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plotsignificanthaircut555 · 7 months ago

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Cherries

Jiraiya x Reader. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

You’re a waitress at a gambling club, and a fan of Jiraiya’s book, when he comes into your club you can’t help yourself from going home with him.

This was kind of inspired by the song Cherries by Annie Kemble, a good friend of mine. It’s a great song, give it a listen even if you don’t wanna read this fic. But I hope y’all do both. Love y’all as always <3 Doodle

Content notes: SMUT, smoking, drinking, pussy eating, uncut dick (b/c why would anyone in the Naruto universe be circumcised?), jiraiya is his own warning tbh.

The sound of shouting players, and the smell of smoke was second nature to you now. You had been working in the parlor for two years, serving drinks, selling and lighting cigarettes, loading pipes and blowing on dice. You were frequently propositioned by customers for more salacious services, many offered money. Sometimes you would take it, if you were feeling comfortable enough, or the price was enough to tempt you, they never asked too much of you. Usually short encounters, over before the sun rose again. You had no problem making money this way, and why should you? You were working, you were talented in this regard, they had a good time and paid you well. As long as you kept yourself safe from harm, you rarely even got nervous anymore.

Tonight had been on the slower side, the middle of the week wasn’t often popular for gambling. You hadn’t been tipped that well, two different tables had stiffed you completely. You didn’t think you would be walking home pleased with your purse tonight. Breaking from the foggy main room, you slipped into the private bathroom reserved only for employees. Your makeup was immaculate still, but you applied another layer of ruby colored lipstick, patting it lightly with your finger before cleaning up the edges. You mussed your hair slightly in an attempt to give it more volume, before giving yourself one last look and smiling. You were beautiful, you were so grateful to know it and feel it.

While you were in the bathroom, Jiraya entered the parlor. His boisterous laugh gathered the attention of everyone, his hulking figure shook the table as he sat down at one of the games. The energy around him was light and fun, people of course recognized him and were excited to buy a man of such legend drinks, or play against him. Of course he wasn’t a great gambler, Jiraya was primarily here to get drunk and to flirt, shaking off another long day of training and mentorship. His eyes rose from the game table just in time to catch the most beautiful woman he had ever seen exiting from the back of the parlor. Well done up, makeup clean and vibrant, showing elegance with a clear personality that he would love to discover. Styled hair, pulled away from her working face, but falling perfectly where it could to give the appearance of casual effort. He was shaken by the man sitting next to him, and brought back to the game. Barely paying any attention, he offered a raised bet, and lost near instantly. He didn’t care, he took the last of his drink and shot it back, standing from the table and moving through the crowd over to where you were reloading your tray with drinks.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The alcohol had reddened his cheeks and lowered his already rock bottom inhibitions.

You gave him a practiced smile and began to lift the probably overloaded tray, “hello sir, is there something you might need from me?”

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I’ll save them until you’ve dropped that tray off.” He took a seat on the available bar stool next to the drink well, “don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

You giggled flirtatiously, ever the professional, before passing him to deliver the bottles of sake and beer to your patrons. You swished your hips as you walked, knowing he was staring at you. You didn’t mind, he was a bit older than your usual type but you knew his reputation.

Master Jiraya of the legendary Sanin, you had even read one of his books. A girlfriend had recommended it to you, starting a scandalous book club you briefly belonged to. You were sure his writing was generous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to find out for yourself. He was tall, and handsome, and fucking big. Everything about him was big: his body, his presence, his voice, his reputation. You wondered if everything else was just as big.

Clearing your tray, you turned back to the bar, he was still watching you. You assumed he had been the whole time. His dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides following the line of a wide grin. The red markings down his cheeks bent and blending into his blushing alcohol fevered cheeks. You stood to his side, sliding in between stools and leaning your body against the counter. Flirting was part of your job, keeping the patrons entertained and engaged was just as much your work as serving drinks. Sure this may have had some selfish motives, but no one could say you weren’t working too.

“So….I have to confess something,” you flicked your eyes up at him, through your thick made up lashes.

“Oh sweetheart, I would love to hear a confession from you. Need me to offer you forgiveness?” He was becoming brazen, moving his large hand to your waist, which you leaned into.

“I’ve actually read a few of your books.” You moved your hand over the arm that he leaned on the bartop.

He watched you trail your finger over his forearm. He was flattered by your admission. His mouth was starting to water.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially one as beautiful as you.” He watched you blush at his words, “do you have a copy? I’d love to sign it for you. Is it back in your bedroom?”

