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detectivestucks · 3 months

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Overnight Training

18+ content, Minors do NOT interract

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: Your adopted baby brother Naruto isn't being treated fairly by his Sensei as he prepares for the third Chunin Exam. You go over to Kakashi's house to give him a piece of your mind.

Warnings: NSFW, gaslighting, spanking, slapping, fingering, oral, unprotected penetration

Word Count: 4.5k

Anon Request

The smell of Ichiraku ramen wafts through the air and into your nose like a welcome friend on your way towards the noodle shop. You see a familiar pair of legs dangling off the stool as you approach, ready and waiting for you to pay for their meal.

“Hi Naruto!”

“Hi Y/N-san!”

“How ya doin kiddo?” you say as you tousle his blonde hair.

Though he was a royal pain in the ass, you took a liking to Naruto shortly before he enrolled in the Ninja Academy. He was loud and crazy, and terrorized the village plenty, but then one time you caught him between acts of corruption. You saw the sad orphan who just needed attention and you took it upon yourself to become a sister figure to him. You’d chase down shop owners who were rude to him, gossiping wives spreading false rumors about the boy, and yes, you went toe to toe with Iruka several times while he was at the Academy. The latter may have resulted in a brief relationship but ultimately caring for Naruto was your primary concern and Iruka couldn’t appear to be favoring the boy more than he already was. The two of you had started talking on and off now that Naruto was no longer at the Academy but now you have a new sensei to worry about.

The infamous Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja. You were less than thrilled to find out he would be responsible for your baby brother because of his reputation as being ruthless. Naruto needed a nurturer like Iruka, not a solider like Kakashi. Lord Hiruzen assured you it would be fine but you had your doubts, hence why you began checking in on Naruto more than ever.

“I’m doing really really well! I learned all kinds of chakra control stuff and I made it through the second exam!”

“That’s wonderful!”

“But now I’m trying to learn a cool new jutsu for the third one and Kakashi-sensei is too busy with Sasuke to train me!”

“What?! He’s not helping you train!”

“No” He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m relying on some pervy old sage guy who said he’d train me.”

Your stomach sinks knowing who he’s talking about. “His real name wouldn’t happen to be Jiraiya, would it?”

“Yeah! That’s the one! But he spends most of our time looking at girls instead of giving me directions.”

“...I bet he does.” you murmur under your breath.

“Look Naruto, Jiraiya happens to be a really great ninja. You’re lucky to have gained him as a sensei.”

“You think so?!”

“They don’t call him one of the Legendary Sannin for nothin.”

“Wow! Really?”

“Really. And while you train with him, I’ll go give your Jonin Leader a good talking to. Remind him that he has three genin he’s responsible for, two of which made it to the final round.” You say in a firm tone as you accept your bowl of ramen.

“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go dating him like you did with Iruka-sensei. That was embarrassing.”

The heat on your cheeks rises as you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. “It’s not gonna be like that. Iruka is…well…sweet,” you blush “But Kakashi is such a, well…”

“A Jerk!”

“Naruto! Don’t say that about your sensei!”

“Why not? You were going to.”

“Was not!”

“Were to!”

“Just eat your ramen.” you say with a soft tap of your chopsticks on his yellow mop.

The two of you chow down before you escort Naruto back to his home. He excitedly blabbered on and on about his experience in the second chunin exam and you couldn’t feel more proud of the kid than if he were your actual biological brother.

You reach the door to his second story home and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, kiddo, have a good day of training tomorrow. Learn everything you can and put your all into it like usual.”

“Will do Y/N-san!”

“Night kid.” you say with a chuckle releasing his shoulder and watching as Naruto unlocks the door.

“Night Y/N-san!” he shouts as he closes the door.

You couldn’t help but smile at the disappearing image of the world’s most adorable little punk with a heart of gold to match his spiky locks. The idea that Kakashi abandoned him right before the third chunin exam had your blood boiling.

What the hell was Kakashi’s problem? Did he have some vendetta cause Naruto housed the Nine Tails? Was he favoring Sasuke cause of unresolved feelings about his old teammate, Obito? Or was he just a wannabe Uchiha jerk who needed to be taught a lesson?

You march your way over to Kakashi’s house and bang on his door. He takes forever to answer so you knock again, feeling your temper rise.

You hear the latch of his lock click and the sound of the knob twisting. As the door opened, you saw a shirtless Kakashi standing before you in sweats, with a towel in his hand. He had clearly been showering after a day of training with Sasuke and was in the middle of drying off when you disturbed him.

“Oh hey, Y/N. Come in.” he says casually as he walks away from the door towards his kitchen and lowers his head to dry his hair with the towel in his hand.

“Oh hey nothing, Kakashi! Don’t act like you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“...”

You let out a grunt of anger. Was he really that arrogant that he couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. It just made you fume.

“You’re spending all your time training the Uchiha boy and left Naruto to fend for himself! How can you be so callous to your own team?!”

“I already told him I’m sorry. Plus what I’m trying to teach Sasuke is very complex and only someone with a sharingan can learn it.”

You stride up to him standing centimeters from his face as you glare and poke at his chest.

“Look at you all high and mighty. ‘Only someone with a sharingan can learn it.’ Bull! Naruto is swimming in chakra! He brims with potential while you’re out here playing favorites!”

Kakashi grabs the finger you were poking him with and spins you around so that your hand is pinned behind your back. He holds you firmly as he whispers dangerously in your ear,

“I’d be careful who I’m poking that finger at, little lady.”

Your breath may have faltered a little from the change in position but you had a point to prove so you press on.

“What, can’t take criticism?”

Kakashi slams your upper body down on his kitchen counter, your free hand barely catching you before you hit your head too hard. He leans down over you, his body pressing into yours as he chides,

“I treat all my soldiers the way they need to be treated. Only I can know what all three of them need from me at any given time. Right now, the only Uchiha in the village needs training from the only other posesser of a Sharingan in the entirety of Konaha. Unless you’re secretly an Uchiha bastard who can train him, I’d suggest you simmer down.”

His words were chilling. Ice to your ears. It made sense but why should Naruto get the short end of the stick? He was always excluded from everything. You struggle in Kakashi’s grasp trying to turn around and face him as you continue to defend your little brother.

“That’s a bullshit answer! Just cause Naruto doesn’t have a sharingan, means his own sensei can’t give him any training at all?!”

Kakashi slaps the flesh of your ass with all his might making you cry out in pain.

“Enough! I’ve heard about as much as I will tolerate from you! You don’t know a thing about leading a squad! I will not subject myself to any more of your baseless, ignorant opinions.”

He brings his hand down again on the same spot. All the muscle he spent years developing, employed in this moment to humiliate you as you laid bent over Kakashi’s counter, hand still pinned behind your back by nothing more than his grasp on your finger.

Your breath hitched as the blow landed, pain searing your skin. You were certain that a bruise would form within the next few minutes.

Overcoming the shock of his actions you begin to struggle in his grasp. “Fuckin’ asshole, let go of me!”

“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who came to my house to yell at me!” he snarls, twisting your arm painfully. You cry out but he doesn’t loosen his grip. No, he stands directly behind you, leaning in, securing your hips against the edge of the counter. He begins rubbing his hand in large circles over your hip and cheek as if preparing the area for another assault.

You continue to struggle when you feel his warm breath as he chuckles in your ear.

“Did you really think you could come over here to yell at me and get away with it?”

He interrupts his rubbing to deliver another striking blow to your cheek. “No. It seems you’ve been spending too much time around Naruto. You’ve forgotten your manners.”

His free hand slides from your ass up to your neck where he grabs you at the base of your jaw and turns your head to the side just enough to press his nose into your cheek.

“Maybe you need some private lessons from a sensei of your own. Hmm?”

You can feel his manhood hardening beneath his sweatpants, your compromised position once more causing your breath to falter.

Smiling at your reaction, Kakashi kisses your cheek before standing up. He keeps his hips ground against your rear, pinning you to the counter still. He begins to play with your hair using his free hand as he continues,

“Naruto’s lucky to have such a pretty big sister. Watching out for him, picking senseless fights.”

“It’s not senseless you’re showing favoritism.” You grumble before he twists your arm again causing you to wince.

“As likely as that may seem, let's not jump to conclusions yet.”

You scoff at him and he slaps down on your backside once more. You let out a small groan upon impact making Kakashi chuckle.

“Let’s look at the facts, shall we?”

Kakashi releases your arm to grab your hips and spin you around. He steers you towards the wall, backing you up against it, caging you in as he grabs both your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them together to hold with one hand. He casually props his free hand on his hip while leaning his weight against your wrists with the other as he continues.

“Naruto is a high energy kid who needs a high energy sensei. His father’s former sensei is in the village, available to train him. Ask yourself, is that a coincidence?”

Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. His words were so convincing but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was full of it.

“Sasuke has no other options and happens to have the same chakra nature as me. A perfect student to pass my jutsu onto.” It takes every fiber of your being to resist the eye roll threatening to make an appearance at the mention of passing down his original jutsu. “It’s only logical that I give Naruto the honor of studying under one of the Legendary Sannin while I take on Sasuke”

He was damn good, you’d give him that. You knew he was full of shit but you almost believe him.

“Now what do you have to say to me?”

“Excuse me?”

He takes his hand off his hip to give your face a sharp slap.

“No, you do not need to ask to be excused. Try again.”

Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Your eyes scan down his body, starting with his covered face and dropping down to his shirtless chest. You take note of his war torn body carved to perfection with an alluring V-shape plummeting down into his baggy sweatpants currently pitched by his erection.

“Eyes up here, Sweetie.”

You look back up to his uncovered eye suddenly very aware of your nipples stiffening in your bra. You were so mad at yourself. You came to defend Naruto but found yourself pinned to the wall doubting your convictions as Kakashi closed the space between you. He gave you no other option than to feel his entire body against your own, pressing himself into your chest as his free hand roamed up and down your side.

