded your head in agreement, “Where will we go?”, you asked. “There’s a village that’s a little far from here…”, he began and you listened intently, “…it will take us three days to get there. We could change our names and we will definitely be able to get married once we get there”. You couldn’t believe your ears. Was this really happening? “Okay!”, you agreed, wiping away the rest of your tears with the sleeves of your kimono. “But we have to go now, I can’t go back there please, I’m worried that I might not see you again. Clearly my parents are capable of anything”, you begged. “Okay, sweetheart, we don’t have to go back in there. But I did travel all day today, how about I get us some food and we can spend the night here before we start travelling?”. You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around him to hug him tightly.

The next day came too quick, you just wanted to be his wife already. You were confident that you wouldn’t need to take any breaks and Isamu thought it was insanely cute and funny for you to think you could even last through today. He checked in on whether you needed a break every few hours and was impressed with your stamina. You kept up with him well for fifteen hours, walking through the thick forest and jumping across tree trunks before you started slowing down. Your timing was perfect though. The two of you had already made it to the outskirts of Konohagakure and Isamu had enough money to buy you some dinner and dessert at the only restaurant on a farm with a hotel and guest houses for travellers to rest. The food was delicious, but you struggled to finish it as anxiety helped fill the rest of your tummy. Isamu noticed and encouraged you to eat more since there was still a bit of travelling to do, which helped you get halfway through your dish, but you couldn't go further than that. He was understanding and made a mental note to buy extra snacks before you two took off the next morning, finishing up the rest for you. He was a ninja, and had made an involuntary habit of prioritising his survival over his feelings. You both sat down and conversed for a few minutes about the future, which made you smile a lot and made Isamu smile too. The owner of the restaurant slowly approached your table, a middle aged man with a warm and friendly smile on his face. “I hoped the two of you enjoyed your meal”, he said and you nodded, “It was delicious thank you”, you smiled, Isamu staring at you. The man noticed. Isamu was a regular at his restaurant and was shocked to see him having dinner with a woman like you. “What could a beautiful young lady like you be doing with such a rough looking ninja?”, he asked. You turned to look at Isamu who immediately turned to look over at the man. “Don’t tell me he’s your husband”, he said. You couldn't help but giggle at the bewilderment on Isamu’s face. “Soon to be”, you said, “We’re going to get married soon”. “You love him that much ehh?”, he teased and you giggled again, Isamu rolling his eyes at the mans questions, finding them to be rather annoying. “Well I am a marriage officer, so please do consider reaching out to me when the day comes”. Isamu’s eyes widened and he turned to look at you, your eyes big and hopeful. “Isuma!”, you exclaimed. He chuckled over your excitement. He also could not wait a minute longer to marry you. You were just too adorable.

Three hours later, the two of you were officially husband and wife. You got married in your dirty attires in the restaurant, the man’s family acting as witnesses. You took a sip of the wine the family gave you and Isamu as a wedding gift in your little hotel room. It was bitter and dry. You placed your glass on the little table a few feet away from the door, turning around to wrap your arms around your husband. “You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me you know”, he confessed, leaning in close to kiss you. You suddenly remembered how good his lips felt against yours, his hands on your lower back holding you close to him as he deepened the kiss. You felt something poking your tummy and despite your innocence you were no fool, you knew exactly what it was, feeling a dull ache between your legs as he pressed himself further into you, sucking and biting your lips as though they would melt away. You grew hot, your body tingled where he held you, gasping when you felt his warm tongue penetrate your mouth. At first you didn’t didn’t know what to make of it, opening your eyes to see that his were still closed. You closed your eyes too, and tried to go with the flow, realising how much you loved it being in your mouth. Getting ahead of yourself, you began sucking it, softly moaning over how delicious his tongue felt and tasted against yours. You never imagined that you’d enjoy something like this, but you felt hot and your vagina ached even more as your tongues wrestled. You never wanted this to end, you wanted to kiss him forever. It didn’t feel wrong at all, just a little taboo and you loved every second of it. He finally broke the kiss, and you were both breathless. “Why did you stop”, you breathed and he smacked your butt hard. You gasped, looking at him in shock. It stung where he smacked you, his eyes dark, holding a predatory look in them that made you feel a little nervous. You swallowed, the atmosphere in the small room you were in took a turn and you felt like you needed a breath of fresh air. “If we keep this going I don’t know if I’d be able to stop myself”, he said, planting kisses on your jawline, moving down to your neck. You felt a forbidden excitement bubbling up deep inside of you and you were curious as to what Isamu would do to you. You always played this scenario out in your head before bed and it was finally going to happen. “It’s okay, I think I’ll love whatever you do to me”, you said, whimpering when he grabbed your ass with both his hands. He was rough and you couldn't hold back the moans you let out as he sucked and nipped at your neck.

You felt like he was literally devouring you. His teeth hurt against your neck as he bruised your skin before his warm tongue licked the same spot, soothing the sting. You moaned out of fear, shock and pleasure as he went on, lifting up the cotton pyjama dress you found in the chest of drawers off of you in one swift move, leaving you standing absolutely bare before him. He paused for a moment, letting your dress drop from his hands and onto the floor. You were even more ethereal standing butt naked before him than you were when you were dressed. A wave of heat washed over you as you stood there, feeling slightly nervous. He was still dressed in his pyjama pants and his undershirt and you imagined him wearing his jonin uniform, feeling your arousal dripping down the side of your inner thigh. You watched his dark eyes turn a deep red,slowly spinning as they travelled down your body to stop on the thick patch of curls covering your genitalia. “Fuck”, he said, his voice deeper than you were used to, “You’re a literal angel, how did i ever get lucky enough to have you?”. You realised you hadn’t heard him curse before and you needed to hear him curse over and over again, blushing at his praise. He grabbed you, his hands on your waist as he picked you up, turning around to gently throw you onto the bed, landing with a soft bounce. You felt his calloused hand wrap around your ankle, pulling you down the bed as he spread your legs wide apart, revealing your most intimate parts to him.You felt exposed, not sure what to think or how to feel. In the scenarios you created in your head, he did what he was about to do to you right now, but he was a bit more patient and a whole lot less aggressive. His tongue trailed along your inner thigh, licking up the arousal that leaked out of you. You heard him groan and you felt like prey. This wasn’t at all how you’d thought he’d do things, but you really liked it.

Looking up at you from in between your legs he stopped when he saw your frightened expression. It had finally dawned on him that he might have been being a little too aggressive with you. He slowly crawled up your frame immediately kissing you once he reached your face. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he shoved it in your mouth again. This is crazy, you thought, but you went with the flow anyhow. It wasn’t bad, just unusual. “Are you scared Mrs Uchiha?”, he teased, smiling down at you. You smiled back, “No, I’m not”, you squeaked, running your fingers through his thick, short hair. “I think I’m just a little too excited”, he confessed, planting kisses along your neck, trailing them down to your chest, “You see, I’ve never done this before.” His tongue traced around your areola, before latching onto your nipple, sucking it hard. You gasped in shock, arching your back in pleasure, concluding that your hunk of a hubby simply lacked gentleness. Leaving your nipple with a pop, he began kissing his way to your other boob, his hand cupping the one he had just left. “I’m really excited though…I just wanna eat you out”, he spoke, and you moaned ever so softly, making him smile before sucking your untouched nipple. When you started tugging on his hair he let go, continuing down between your legs, his glowing red eyes never leaving yours as he dug his hot tongue in between your folds in search of your clit, forcing a whimper out of you as you tried to hold eye contact. He ran circles around your throbbing bean with the tip of it, focusing on his technique as he watched your face contort, your plump lips an o shape, unleashing moans that excited him even more. He pressed it flat against you, sucking it just as rough as he did your nipple, forcing you to throw your head back onto the bed, your back arching and your sinful moans loud and desperate. He gently shook his head as he sucked on you, flicking his tongue over your exposed bean while at it, your head spiralling from how insanely good it felt.

