Naruto Is Touch Starved Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I gasped and arched as he pinched my nipple between his fingers. “Your stubbornness has kept us apart for several days. Your body has been starved of my touch, that’s why even though you’re angry with me and you would rather cut my head off right now, you can’t resist me.” He was right but I didn’t want to admit that so I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning. “And because I’ve been starved of your touch, I can’t resist touching you even when I know that you should be resting so you can regain your strength fully after you almost starved yourself to death.”

He moved a little away from her and undressed her completely. Manik’s upper body was already bare, Nandini traced his abs with her fingers, feeling his hard body. As she touched him, he felt a spark run through his entire body. He always knew that her single touch was enough to wake up the sleeping desire in him, so as the monster inside him.

“Sorry. I’m just so glad to see you.” “Yeah, I can tell,” Nathan says with a wince, rubbing his shoulder. “What are you doing here? How did you even get here? Your base is all the way over there.” “I used the Cloak of Invisibility. Not Harry’s but Naruto’s.” Kate does a double take. “You watch Naruto, too?” “Duh. And…” Nathan digs into one of the cargo pockets of his lower fatigues. “Ta-da!” he says, revealing two arm bands, both of them red. Kate’s eyes bulge.

he says. Silently, I pull myself away from the wall and go into my room. I position myself on the bed as he instructed, and wait for him. I don’t have long to wait. He takes me like a bull. There is so much need and urgency. I think I will break in two, but I don’t. I just reach for the stars and this time I touch them. Nikolai

I crave his touch, I don't know why, I wonder what is happening to me. Star is angry because I did not go back to him. The life with him is so uncertain that I can't bear to even try. I am not that weak woman that I was, I am strong. I will not allow him to take advantage of me. He is to be married, and I would be left to be alone. I struggle in my thoughts as the hot water touches my skin. I can't allow my feelings to develop for him.

God, it had been a lifetime since someone touched me like this. Nathan didn't play fair. He gave a sharp, stinging slap against my inner thigh, making me yelp and lurch against him. He let out a dark chuckle, pressing hot kisses along my throat while he continued the delicious torture below. I was losing the fight. Nathan had always had this—the talent to wipe my brain clean with a single touch. I hooked my leg around his waist, straining to meet the thrust of his fingers. I could feel his gaze on my face, harsh and reverent all at once.

~ELENA~ “Touch me now, I can't wait anymore,” I beg shamelessly. And then…..everything changes. For a moment, no one moves. Three men… Three different kinds of hunger… And me, sitting on the edge of the bed, bare, shaking, choosing all of them. Nico reaches me first. He doesn’t ask permission. He never does. His touch is impulsive, reckless, all heat and fire. His fingers slide along my jaw, then down my throat, tracing the frantic beat beneath my skin.

This felt like starvation. I slid my hand between my thighs, still sore from last night, and touched myself slowly. I was dripping again, wetter than I had any right to be. Just thinking about his hugeness — the way he stretched me, the way he stayed buried deep, grinding those slow circles — made heat bloom low in my belly. I couldn’t find a toy that matched his size. Nothing came close. So I kept touching, fingers circling, dipping inside, imagining it was him. I was starving for him. Aching. Desperate.

His voice going straight to my lower part. “I-it hurts.” I whimper, his reddish-blue eyes locked onto mine. “Can I touch you?” He asks me and I can hear Asana mew in my head. I nod and whimper and his claws dug deeper grabbing my hips, “Words. I need words, Star.” He demands with a growl. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, “Please, O-Orion, touch me.” “Are you sure?” He grunts, lowly.

Now that her appetite had reasserted itself, she’d been forced to exist on only fruits and nuts. Fruits…nuts…hmm… At that moment, she realised she was starving. For a juicy steak and a side of fries—on top of another steak. The food could wait, though. She was also starving for a man’s touch. A touch James gave her. Liberally. His strong fingers massaged her calves, deep and hard, hitting her just right. Moaning, she sagged against the moss beneath her. "Too much?" he asked in a gravelly voice.