He started to stand up, but your hand was sturdy on his shoulder, pressing him back down onto the stool.

“Not so fast.” You smiled, your fingernails toying playfully with the hem of his sleeve, “I’m excited to meet you, Master Jiraya. And I’d be happy to continue spending time with you tonight. But you see, I’m still working. And I’m not finished here for another hour.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, fingers moving his long white hair over his shoulder and leaning in to brush your lips against his ear. He smelled like jasmine and pipe smoke, something else lingered as an undernote, something earthy and organic.

“I’d love for you to sign my book. I don’t live far, but you’ll have to wait until my shift is up. Think you can do that for me?” You pulled back, batting your eyelashes and pouting your lips, fingers still tangled in his hair and clothes.

His eyes were glassy but locked onto you, his heart pounding in his chest, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see his pulse in his neck. He nodded and you nodded back, an agreement made and a promise to be kept.

“Can I top off your drink?” you offered, reaching across the bar top and not so subtly arching your back and grabbing a fresh sake bottle.

“Only if you share it with me,” his eyes licked over your body.

He couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful girl in the whole place not only was talking to him but knew his work, and seemed to be interested. You pulled an extra cup and filled both glasses, offering one to him. He accepted graciously, still struck by the ease of the whole situation.

“To your work.” You offered

“To your work.” He offered, tapping his glass against yours before drinking together.

You two shared the bottle over the next half hour. You would occasionally need to seperate yourself and assist your coworkers, who were also engaging in the night's entertainment and service. You didn’t have any more tables to yourself, so you were mostly running drinks and offering support. Everytime you left his side, Jiraya always waited patiently for you to come back to him.

“So what keeps you working here?” He asked upon one of your returns.

“I like it. The money's good, the hours are better,” you nudged his arm, “the people are interesting.”

“Are they?” He asked, catching your hand in his and running his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

His touch was hot against your skin, leaving little prickles of electricity in its wake. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself becoming more and more excited by the idea of spending the night with him. He was forward but had remained respectful, keeping his hands relegated to your arms and back, but never on your legs or hips. The conversation flowed naturally, he was actually very funny, giving plenty of chances for you to swoon at his wide smile. His good looks were filtered by age but he was still an incredibly handsome man, his strong nose leading up to his dark eyes, big lips growing wetter and looking softer at every passing shot.

“Yeah,” you answered, flipping his own hand over to run your index finger over the inside of his palm, tracing the lines, “although they aren’t usually so handsome. Or accomplished.you wouldn’t believe the amount of stories I’ve sat through about farming or markets.”

“You know, gorgeous, if I didn’t know any better. I’d start to worry you were playing me a bit. Are my stories boring you?” He watched your finger trace over his palm, and he watched when it stopped.

Your slender finger ceased its cartography of jiraiya's large palm, moving his hand over so it faced down. You slotted your fingers in between his. You let them linger for a moment, joined together, before bringing his knuckles up to your lips and kissing lightly. Your lipstick transferred lightly, leaving a red kiss mark across the ridge of two of his fingers. You met his gaze as you pulled away, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched you.

“Not at all, Master Jiraiya. I feel quite fortunate to be talking to you tonight.” You set his hand back down on the table, but kept your hand tucked into his.

His voice shook slightly as he asked, “how much longer is your shift?”

Your eyes flicked over to the clock on one wall, “twelve more minutes. Think you can wait here while I wrap up?”

He nodded and breathed out, releasing himself from the previous moment of tension. He leaned back slightly as you stood up and walked to the back to settle your cash for the night and close out your final tabs. Besides Jiraya it had been a slow night for you, but despite the lower than expected take home pay, you felt giddy as you collected your final tabs and closed out with your bartender and manager. Before finishing up, you swung by the bar one last time. This time opting to not sit beside Jiraiya, but lean behind him, pressing your chest into his back and talking directly in his ear.

“You actually still have to settle your tab.” You reminded him, circling a lock of his hair around your finger.

“Ah, right.” He got the bartender's attention and closed his tab, leaving a hefty tip, “should I tip you as well? Or does that come later?”

He turned to face you, suddenly his ever confident aura had dimmed slightly, as though he had grown nervous.

“You're signing my book, that’s a great tip, especially after I sell it as a collector’s item for having a genuine signature!” You teased, laughing.

He laughed along with you before standing. You realized he towered over you, he was well above six feet, probably by another half. He looked down at you, your features enticing him in further and further. His mind raced, thinking of your eyes fluttering at him, how soft your lips felt against his hand, the smell of Cherry that followed you every time you walked past him.