Your breathing becomes shallow. All the free air between you is being used up by him when he reminds you what he’s waiting for.

“What do you have to say to me for coming to my house at night to yell at me?”

“I’m sorry?”

He slides his hand to your sore rear and grips it harshly, pulling your pelvis into his.

“Try that again.”

Brimming with shame you whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry”

“Good, but perhaps I should ensure this lesson really sticks so we don’t have a repeat of tonight, hmm?”

Your eyes grow wide as you search his face for answers but with a stoic expression he begins to unbutton your pants and tug them to the floor.

“Hey! What are you do-”

Your protests are cut off by Kakashi quickly removing his mask to kiss you. He presses his lips into yours, silencing your voice. It was surprisingly welcome. Tender but passionate with the taste of his orange mouthwash freshly on his breath. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it.

Once he had the cooperation of your lips he resumed removing your pants. Stripping you down to your thong. He began to rub over the fabric, circling around your clit making your breath catch in your throat.

“It seems like you’re struggling to stay mad at me. Isn’t that right Sweetie?” He stops rubbing to give your sex some firm pats over the cloth.

“Your underwear is soaked. Is that cause of me?”

Arrogant asshole. You were embarrassed and ashamed. You looked down so as not to acknowledge his statement but he gave a more forceful slap between your legs causing you to sharply inhale. He hums into your ear, enjoying how he is toying with you.

He slips your thong to the side exposing your bare folds and you can’t help but return your eyes to his face. He slips one of his long fingers in causing an involuntary whine to slip past your lips. The corner of his mouth turns up at the sound. He strokes in and out of you a few times before adding in a second finger. “Ah”

The sound was quiet and small but it ignited him in a primal way. He leans his forehead against yours as he continues to taunt.

“Naruto’s mouthy older sister. Always sticking her pretty nose where it doesn’t belong. I was wondering how long before I saw you at my door. Heck, I was practically counting the days.” He gives you a long drawn out kiss as his fingers continue to stroke in and out of you. “Been hoping to get a taste of what Iruka had ever since the kid was assigned to my team.”

You were so mad at him for bringing up your ex, but the way he was working your walls was enough for you to hold your silence. You didn’t want him to stop. You needed him to keep going, even as your trapped arms began to lose circulation and fall asleep above your head.

A third digit slides in leaving you gasping and breathless.

“You like that, don’t you Sweetheart?”

You’re biting your lip and closing your eyes, resisting the urge to scream ‘yes.’

“You don’t need to say anything, just let the cream running down my knuckles do the talking for you.”

You hated giving him the smug satisfaction but you squeeze around his fingers helplessly. Then he finds just the right spot and begins to hook his digits as he drags them outward. A long moan spills from your lips

“Oooh, gods Kakashi, yes!”

He hungrily kisses you, attempting to claim you as his own. The scent of his soap lingering on his freshly washed skin fills your nostrils as you inhale between kisses. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, the muscle dancing with your own. A need to devour you communicated by his greedy lips.

He withdraws his fingers from your cavern and feeds them to you. You suck on them while making eye contact with him before he takes them out and finishes licking them clean in his own mouth, sucking one digit at a time.

When he was done he released your wrists and brought both of your arms to wrap around his neck, holding your gaze while he did.

The familiar tingle of circulation restoring itself spreads through your limbs as you tighten your grip around him. His hands run the course of your back. Wandering, touching, feeling, groping, before settling with one around the small of your back and the other in your hair. You lunge back into a kiss, nibbling and biting his lips, consumed with want. He pulls back briefly to pant, “bedroom.” You get the message and the two of you kiss sloppily as you stagger over. Once through the door you each shed your remaining layers before you fall to your knees.

Immediately you grasp his length, wrapping your fingers around its base while your other hand reaches up to claw at his back. You stroke him a few times before you point your tongue and drag it all the way from his base to his tip. You feel the rush of his blood pulse through his shaft as your grip tightens before you seal your lips around him. Up and down your hand tugged, keeping the pressure firm while your tongue worked along his slit, siphoning out his oozing pre cum. His hips shifted forward slightly and you knew he was yearning for you to swallow him whole.

You released his head with a wet pop before licking one more stripe up from his base.

You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, breathing on his tip before opening up and swallowing till he hit the back of your mouth.

“I know you can do better than that” he taunts

You grip his hips, bracing yourself as you reangle and relax your throat, allowing him to sink past your vocal cords. Your nose brushes against his silver body hair as you push forward.

“Mmmm much better.”

He sinks his fingers into your hair, guiding you up and down along his length, the lip of his mushroom tip catching in your throat with each pass.

“Feels so damn good. This is where you belong. On your knees before me. Fuck”

He draws a breath through his teeth feeling a tingle run over his entire body. The lewd sounds coming from your mouth fill the air as he begins to rock his hips into you. He closes his eyes and groans, letting you service him, excited by the powerful feeling of having you choke on his cock.

Saliva dribbles out of the corners of your mouth and down on your barren chest. Your tongue glides along the underside of his length. When he bottoms out in your throat you stick it out further, trying to lick some of the skin below his endowment, making him shudder.

“Grab them.” he whispers.

You reach down and tactfully massage his balls in your hand. One arm still gripping around his hip and your nose flush with his abdominals, Kakashi was twitching harshly in your mouth. He was on the brink of cumming.

“Fuck Y/N! I didn’t wait all this time just for a blow job. Get on the bed.”

Slowly you withdrew your lips from his manhood and crawled up onto the bed. As much as Kakashi wanted to rail into you from behind, he wanted to see your face when he entered you for the first time. Cause it definitely wouldn’t be his last.

“On your back, Sweetheart. I wanna see your face.”

You nod and lay down with your knees propped up and legs spread. He settles between your thighs and slaps you clit with his slobber-soaked dick, allowing you to flinch from the strike. Your eyes are fixated on his thick girth as he lines himself up with your slit. You watch him begin to sink in when he demands, “eyes up here.”

Your gaze snaps up to meet his as your mouth drops into an O shape, brows furrow together and a shameful breathy moan slips from your open mouth. A stifled grunt from Kakashi lingering with it.

Your face was everything he hoped it would be. You paint the picture of pleasure while your pliable silken walls fold around him perfectly. He couldn’t help how his toes curled from the simple act of entering you. A mutual understanding that this would be the first of several rounds was silently communicated by nothing more than your response to his intrusion.

He slides back and forth, lubricating his length as he slowly acquaints himself with every part of your interior. Your core knots up each time he fully sheaths himself in your cavern, arms clutching him, forcing him down to your lips.

“Fuck Kakashi”

“Yes?” He bottoms out again pushing your groan past your tongue. “Did you have something to say?”

“Just fuuuuuckk.”

“Apologize for jumping to conclusions and maybe I can treat you this good everytime we see each other.”

“Are you fuckin serious right now?” You pant, sexual pleasure stealing all bite from your words. You are little more than a pile of flesh at the present moment unable to argue with Kakashi’s ego.

He leans closer to whisper in your ear, “dead serious” before leaning back up and establishing his pace. You know his mind is almost as clouded as yours from the way your bodies mold together. His usual calm and domineering demeanor faltered each time you squeezed around him. The pleasure creasing his features as he pushes into you, maintaining his tempo.

He shifts all his bodyweight over to one arm as he uses the other to grab your face, pulling you into him for another heated kiss. His lips working against yours, sucking off the last remnants of your chapstick. Normally he didn’t kiss his hook ups so much but something about you made him hungry. Maybe it was how mouthy you are. He needed to give your lips something better to do than shout your ignorant opinions. If that’s the case he’d kiss you for hours if he had to. Never able to get enough of the taste.

You thread your fingers through his soft hair. It was nearly dry and smelled heavenly from his conditioner. You push your chest up into his, allowing your tits to rock against his pecs with each thrust into your soaking wet folds. Little sighs and groans filling the space between you. He couldn’t help but think that you were the cutest fuck he’d had in awhile. Maybe he needed to piss you off more often since it got him here, between your legs, panting and moaning for him the way that you are. His eyes roll backwards as your fingers toy with the silver strands.

“Shit Y/N, on your knees.”

You comply with one last hungry pull at his lips, shifting to all fours. Kakashi grabs two fist fulls of your ass as he plunges in, hitting so deep you can’t breathe. The wind has been knocked out of you. It’s all you can do to catch it again. He lets his excitement get the better of him and launches into you with brain rattling speed.

He hit so deep he found a sweet spot that has been long neglected. One you can’t reach on your own. When he felt how you constricted around him he focused on it. Pummeling into that same spot, making you drop your face to the sheets. You cry out from the pressure and he knows you’re on the brink of orgasm from how white your knuckles are as they grip the sheets for support.

He smiled at the bruise he created in the kitchen while watching how your ass rippled violently from his hips colliding into it. His shinobi training allowing him to get carried away. Speed far exceeding any normal man. Your poor little cunt is no match for his unrelenting strength and stamina.

You start to scream from the stimulation. Kakashi fists your hair and yanks it back so he can hear your screams properly. Your cries are by far the sexiest sound he’s ever heard and he needs to make you louder. He needs to hear the power his cock has over you. Your current predicament, boosting his ego far more than it should ever be boosted. One arm tugging back on your hair, the other secure around your waist, he arched your back impossibly far, his tip displacing your cervix, you both speed to the precipice of orgasm. The squelching that omits from where your bodies connect, mingles with your moans and screams. Kakashi doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful melody.

All of Naruto’s more tedious qualities are completely justified in this moment. They are worth his patience if he can ravage you like this everytime Naruto throws a tantrum.

“That’s it. You can take it Sweetie Just a little more.”

His praise only continues to lead to your undoing. One hand clutching the arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabs around the wrist of the hand in your hair. Words aren’t even an option in this position. All you can do is empty the air in your lungs with whatever noise comes out. You are millimeters away from falling over the edge. Each thrust scooting you there. He’s almost there too. He’s losing his rhythm. His strokes are getting sloppy but it doesn’t do anything to dampen the intensity of the moment.