“Isamu!”, you whimpered, heavily panting as you came closer and closer to coming, not sure what was happening, assuming this was the “orgasm” your friends spoke of, happily embracing it as you wriggled on the bed. “Mmmmhhhmmm”, he groaned, holding you still, excited to watch you cum. He continued sucking and licking, your legs now involuntarily shivering as you began to cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands gripping his hair. Isuma was extremely pleased with himself, his heart reeling over your reaction. The pleasure grew intense and you tugged on his hair, making him pull away from you. Quickly, he came up to kiss you, sharing your taste with you once again, but this time, you loved it, barely able to breathe as you struggled to kiss him back. He pulled back all too soon and you whimpered, making him chuckle. He stood up and you instantly missed his warmth and weight on you, trying to catch your breath as you watched him tug and pull down his pants. They fell to the floor and you unconsciously pressed your thighs together. You had never seen a penis before in real life and you didn’t know they could be so pretty. It was thick, a shade darker than the rest of him and the light purplish head oozed with precum, a vein running up the shaft. He placed his hand on your knee, spreading your thighs apart and you remembered that he was supposed to put it inside of you. You were genuinely nervous this time around, not knowing what to expect. “It hurts so bad omg! It’s like breaking a bone”, your friend said while you both spoke about it and you swallowed as he climbed back on you. “Hey”, his deep voice called to you, his smile easing your nerves. “I don't think it will be that bad.” It was like he read your mind, but you felt a bit better.

It did hurt for a minute or so, but he was patient with you and moved slowly but hard. You held him tightly the entire time, the unfamiliar feeling of being stuffed deeply so overwhelming. You loved him so much, confessing it to him over and over again, each thrust of his hips sending tingles down your spine, your toes curling and your breath ragged as the pleasure quickly grew intense. You’d both come together, holding each other tightly. The rest of the night went by fast,the two of you making love to each other a few more times before you called it quits, falling asleep in each other's arms until the chickens on the farm cried out.

The two of you set out once again, before dawn. Tomorrow you would finally be able to spend the rest of your life with your husband and the thought motivated you to do your best to keep up with him. Every now and then you had to remind yourself to stop thinking about the previous night. Your perception of him had completely changed, your vagina aching from the continuous flashbacks every time you caught him looking down at you. You remembered the stories your friends had shared of their own experiences with jonin and felt like they were extremely taboo and highly stereotyped, but after last night, you realised that they were not exaggerating. You felt lucky to be married to such an attractive, strong, intelligent sex machine and took pride in the compliments you remembered your friends threw at you about him. You had been travelling for seventeen hours and the sun was beginning to set, when your husband could no longer ignore this gut feeling that something was off. He stopped dead in his tracks and so did you, looking up where he was looking in confusion, nothing but two ravens flying around and a few grey clouds. You thought he was guessing it would rain soon. “What’s wr—”. Your husband cut you off with a hand in front of your mouth, picking you up faster than you could process being in his arms, taking off to the left of the trail through all the brush and foliage so fast, all you could do was hold onto him tightly. You were shocked and somewhat terrified of the stamina he still had to be able to run this fast and even knowing he was a skilled shinobi did not help you process his speed. He finally stopped, placing you down in a cave, wrapping his arms tight around you before you settled. . “Wait sweetheart what’s going on?”, you asked, your heart racing in panic. “I think they’ve come looking for you”, Isuma said, reluctantly pulling himself away from you, “What, who!”. You knew exactly what he meant, but didn’t understand it, gripping his shirt to keep him from leaving you. “Your family. They’ve sent someone for us”. You didn’t understand what he was saying. You didn’t see anyone around you, for all the miles you both travelled. How could your family have been following the two of you. “Please promise me you’ll stay here, you need to keep yourself hidden”, he said as he backed away. “No, I think you’re mistaken, I didn’t s—”. “Y/N stay”, he warned, easily cutting you off, thunder roaring loudly before you heard the light pittering of rain falling. He leaned in to kiss you and it didn’t last long enough for you to savour it at all. You wanted to cry, watching him turn his back on you, looking over his shoulder. “I love you sweetheart”. And then he was gone. This couldn't be real; you panicked , pacing back and forth through the cave. An hour had passed and then another. The sun had long set and it was pitch black inside the cave.

Your husband hadn’t returned yet, the unsettling feeling that something bad was going to happen forcing you to finally leave the cave and look for him. You had already made up your mind about everything. You would tell the people who came for you about your decision and let them know that you would leave like your mother would want. The rain fell hard as you searched the surrounding area for Isamu, calling out to him in the darkness, using the small light the full moon offered to your best ability. Now more than ever, you wished you could use your byakugan, cursing your parents who denied you of that training. “Isamu!!”, you desperately cried out, having searched for him long enough that your feet hurt, your voice was starting to crack and you were shivering. You didn’t even know where you were going, lead by the destruction of the trees and your heart. You finally stopped when you saw someone laying on the ground near a tree that looked like it had caught fire before the rain put it out. You froze, your head knew who that man was. You could tell from his clothes, but your heart passionately protested as you hurried to him. You thought your world would collapse when you looked down at him. You heard someone in the near distance, but you couldn't care about anything else. You let out a gut wrenching scream that hurt your own throat, hyperventilating over his body, your body now violently shaking as you moved on auto pilot. Your shaky hands hovering over him, crawling up his body to cup his cheek. His skin was now cold and you could barely make out his face with just the light of the moon, but as you took a closer look, empty dark pits stared back you. His eyes were missing and the shadows of the night made him look daunting. You fell back, sure that this would become a recurring nightmare for the rest of your life. You didn’t want to live, longing for death to strike you instantly. The rustling from the trees grew louder and you finally looked up towards the noise, hoping that this is where you’d find death. You saw the silhouette of a young man steadily approaching you and you attempted to stand, forcing yourself with every ounce of strength left inside of you. A moment earlier you had wanted him to kill you too, so you could meet Isamu on the other side, but when you straightened up, the man was finally close enough for you to see as lightning flashed across the sky. You knew who he was. You went to the academy together when you were still kids, but he graduated early and you only ever saw him once more when you walked with Isamu to the gates of the Uchiha quarters. He was walking out, dressed in the special Anbu uniform with a younger boy who looked just like him by his side. He acknowledged the two of you before walking off and that was the last time you’d ever seen him.

You didn’t know his name, but you remembered his face. He looked the same, but now he was dirty, his lip was busted and the rain didn’t do a good job at washing away the blood on his Anbu uniform. His hair was long and it clung to his face and neck and he wore this look of worry on his face, as though he was concerned for you, which only fueled the rage you felt towards him. It was him. He killed Isamu. Screaming once again, you forced your cold, numb hand into a fist, throwing it at him, but he grabbed your wrist. You quickly followed up with a kick, the man easily evading it. Even all the anger you had felt towards your parents didn’t compare anywhere near to how you felt in this moment. You were nowhere near as skilled as your husband was, but you still knew how to defend yourself, after all, you were a genin and Isamu didn’t mind training you when you were in the mood while the two of you spent time together in the forests outside of Konohakagure. About half an hour later, you started to feel weak and dizzy, the man in front of you splitting into two every now and then. Two red orbs glowed in the darkness and you had to squint your eyes to make them out, the rain blurring your vision more than it already was. “Why are you doing this? '', you asked, your horse voice barely above a whisper, no longer possessing the strength to scream. “Go to sleep”, he replied, his eyes glowing brighter in the darkness of the night as they spun in slow circles, hypnotising you for only a few seconds before you found yourself feeling extremely fatigued under a large oak tree, barely able to keep your eyes open. The sky was red and the tree was black. You didn’t want to think too much about anything, giving into your slumber.