“Why don’t you head outside, I’ll meet you out front after I grab my bag from the back.” You told him.

Just one more hurdle until you could finally have each other. The tension continued to build and build until you knew it would eventually compound in on itself. Hopefully in your bed, and hopefully again and again until the sun comes up.

“I’ll be waiting.” He said, and lifted your own hand to his lips this time. Offering a more dramatic, showman’s kiss before loudly smacking his lips off.

You hurried to the back to hang up your apron, grab your coat and bag, and say goodbye to your coworkers. You slipped out the back and walked around to the front of the building.

Jiraya waited patiently, but nervous. This wouldn’t be the first time he had been duped by a beautiful woman’s promise of a “good time”. When you finally emerged from the side of the building, his face lit up, shoulders relaxing as he took you in.

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to leave you out here.” You read his mind.

“Of course not, just enjoying the night air. It’s good to clear the mind.” He looked down at you, you had walked straight up to him, nearly chest to chest.

The two of you stood for a moment, then two. Breath syncing up, heart rate too. In the moonlight your features look softer, eyes sparkling up at him. Jiraya fought the urge to hold your cheeks and press your lips together, you were still outside of your place of work and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

“This way,” you finally took his hand and led him down the street.

Your conversations from inside the bar continued as you walked home with Jiraiya following you closely. Your walk home wasn’t far, only a few blocks, and he was right about the night air. You had only had a few glasses to drink, but the soft summer wind was already helping you feel more alert and awake. When you finally entered the grouping of apartments where you lived, you led him to your door.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.” You said, you had actually just cleaned the previous day, but it couldn’t help to under promise and overdeliver.

Jiraiya couldn’t care less where you lived, or how, he was just so excited to be in the home of an incredible young woman who had invited him in. You opened the door, moonlight illuminating the dark living room. With him following closely, you moved to turn on a few lamps, brightening the space. Your place was nearly immaculate, not devoid of personality, but neat. You had drapery hung over your windows and around your light fixtures allowing the light to take on different hues. Purples, blues, and golds filled the space, casting patterned shadows over the walls.

“Wow, kid. Nice place. You do all this yourself?”, Jiraiya let out a low whistle, impressed with your home making skills already.

“Mhm,” you nodded, setting your bag down on your dining table.

You moved to undo the buttons of your coat, when you felt his hands slip around you from behind, his chest was right up against your back, his head stooped down to speak in your ear.

“Please, allow me.”, his fingers were quick to undo your buttons, moving smoothly up your lapels and sliding the jacket off of your shoulders, leaving them bare and chilled with excitement.

His smell of jasmine filled your space, you felt intoxicated with him already. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, then the juncture of your jaw and neck, then the side of your throat. You bit back a moan along with the urge to lean your head back against his chest.

“Are you trying to get out of signing my book?” You teased as his hand began to circle your waist.

He laughed, it shocked you a bit. The usually booming laugh, subdued and hot against your ear. He knew just how to play you. You turned to face him, stepping back slightly, not so subtly trying to regain your footing.

“Of course not,” Jiraiya smiled down at you, his large hands still in your waist, “you keep it next to your bed?”

You pushed his chest slightly, “you wish.”

You pulled out of his grasp and moved to a low bookshelf in your modest seating area, you had to bend over to retrieve it. You heard him suck in some air as you did so. Finally pulling the bound text from your shelf, you stood again and faced him. A blush crept up your face, you realized you had dogeared a few pages, which reminded you that you had actually made notes in a few margins. Maybe you liked this book a bit more than you let on. He noticed too, taking the book from you and opening to the first page.

“You have a pen?” He moved to sit cross legged on your floor over the coffee table.

You grabbed a writing utensil from your desk drawer and offered it to him, loving to sit next to him.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, hiding the book, “no peeking.”

You rolled your eyes and sat across from him instead. You watched him carefully as he thought of what to write, and with a devilish glint in his eye, started scribbling his autograph. He was taking longer than should be necessary for his name.

“You’re not writing something dirty in there, are you?” You tease, sliding your foot under the table to nudge his crossed leg..

“I already did, that’s why you like it so much.” He flirted back instantly, not even slightly shaken by your contact. He was clearly in his element.

Finally when he had finished his escription, he read over his own words. Giggling to himself, he brought the book up and mimed a kiss against the page, before blowing on it softly, to dry the ink.

“There you go, gorgeous. One of a kind.” He closed the book and set it on the table with his hand still over it, inviting you to try to take it from him.

You took the bait and reached over, he slid it just out of reach, “Almost.”