You cry out as the orgasm finally hits. You start to tremble and quake. Kakashi lifts you all the way back so you are flush against his chest as he empties himself inside of you. Deep groans fill your ears as your walls flutter closed around him, sucking out every last drop. You feel a rush of relief flood your core as his strokes slow to a complete stop.

The two of you kneel on the bed, you weak in his arms, as both of you catch your breath. You feel him grow soft inside your walls while a mix of both your cum slips out of you and slides down your inner thighs. Kakashi holds you tight, not letting go. He begins to kiss the curve of your neck making you close your eyes and moan some more.

“Thank you, Sensei” you breathe

“Mmmmm, you up for another round?”

“Already?”

You feel his length hardening again between your legs. He responds to your question by twitching his cock so that it tapped against your labia.

“Do I seem ready to you?”

You obediently lower back to all fours again, letting him slip past your lips a second time. He strokes in and out of you lazily as he says, “Brace yourself, Sweetie, it looks like we’ll be training all night.”

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actuallysaiyan · 8 months

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Kinktober Day 5: Threesomes(I wanna dance, I wanna sing, I wanna bust up everything and make some love..)

warnings/kinks: threesomes, unprotected sex, oral sex(male receiving), sharing, slight possessiveness, mentions of drinking, biting, boobplay word count: 0.9k pairings: Jiraiya x Fem!Reader x Orochimaru teaser: “I knew this would work out so well,” Jiraiya mumbles against your skin. Orochimaru cackles, “I’m glad we were able to work together.” taglist: @beneathstarryskies @loki-love @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic @butterflieskeepcominback

Those two have a hard time getting along on the best of days, but when it involves you, it’s even worse. Tsunade had warned you that they both had something deep for you, but you tried your best to brush it off. Besides, you weren’t going to let two shinobi ruin your chances of becoming the world’s most talented kunoichi. You grew up with these men, and you knew they were just too stubborn to let go of their differences to get along. Much less to get a chance with you.

You never really realized that the pair had their sights set on you until Tsunade had mentioned it to you. And from that day on, you tried your best not to do anything that could be misconstrued as leading them on. Still, Orochimaru and Jiraiya longed for you. They both found you so alluring. Not only were you very strong and had a very amazing kekkei genkai, but you were so very beautiful. Your beauty was spoken about by almost every person in this village and elsewhere as well.

One night, Jiraiya and Orochimaru are finishing up a sparring session when they see you walking home. Jiraiya is so quick to run over to you, leaving Orochimaru rolling his eyes.

“Well good evening,” he says, a light purring lilt to his voice.

“Jiraiya, hi!” You cheerfully greet him. The sweet syrupy sound of your voice makes Orochimaru so jealous and angry.

By the time he catches up to the two of you, he’s already trying to come up with something to say. But you’re so quick to greet him and make him feel like he truly belongs in the conversation.

“Orochimaru, I was just mentioning to Jiraiya that soon I’ll be getting my own team. Isn't that exciting?” You ask excitedly, practically bouncing on your toes.

Orochimaru smirks, “You’ll be a fantastic sensei. I can tell you’ve got the smarts and strengths to lead the best team there is.”

Jiraiya huffs slightly, knowing his teammate is trying to one-up him at his own game. Jiraiya then begins asking you all kinds of questions about your techniques and what you’ll be teaching the genin. You and Jiraiya get into a very interesting and deep discussion about teaching a genin team.Orochimaru walks with you both, listening in on the conversation.

“Well, it was very nice seeing you two. I’m headed inside for the night,”

And with that, you leave the pair standing outside your doorstep. Their hearts pounding in their chest. If they were ever going to work on anything together, you were going to be the thing they’d want to share. Orochimaru and Jiraiya silently vowed that they’d be getting you, and they’d never let you go.

This is how you found yourself on your bed, ass in the air and on your knees. Jiraiya is under you, pumping into you slowly as he suckles on your perky breasts. Orochimaru stands at your side, his cock out and leaking as he fists it.

“I knew this would work out so well,” Jiraiya mumbles against your skin.

Orochimaru cackles, “I’m glad we were able to work together.”

It all started with a night of drinks and dinner, and soon you found yourself so aroused for the pair. You had never really seen them work together like this, so it just made you fall for them even harder.

You whine as Jiraiya fucks you harder, making Orochimaru slide his cock into your awaiting mouth. You whimper as you try to take him into your throat, but you’re struggling. You weren’t anticipating for both of them to be so incredibly well endowed.

The way Jiraiya’s cock keeps brushing against your sweet spot makes you see stars. You gag and choke on Orochimaru’s length, making you drool. It’s such a sight to behold and the two of them are happier than ever to have finally set aside their differences and work together.

“She’s so warm and tight,” Jiraiya moans as he keeps up his pace.

Orochimaru smirks, “And her mouth is so perfect.”

You feel Jiraiya nipping at your tender flesh, leaving marks on your body. You’ll probably never really be able to hide these love marks, but you don’t want to. You’d love to show them to the world proudly. How much better could things get with these two as your lovers? Despite thinking they’d only be distracting you from your goals, you realized that they are the perfect motivators for you.

Another loud moan tumbles from your lips and vibrates around Orochimaru’s cock. He hisses in pleasure, his head falling back. He knows he could so easily blow his load, but he doesn’t want to be the first one to pop. He’d like for Jiraiya to release first, but in reality, he wants you to experience pleasure the most.

“That’s our good girl,” Jiraiya praises.

The words go straight to your core. You know you’re just so close to the edge, but with your mouth full, you’re unable to warn them. Your orgasm hits you so hard, leaving you shuddering and shaking. Jiraiya curses as your walls begin milking him; clamping down and pulsing rhythmically.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” He roars, pumping into you at top speed.

With a few more thrusts, the man is buried so deep inside of you and he’s painting your insides white. The sight of the two of you in the throes of pleasure is what sends Orochimaru over the edge. Pumps of his hot cum fill your mouth, sliding down your throat.

It’s not long before you’re all collapsed in a heap on the bed. Jiraiya begins playing with your hair, and you press soft kisses to Orochimaru’s chest.

“If you think you’re going to be letting us go now,” Jiraiya begins.

“Think again, princess.” Orochimaru finishes.

You sigh happily, sinking into their cuddles and caresses even more. You couldn’t think of a better way to end this night.

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Eat Your Vegetables

Jiraiya x NarutoMotherFigure!Reader

Synopsis: Now that you had Jiraiya around to corral the child, you had more time to make healthier options for dinner. Naruto was displeased, but you didn't care.

A/N: I know not everyone loves when the reader is pregnant, so here's your warning :P

Jiraiya looked up from his paper as he heard you sigh inside the kitchen. He craned his neck to better see you and what you were huffing about, and he smiled softly at the sight. You were trying to get the can of green beans off the top shelf. You could do it easily, but being 7 months pregnant made the simple task rather difficult. You huffed as Jiraiya suddenly came up behind you, "Let me help you, darling."

"I can get it myself," you muttered as you swatted his wandering hands away from your body. "I don't need your help!" He smirked at your exasperated words yet ignored them as he reached for the can, barely having to move to get it at his fingertips. "That's not fair," you grumbled with a pout evident on your lips. Jiraiya chuckled as he returned to give you the food - "What? That you're shorter than I am?"

"No. It's unfair because I have to grow your massive baby and can't do things without you. I think you planned for this to happen."

His head flew back in laughter, shoulders shaking as you stood there with a 'menacing' look. You were really feisty nowadays. And it was most likely because of the lack of sleep you got. Jiraiya's fit of laughter drifted into softer giggles as he looked at you lovingly, "I know you 'hate' growing my 'massive' baby. But you sure do look beautiful doing so."

Your face started to heat up before you ripped the can from his fingers and walked quickly towards the stove. "Stop it. You're making me blush," you muttered sheepishly. He let out a snort of amusement but didn't push it.

You sighed as he came up behind you again - "Jiraiya-" You cut yourself off as he lovingly wrapped his arms around you. His hands rested gently on your stomach, thumb caressing where your shirt was riding up before pulling it down for you.

"I just want to hold you."

You bit back a sigh as he curled into you. His head rested in the crook of your neck, his lips pressing soft kisses along the flesh. "I love you two more than anything in this world."

"HEY!"

You jumped at Naruto's screech, hand flying over your heart as you tried to calm your racing pulse. "Goodness! Naruto, don't do that-"

"Pervy Sage, are you trying to say you don't care about me?!"

You blinked at that; what on earth was he- Oh. You glanced up at Jiraiya, who had gone bright red. He averted your gaze and summoned his willpower to say his following words.

"Fine, I love you three more than anything in this world. Better?" You stifled a laugh as Naruto's face contorted into disgust. "I just said care about, not love. Only my Mom can say that-"

"Goodness, quit being a boy, and sit down. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Oh. Uh, can I go get Ramen with Iruka Sensei, Mom?"

Jiraiya had pulled away from you to grab the plates, but the sentence falling from Naruto's lips made him freeze. This had been the nightly struggle. You shook your head at him before looking at the pot below. "No, you've had Ramen 3 days in a row now. Sit."

"But, MOM. I rarely see Iruka Sensei!!!"

Your e/c eyes shot up to his, anger flashing across your face as you dared him to argue with you. Naruto's brows furrowed as he matched your attitude. Crossing his arms, he looked down at the food you were making - "Let's all just get Ramen then... You were never a good cook anyway, Mom - "

A gasp flew from your lips at the words falling from his, causing Jiraiya to quickly turn to stop you from chasing the suddenly brave child. Naruto's eyes widened as Jiraiya hauled you back; the glare the Sannin sent told him he had hit a nerve. A very, very sensitive nerve.

Silence filled the space as you begrudgingly shut your mouth and returned to getting the veggies heated up.