When you woke up in the morning, your entire body ached even in places you didn’t think possible. You felt extremely heavy that evening that even trying to open your eyes was a mission. Only managing to open them halfway, you attempted to sit up, struggling as you fought your extreme muscle fatigue. What happened, you thought to yourself. “Y/N dear, you’re awake”, you heard, slowly turning your head to see your mother sitting on a cushion not too far from your bed. “Mother?’, you whispered, lacking the strength to even speak. You thought you had perhaps been drugged, your eyes searching the room. It appeared to be nighttime, or so you thought. The bed you sat in had four pillars, draped with gorgeous red curtains patterned with dark yellow paisley. You felt someone’s hand on you, gently pushing you back down, adjusting the pillows behind you. It was your mom. “Mother, something’s wrong”, you said, your forehead now glistening with sweat as you weakly resisted. “Hush now dear, you’ll be fine. All you need to worry about is resting.”

You had woken up again, still weak but you could move now, sitting up straight. The room was dark. You knocked many things over and stubbed your toes a few times as you navigated the darkness, trying to find your way out. You weren’t quite sure where you were and even though you tried as hard as you could, you couldn't remember anything. You were aware of this bit at least, but felt yourself panicking, jumping to all kinds of conclusions. Have I been kidnapped? Am I being held hostage? What’s going on! You spiralled for a few more minutes, breathing heavily with panic when the lights suddenly turned on, blinding you for a second, forcing you to squint as you adjusted to the brightness. “Oh my Miss Hyga, you’re finally awake”, a beautiful young lady, dressed in maid attire stood near a yellow lamp that was nearly one head taller than her. “Please sit down”, she said, rushing towards you to help you sit back in the bed, which was surprisingly only a few feet away from you. “I’ll bring you some green tea and freshly baked cookies. I will also let your family and in-laws know that you’re awake”. And with that, she turned around, making her way towards the door. “Wait! Where am I? What’s going on?”, you asked desperately, hoping that she might have an interest in helping you. Woman to woman. Maybe she wasn’t aware of your disorientation. “Miss Hyga, you’re currently staying in the home of your fiancé’s parents, in the Uchiha residence. He’s not home at the moment though, he had some urgent business to attend to, but he will be returning to you later”, she explained, politely bowing before you, turning around and leaving. You sat in silence for the next few hours, getting up and walking around the room to think, desperately trying to remember anything, feeling defeated when you still could not. The door opened and you turned your head in the direction.

Your mother stood at the entrance, a smile on her face as she stepped in, sliding the door shut behind her. “Oh dear”, she said, walking towards you, “You’ve gained your strength back, good.” She placed her hand on your shoulder, tugging you towards her to embrace you in a warm hug. Your mother was the only thing that made sense at the moment, but you could not bring yourself to wrap your arms around her too, catching a whiff of her strong perfume that you remembered clearly hating. “Dear”, she spoke as she rubbed your back, “I am so proud of you. You will be a wife tonight! Not just any wife though, you’ll be the most important wife in the village, even more important than me!”, she chuckled, pulling away from you, you fake smiled, unable to hold eye contact. Folding her arms, she turned around, making her way to the door. “Well, I will have a few ladies come in and help you get ready, Uchiha Itachi will be home tonight and we will begin the wedding ceremony”. She was gone as soon as she finished talking. So Uchiha Itachi was going to be your husband. The name sounded familiar. You remembered your friends squealing over him and people referring to him as a legend, then you remembered the meeting you had at home, the one your mother had dragged you into. Your heart skipped a beat as you grew excited that your memory was returning. You remembered the things they had said about him during the meeting. He had to be a monster. He worked directly under the Hokage as his bodyguard and worked alone on missions even the Anbu could not handle. You also remembered feeling extremely heartbroken, but that’s where it stopped. You couldn't remember why you were miserable that day, your heart aching with sadness and then you remembered your marriage had been arranged. Was that the reason as to why you were sad? You didn’t want to cry, the sound of the door opening distracting you from your thoughts as the ladies your mom mentioned came rushing in. Three of them.

You cried the entire time they were getting you ready, feeling hopeless and anxious. Even though you didn’t remember why you felt this way, you knew it was for an important reason, upset that your brain was failing you. The ladies decided against doing you make up since you couldn’t stop the flow of tears running down your cheeks. They didn’t ask questions, but they could tell that you were unhappy. As you waited for your mother to collect you, you heard the girls gossiping as they tidied up. “Why is she being such a brat, she’s marrying Itachi for goodness sake!”, “Hey, don't say that, you don’t know why she was crying anyway.” “Well then what do you think?” “I don't know… maybe she loves someone else.” You froze, remembering something, closing your eyes to focus, but your mother had arrived. “You ready dear?”, she asked, “ I’m marrying a stranger” you replied, your mother sighing loudly, rolling her eyes before turning her back on you. “Stop your nonsense Y/N. Let's go now, he is waiting for you”. You followed her out the bedroom that you had been cooped up in for god knows how long.

Without a doubt, the venue was beautiful, cherry blossoms covering the ground you walked on as your mother walked you towards your father, who sat beside the head of the Uchiha clan alongside other important people.Where did these people find cherry blossoms in the middle of summer? He reached his hand out to you, your mother handing you over to him to continue walking you down the pink path. You kept your head down as much as you could, afraid that everyone would see you crying. You didn’t know who these people gathered here were, hell you were still trying to remember who the hell Itachi was, your father stopping, placing his hand on your back to push you forward. You finally looked up, confused to see a young man who seemed to be more or less your age reaching a hand out to you. He had big, beautiful eyes and long black hair that draped his broad shoulders. He looked just as confused as you did and the two of you just stared at one another for a moment. You recognized him from somewhere. The entire ceremony went by as you tried to figure out where you knew him. It wasn’t just the academy no. It was not when he would walk passed with a younger child beside him as you walked Isamu back home. Your head snapped up, the last guest leaving, giving you their gift and wishing you the best before it got quiet. All the memories came flooding back, your head pounding as you turned to face Itachi, who looked at you with soft concern. “It was you”, you whispered, your throat dry and your knees weak, your head spinning in circles as you began to remember.

I’m upset because he killed Isamu. Isamu was the man that I loved. We were supposed to get married on a farm far away to escape this arranged bullshit. No wait, we did get married, Isamu was my husband, not just my lover. We made love and the following night this man…Itachi…You screamed, turning around to run from him, but the realisation proved to be too much for you to handle all at once, the house you had intended to run into now spinning around you. Losing your balance, Itachi appeared right behind you, catching you in his arms. He too was also forced to do this. This marriage was set up for him like it was for you, but he didn’t mind going through with it. If it was to enrich the Uchiha bloodline and increase its status, he would gladly do it. He never had the time to fall in love anyhow, so settling for an arrangement was not a difficult agreement for him. He valued his clan and would do anything for it. Ever since he was just a young child, he always obeyed the clan and the village elders. His life was simple. His job was easy. He also kept in mind that they would attempt to kill him if he ever disobeyed. He wasn’t crazy about life, but he also wasn’t ready to die. He recognized you from the night he had placed you under genjutsu, and was just as shocked as you were to see that the wife they had arranged for him was you. He guessed that you were upset with him for killing that man you tried to fight him about. This is so fucked up, he thought to himself, placing a cold, damp cloth one of the helpers who were tidying up the garden brougt him on your forehead. “Shit”, he said, mumbling a few other curses as he scooped you up in his arms, hurriedly walking you inside the house, placing you down on the couch in the living room. He laid you down carefully, rushing to the kitchen to make some tea, adding a few herbs in it, grabbing an ice pack from the freezer on his way out. When he came back, you were sitting up, struggling to unwrap your kimono. “Y/N”, he called as he approached you. You looked over at him, tears welling in your eyes as he kneeled down beside you, placing the tea and ice pack on the table behind him before turning to face you.