You got the game. Sliding around the table, you now were next to him, your hand fit next to his, fingers intertwining on the bound leather. You moved your body up his, with him seated and you on your knees, you were finally eye to eye with him. He watched you closely, pupils blown in excitement. You moved to sit on his lap, finally in a full embrace. He was so wide, it was hard to fully straddle him, but you managed. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, too many layers separated you from him. You could feel how wet you had gotten from the back and forth of tonight. You wanted him so bad. His large, delicious body, his experience, his charisma. It had all drawn you in. His hands moved from the table, abandoning the book and over slid your hips, then up your back and down again. The sensation was soothing and also titillating.

You felt yourself dampen further, and your breath increase. You moved your arms around his neck, leaning closer and closer, you could feel the tie that held his long hair back and you pulled until it came loose, allowing his white hair to fall freely. Your lips were so close to his, you could smell sake on his breath, you could feel his heart beating under you.

“Jiraiya?”, your lips were nearly against his as you spoke his name.

“Yes, gorgeous?”, His big hands squeezed your hips, keeping your firm against his clothed erection.

“Are you going to kiss me? Or are you going to make me beg you for it.” You looked at him under your lashes, catching his eye just in time to see him shudder a bit.

“All you had to do was ask.” He caught your lips in his, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

His lips were so soft, but his kiss was so hard and passionate. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, quickly mapping the inside of your mouth. He had the faintest taste of smoke, probably a pipe or cigarette from earlier in the night. His hands moved through his hair, tugging lightly, making him moan against your mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mumbled between hot, wet kisses, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Feeling emboldened by his praise, you moved one hand between your joined hips to stroke his hardened dick, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His hips bucked at your touch, a half moan-half laugh sputtering from his lips. He cursed and pulled at the back of your shirt, removing it quickly. His hands were rough against your skin, decades of both training and writing causing his palms and fingers to callus. Your skin was so soft by juxtaposition, smooth and even, plump and vibrant. He removed your bra skillfully, your breasts spilling out for him to quickly latch his mouth onto.

You moaned, throwing your head back, “Master Jiraiya!”

He could barely hear you, he was completely immersed in how good it felt to have your bare chest in front of him, against his lips, against his tongue. He flicked his skilled tongue over your nipple, pulling back to watch it harden and peak.

“You’ve got such great tits, baby. Such a pretty thing for me.” He kissed up the side of your neck.

You were rocking your hips against his, trying desperately to pull more of those shocked moans from him in the process. Your hands moved under his tunic, unknotting the tie and pulling the sides apart. His chest was so broad, a large star shaped scar bloomed from the center outward. You had hooked up with shinobi before, you were familiar with the combat scars and various bruises to be found on their bodies. But this was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was expansive, and evidently distracting, as you had stopped your grinding to gawk at the large healed wound.

“Thought girls liked scars.” He joked.

You ran your hand down his chest, fingers exploring the topography of muscle and scar tissue.

“I do.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his neck, hand traveling further down to his hip bone and further to undo the tie of his pants.

“You work fast, honey.” He bit his lip trying to cover the moan your eager touch pulled from him.

You moved off his lap, now pulling his trousers along with you as you moved down his body, “worried you can’t keep up, old man?”

This struck something in him. Something competitive and cocky. Before you realized it he had you up on the couch, and he was kneeling between your legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if this old man takes a turn first?” He growled holding your hips in place as you tried to figure out just how he had moved you so quickly.

His hands pulled at the top of your skirt, undoing the zipper on the side and sliding it down your legs.

“It only feels fair after I so graciously gave you my autograph free of charge.” He removed your skirt completely, leaving you only in your red panties.

You were so wet already, the panties were sticking to you. You wanted them off so bad, you wanted him so bad. His hands ran up your thighs, Jiraiya delighting in the hot, smooth skin of a young woman writing under his touch. You were so gorgeous, a beautiful body, a beautiful face, charming and intelligent. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. You were looking at him so desperately, he could see how badly you wanted him. And if he wasn’t sure from your eyes and your words, you were practically dripping onto your own couch in front of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you for himself. Jiraiya leaned forward and took the front of your panties between his teeth, pulling them down, using his hands to roll the flimsy fabric off of your legs. A practiced move he had perfected over years, but never failed him.

Watching him remove your panties with his teeth had you moaning before he ever touched your aching pussy. He watched you gasp in awe and arch your back, body begging him to pleasure you. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He slid your panties in his back pocket for later. He knew he was a pervert, but he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, with nothing separating him from your sex, Jiraiya moved your legs over his shoulder and pressed forward, giving you a long, languid lick all the way up your slit.