Naruto bounced on his feet uncomfortably; he didn't mean to hurt your feelings. You used to claim to be a lousy cook. But as he took in all of the dishes surrounding you, did he realize you had been trying to change that. "I'm sorry, Mom..."

"Just sit, please," your whisper caused Jiraiya to move towards the dining room, nodding at Naruto for him to follow.

Silence once again filled the kitchen space, and you rolled your eyes. It was your fault, how Naruto blurted out whatever came to mind. You didn't know how it was possible to still teach him manners and compassion at 13, but here you were, teaching him a very painful lesson.

The vegetables took little time to heat up, and within minutes you had the two food dishes in your hands. You walked carefully towards the Dinning room, but hearing Jiraiya's voice made you pause.

"Your moms just trying to get you to eat healthier, Naruto. Give her some grace."

"But she's never been a stickler about food. I don't know why she's trying now to change that; it was just fine before."

"Because she had no help raising you, she had to substitute where she could. She gave you Ramen so she could have more time to spend with you. But now that I'm around, she's got a second set of hands, and she's just trying to help you get stronger. Along with that, she's 7 months pregnant and trying to be better for the new baby. So please, for her sake at least - Eat the vegetables."

Naruto grew quiet, and you walked into the room with a soft smile on your lips. "Okay, tonight's meal is grilled chicken with green beans," You stated happily as you placed the food on the table. It wasn't the best-looking meal, but it was better than what you used to produce. "Looks good, Honey!" Jiraiya exclaimed as he rubbed his hands together excitedly. He had been the guinea pig of many of your trial dishes, and this one was the best one you've made so far.

Naruto looked up at you sadly, guilt eating him alive as you started to plate their food. He said nothing but smiled kindly at you, handing him his plate. "Thanks, Mom."

You hummed at him before sitting down, grunting as you readjusted your seat. "I can't wait to get him out of me," you joked before looking again at your food. You didn't know why you felt so embarrassed as Naruto and Jiraiya began to cut into their meat. You eyed the breasts, hoping and praying they weren't pink in the middle.

A sigh of relief tumbled from your lips as the centers were stark white. Jiraiya popped a slice of the chicken in his mouth before humming at the flavor - "I swear, Honey, you get better every time you cook."

The smile that graced your lips lit up the room, and Naruto finally began to understand you. You wanted to be a real Mom, and part of being a real Mom was making him eat healthily. It didn't mean Naruto didn't love the mom he had growing up, but he finally comprehended you were just trying to be a better mom. "Thank you, Jiraiya," you whispered sweetly, pride blossoming in your chest as you began to cut into your chicken.

"Wow"

Your eyes flicked up to the blonde, face frozen, hoping he wouldn't be disgusted. "That's good chicken, Mom, and the vegetables with it make it even better." You smiled at him knowingly. This was no Ramen; he was most likely disappointed. But the look he gave you seemed to have told you otherwise. "Really. Mom... This is really good. Thank you"

Your smile morphed into something genuine, "Thank you, honey. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Naruto nodded before digging into the rest of the meal. You reached across the table to softly touch Jiraiya, quietly thanking him for always having your back. Naruto may have hated this change, but you wanted to give him and his brother the best life possible.

And that included them eating their vegetables.

#Jiraiya imagine #jiraiya imagines #jiraiya x reader #jiraiya #Naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader

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bbkissme99 · 8 months

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Kakashi fic work rec

F2l

his hands. F2l

Kakashi, who has been avoiding his feelings for you, has a vivid nightmare and runs to you for comfort in the middle of the night. ♡

𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕒𝕜𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚 ℍ𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖

In a Relationship...

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi with an s/o that sucks at cooking but tries really hard HC

Kakashi with a short s/o Headcanons

HC for Kakashi cuddling his s/o when neither of them can sleep

Dates with Kakashi / Being with him HCs

Kakashi coming home to his s/o after a long mission headcanons

Kakashi x reader [humourous] (Kakashi starting to like some of the same things as his s/o but refusing to admit it)

kakashi and itachi as husbands

boyfriend!kakashi headcanons

How Team 7 figures out Kakashi is Dating

HC for Kakashi’s s/o Kidnapped by Zabuza & Team 7 on Rescue Mission

Team 7: Kakashi imagine pt 1 in a relationship

Team 7: Kakashi imagine (pt2)

Hi! I love your writing! Can I request Kakashi and how he would propose to his long time partner?

How Kakashi, Genma, and iruka would react to reader staring at them while they're talkin

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

• The Morning After •

🔥

NSFW Alphabet Kakashi 🔥

• Bells and Balls •

NSFW Alphabet [Kakashi Hatake]

Alphabet Headcanons 🔥

As Close As Possible 🔥

nsfw headcanons for cockwarming Shisui?

Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.

Can we talk about babymaking sex with Kakashi though?

How Kakashi, Itachi, Sasuke, and Naruto fuck you after a long absence. W/ BONUS Jiraiya

That's What I Thought

Normal things that turn him on NSFW

baby blue dress — kakashi hatake x reader

• YEARNING •

Can I request a noncon Kakashi x virgin! reader?

fwb

Friends with Little Benefit f2l 🔥

fwb relationship but the baka develops feelings

Series

Glitch Masterlist

Just some fluff

reader likes to cuddle things when sleeping.

Hugging Kakashi :

Kissing Kakashi :

• Under Grey Skies •

• Knitted Heartstrings •

•| Right Now Is All We Have|•

• I Love You •

• Panacea •

Tummy touches

Kakashi Fluff Alphabet

nap time

kakashi <3

Kakashi, Iruka and Gai sleeping with them

Baby boyfriend

Konoha sensei’s with a s/o that loves giving and receiving plenty of kisses and cuddles.

Care // Kakashi x fem!reader

sleeping hcs for kakashi

"Your cuteness is making everyone stare, stop it."

Fluff

Sweet || Kakashi x Reader

A Kunai is Not a Knife

idk

Akatsuki!Kakashi

Tipsy Kakashi

𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Under The Skin – Content

Knowing

Revelation

Kakashi w/ a Civilian S/O

KAKASHI ASKING YOU OUT HEADCANONS

Mutual Pining

kissing to prove there's nothing there and there definitely is

Kakashi Finding Out You Read Icha-Icha:

Kakashi Finding out you Read Icha -Icha pt 2

caught in the middle (kind of)

Spilled the beans ||Kakashi x Reader

And If I Say It's You?

Angsty

“Not Alone” - Kakashi Hatake x reader (sfw)

we meet again

"It's okay to cry."

Kakashi is torn between promise made to an old friend and one made to the love of his life..

Anbu

Alone With You (ANBU!Kakashi x Reader)

anbu kakashi in love with a non anbu member whos still a ninja

ANBU!Kakashi x f!reader

Dad!Kakashi

here

Satisfied | Kakashi Hatake x Reader |

[12:16AM] Hatake Kakashi

Pakkun knows it's time. Has felt it coming for a long while, now.

Bathe Me [Kakashi Hatake]

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baka-bakeneko · 1 year

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Slow Down - Jiraiya x Fem! Reader

tags: tsundere feelings, age gap, teasing, denial, guilt, cat-and-mouse, oral sex, nipple sucking, switching positions, praise

word count: 4.5k

synopsis: you, tsunade's ward, decide to take some time for a little rest and relaxation.

a/n: hot. hottie. slut. absolute whore. this man is a slut. he's a slut. look at his slutty waist. he's got a slut mouth. that's a whore, your honor.

It'd been too long since you last had a chance to yourself. School had been running you ragged and, though you couldn't fault her concerns, Tsunade was looming over you at every chance.

Her one closest thing to a niece, she bore down on you and not-so-politely nipped at your heels to keep you in line. But this weekend, you were determined for a full rest and reset.

Finals were coming up and it mattered most when it came to your passing of the class. Your head was crammed with knowledge, replacing a lot of sleep with pop quizzes.

You leaned against the counter of the inn, waiting for the keeper to produce a key for you. It was just within your range to also buy two dinners consecutively as long as you slept throughout the day.

There was not a lot you planned to do aside from that; between the bed and the hot spring, you were ready to shut your brain off for the time you had.

"So sorry for that wait," the keeper apologized, producing a key and some new sheets.

"Not a problem," you said with a shake of your head, bowing slightly in a sign of respect. "Thank you."

As soon as you opened the door to your room, you decided on a drink. One drink was enough to soothe your wired nerves.

Dropping off your satchel, you left the inn and walked a short distance to the ramen shop. Sitting down heavily, you waited before ordering a single drink of rum.

"Make that two," a voice chimed in, its orginator sitting down heavily next to you.

You glanced over at the person, noting the long white hair before cracking into a smile.

"Jiraiya-san, how nice it is to see you again," you offered, tilting your head at Tsunade's "suitor".

"Hello anata," Jiraiya responded, turning to face you before scanning your face.

His eyes slowly dipped from your chin, not chalantly following the fold of your kimono which also rested on the curve of your chest.

You blinked in disbelief before folding your arm up and resting it on the table, obscuring his ogling. Jiraiya didn't bat an eye, only drifted his eyes further down to take in your bare crossed legs.

With a shift of your knee, you watched his eyes drift to your backside, almost admiring all he could see. Every bare inch of your skin burned at his glare, your heart racing at the feeling of being focused on.

You gulped, clearing your throat as you regained yourself; Tsunade mentioned many times before the old man was a pervert.

He craved the sight of women and took it in most ways he could. Still, your stomach fluttered with catching the man's attention.

But he was after Tsunade in the end, so you pulled your ankles in tighter then adjusted the back of your kimono over the tops of your thighs.

"How are you? It's been a while since you came by sensei's residence."

Jiraiya huffed as the cook approached with the drinks, along with a bowl of ramen.

"I've been told to stay away, due to your studies. But now you're here."

"As are you," you added, reaching for your rum and taking a sip. "You could go see her now, why don't you?"

Jiraiya raised a brow at you, leaning on his elbow before chuckling. "Wanting to get rid of me? You take after her so well."