“May I please help you with that”, he spoke, softly smiling at you. He didn’t look like a terrible person, neither did he sound like one. If you didn’t hear all that crap about him, you would’ve probably thought he was a sweetheart. His smile made you feel safe, he was handsome and his features were soft. He looked nothing like he did the night he killed Isamu and for a second you wondered if you perhaps had him mistaken. Your tears fell down your cheeks and you shook your head, confusion on top of your heartbreak fueling an anger that rose inside of you. You were angry with your parents for denying you true love and happiness. You were angry at Itachi for killing Isamu and you were angry for not experiencing your happy ending. “What’s the matter?’, he asked, and you hated hearing his voice, which was gentle and kind. Without thinking you raised your foot to kick him in the chest, but he caught the heel of your foot, without moving much. You stared at him, his face was still sympathetic which pissed you off. He was supposed to be cruel, terrible, like you made him out to be in your head, and the fact that he wasn’t, slowly placing your foot back down on the rug, made you feel awful. “Please, tell me why you’re crying”. “Leave me alone!”, you screamed, standing up and stomping away, not a clue as to where you were going. You just wanted to be away from him, but he followed you. To say that this marriage was starting off on the wrong foot would be under exaggerating to say the least and this is not the way he wanted it to be. Isamu clearly had something to do with this. Was he your lover perhaps? He wondered.

“Wait please”, he said, grabbing your arm before you reached the passage. You struggled in his arms, screaming at him to get off of you as you pushed and punched at him. He took every single throw you had in you, refusing to let go of you until you calmed down and told him what exactly was the problem.

“Get off of me, I hate you!”, you yelled. “Was he your friend?”, he asked, quickly letting go of you when you attempted to bite him. “No you assho-hole! He was m-my husband!”, you yelled, choking and hiccuping, sweating in the tight kimono, overstimulated and annoyed as you turned around to run, but he grabbed your arm again, pushing you against the wall. You were now caged between his arms, trapped between the wall and him. “I didn't know this, please let me explain?”, he asked. “Itachi! He was my one a-and only, that you took away from me! I love h-him not you, I could never love you!”, you spat in his face on your last breath, and his heart dropped. He needed to tell you something important, feeling anxious and hot in his own attire. You kept on pushing at his chest as he begged you to give him a chance to explain himself, apologising profusely, but you didnt wanna hear it. You didn’t care what the reason could have been. No reason could justify what he had taken from you. He realised that this wasn’t going to be resolved now. Not while you were in the midst of having a panic attack, stepping away from you to let you go. You ran when you got the chance and he didn't come after you. Maybe you just needed some time to yourself. To process that you were married to the man who had killed your husband. He dropped to his knees where you had left him, his stomach twisting like he had been punched in the gut with a rasengan. He threw up, trying to catch his breath as he began spiralling. What a fucking mess, he thought. He had done a lot for the village as well as the clan, but this was where he drew the line. Was this the village’s way of thanking him for everything he had done for them? He heaved again, but nothing came out. He was tired. This past week had just been draining. Even he was a human being, which was something he knew the clan and hokage did not care to consider. And how evil could her parents be to have lied to him the way that they did. He imagined what kind of life she lived with them if they could do something like this to her. Maybe they both had a shitty upbringing. He stood up, his heart aching and his hands shaking as he tried to keep his composure. He still had to clean up the mess he made and then dismiss the workers, hoping that tomorrow would be a little better than today.

You were breathing like a maniac in the backyard, completely unaware that you were having a panic attack as you frantically searched for an escape. You couldn't think straight and you weren't trying to. You were going to leave the village and go and live on that farm alone. That was far better than this hell your parents subjected you to. You found a small gate that seemed to lead to a path, rattling it to see if it would open, not caring about the noise you made. You cursed when it didn’t budge, beginning to climb it. It was a challenge in your kimono, but you had been wearing one for a few days now, you could do this. After what felt like ages, you finally made it to the other side, making a run for it down the path that led to the clan entrance. The clan was situated outside the gates of Konoha, so you did not have to worry about leaving the gate thankfully. You figured that you hide in the treehouse for the night and leave towards the farm where you and Isuma had gotten married before the sun would set. Your heart ached at the memory of that night. It was a small wedding, nothing like what you experienced tonight, but it was undoubtedly the best day of your life. You successfully made it past the clan entrance, feeling the first glimmer of hope. Your chest felt like your heart was an erupting volcano and your lungs were on fire, but you were too shaken up and distraught to stop running. Suddenly, you heard dogs barking loud, but you didn't think about it much, your legs refusing to come to a stop to turn around and investigate. You hoped and prayed that they were not coming for you, and the barking grew silent, your anxiety easing just a tad bit, but luck must have not ever favoured you. You heard a growl on your left, something grabbing the sleeve of your kimono on the right, before you felt something grab your untied bow behind you, dragging you down to the dirt. German shepherds had surrounded you, the one that had its jaw locked around your arm violently shaking its head and tearing your skin open, forcing you to scream out in pain as another bit your side and another your ankle. You couldn't see well in the dark, trying and failing to get them off of you, the pain of their teeth digging into your skin excruciating. The night quickly got darker, and you heard male voices approaching you, until you couldn't see a thing and then you couldn’t move.

When you opened your eyes again, you found yourself laying on a bed. You were getting tired of this. Beds were beginning to traumatise you. Waking up in one was never a good thing you noted. You could not feel your body, every inch of it completely numb. Lifting your head, you scanned the room you were in, a cool breeze blowing in through the window on your right, a small table and two chairs on opposite ends of them in the corner of the room, next to a small fridge with a bowl of fruits placed on top of it. You looked down at your body. You were covered in a white blanket up to your tummy, where you saw your arm thickly wrapped in bandages, a big blood stain seeping through. You dropped your head back down to the pillow. You were at the hospital. “Fuck me”, you whimpered, shutting your eyes tight. What did you ever do to deserve this? You just wanted to be happy. “Y/N, you’re awake”, you heard a familiar voice say, turning your head to your left, where Itachi was sitting in a chair that matched the ones in the corner of the room. “Itachi?”,you gasped, surprised to see him sitting there, still wearing his hakama from the night before and a long sleeved black shirt that accentuated his muscular frame. “Y/N, I was terrified when I was informed of what had happened, but I’m so glad that you’re okay”, he said, dragging his chair closer to your bed, gently taking your hand in his. You were sure he would scold you, but he didn’t. You began to feel bad about the way you had treated him last night. He clearly wasn’t the devil you had made up in your head, swallowing down the painful lump in your throat as tears flood your eyes. Why could he have killed Isuma then? You didn't mind him holding your hand, you were sorry for yelling at him. “Y/N, I’m really sorry that this happened. How are you feeling? Are you in any p—.”

“Why?’, you asked, interrupting him, tears falling down to your ears. “I was told that Isamu had kidnapped you. My mission was to..”, he swallowed nervously, “…kill him and rescue you.” For a moment you doubted him, thinking he was making this up to save face, but then something dawned on you. “Who sent you?”, you asked and he looked away for a second. He seemed unsure of how to answer you. “Please just tell me the truth Itachi”, you pleaded, squeezing his hand with the little strength you had. He looked over at your hand in his, noticing how smooth your skin was compared to his, covered in fresh and old scars, bruises and plasters. His chest felt heavy when he thought about telling you the truth. He could handle this kind of treatment, but why did someone like you deserve it? You ran away with your lover to marry him and live in peace. You just wanted to be happy and you were willing to sacrifice everything for it. “Itachi”, you said, his eyes landing back on yours. “Your parents”, he confessed, his eyes filled with sympathy as tears continued falling down your face, creating a stain on the pillow you lay your head on.