His tongue was devilish; skilled and wicked. Strong hands keeping your thighs in place as he devoured you. You couldn’t stop the wanton moans that spilled from you like a waterfall, he had barely started and you were already whimpering and pulling at his hair.

“Baby you taste so good, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. How many do you think you can take?” You could barely hear him through the sound of him lapping at your dripping pussy.

He was talking about his fingers, thick and waiting to push inside of you. They were bigger than yours, bigger than anyone’s you had been with, and fuck you wanted them inside of you.

“Two. Two. Fuck, Jiraiya, please.” You begged him, needing more and more from him despite how good you already felt.

He pushed his first two fingers inside of you, tongue still slurping around your clit. Feeling him spread you open, you felt the white hot build up of orgasm approaching. Your voice was giving you away, panting moans, barely intelligible curses mixed with his name. You tugged at his hair, paying no kind to if it hurt him or not. He certainly wasn’t stopping, nor was he complaining. He was too drunk off of your taste. He hooked his fingers inside of you, deliciously hitting your g spot.

You nearly went blind with pleasure. You were cumming before you even realized how close it was. Not only cumming, but squirting. Gushing around his fingers and into his waiting mouth. He drank from you, everything you had. Leaving you a well pleasured, panting mess above him. The heels of your feet had dug into his shoulders so hard he may bruise. But tomorrow if he woke up with any mark of you left on him, he would be a happy man. Finally detaching his mouth from your puffy, spent pussy, Jiraiya sat back on his heels, watching you carefully, licking his fingers clean.

“Ever done that before?” He grinned cockily, your squirt still dripping down his chin onto his neck.

You watched him take great pride in cleaning his fingers of your cum, “once or twice.” You told him.

“Think I can make you do it again?” He leaned over you, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you forward, against the front of his barely done pants.

You shuddered at the thought. You had read his books, you were familiar with his proclivity toward having the heroines orgasm again and again, until they were begging for mercy. You had always assumed it was fiction, and that couldn’t, shouldn’t reflect on the desires and skills of the author. But the way he watched you as you came undone for him, the way he looked down at you now, you knew it was autobiographical.

He wiped a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear before leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer than before, he cupped your face sweetly, not tugging and pulling you into him, but holding you firm and steady against his lips. You kissed him back, finally feeling grounded in your body again. He tasted like you, you were sure you tasted like him too. The experience of letting someone’s taste overpower your own was at times more sensual and pleasurable than the act of sex itself.

Your hands moved over his back, feeling the strong muscle, the divots and grooves of his body. Your eager hands moved to remove his pants, and he joined the effort, stripping himself completely before you. He joined you on the couch, kneeling between your legs, still kissing you. You felt his hardened length hot against you, sliding up and down your slit, he reveled in the fruits of his previous labor.

“Please Jiraiya, please.” You whimpered against his kisses, reaching down to stroke him.

He was diamond hard in your hand, long, and thick. Of course he was, of course this literary Casanova had the personal equipment to back it up. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his erection. You ran your thumb beneath his foreskin to pull the precum from him and coat your hand to lubricate his length. Jiraiya shuddered and lifted you back onto the couch again, joining you and slotting himself between your legs. Your lips were hot against his, spit and moans exchanged in between sloppy kisses. His thick, white hair shielded you from the light in the room, blocking out everything else but him. He reached down to join your hand on his length, his eyes meeting yours to confirm consent. You nodded again, rocking your hips against the head of his cock. You moved your hands to his shoulders. Jiraiya’s thumbs spread your folds apart for him to release a string of spit onto you. Spreading the lubrication of his spit and your previous release along his length and your slitc he started to inch himself into you.

You couldn’t help the arch that your back curved into. Nor could you stop the mewl that escaped you. Jiraiya groans above you, pushing deeper. Your vision went white as he packed his inches into you. You clawed at his muscles, whimpering as he filled you.

“I know, baby. Almost there.”, he cooed, smoothing your hair.

You squirmed at his depth, how he stretched you out, how he mashed against the wall of your cervix.

“Relax, baby. Let me in, it’s okay.” He kissed your cheeks where you had scrunched up your face.

You breathed deeply, trying desperately to relax your tensed muscles. Just as you would release slightly, he would push further and you would clench around him again. Finally after much stopping and starting, he bottomed out inside of you. His hips meeting the backs of your legs, your calves over his shoulders, and your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Jiraiya…fuck…you’re so deep.” You trembled against him.