You shook your head, fearing you'd hurt the old man's feelings. "That's not what I meant..."

"Just as well," Jiraiya said with a wave of his hand. "And enough pleasantries, I'm fine where I am."

His words lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, unsure if you were the reason he wanted to stay. The more you thought about it, it had to be the ramen and drinks.

"Oh," you punctated, turning back to take another pull from your drink.

"How are your studies coming along?"

You tittered against your cup, glancing over at the white-hair before setting your drink down. "I thought we were past pleasantries. My studies are fine, they're bound to do my head in. I came here to relax."

Jiraiya hummed in response then reached to pat your knee; every light tap of his fingers sent shock waves through you, practically driving you to be wet.

You shifted again, adjusting your head as if it were screwed on too tight. The thought was unwarranted and he was just being friendly, cordial.

"And I'm sure she's not helping with the stress."

That you could agree on. You tilted your cup out for him to clink his glass to yours.

"I won't say anything more about it," you said, biting your tongue to say anything negative about Tsunade.

"Can't blame her for it all, though," Jiraiya added, picking up his glass to clink with yours.

He leaned forward with a grin, so genuine and flawless. The curve of his lips was almost inviting.

"That's true," you offered, bringing back your glass to finish off your drink. "Finals are around the corner, I've been needing to stop cramming."

Jiraiya hummed in response, taking a light sip of his rum while you set your glass down. You looked at the ramen shop owner and tapped your glass, silently asking for more.

"Cramming? Don't think you're smart enough?" Jiraiya asked innocently, turning his body towards you and leaning his elbow on the counter.

You looked to the bowl of ramen in front of his arm, the steam rolling off of the noodles and broth. Straightening up, you readjusted your kimono then shifted to face the old man.

"That's not it," you began, mirroring his lounging stature. With a deep exhale, you tilted your head further into your head then slowly blinked at him. "I'm smart enough, but I feel like I'll forget something on that day."

Jiraiya reached out and rested his hand on your knee, keeping it there while you choked out a casual breath. You wondered if the old man would notice that your chest was stuttering; you could feel his rough fingers over the cap of your knee, now softly trailing in a line on your thigh.

The band strapped over his palm was flush to your kneecap and you felt like you were imagining that his touch was drifting up.

You groaned, turning your face into your palm. Jiraiya's face furrowed all at once, his bottom lip pulling out in a pitiful frown.

"That doesn't sound like you," Jiraiya muttered, pulling back his hand from your leg to grab his glass.

You shook your head. "You don't know me."

Jiraiya scoffed against his glass, taking a long swig. "That's not fair, I know plenty about you."

You pulled yourself up again and glared at him under a knitted, concerned brow. "Like what?"

"You're a smart young woman," Jiraiya repeated back, almost rehearsed before taking his final pull. "You're a great young scholar, you take good care of your aunt..."

You suddenly backed off, remembering Tsunade and this man as her suitor. You looked down at your glass as the shop owner returned to refill your drink.

Jiraiya cut his distance from you, putting his warm, damp lips to the shell of your ear. You were overcome with the scent of sweet rum on his breath, stiffening at the heat that wafted from his thick chest.

"I know that you're practically wet for me. I saw that you liked when I touched you."

Your breath hitched, slowly reaching for your glass again to avoid looking at the man. You tried to shake your head but knew you were lying to yourself.

Jiraiya's free hand slid around the floor near your thigh, circling to your backside before slipping a few curious fingers under the short side of your kimono.

You tilted your chin and shied away from his touch, only to feel his other hand on your knee.

"Am I getting things right so far?" He asked, a cocky tone dripping with filth directly into your ear.

You almost whined at the sensation, feeling his baritone drop into you and pool directly in your stomach. Now the attention was getting hotter, turning into a bit of desperation.

With a turn of your head, you were caught against Jiraiya's nose, now breathing in from his slightly parted lips.

"Shit," you whimpered, feeling Jiraiya's hand drift further up your thigh. "I-I can't."

With every low breath shared, you knew that if you went through with this man, you'd break Tsunade's heart. But Jiraiya was hot, and this man was the first you'd encountered away from your studies.

You freakishly broke away, crawling out of Jiraiya's approach. With a push to your feet, you ran your hand through your hair then reached to pull your kimono closed.

"I-I'm sorry," you said, backing towards the exit of the shop. "I have to go."

With a quick turn, you picked up your walking pace back to inn, holding yourself close together.

You shut the door of your room harshly behind you, groaning loudly at what you had just walked away from. The man was so close to you, so inviting to you and you shied away from him.

Your mind raced at the thought of betraying Tsunade, knowing that she kept him at an arms length for a reason. And despite all of her warnings about him, you wanted that attention.

Folding your hand to your heart, you steadied your breathing. Shutting your eyes, you were taken back to his caress on your skin and his lips inches from yours.

You snapped out of it again, knowing that it was a pipe dream. Tsunade knew right by warning you, your mind was warring against his actions from her words.

A pervert. He was truly a pervert, preying on his sweetheart's ward. There was nothing special about it. He was acting in the way Tsunade warned.

Your trembling heart turned to harsh pounding, now running your hands through your hair in frustration. Of course there was nothing special about you to set you apart from the rest.

You couldn't hold a flame to your guardian; you were running on a fool's delusion. Slowly you came down from your high, opening your eyes to your room before angrily storming about.

You were not going to let the old man derail your relaxation. His ploy would not cloud your mind with feelings when you came here to feel nothing at all.

Grabbing your towel and robe, you left the room in a huff and stamped, on a mission, to the hot springs.

You pulled your hair from your face, taking it into a small band at the nape of your neck. Leaning your head back, you stared up at the tall stones surrounding the yard.

Relaxation. This is what you wanted in the first place. You inhaled warm steam into your lungs, allowed yourself to sink further into the water while trying to stay awake.

The right amount of rum in your belly on an empty stomach was a delectable combination to make you light-headed. You skirted your hands over the clear water, making ripples in the silence of the dark night now.

With a hum, you closed your eyes for a long moment. That was until you felt a presence in your space. You slowly opened your eyes, noticing a flash of pale skin to your left.

Looking above you, you caught onto Jiraiya's eyes as he tilted his head in curiosity.

"Anata," he said with a cordial bow.

You groaned, sitting up and moving away from your spot in the spring. Wading across the pool, you glanced over as the old man stepped out of his sandals and entered the water.

With a cross of your arms, you folded your body close to a wall of the pool and attempted to willfully ignore him.

Jiraiya paid you no mind, draping his arms over the edge of the spring with a deep exhale. "A beautiful night."

You huffed, rolling your eyes at him; once again, you felt your search for relaxation interrupted.

"Are you following me?" You asked, turning your back fully to the man while you crossed your arms over the spring.

Jiraiya laughed, throwing his head back with a boisture that rippled through the calm waters. You felt an embarrassed shock peel down your spine, making you feel cold.

With a clench of your jaw, you used your arms as leverage and attempted to pull yourself out of the water.

Your effort to leave again was halted by Jiraiya's hand gripping your ankle and tugging you back in. Glaring over your shoulder at his hand touching your body, then to the man himself, you yanked your foot back and turned to sit at the edge of the pool.

"What do you want from me?" You seethed, suddenly as frigid as you could be. All warmth and happy rum had seared out of your body, your lightheadedness only dissipating into the cool spring night.

"What?" Jiraiya asked with a coy grin. "I can't play?"

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms tight again. "Not at your age."

Jiraiya chuckled lowly, turning his head away before turning back. He stared deeply into your eyes, the amusement in the darkness slowly falling to soft intrigue.

"Fair enough," he said with a soft smile. Jiraiya's eyes broke from yours with a long drag down your body, taking doubly of every part of interest to him.

You crossed your legs tightly, not allowing him another peek at anything else. "Your games are not of my interest. I know your interest in Tsunade."

Jiraiya exhaled, almost deflated before flipping his hand over the top of the water to splash you. "I know my interests. I have them here, only here."

You cut your eyes over to him again, then away, unconvinced. "I'll tell sensei then."

Jiraiya moved so fluently, so swiftly, that you didn't have time to respond as he planted his hands on either side of your hips and forced himself to eye level with you.

"Do it, then," Jiraiya spat lowly, cutting his eyes down to your lips then further to admire the curve of your chest tucked behind your forearms.

You rolled your eyes harder, leaning away from him in disgust though your heart was betraying you. Against your calf, you felt his toned thigh and when you glanced at his body, you realized that wasn't the case.

Your breath caught, yoyoing itself in your nostrils to ignore his scent. "You disgust me, you old pervert."

Jiraiya pulled away with another roarous bout of laughter. "As if I hadn't heard that before."

You uncrossed your legs, then recrossed them the opposite direction. You cocked your jaw at the man's words, willing yourself to not let him get to you now.

"You're a bad liar as you are a beautiful woman," Jiraiya offered, leaning against a side of the spring with an elbow propped up.

"Your lines are as bad as your moves," you retorted, slowly losing steam against him.

Jiraiya puckered his lips in thought; his hand softly rested on your knee, making you melt internally.

"Is that so?" he asked with a curious tilt of his chin, watching you intently.

You stared at him, wanting to sneer at his touch but the heat gathered in your thighs. You uncrossed them again but pressed your thighs tight to keep his eyes off.

"That means nothing for you," you said with clearing of your throat.

Jiraiya nodded, biting back a champion's grin. "I know."

His hand slowly slid further up, his body moving back in front of you. Jiraiya met your gaze once more, this time cutting closer to share a few steamy breaths.

"It means nothing for me," Jiraiya repeated, his hand slowly grazing your thigh before slipping between them. "Right? That you're hot for me this instant."

You tried to turn away from him, but felt compelled to keep his gaze now. Your brows furrowed in frustration, craving a bit more of his admiring touch.

"You still like that I touch you," Jiraiya soothed, continuing his hand's journey further up before meeting the plushy inside of your thigh to your hip.