“What do you mean? You take orders from my parents?”, you asked. Your parents really did manage to ruin your life. They won. “They spoke to my parents…they’re also clan heads, who then went and spoke to the Hokage”, he explained. “And that was enough to convince you? You never questioned them?” Itachi saw the pain in your watery eyes, which pained him in turn. Life’s a fucking bitch, he thought. “Your mother was distraught, she was crying, on her knees before the Hokage. He had initially suggested sending out a few Anbu, since Isamu was Anbu himself, but your parents feared that you would get hurt in the process and needed someone skilled with genjustu, to reduce any chances of physical damage.” That bitch, you thought as he continued to talk. “So she went and spoke to my father, who went to speak to the Hokage”, he said. “But why would your father do that for my mother? Our clans don’t have much of a relationship, we're located on opposite ends of the village”, you asked, still confused. “Well here’s the crazy part, before you ran away with Isamu, my parents sat me down to speak to me about the future of the clan. My father praised me for my strength and said that I needed to marry someone of good genes, power and wealth, to ensure the long term success and strength of our clan. He was afraid that we would get overthrown if something happened to me, since I play a huge role in how much power we have. The only other body guard the hokage has is from the Aburame clan after all. I viewed this as another mission, so I didn’t mind them arranging a wife for me to marry. I told myself that I would do anything to make her happy, have kids and train them to be as strong as I am, so I agreed to it. A few days after this conversation, I was summoned by the Hokage, who had then explained this mission to me, your mother pleading by his side as any concerned mother would. If my father had mentioned anything to me about marrying someone from the Hyuga clan,I would’ve been a little suspicious, but I had no idea my dad had you in mind. So I carried out my mission like I always do and returned you to your parents home safely. They tha—.” You cut him off again. “You didn’t return me home safely. I was heavily drugged and in your house. I couldn’t remember anything at all Itachi and I don’t even know how long I was there for. I only regained my memory last night, after I saw your face”, you told him, hiccuping as you cried harder. Itachi used his free hand to palm your cheek, wiping away your tears and gently squeezing your hand.

“I swear on my life y/n, I did not drug you. I only put you into a genjutsu that would put you to sleep for a day and a half. That’s how long it took us to return to the village. As soon as I returned, I delivered you still asleep right into the arms of your father and then I was sent on another mission. I only found out that it would be you I would marry when you stood in front of me at the altar, please believe me. But by the way things look already, I think our parents might have played a role in drugging you with something to make you forget for a while, so you would comply until everything was official.” You were wailing now, Itachi carefully lifting you up and sitting on the bed with you to cradle you in his arms. You couldn’t resist him even if you wanted to, since you could barely feel your body. The doctors probably dosed you with good pain meds. Itachi sat with you for an hour, slowly rocking you in his arms until you managed to stop crying. You wanted everyone who did this to you dead. “I really l-loved Isamu”, you spoke barely above a whisper, resting on Itachi's chest, who lay behind you. It was validating to have Itachi sympathise with you regarding your parents. It made you feel like you weren’t crazy, that they were in fact monsters who ruined your life. “Y/N”, Itachi replied, “I understand if you hate me, you have every right to, but I don’t want you to feel miserable for the rest of your life. You deserve more.” You didn’t respond, feeling yourself falling asleep. Real sleep would be nice. No genjutsu, no drugs, no dogs ripping you apart, just genuine fatigue. Fatigue from the long nightmare you had lived these past couple days. You fell asleep there in his arms and woke up in them late in the night, the sound of crickets and nothing else somewhat comforting. You weren’t so numb anymore, lifting your head up to see Itachi fast asleep beside you, still wearing the same clothes from the night before.

Three months had passed since you were in hospital and you had rapidly healed from the dog attack. Itachi decided to buy you a house on the farm where you had married Isamu, far away from your family, who were threatened by Itachi himself to stay away from you. He would make time to visit you three times a week, bringing you whatever it was you requested and gifts that made you smile despite your depression, and would sleep beside you when you allowed him to, holding you closely when you cried to memories of Isamu. He became a reliable friend to you and made you feel safe, leaving a few crows behind to monitor your safety when he was away. During the fourth month of your life in your new home, Itachi was home more often than usual. He was concerned about your wellbeing, seeing that the nightmares you had been having of Isamu were now robbing you of sleep. Coming home three times a week was working out okay, until he noticed you spending time in bed all day. He would come home on a Monday, find you in bed and leave Tuesday morning, then when he returned on Thursday you would still be in bed, wearing the same thing you had on on Monday. You were losing weight rapidly and the food he would buy would spoil in the fridge since you wouldn’t get out of bed to eat it. You were depressed and didn’t care about anything, to a point where you lacked the strength to bathe or brush your teeth. Itachi couldn't bear to watch you suffer like this any longer, so he decided to permanently stay with you until he felt like you were getting better. He spent every night holding you during your sleep, comforting you when you had nightmares, reassuring you that he was right beside you until you found the courage to fall asleep again. When the morning came, he would leave you in bed to prepare breakfast for you, helping you sit up and feeding you. Despite all the protesting you did, he would still manage to get some food into you and when he was satisfied with how much you had eaten, he would run the shower, help you undress and carry you into it, carefully washing you clean, drying you up and getting you dressed up.

He would ask you to take walks with him through the many orchards on the farm and would pack a picnic basket so the two of you could sit under one of the trees and have lunch, which he would fight with you to eat. On days when you didn’t feel like walking, he practically forced you to, your hand engulfed by his in a tight grip as he nearly dragged you out the house and you hated him on those days, even though he would pick a few fruits from the trees and make you something with them for dessert to cheer you up. Sometimes it worked and you could forgive him, smiling at him when he served you and other times you weren’t interested. Tonight was one of those nights. You couldn’t deny how helpful Itachi had been lately. You were a mess and he was diligently putting you back together. He was not obligated to take care of you, but apart from Isamu, no one had ever cared for you like he had. You regularly felt terribly guilty for being upset with him and the mixed emotions you had for him would fuel your sadness. You stormed off to the bedroom after refusing dessert and Itachi followed you. “Why won't you leave me alone, you don’t have to be here, just go!”, you said, tears falling down your cheeks. Crying was something you were used to now. “I already told you I’m not going anywhere Y/n”, he replied, taking slow, cautious steps towards you “I don’t want you here, you’re making it harder. Just let me suffer and die please”, you cried, not knowing what you were saying as you walked backwards while he approached, until you fell onto the bed on your bottom. Itachi now stood in front of you and you refused to look up at him. He decided to take a seat beside you. “Would Isamu be happy with that?”, he softly asked and you turned your whole body towards him. The question hit you like a ton of bricks and you stared at Itachi in silence. “I didn’t know him at all, but I’m sure anyone who loves someone would want them to be happy right? Or at least healthy and safe”, he continued. Itachi’s eyes were glistening under the warm, yellow light the lamp in the room provided and you could not bring yourself to look away from them. He raised his hand to wipe away your tears. He always wiped away your tears and although his hand was rough, you loved how it felt against your skin. “Would Isamu want me anywhere near you?”, you asked, hiccuping as you spoke. Itachi swallowed, “I don’t know the answer to that, but I’m here. You’re my wife now and I’m sure he would expect me to take care of you…and make sure that you’re happy, healthy and safe”, he said. Your heart sank. He was right.