Jiraiya panted above you, running his hand up your leg soothingly. You were holding him so tight, he was struggling to keep from fucking into you further.

“Let me know when I can move, sweetness.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the ball of your ankle, petting your leg again.

After finally accommodating his size, you nodded. He pulled back carefully to the head of his cock before sliding into you again. He began an even thrusting pace, he rocked his hips against your sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t help the broken, nasty sounds that fell from your lips. He was setting your body ablaze with pleasure. His head fell back as he maintained his rhythm, letting out a lazy, delicious moan. You felt electric, like all the energy in your body had illuminated and was glowing. His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips to your breasts and back again. You felt as though he was unstitching your every piece, taking you apart at the atomic level. And it was marvelous, his touch was practiced and methodical, he knew just how to touch and to please you. You couldn’t control the begging pleas that spilled from you.

“Raiya, please, yes, fuck, oh” in repetition again and again.

He was similarly babbling, “yes baby, so tight, so good, good girl.”

Your sweat transferred to his skin, and vice versa, when he finally leaned over you, closing you in against the couch, you couldn’t help but keen to kiss him again. His big, strong hand pulled your hip up to meet his thrusts, and you helped him, fucking yourself up into him. Your bodies worked in perfect sync, meeting his thrusts, him moving his fingers in between your bodies to circle your swollen clit. Your voice raised in pitch, eyes rolling back as he played you like a fiddle. You had no idea earlier in the night how incredible he would be.

You felt yourself inching so close to climaxing, and you made it clear.

“Please Jiraiya, please!” You begged

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He smiled, pushing deeper into you, making you arch further.

“Yes! Fuck yes please. Let me cum!”

“Cum all over this cock. Make a mess for me, baby.” He choked out, circling your clit and sucking into your neck.

He pushed harder into you, the combination of his cock and fingers finally bringing you to your desperate, whimpering, squirting climax. You coated his cock and abdomen in your cum, he shuddered against you trying to keep his pace as he reached his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Jiraiya cried out slamming himself against your g spot, finally letting his release take him.

You could feel his cock pulse, shooting his long streams of cum inside of you, painting your walls white. Jiraiya collapsed his full weight onto you, which was not insignificant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You stroked his fluffy, white hair as he caught his breath atop you. He pressed lazy, hot kisses to your neck, collarbone and chest as he caught his breath. Minutes passed with you two locked into this embrace. Finally the weight of his body was too much, and you tapped on his shoulder, urging him to sit up. He did, pulling you up with him, having you straddle his lap so he could stay sheathed inside of you. He stroked your back, still kissing your neck occasionally. You slumped against his broad chest, feeling spent, he let his head rest against the back of your couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he tipped his head back down, holding your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply. His tongue smoothed against yours, tasting your exhaustion. He moved your hair out of your face, and looked into your eyes.

You finally found your words, “I better not read about this.”

“If you think I’m not using this as research, I hate to disappoint you…” Jiraiya laughed heartily, holding you closer.

You kissed him again, laughing against his lips. You luxuriated in his touch, his warmth, and his kiss.

Sure enough, about nine months later when his most recent book was released you rushed to the local bookstore. You found there was a dedication at the beginning reading simply.

For Cherry, Page 73.

You quickly flipped to the listed page and found the beginning of a deliciously flowery sex scene, one where the protagonist picks up a waitress and spoils her the exact way Jiraiya had done to you.

You couldn’t hide the blushing smile. That bastard.

Okay y’all thanks so much for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed! I’m nasty feral for this big bad man.

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Jiraiya

Jiraiya (自来也) is a fictional character in the Naruto manga and anime series created by Masashi Kishimoto. Introduced in the series' first part, he was a student of Third Hokage Hiruzen Sarutobi and one of the three "Legendary Great Three Students of the God Shinobi"(Legendary Sanin)—along with Orochimaru and Lady Tsunade, his former teammates. Jiraiya appears as a perverted old man who occasionally returns to the village Konohagakure, reporting the activities of Orochimaru and the organization Akatsuki. Referred to as the "Toad Sage" and "Pervy Sage", he mentors Fourth Hokage Minato Namikaze and later becomes the godfather and mentor of Minato's son, Naruto Uzumaki.

#jiraiya #naruto #anime series #anime movie #anime fanart

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anubisthe1 · 11 months ago

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Naruto really fought his friends, the kages, the legendary sanin, itachi, kakashi, random villagers, and the fucking nine tails as well for sasuke uchiha.