His damp knuckles brushed innocently enough against your pussy, slowly driving a low keen from you.

You wanted to shake your head at him, deny his astute observations. But your body was betraying you while your head was being done in.

Your mind was barking Tsunade's name, hoping to pull you out of the pervert's trance and back to your room. However, your nipples ached against your forearms from the arousal he was driving into you.

"Your mind is too full right now," Jiraiya began, his other hand reaching to pull your other thigh further open. "I can ease that for you."

Your sneer slowly fell away to inhale a bit more of Jiraiya's sweet breath, opening your mouth to receive a kiss.

Jiraiya tsked before your mouth, shaking his head slowly and nudging his nose to yours. "I can't kiss you yet."

You withheld a whine, having lowered your defense for this man. When you tried to combat his statement, Jiraiya sank down into the water until his shoulders were level under your thighs.

Suddenly, you were more vulnerable before. Your hands unfolded from your chest and went to hide your open thighs from him.

Jiraiya politely pulled your hands away, glancing up your body to reassure you.

"Jiraiya, I--" you tried, ready to clamp your thighs shut around his head.

The old man shushed you, curling his arms around your thighs to hold them apart. He dragged his lips, which felt colder than moments before, up your inner thigh.

Dotting your skin with side licks while he approached your already-wet pussy. You kept your breathing low, hoping to not over-excite yourself as he inched closer to your hot core.

"Jiraiya," you said, turning into a plead as your hands went to brace yourself.

"I know," Jiraiya whispered, finally descending upon your pussy with his outstretched tongue.

He flattened it to your lips, splitting between them to gather your wetness. It was instantly vulgar, making you turn away from him.

Jiraiya hummed a bit of laughter, pulling back slightly to swallow. "Don't be so uptight."

He returned to your pussy, smushing his nose to your clit while his tongue slowly slid into you. It was instantaneous, straightening up on his mouth with your back aligning upright.

A hand found its place against the back of his head, ready to push him further into you. The heat he pushed through you was euphoric, enlivening every molecule of your skin with a new feeling of warmth.

"Ffffuck," you drew out, exclaiming to the night sky as Jiraiya slurped at his own pace inside of you.

Every nudge of his nose caused you to twitch, your thighs draped over his shoulders and your ankles crossing in the middle of his back.

The lightheadedness returned, this time causing you to roll your eyes while you slowly worked up a menial rock of your hips.

Jiraiya hummed in light encouragement, the noise vibrating through you. A pervert, yes, but a good one at that.

You followed his lead, slowly building your noises to a breathy pitch; it exclaimed out of you as you finally saw bright cartoonish stars, coming hard on the old man's face as you held him against you.

"Jiraiya, god," you immediately deflated, no longer to hold yourself upright from the release.

You slumped to the soft pebbles of the courtyard, your arms draped over your head while you tried to catch your breath.

Jiraiya pulled his face from you with a crass slurp, cleaning up as much of your juices as he could before climbing out of the hot spring. You watched as he sloshed a few handfuls of water on his face, rinsing away your gleam from him.

You rested your head back and stared at the darkness above you; your mind rushed back into place, remembering what you had just done. What you let the old man do.

"Don't start thinking now," Jiraiya muttered, tossing a towel over your body. "Let's go inside."

Jiraiya followed you carefully into your room, holding the knot of his towel tightly on his waist. You moved breezily to your bed, sitting down on the edge while you tried to keep your eyes off of Jiraiya.

The way he moved was careful, side stepping from the door to sit down behind you on the bed. He said nothing else, only reached for your hand and guided you to stand before him.

His touch was methodical, caressing your forearms before tugging at the flap of your towel. Slowly, it unraveled from you and left you standing in its wake.

The water dried from your skin, leaving you open and bare for Jiraiya to take in. His fingers traced over your waist and up before grabbing your breasts.

You sighed deeply at his squeeze, feeling his knee nudge between yours as you were led closer to Jiraiya.

He opened his mouth and took your nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue to harden the nub. You were suddenly straddling his thigh, feeling the remnants of pleasure wisp between your legs.

"You're a quick learner," Jiraiya joked as you lost strength in your knees and sat directly on his lap.

You rolled your eyes dreamily, feeling his hands curl around your back and follow the curve to your ass. He pressed you closer to his chest, guiding you to grind on his thigh.

"So artful, like a fox," he praised, pulling his lips up to your collar.

Finally, he kissed your skin and you reacted in a way like you were tickled. You squirmed nervously on him, not gaining an inch away.

Jiraiya held at your ass, lifting you slightly to swing your leg over his other leg. With a glance down, you noted that his cock was now free from the short towel about his waist.

He raised a brow at your stare, almost eager though your cheeks were blushing.

"It will fit," he assured, for lack of a better word, cockily.

You hummed, not confident in the slightest at the size of him. He was curved, standing at attention and surpassing his belly button to meet the divet in his abs.

"I'll be gentle," Jiraiya whispered, gaining your attention with draping your arms over his shoulders. "You set your own pace."

You gulped at that, hiking your knee to the bed before raising up on them. Jiraiya crossed his arms gently around the small of your back, tilting his head back to smile at you.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down on him, wiggling your hips until his tip finally caught on your entrance. Your face contorted in immediate want, the heat from his cock already causing you to sweat.

With another soft wiggle, Jiraiya slipped into you; he was large, enveloped in your walls so tightly it was as if he was making his mold on you.

Your eyes rolled the more you sank on him, not hiding the pleasure of insertion with a prolonged moan. When you were flush to his lap, you twitched at your clit touching his pelvis.

"See?" Jiraiya smiled sultrily, leaning in to kiss your eyelids. "A fast learner."

He leaned away from you, propping himself up on his elbows as you planted your hands to his chest. Jiraiya's hand reached to squeeze at your ass in light encouragement before you slowly shifted to raise up from his cock.

The old man tilted his head back with a low groan, the sound filling the room and you with encouragement. The filth was growing on you, rolling your hips after you slid back down on him.

You went again, up and down on Jiraiya's cock, feeling him jab directly to the hilt. Your knees clenched at his hips, the sensation stopping you with a shockwave rushing through you.

Jiraiya raised his head at you, quirking a brow at your hesitation. He sat upright and crossed his arm tight across the small of your back before picking you up.

Jiraiya braced a hand to your hip, the other on the wall as he leaned into you and slowly began to pump. You were putty then, your knees jolting at each solid stroke the old man gave.

Still deep inside you, Jiraiya propped you up on the dresser by the television. He spread your legs around his waist, allowing you to deepen his impact.

"Here, let me teach you."

He rested his forehead against yours, opening his mouth with a breathy pant. Your eyes focused on his, staring into the darkness of them and the red streaking his cheeks.

Without saying anything, Jiraiya drove you further perverted. Your hands braced his chest, running over the puckered outline of his scar with admiration.

He began slamming his hips into you, driving the skin-slapping noise to echo through the hotel room. "You feel devine, you taste like ambrosia, what else is there?"

His sudden speaking made you quiver, your hand trembling against his skin.

"I'd like to fuck you all night," he hissed outwardly through his teeth, reacting to your throbbing walls.

You nodded, your face pinched in pleasure. You wanted the same thing though your body was tightening to a finale.

"I'd like to eat you 'til you whine," Jiraiya whispered against your lips, ready to kiss you. "I want to have all of you."

You shook your head then, overwhelmed with his words and his thrusts. You sobbed in a high pitch, your stomach tightening with the build-up of sensations.

You smacked at his chest for him to stop in a failed effort to hold on longer, but soon you were twitching and unfurling with the pervert's name on your lips.

"Jiraiya," you panted, moaning in his face for him to know exactly what you had done to him.

He grinned devilishly then, flashing his teeth for the first time before taking your lips in a hard kiss. Jiraiya continued pumping through your orgasm, driving your wetness down his thighs and egging him to come.

He hissed when he pulled out of you, resting his cock against your clit before stroking himself to release. The pervert painted you with his cum, stopping to rub his head against your clit and caused you to twitch again.

Breaking away from your kiss, Jiraiya backed away to sit on the edge of your bed. He stared at you and the mess he made with a sense of pride.

You caught your breath, now curled halfway on the wall and the dresser with your legs dangling down. You also took in the mess the pervert made of you.

Still, your eyes flicked over to him, saw his eyes trained on your hungry cunt. You cocked your jaw at him as he pulled his gaze up to you.

Your mind was going to be off studying for the night at least.

#jiraiya fanfic #jirayia #jiraiya naruto #jiraiya x reader #bakeneko

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azurelyy · 1 year

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I posted 758 times in 2022

That's 758 more posts than 2021!

349 posts created (46%)

409 posts reblogged (54%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 628 of my posts in 2022

Only 17% of my posts had no tags

#ask away - 237 posts

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#naruto fanfiction - 54 posts

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Longest Tag: 69 characters

#not 100% certain if it’s good i write like i’m from the 1970’s though

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hey! How are you doing? I saw that your requests are open and I was wondering if you'd be willing to write something smutty for Jiraiya? Maybe he comes home to his girlfriend and they've been missing each other so much? Thank you so much ❤

Hi, Nonnie! I am okay. Got COVID over the weekend and despite being triple-vaxxed, it totally kicked my ass. Am slowly getting over it. I hope you're doing good! <;3.

Not gonna lie, I saw Jiraiya's name and blacked out. This was the result. Hope you enjoy! (I am tagging @sneetsnoot because we share this Jiraiya obsession lol)

Title: Eight Hours & Sixty Days 🍋

Pairing: Jiraiya x f!reader

Warnings: Size kink, "Daddy" kink, age gap, praise, orgasm denial, dumbification, female masturbation, unprotected sex, cookie monster!Jiraiya, soft dom!Jiraiya, slight infantilization, aftercare

Word Count: 4.5k

Eight hours and sixty days. Eight hours and sixty days since Jaraiya the Gallant last kissed you, last touched you, last talked to you; but to you - as you watched the sixtieth sun disappear behind the horizon, as the sky faded from navy to black, as the snow turned blue from the absence of the warm glow of the brightest star - it may as well have been a lifetime. You sighed, releasing the heavy ball and chain that tugged at your heart, as you stood from the chair on your balcony and entered into your little apartment.