Isamu would want you to be happy. Itachi was doing everything he could for you. He truly was just trying to nurture you back to happiness. Although he killed Isamu, he didn’t do it with a spiteful heart. Your parents were the real culprits here. You shifted closer to him, burying your face on his shoulder as you broke down crying. Itachi immediately wrapping his arms around you, lifting you up to seat you on his lap as he cradled you, letting you cry your heart out. He was different from the people you had known your whole life, who had always had their own interests at heart. He was kind, funny, selfless, gentle and caring. He cared about you and it only dawned on you now, as he held you close to him. And he smelled like cherries. You remembered how you stormed off when he tried to cheer you up with the cherry pie he had back for you. He picked up a basket full of cherries from the trees in the orchard by himself, since you were too moody to assist, but he still baked you a pie. You didn’t deserve him…he reminded you of Isamu. You pulled away from his chest to look up at him and he immediately began wiping your cheeks with the palms of his hands, his thumb brushing just below your eye as he smiled at you. Only Itachi could comfort you with just a smile. “I’m sorry”, you whispered, trying to breathe. “There’s nothing you need to apolo—.” You cut him off, crashing your lips into his. It took you a minute to process what you were doing, softly sucking his lips as he followed your lead. You suddenly pulled away from him, his warm hand still cupping your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. You didn’t know what came over you, immediately opening your mouth to apologise, but he silenced you with another kiss, his lips were just as soft as you remember Isamu’s being, but unlike him, Itachi kissed you slowly. He bit your lip, tugging on it with his teeth, returning to sucking it, leading the kiss as he kept you still with the hand that still cupped your face. You felt ashamed that you wanted more, but your tongue acted on its own, begging to let you in between his lips, but to your surprise, he shoved his tongue in your mouth, wrestling yours into submission. The kiss was steady, soft moans blessing his ears as he slowly lay you down on the bed. You kissed for a few minutes before you found yourself trailing your hands down his bare arms, and then his chest. He really did remind you of Isamu and you took your time feeling him up, your moans growing needy, which didn’t go unnoticed.

He broke the kiss and the two of you were panting as you stared into each other's eyes. His eyes were beautiful and you actually enjoyed looking at them and he thought the same of your grey, cloudy orbs. Itachi felt you tugging on the hem of his shirt and he looked at you confused for a minute, quickly getting the hint. He did have experience with this in the past, but it wasn’t a pretty story and he tried his best to forget about it for a long time after it stopped. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to talk about it and hated that it bothered him for so long and hoped he’d never have to do it again, but here, with you right now, there was nothing he wanted more, immediately gripping the back of his shirt and pulling it off of him in one swift move. He looked like an angel on top of you, his long, silky smooth, black tresses draping either side of your face. You lifted up your hand to tuck some behind his ear and he leaned down to kiss you once again, before kissing a trail down your jawline and then your neck, giving you the same treatment Isamu did, but Itachi was so gentle with you. He made you feel so pretty, like a lady as he slowly tugged on your dress, silently asking for permission, without ceasing kissing your neck. Lifting your arms up, the dress was off of you in one pull and you were left in just your underwear. Itachi had been seeing you naked almost everyday for the past month, since he was the one washing you when you couldn’t do it yourself. He showered with you this morning as well, but he felt hot and nervous when he saw you in just your underwear, as though tonight would be the first time he’d see your nudity. You loved how his mouth felt on you, his hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra, biting his lips when he finally saw your breasts. Your nipples perked up with every passing second, and he couldn’t resist popping one in his mouth. You instantly moaned at the feel of his tongue circling your nip, running your fingers along his scalp as he sucked on it. His actions were slow and gentle, and he made you feel amazing, lightly grazing your nipple with his teeth, making you tremble. He was happy with your reaction, repeating his actions on your other nipple as he squeezed and kneaded your boobs all over his face. “Itachi”, you whimpered, your vagina throbbing for more attention, your hips grinding against him, a clear indication that he needed to move on.

With his head between your legs, you couldn’t stop moaning and calling his name out, Itachi’s hands gripping your thighs just below the back of your knees, keeping you spread open as he indulged in your heat, circling your clit with his tongue before shoving it deep inside of you. You’d already come two times, something you didn’t even know was possible, and you could no longer handle the agonising pleasure, shivering like a leaf as you came for the third time. Itachi was now addicted to the way you tasted, bringing his middle finger to trace circles on your entrance, slowly burying it inside of you. He easily held both your thighs down with his single arm as he continued sucking and kissing your clit, literally driving you crazy. You screamed when you felt him penetrate you, helpless to the stream of liquid you felt shoot out of you. Itachi didn’t expect you to squirt, but he was to blame for overstimulating you like this. He happily drank your fluids, still sucking on your clit while he curled and twisted his finger against your spot, your body violently shaking. You couldn’t register a thing, and Itachi was too strong for you to resist. Your moans were broken now, and you could barely get his name passed your lips, Itachi reluctantly breaking away from you. He got carried away, quickly wrapping his arms around you to comfort you, planting kisses all over your face. “Hey princess, you’re alright pretty girl”, he spoke in your ear, feeling a little guilty for overdoing it. It took you about a few minutes to calm down enough to manage to speak to him, Itachi casually planting kisses all over your face, your neck, your chest and tummy while you tried to get a hold of yourself. “That was amazing”, you whimpered, his kisses hot like coal against your sensitive body. “Welcome back princess”, he said, the new nickname making you blush. “I didn’t mean to overwhelm you like that. I’m sorry”, he said, noticing your confused expression over his apology. “Itachi I really l-loved every second, it was more than perfect”, you replied with a smile, causing him to smile in turn. “Well then I’m assuming you’d like to go on?”, he asked, softly chuckling as you nod your head. You were so cute to him. Everything about you was adorable he thought, as he stood up to remove his pants and underwear, moving quickly as he held eye contact. He wanted nothing more than to protect and love you. You deserved the world. You kept your eyes on him as he stripped, biting your lip at the sight of his manhood.

Isamu was thick, you could clearly remember that it took a lot of prep to get him to finally penetrate you, but Itachi was thicker. There were two thick veins running up his shaft that stood tall as it twitched against his tummy. You swallowed, feeling slightly intimidated, yet you were eager to have him inside of you. He slowly got on top of you, grabbing his shaft in his hand to rub the fat head along your vulva, watching you bite your lip and softly whimper as his dick massaged you so well. His lips were so close to yours and you tried to lift your head to kiss him, but he purposefully pulled back. You tried again, but he pulled back again and you whined, gasping loudly as he buried just the tip inside of you. He pulled out. You were tighter than he expected, despite all that prep and he realised this would be a bit of a squeeze for him. “You okay?”, he asked and you nodded in response, trying to kiss him one more time but he still pulled back. “Ita— aahhhhh!”, you wanted to whine over him teasing you, but he buried himself halfway inside of you, forcing you to softly scream. He smiled at your reaction, slowly burying himself deeper, his eyes never leaving yours as you screamed with every inch, your hand on his tummy which did nothing as he went deeper, groaning in your face over how amazing you felt, your vagina hugging him tightly as he stretched you open, your walls accommodating his entire length. You couldn’t stop moaning, in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he moved his hips in circles, his dick so deep inside of you, you wondered if you’d be able to handle this. “Are you ready love?’, he asked and you nodded. He moved his hips slowly, pulling out only halfway before diving in again, focusing on your sexy facial expressions to make sure he wasn’t hurting you, his face inches from yours as you screamed with every thrust. He was so big, and he fucked you slowly, making you feel every inch. You could feel him going in deeper with every thrust, clawing at his back as you felt the pleasure quickly starting to take over, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your toes curling. Itachi felt you clenching him, surprised that you would come so soon, softly moaning with you, going in as deep as he could and holding it there. Your screams turned into long, gut wrenching cries as you came, Itachi grinding his hips in circles to prolong your orgasm, cursing beneath your screams as he enjoyed how your vagina clenched and sucked on him, begging him to come, but he was nowhere near ready to end this here.