#nobody is safe #the ramen guy says one bad thing about sasuke then the next second there is rasengan on his head #naruto #sasuke #“why are you so obsessed with my brother” why indeed itachj #sns

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depressedhatakekakashi · 4 months ago

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This Time, I'll Protect You

Scene Rewrite/Taryn's Birthday Celebration 2024

Scene: Hinata protects Naruto from Pain (But add Iruka!)

Words: 1,373

For: @ludwigplayingthetrombone

He should have kept going. Kept his eyes on the escape route ahead and focused on getting a dar from Konoha as possible.

Kakashi had told him to get the injured shinobi out of there while he took care of Pein, and he hadn’t hesitated to listen because he knew that fighting pein was a death sentence. He didn’t have the skill to fight a shinobi like that. Someone who’s managed to take down Jiraiya, one of the three Legendary Sanin.

He’d reached the group of evacuating civilians and helped to guide them. Lead them out of the village through the escape tunnels that lead into the forest of death and taken up a defensive position along with the other chunin and Genin tasked to aid in evacuation in the event of an attack on the village.

They were just about out of the forest when an explosion rocked the ground.

Everyone stood still, too afraid to look behind them and see the damage that had been done to their village. No one said a word, or even dared to breath as the dust settled. Iruka could feel his heart hammering inside of his chest, but that was nothing compared to the painful weight that engulphed his chest when he thought about all of the people in the village.

Shinobi who had stayed back to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.

Warriors willing to give their lives without a moment's hesitation if that mean others would live.

And here he was, running away.

Turning on his heel he sprinted back toward the village, Izumo’s voice calling after him to come back. He paid no heed, though.

Konoha was in danger.

His friends were in danger.

Most importantly, Naruto was in danger.

Even if there was nothing that Iruka could do to stop Pein, he could still be there to make sure nothing bad happened to Naruto.

It might cost him his life, but that was a price that he was willing to pay.

It’s worse than he could have imagined.

As soon as he steps out of the escape route and back into Konoha his heart drops. Everything is destroyed. Shops, homes, tree’s, gardens. It’s all gone, wiped off of the face of the planet as if it had never existed at all.

He wanted to mourn, but there was no time.

Turning his attention toward the centre of the village, where the crater that used to be Konoha sat the deepest, he took one cautious step forward, and then another, and another until he broke into a sprint straight for the middle of the fight.

Right where he knew Naruto would be.

“Iruka-Sensei! Where are you going? It’s dangerous over there!” Ino’s voice reached his ear, but he paid her no heed. His mission was a simply one and there was nothing that could distract him from it.

He had to make sure that Naruto was safe.

“Why did you come here!?” Naruto’s voice pierced the air just as Iruka reached the edge of the crater. Coming to a hard stop he peered down and bite down hard on his lower lip, drawing blood.

There, in the centre of the village, Naruto was laying on the ground with long black poles piercing through his hands, arms and legs, pinning him to the ground. They were the same poles that Pein had threatened him with when he’d refused to divulge Naruto’s location to him.

The same pole’s he’d stared down until Kakashi had shown up and saved him from certain death at the risk of his own life.

In front of him stood Hinata, her body positioned into the Hyūga style stance, preparing for a fight. Using her body as a shield to protect Naruto from the person who’d destroyed their village in an instance, with no regards for her own life.

“Get away, quickly!” Naruto continued to scream as he struggled for his freedom. “You’re no match!”

Unclenching his jaw, Iruka chuckled.

It was all so true. She wasn’t a match for Pein. Neither was he. None of them were, but they’d still come to the same conclusion completely separately.

No matter what the cost, they had to protect Naruto.

Not wanting to waste a single second more, Iruka jumped forward and landed directly behind Naruto with a slight grunt.

Naruto’s head whipped around to examine the newest intruder. “I-Iruka-Sensei!?” his eyes widened, panic and fear the only emotions that Iruka could see when he looked into those soft blue eyes that had always regarded him with such unbridled joy.

He’d never thought about how he’d feel if Naruto looked at him with Fear, but now he knew the answer.

It made him feel sick.

“Don’t even try it,” he warned as he reached out and grabbed hold of the nearest pole. The one piercing through Naruto’s left shoulder. Earlier he’d watched as Kakashi had snapped the pole Pein had planned to kill Iruka with in half, but he knew that wasn’t a feat that he could achieve.

All he could do was try and pull it out of Naruto’s body. To give his student, the boy he’d come to see as a little brother, a chance to continue the fight against pein.

He was the only one who stood a chance at winning, and Iruka would make sure that he got a second chance at burying the bastard who’d dared to attack their village.