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329 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

Hiii! I hope you're doing well ♡ congrats on 100 followers!!

For the event , can I please get #7 of the smut prompt with shikamaru and a female reader?

Ally, you deserve so much better than me! 🥺 I am so sorry this took me forever. Obviously I didn’t plan this event very well lol. I am hoping the length of this one will make up for how long this took me.

Hopefully you like it! 🖤 I had a lot of fun writing it, and it’s actually my first NSFW for Shikamaru! I know, crazy. Oh, and as we discussed in our DMs, this has Prompt 10 since Prompt 7 was taken!

Words: 3.5k

🍋 Prompt: “Oh, how we’re going to hurt each other.”

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, semi-public sex, closet sex, oral (f!receiving), wall sex, unprotected sex. Mentions: Sasuke, Ino, Naruto, and Sakura (NaruSaku)

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389 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

Hi, congrats to 100 supporters ayyyyy👏🏻You deserve it love!

Can I propose smut prompt nr 7 with Kakashi and a fem reader? And maybe a jealous friends to lovers thing?

I hope this is ok, again congrats!!!

Hi! Thank you so much! 🥺 You are too sweet.

You can propose anything with Kakashi. 😏 I, once again, went feral writing for my favorite Sensei... lol. I hope you enjoy and thanks again for requesting something!

P.S. Sorry I am kind of mean to Genma?

Words: 3.8k

🍋 Prompt: "You should be kissed. And often. And by someone who knows how."

Warnings: oral (f!recieving), soft dom!Kakashi, over-over-overstimulation, orgasm denial, jealous!Kakashi, face sitting, rimming, dumbification

The fire’s flame flicked across your neck, hugging each curve delicately the way he wished he could as you leaned in to the chestnut haired man next to you, your plump lips curved into a cunning smile with wild eyes, like little monsoons. Kakashi convinced himself the reason he was burning up was due to the large bonfire just a few feet in front of him, but the longer he glared at the way Genma’s hand rested over yours on your knee, he wondered if he was being completely honest with himself.

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400 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

Rain Rendezvous ☁️

Literally nobody asked for this but I had to get it out to the universe. I really hope ya’ll enjoy!

Pairing: Sasuke x f!reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of adult content, minor NSFW hints, soft sasuke, minor heartache, comfort fic, slow burn

Word Count: 6.5k

Sasuke cursed under his breath as he ran along the muddied, contorted path. The field surrounding him was pitch black, the only illumination coming from the chaotic bursts of lightning in the distance, showing that this long forgotten path was leading him to one of the smallest villages he had ever seen.

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437 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hear me out… Dilf!Nanami who is obsessed with your tight little babysitter pussy, who can’t help himself from tasting you when he comes home from work to find you cleaning dishes in his kitchen. Those thigh-high socks are for him, right? That short skirt is so he can glimpse your peachy butt when you bend just a little too far over the counter, yeah?

Dilf!Nanami who is going to force you to answer that call on your phone whilst he eating you out like a starving man. Who is going to have you gushing on his mouth whilst you explain to your boyfriend that you’ll be home late…

Dilf!Nanami who is never going to let you go now he has tasted you on his tongue.

🧁 anon

Oh my lorddddd, 🧁 Anon... You have truly slayed me!

I am sorry this took so long. I wanted to make this into a full fic but I think my headcanon format will work best for this one. <3. This is my first time writing for everyone's favorite Daddy, so hopefully I portrayed him well.

NSFW beneath the cut - Minors DNI!

Warnings: NSFW, cheating, oral (f!recieving), finger sucking, dilf!Nanami

This truly was never his intention.

Had he admired your body from afar for months now? Yes.

Did he torture himself every day by imagining the way his teeth could drag your cat-patterned panties down your thick thighs? Yes.

Did he often find his hand wrapped around his cock after you called him 'Nanami-san' at the end of your shift, your voice all sleepy and raspy due to the short nap you took on his living room sofa? Again, yes.

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488 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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October Ficlets

Take It Out On The Leaves - Hotaru and Katsura

Scarecrow-Sensei - Team Gai + Kakashi

Pumpkin Carving - KakaShizune

No One Likes Candy Corn- KakaIru

Book Club- Yua and Jiraiya

Morning Surprise - ShinoTen

Hello, Kitty - Pakkun

The Most F***able Ass in Konoha - Gai X Reader (Explicit)

Dog Bite - Kakagai

TeamWork Is Best -SakuLee

Fall Tradition - Kakashi, Yamato and Gai

#Gai X Reader #KakaShizune #Team Gai #Hatake Kakashi #Oc: Hatake Hotaru #Friend’s OC: Katsura #OC: Hatake Yua #Jiraiya #ShinoTen #Pakkun #October Ficlets

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brrahbrrahcharacterimagines · 2 years

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Illness and Jealousy (Jiraiya x Reader)

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Pairing: Jiraiya x Reader

Word Count: 3434

Warnings: Angst, minor cursing, mentions of illness and vomiting (not graphic)

A/N: Currently obsessed with the idea of Hanahaki disease because I love me some unrequited love angst

You had known the man for years. Being a civilian, you were always interested in the Shinobi of the Hidden Leaf Village. Working in the local library meant that you ended up seeing them more often than other civilians typically did, with Genin and Jonin alike coming in to read up on anything from battle tactics to new recipes.

The first time you met him, he walked in with a stack of books in his arms.

"Well you're a more attractive librarian than I had pictured," said a male's voice confidently. Not seeing him walk in, you jumped in alarm and whipped around with your pen ready to strike.

"Woah now," he continued, setting the books down to put his hands up in mock defense. He smirked at you, and you lowered what would have been an insufficient weapon had he actually been there to harm you.

"I'm sorry," you said bashfully, hurriedly clearing some papers off the counter to make room for the man's books. "I usually hear the bell go off above the door, but it broke last week and-" you looked up at the man, finally registering his features. He was taller than you, and he possessed some of the broadest shoulders you had ever seen. His thick white hair was long, scruffy yet somehow it suited him. On his forehead was a headpiece resembling a Shinobi headband, which explained why he looked so large and strong. Realizing you had been staring, you cleared your throat and turned your attention to the books in front of you. "Did you have some books you wanted to return?"

"No," he said, still as confident as when he arrived. "I was actually hoping you would like to stock these. I wrote them myself."

You weren't sure what to say at first. Nobody had ever come in before with such a proposition.

"Huh?"

The man seemed confused at your reaction, having expected more of an actual answer.

"Well, you see," he said, quickly losing the confident bravado in his tone. "When I was younger the toads predicted I would write books, and eventually I did. They're legends, action novels. Well, the ones on top are. The ones lower down are a bit more..." He paused, as if thinking of a different word than the one he wanted to use. "Graphic."

Not addressing what he said about toads, you slid the books on top to the side to see what he meant, and one look at the titles had your face growing hot.

He meant they were 'erotic'.

As you moved the other books back into place, your eyes grew wide as you realized the name at the bottom of each cover. You looked up in shock.

"Are you Jiraiya, the Toad Sage?"

Suddenly the random toad mention made a lot more sense. Not to mention all the clues about him being a ninja. His smirk came back to his face, confidence returning as well.

"Why yes I am."

You exchanged a few moments in silence before you cleared your throat and turned your attention back to the books, unsure of what else to say on that note.

"I've never had anybody propose that I add their books to my collection before," you said. Yet, you thought back to what you have heard about his writing before. While you had not had time to read them yourself, you had heard great things about the novels written by Jiraiya in the past from those who had. Even the dirtier ones received high praise. "But, I'll allow it."

His face lit up.

"Oh thank you!" He said, beaming. You smiled back at him, trying to ignore the way your stomach filled with butterflies at the way he grinned at you.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around," you said. He winked in response before turning to leave.

"You can count on it."

To your surprise, Jiraiya returned to the library only a few days later. He came with a bag, and the contents clanked together as he sat it down on the counter. Thankfully this time you heard him as he walked in.

"Y/n!" He exclaimed with a smile. You had no idea how he knew your name, but you liked the way he said it.

"Hi Jiraiya, it's nice to see you again!" You greeted him warmly. "What's in your bag?"

"Tools," he said, the same, somewhat dopey smile on his face as he looked at you. "I'm here to fix your bell."

Immediately you felt a little embarrassed. Thankful, but embarrassed.

"You don't have to do that," you began to protest, but as soon as you could begin Jiraiya picked his tools back up and cut you off.

"I figured I could come fix it to make up for scaring you the other day. Besides, this way I won't be able to scare you in the future."

Does he plan to come in more often?

You watched as he fixed the door bell, sneaking glances at him as you put books back in their places on the shelves. Before you knew it he was done, bidding you a 'see you later' before heading out. You sighed, already feeling something in your chest that you wanted to go away. You hoped that he didn't actually plan to come more often, or else you feared this feeling would grow stronger.

Jiraiya did end up coming in more often, but the more he did the less you cared about the way you felt about him. Every smile in your direction made you let your guard down, thinking it might not be all that bad to have feelings for the man. You'd heard stories of how he was a flirt, but it didn't make you think any less of him.

You began seeing him outside of the library, deciding to both go out to eat together after one of your shifts, or meeting him for lunch another time. Eventually you became good friends, inviting him over to your house at least once a week. The more you saw him, the more you fell for him. Yet at the same time, it became harder to see him as every time you invited him anywhere you had to add as friends. It hurt your heart every time.

One night, after too many rounds of drinks for both of you, the two of you made your way back to your apartment. You stumbled in, taking a few tries to get your key to turn in the lock. Jiraiya followed, plopping down on your couch with a huff as if he owned the place. You didn't mind, he'd been there so often you weren't surprised that he felt comfortable.