Your orgasm seemed never ending and Itachi was running out of patience, opting to keep this moving. He pulled all the way out of you, unintentionally slamming his entire length back inside, but he couldn’t stop, ignoring your screams and cries of his name as he repeated the action, but only pulling half way out, slamming himself into you hard. He was making you see stars and you were struggling to breathe as he fucked you hard and slow, only thrusting into you a few more times before you squirted hard. You never failed to surprise him, making a mess all over him and he made a mental note to make it up to you tomorrow, because right now, he no longer possessed the will to slow down and knew he was going to absolutely wreck you. He couldn’t get enough of you, making love to you for the next hour and half until he just couldn't get himself back up again. You fell asleep in each other's arms, and you slept peacefully throughout the night. You hadn’t slept like this since you were in Isamu’s arms.

The next morning, Itachi woke up first. It was ten am in the morning and he was shocked that he’d managed to sleep that long, feeling a strange feeling he found that he really liked when he saw you clinging to him, still fast asleep and snuggled by his side. It was just beginning to rain and he thought he felt his tummy rumbling. He thought of making breakfast for the two of you, separating you from him as he got out of bed, careful to not wake you up. About thirty minutes later, he came back to bed with a tray of food, placing it on the nightstand to crawl in beside you. “Princess”, he softly called, wrapping his arms around you as he woke you up, “Princess wake up”, he repeated, smiling to himself as you started stirring, slowly opening your eyes to warm kisses decorating your face. You noticed Itachi was always hot. His skin always heated you up when touched you just like his kisses did. You looked up to see him smiling at you and you wanted to wake up like this everyday. Your entire body felt sore as though you had been exercising, immediately remembering the events of the night before, shying away from his gaze in embarrassment. “Good morning beautiful”, he greeted, turning your head back to him, noticing you blushing. “I made us some breakfast, come let's eat.”

Breakfast was delicious as the two of you ate in silence. Itachi had made fluffy pancakes, topped it with some plain yoghurt and drizzled cherry sauce all over it, and you washied it all down with a glass of orange juice. “Thank you Itachi”, you said, “This was so delicious, I really enjoyed it.” You had always thanked him for making you food, but to compliment it and share your thoughts was new. It made him happy.

You offered to help him clean up, but he insisted that you just rest a while so he could run you a bath and you listened. He thought about his feelings as he poured a lavender scented bubble mixture into the running water, closing the bottle and placing it back in the cabinet. When was the last time he had felt happy? That’s what he felt when you clung to him this morning. He felt it all through breakfast and even now, it was growing more intense with every passing moment. He had never thought he would ever be able to use that word to describe his emotions. Happiness was not reserved for ninja like him. “Are you ready to bathe?”, he asked as he walked back into the room. You finally noticed he was only wearing his briefs and nothing else, trying not to ogle over his godlike body, nodding your head. He waited for you to reach him, but you didn’t expect your legs to give out on you, stumbling and almost falling, but Itachi appeared beside you, scooping you up into his arms bridal style. You felt so embarrassed and your legs felt like jello. “Don’t worry”, Itachi said, “The numbness will subside once you soak in the tub for a while.” You felt even more embarrassed, not knowing where to look as he carried you to the bathroom. He found your embarrassment amusing, and didn’t hide that from you. The bath was just as relaxing as Itachi said it would be, the hot water really easing the aches you felt from last night. He washed you again, but today his hands felt different on you, feeling yourself growing aroused as he brushed the soapy sponge against your body and like you did last night, you threw yourself at him. He couldn’t resist you and he had no intention of doing so, giving you exactly what you wanted as he made love to you in the tub, slow and hard just like he had last night, bringing you to tears as you clawed at his back and bit on his shoulder, cumming over and over again.

After the bath, he ate you out while you tried to get dressed and the two of you were finally able to keep your hands off of each other long enough to make it out of the house and into the pear orchard. He asked you all kinds of questions about yourself, interested in getting to know you a little more and you happily answered him, asking him questions too. You were feeling good today, and thought about Isamu, wondering if he could see that you were smiling. You were helping Itachi pick a few pears, admiring how gorgeous he was with his hair down to the middle of his back, wearing his usual long sleeved shirt, but this one was cream coloured and you loved how it brought out his hair and eyes, paired with a black pair of pants. One of his crows suddenly landed on his shoulder, startling you. The crow had a small piece of paper attached to its skinny little leg, Itachi opening it, the bird then taking off. He unfolded the note, his eyes growing dark as he read it. He looked over at you, and you knew it couldn’t be good. “What is it?”. “The Hokage has summoned me”, he said, “He says it’s urgent. I have to go.” You wanted to protest, but you knew you’d kept him from the Hokage long enough. It had been two whole months since he had decided to permanently stay with you and just when things took a turn for the better, he was being summoned. He saw how sad the news made you, and realised how much he hated it. Within the past five and a half months that he’d known you, you had grown on him faster than he had expected and you were the only precious thing he had. You were far too important to him to let anything get in the way of that and he was excited to see how things would develop between the two of you. He held your face in his hands, lifting it up so you’d look at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I don’t want you to go”, you admitted, and his heart dropped. “I promise you, I will be back tomorrow night, okay?”, he said and you nodded your head, the tears in your eyes finally falling down your cheeks. “Please don’t cry princess”, he pleaded, and you nod your head again, trying your best to calm down, dropping your basket full of pears to wrap your arms around him. He planted a kiss on your forehead, holding you tightly before he disappeared in your arms, crows flying everywhere around you. He was gone, and you felt a strange sense of loneliness.

For the rest of the day, you decided to stay positive, continuing to pick pears from the trees. You walked home, noticing the crows following you. Once you got home, you kept yourself busy, with canning the pears, feeling the chill of the evening breeze come in through the windows, where the two crows rested. The night was the hardest part to get through by yourself and you thought about how you’d have to get used to it if Itachi was to be summoned more often, the thought making you feel sad and you longed for the morning to come quickly. After a long night, you finally made it to the morning, having barely slept, but you didn’t care, grateful for the sun to be out as you got ready for the day. You were looking forward to Itachi returning tonight. You cooked a big meal and made dessert with the pears you collected. You visited the farm owner for the first time since you’d moved there with some food and dessert, Itachi’s crows followed along up high in the sky and spent some time with his family until it got late. You really liked the man's wife, not realising what time it was as you spoke about a bunch of different things. She even borrowed you a few books to read, pitying your loneliness while your husband was gone. You heard a knock at the door, the man getting up to answer it so you two ladies could continue to chat in peace.”Oh Itachi-Kun, please come in”, you heard the man say, your tummy flipping over in excitement when you heard his name. You stood up quickly, hurriedly gathering your books and stuffing them into your basket as you said goodbye to the woman and her kids. You were so happy, almost running to the door, throwing yourself at Itachi, who caught you in his arms. “Have a good night sir”, he said, disappearing with you in his arms. Teleporting wasn’t something you were familiar with. Isamu teleported you once when you begged him to and you quickly realised you hated it, it made you feel sick, like you were spinning around in circles. Despite your excitement, you needed to sit down, feeling a little nauseous. You looked up at Itachi with a huge smile on your face, which quickly faded when you noticed his frown. Your heart skipped a beat. “What’s wrong?”,you asked. He was wearing the same thing he wore when he left and he didn’t seem dirty or roughed up at all, but he looked angry, your thoughts spiralling as to what you could’ve done to upset him, subconsciously blaming yourself. “Your parents are demanding you move back to the village, they think your isolation on this farm is childish and are threatening to send anbu for us if you don’t return immediately.” You could finally understand why he was so angry. “The Hokage told me to make it my mission to return you since you’re my wife …clearly he was persuaded by our clans, the idiot can’t think for himself.”

You felt yourself burning with fury and wanted to scream. Was the damage they had done not enough for them? Why did they hate you so much? “What the hell! Who do they think they are to dictate how I live my life!”, you said, pacing around in circles, freezing when you remembered Itachi’s words “the hokage told me to make it my mission”. You turned to face him. “So is this your new mission?”, you asked, swallowing away the lump forming in your throat. You noticed he didn’t hug or greet you when he returned, your tummy twisting with anxiety so bad that it physically pained you, trying to hide it as best you could. “Y/N. I will kill them all if you ask me to”, he said and you gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. “No one will know that it was me. Isamu deserves that much doesn’t he?”. You hated your parents so much that the thought actually appealed to you. If your parents had died, they would no longer meddle in your life and you could be happy here with Itachi, but you wondered if he could actually do it. “Itachi, what if someone cat—”. “I understand that you’re not well informed about what I do, only people like your parents are, but I can assure you that I can kill them all, and make it look like an illness. The Hokage and my own parents too. They’re the ones who turned me into a weapon and disregarded my humanity even as a child Y/N. They’ve never considered how anything they’d ask would affect me. Ever since I was fucking six years old. I’ve dedicated my whole life to those assholes and now that I’ve finally found someone who’s changed the meaning of my life as I know it, they wanna take that away. I hate them. I want revenge Y/N.For you, Isamu and myself. I'll go back to the village this weekend and I’ll poison my parents, yours as well as the Hokage, so I will ask you again; can I kill your parents?” You nodded your head, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He smelled like smoke and dirt. You loved it on him. “Yes. Please. Kill them all”, you said and he wrapped his arms around you too, holding you close as he thought of Isamu, you and himself. You were able to enjoy dinner and dessert tonight, happy that you would be getting your revenge soon. You both took a nice, warm bath together, Itachi fucking you on the bathroom counter and in bed, ignoring your pleading for mercy as he repeatedly brought you to orgasm.

The week went by fast, and you dreaded every day that went by, not looking forward to Itachi’s absence next week. He would leave on Saturday and return the next Saturday. You didn’t want to be away from him, but it was necessary. You never mentioned the plan at all and looked forward to hearing about their deaths, fantasising about it every now and then. Itachi was going to avenge Isamu, and thought brought you the peace you were looking for. You were clingier than ever and Itachi loved every second of it. Your heart ached for him when you thought about the things he had said regarding his history. He had been an assassin since the age of six and didn’t know life outside the Hokage and his clan's instructions. The two of you did everything together in the three days you had with each other, before he would go. You took every bath and shower with him, you prepared every meal with him and made back breaking love a few times a day, even at the orchard. You were falling harder for him with every hour, hoping that this was not a dream. The day had come that he had to leave, and it was hard to say goodbye, but he reassured you that this would be the last time he would have to leave you for a mission, because once he returned, he would withdraw from working for the Hokage.

Every day was long and you hated being away from him, but he would send you a letter each morning and night with the crows, letting you know that he was okay and that he was thinking of you and you would write him back, telling him about your day and what you had been up to. You soon realised that you were in love with him and longed for a future with him. You could picture yourself carrying his children and raising them together here on the farm. You wanted to age with him and thinking about it made your heart skip with excitement.

The day had finally arrived that Itachi would be returning and he had written you a note that the crows delivered to you as soon as you woke up. The crows had kept you company and you had grown to love them, sharing your meals with them and singing to them when you were bored and Itachi could see this through their eyes whenever he checked on you, falling harder for you when he learnt you spent time with them. The letter read “I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you. PS: I think the birds are too spoiled, they forced me to give them a treat along with this letter. See you soon princess.`` You giggled as you read the note over and over again. As it grew darker outside, you got more and more worried, pacing back and forth as you anxiously waited for him, praying for his safety and feeling sick to your stomach that something could’ve happened to him. It was now eleven pm and you were crying like a baby, your head in your lap as you hugged your knees, leaning on the door frame. “Princess, it's getting cold, what are you doing out here?”, Itachi said and you lifted your head up, seeing him walk towards the porch. You stood up fast, tripping as you ran to him, but he reached you before you fell. “Itachi! I was so worried about you!”, you cried and he softly chuckled. “Well I’m right here my love, I’m sorry for worrying you, everything went as planned, we should be expecting some news in about a month”, he replied, crouching to pick you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you back into the house. “Itachi, I love you”, you said, kissing him before he got the chance to react. He shut the door with his foot, happy to be in his wife’s arms, in the warmth of your shared home. This is where he truly belonged and he knew that this was his happy ending. “I love more princess”.

#naruto short stories #naruto imagines #naruto smut #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi uchiha

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Can you recommend me any long Naruto fics? I don’t care about the ship, I just need something long about my favorite people to make me happy

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This is one one of my favorite reads

I have a few more but I don’t know how to find them. You can text me though and if I ever come across them I’ll definitely let you know.

[iambilliejeanok]

Warnings: 18+, nipple play, nsfw, dirty talk.

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Naruto messing with you because he knows you have sensitive nipples. When the two of you spend some quality time together, cuddling the day away, he will pull out the bullet vibrator since it’s much stronger than the wand and set it to the highest setting as he lays down on top of of you, tucking your arms under his, while using his weight to keep you pinned under him. He tugs on your shirt until it’s just above your bra, scooping your titties out of the cups they’re hiding in, to start teasing one of your nipples with the vibrator, lightly circling the tip of your nipple, patiently waiting for it the grow erect as he squeezes and kneads your breast hard.

He loves dirty talking to you while he’s doing this, mocking you for being so desperate for him to press it against your whole nipple and when he finally does start flicking the vibrator all over your nip you can’t help but softly moan and squirm underneath him. He will tease you with nicknames such as bunny, babygirl or princess since he’s just too nice to call you a slut or a whore, but he still mock you, reminding you of how pathetic you are on the verge of an orgasm as he starts flicking your nipple with the vibrator. When he senses you’re on the edge, he starts threatening you with explicit talk on how he’s gonna finger you until you start crying if you don’t nut soon, reminding you of all the other times he has done that. His dirty talk and how he’s alternating between your two nips, lightly flicking them with the vibe before going hard makes you cum easily, but he doesn’t stop, teasing you for being so sensitive before latching onto one.

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While you’re laying with your back against him on the couch, he easily gets distracted when he notices the rise and fall of your chest during movie night. When he tries to tuck your arms under his, you already know what he’s up to, Naruto burying his hands in your shirt, grabbing both of your breasts in his large hands. Without the vibrator, he resorts to kneading and massaging them. He knows you love it when he massages your boobs and does his best to make you feel good. He melts when you start talking to him, asking him if he loves giving you these massages and whether it turns him on and teasing him over how much he just loves groping and grabbing them. He fucking reels when you do this, and then he wants more, playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching one between his fingers while he flicks the other with his index finger.

It gets so intense that you start squirming against him and you can feel his massive erection poking your back hard. He will sometimes grind against you to relieve himself of the painful throb and start cursing while he whispers in your ear when you try to sit up to let him rub himself against your ass. He’ll alternate between the two methods on your nipples until you’re erratically whimpering and squirming. You always make him bust when you get like this and he just wants to wrap his arms around you and hold you for a few minutes before you get up to clean him. He’s so embarrassed as you wipe him clean, his cheeks tinted red and you can’t help but tease him, telling him how much of needy boy he is for cumming so easily, but he loves you so much for entertaining his little obsession.

#naruto imagines #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #naruto x reader #naruto lemons #naruto fanfiction