"Y/n?" He said softly, making your ears perk up.

"Yes Jiraiya?" You asked, making your way over to your living room, placing yourself down in a chair across from Jiraiya's position.

"Have you ever been in love?"

Your heart stopped for a moment, then began racing faster than it had ever before.

"What?" You stammered.

"Have you ever been in love?" The alcohol in Jiraiya's body must have made him blind to your reaction, believing you just hadn't heard him the first time as he nonchalantly repeated himself. "I think I am."

There was no way you would be able to calm your pulse now. Your head was spinning from both the alcohol and his words, though you felt as if the shock and stress was beginning to sober you up.

"You are?"

"Yea," he said with a dreamy smile, glancing into the distance. "You know, I flirt with a lot of women. But man, there's only one woman for me." He looked over at you with that same dreamy, lazy smile. You couldn't help but smile back at him.

"I've been in love before," you admitted. Jiraiya nodded in understanding.

"Have you ever met Tsunade, Y/n?"

With those words your smile faltered and you felt your whole chest get tighter. You had read the situation wrong. He wasn't talking about you. You tried to respond with something, anything, but nothing would come out of your mouth. You felt like there was too much saliva in your mouth, and yet your throat still felt impossibly dry.

"Man, she's a woman if I've ever seen one. Flat as a board Tsunade from the Academy really grew up, in more ways than one," he said with a suggestive raise of his brows. You may have been in a state of shock and hurt, but you were able to register every word he said. "Not to mention our history. I've been in love with her for so long, I don't know if I'd ever be able to truly love anyone else."

At that moment, your dry throat felt even worse. You must have had more alcohol than you thought, as you had to race to the bathroom before you made a mess all over your carpet. Retching into the porcelain throne, you were thankful Jiraiya hadn't followed you.

He's probably too lost in thought about Tsunade, you thought bitterly. You felt horrible about it; you liked Tsunade. But you couldn't help but resent her a little for being such a strong object of his obsession.

Finally your heaving came to a stop, and you reached to flush what remained before making your way back to your living room. As you reached however, something caught your eye. It almost looked like a flower petal, and you rubbed your eyes to try and make the object more clear. Still, it persisted.

You flushed and left the bathroom anyway, sure that the alcohol was simply taking a toll on you. You told Jiraiya goodnight, welcoming him to sleep on the couch which he gladly accepted. You made your way back to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you before flopping onto the bed. Alone, finally processing his words, you let yourself cry. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.

Jiraiya was gone in the morning. This was pretty typical of him, having business he had to attend to much earlier in the day than you did. You got up, making yourself a cup of tea before getting ready for your day. Thankfully it was your day off, so you would be able to nurse your minor hangover in peace.

You sat down on the couch, trying not to think about how Jiraiya's presence lingered. If you thought about it too hard, you knew you would cry. You didn't want to waste your day off crying about a man, much less a man who was in love with someone else.

You finished your tea, getting up to put the cup in the sink. As you stood, you felt a lump rise in your throat. Before you knew it you were hunched over your kitchen trash can, emptying the entire cup you just drank. Unmistakably, you noticed soft white petals among everything else as you emptied anything that was left in your stomach.

Just how drunk was I last night? You thought. Surely I wouldn't have eaten a literal flower.

It was over as soon as it began, leaving you with a tight feeling in your throat and a wave of confusion. Pushing it to the back of your mind, you went about your day.

You picked up the kitchen, made your bed, and anything else that made you feel productive. Cleaning helped you clear your head, not to mention made you feel better on days you did work since you were able to come home to a clean house.

As you went to put the final pillow on your bed, you felt a familiar lump rise in your throat. Again, you saw flower petals. Although this time, there were unmistakable leaves entwined as well. Whether you were seeing these for real, or just going crazy, three times was enough. You needed to see a doctor.

The hospital felt cold. The waiting room was uninviting, and while the patient rooms were a bit nicer they still left you feeling uneasy. you had never liked going to see the doctor. The nurses came in, asking you enough questions to know that the doctor would need to do some tests.

Before you knew it you had been poked prodded, and everything in between. You knew it was bad when the nurse returned, motioning you to follow them to the doctor's personal office.

As you sat down in one of the chairs facing the desk, you took a deep breath as the doctor began to speak.

"I'm afraid you have Hanahaki disease." He said, giving you a knowing look. "I know most people think it's a myth, but all of the tests came back positive. With your symptoms being what they are, we are sure that this is the correct diagnosis."

Surprisingly, you didn't feel scared. If anything, you were relieved at the demystification of the disease. You knew you weren't crazy; you weren't making it up.

"You only have two courses of action," explained the doctor. "The first is to tell the one you love how you feel. If they reciprocate those feelings, you will cough up the rest of your petals and get better. However, if they don't reciprocate those feelings, your disease will progress to the next stage. You would survive, but your quality of life would be severely diminished."

You nodded, encouraging the doctor to continue as you took it all in.

"Your second course of action would be to refrain from telling the one you love. Your disease will progress more slowly, but you would only be able to survive until they marry another, at which point the thorns in your lungs would constrict until it would be impossible for you to breathe. Do you understand?"

You nodded again. Although there were only two options, there was a lot to process concerning the heavy decision you would have to make.

You made your way back to your home, taking your time to enjoy the city around you. Konoha was always beautiful this time of year, the sun only making the colors of the season more vibrant.

You arrived home, placing the pile of medical papers you were sent with on the kitchen counter. Deciding to do something that always helped you think, you got in the shower.

The water was hot, almost to the point it burned. As it cascaded over your shoulders and down your back, all you could think about was if you should tell Jiraiya. And if you did, what would you even say? Your heart ached as you thought about his words before. No matter what words you used to tell him, the results would be the same. He was in love with Tsunade. Your aching heart was soon accompanied by a tightness in your throat, the flower petals rearing again.

As your chest and throat began to feel a bit better, you got out of the shower. Dressing in some comfortable pajamas, you decided to grab a quick snack before going to bed for the night. You weren't going to be able to think about it any more tonight.

You walked out to the kitchen, when suddenly a voice made all of your alarm bells ring.

"Who is it?" Said the voice lowly. You jumped, eyes scanning the room until your eyes settled on Jiraiya. He was holding one of your files in his hands, your diagnosis clearly apparent to him now.

"How did you get in here?" You demanded, trying to steer his attention away from the paper, yet to no avail.

"Who it is?" He asked again, his voice raising in volume as he eyes rose to meet your own. They were full of hurt, although he was trying to make sure his voice didn't show that fact.

"Jiraiya, I-" You said, mouth dry. You weren't prepared to tell him. You couldn't tell him.

He slammed the paper down, making you jump a little as he never showed that kind of frustration around you. You knew that Jiraiya is strong. you'd ogled his muscles enough to know that, but he had never reacted this way in front of you before.

"Damnit Y/n," he said, rubbing his face with his hand. He moved it towards the top of his head, running his fingers through his hair in a move that you would have found attractive had the situation been any different. "Please."

His voice broke on his last word, making your heart break as well. Jiraiya looked up at you with sad eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a cough as it shot from your body.

Jiraiya rushed to your side, rubbing your back in an effort to make you feel better as you coughed up a full flower bud. Whether from time or the conversation, your illness was progressing.

"I thought we were close, Y/n." Said Jiraiya softly. "You told me everything. Why won't you tell me this?"

You shook your head, still recovering from the fit of coughing that had wrecked your throat.

"I just can't." you told hi, voice shaky.

"But why not? Maybe I could help you, I could go find this guy and teach him a lesson. Yea, I'd crash his skull in just for hurting you like this! He doesn't deserve to be walking around free while you are here suffering and"

"It's you."

Cutting Jiraiya off with your words, you looked down at the ground.

"It's you, Jiraiya."

He went silent, so silent that you weren't sure that he was even breathing. His clothing shifted, the only sign that he hadn't disappeared into thin air.

"How long?" He asked after a long pause. "How long have you known?"

"About my feelings, or that I was sick?" You asked, still not daring to meet his eyes.

"Both."

"I've known for a long time that I felt this way about you," you admitted. If everything was going to be out in the open, you might as well tell him everything. "I knew I would feel this strong eventually from the first time I saw you."

"How long have you been sick?" He asked, his voice less steady than before.

"Only since yesterday." Tears formed in your eyes, betraying any bravado you had left. "When you told me that you were in love with Tsunade."

Suddenly, you felt unable to breathe. Thinking back to the doctor's words you were confused, neither of his reactions should make you feel this way.

A deep laugh made you realize the situation you were in. Jiraiya had his arms around you, nearly crushing you. His laugh reverberated through his chest, making you feel in it your own chest pressed to his own. Although he was laughing, you saw tears pricking the corners of his eyes.

"Why didn't you say anything sooner?"

"What?" You stammered. Why would he be laughing right now? "Do you think this is some cruel joke?"

"Y/n," he said, taking his arms back, making you miss that warmth immediately. Looking down into your eyes, he continued. "I love you."

You felt your chest grow lighter, although that weight was moving up as you began to cough. Running to the trashcan, multiple flower buds came up, petals scattered throughout. Jiraiya held your hair out of the way as you coughed up what remained of the petals. As you finished, you turned to face him again.

"I- I feel better!"

He drew you into another hug, this one not as tight but somehow even warmer. You felt him rest his chin on the top of your head as you leaned into his chest.

"I swear I'm gonna kill Kakashi," he said, making you look up at him in confusion. "He knew how I felt about you. He suggested trying to make you jealous."

Now it was your turn to laugh.

"Really Jiraiya? You put me through hell over the last 24 hours, not to mention could have killed me, and it was all just an attempt to make me jealous?"

He looked bashful, but not shy enough to not meet your eyes. You took them in, not wanting to miss a moment of the way he was looking at you.

"I love you so much, Y/n. I would never hurt you again."

"I love you too Jiraiya... and you better not!"

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