“Iruka-Sensei, please!” Naruto pleaded. “You can’t face him! You both need to run!”

“I don’t plan on facing him,” digging his feet into the ground, he began to pull. “As much as I’d love to protect you, to keep you safe from everything dark and ugly in this world, I know I can’t. I’m not Kakashi, or Gai, or even you. I’m just an Academy Sensei,” he could feel the pole coming out of the ground, but before he could yank it out of Naruto’s body an invisible force struck him, sending him flying backwards.

Hitting the ground, he gasped as the air was pushed out of his lungs with the impact.

“Iruka-Sensei!”

The sound of something breaking echoed through the air. Lifting his head, Iruka struggled to breath as he focused on the scene, a small smile pulling at his lips when he saw two of the poles busted in half and Hinata’s leg extended through the air.

In two seconds, she’d done more than he could.

“Enough,” Just as he’d done with Iruka, Pein used his powers to knock Hinata back, sending her tumbling off to the side.

“No,” every breath he took felt like glass shards scraping down his throat, but Iruka forced himself to his feet and made a bee line back to Naruto’s side. As soon as he reached him, he jumped upward and kicked out at the poles extending from Naruto’s legs.

They snapped like twigs under the weight of his kick.

“Iruka-Sensei, please!” Naruto continued to please, but Iruka simply ignored it in favour of reaching out to grab one of the now broken poles and starting to pull. “Leave! He’ll kill you!”

“I don’t care!” He snapped, his fingers aching as he continued to try and pull the pole free from Naruto’s body. “I can’t stand by and watch him take you! You’ve already lost so much for this village! Given up so much for me and everyone else! If all I can give is my life in the hopes that you’ll have a chance to keep fighting,” the pole released, and in a moment of victory slide free from Naruto’s body. Holding it in his hands, he smiled down at his student. “If it means there’s even a small chance of saving you, I will give my life without hesitation.”

For a second time an invisible force struck him, sending him flying backward. The pole he’d been holding fell beside Naruto with a clatter and the world spun around him as he hit the ground, but it didn’t stop him. Even as those painful breaths became even more unbearable to take, Iruka knew he’d get up again.

And again.

As many times as he had to until Naruto was free.

No matter what the cost was.

#Umino Iruka #naruto uzumaki #Scene Rewrite #Taryn's Birthday Celebration 2024

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trans-duckling · 3 months ago

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For Them to Have Your Eyes: Discussion

There was a time, around the fifth month of pregnancy, when they broke apart. It was not for a stupid reason, but in fact for the only one in which they could never agree. Kakashi always thought that he would choose Gai over everybody else. Then he realized there was a new life growing inside of him that would occupy the front of his mind for as many years as he had left.

“What did you say?” he asked, not believing what he had just heard.

They were at home that afternoon, office hours reduced to only the morning due to Sakura’s orders. Even though both him and the baby seemed to be doing fine, she advised reducing any activity that could cause stress or disrupt his routine too much. Being Hokage, that was pretty much half of his work, so Tsunade had been called back to help him keeping up with his duties without threatening the pregnancy. She had not been especially happy about it, but the Sanin had always had a soft spot for him. Even if sometimes it looked like she enjoyed torturing the Hatake.

Up until that moment, Kakashi had been sitting on the sofa, one book opened in front of him and feet up the coffee table. In the kitchen, Gai was preparing dinner for that night and lunch for the next day, since he would be leaving for a day long mission in the morning. He had not been very glad about being away from the village, but the fastest man in Konoha was needed for this and even in his wheelchair he still kept that title, Lee closer to steal it every day.

“Sorry, maybe the extractor was too high for you to hear me, dear rival” it wasn’t, Kakashi just couldn’t believe what he had said. “I was talking about how glorious it will be once our kid is old enough to start training to use The Gates. Lee and I have been developing some new routines and…”

“Gai” he cut him, dead serious and not trying to hide the anger in his expression. “Our child is not learning to open The Gates.”

“Uh?” the other man said, moving closer to the door with confusion in his features. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that I’m not letting you teach them the technique.”

Gai was intelligent enough to not respond straight ahead with the first thing that came up in his mind, possibly some commentary about how it was a youthful and legendary jutsu.

“Rival” he called instead, turning away just a moment to lower the intensity of the fire. “I’m aware of your thoughts on The Gates, but this is my father’s legacy, my legacy, so I think I should have a say in…”

“You don’t!” Kakashi cut him again, not holding his voice back. The book had fallen from his belly to the ground as he stood up. “This is not something up to discussion, Gai. You won’t teach our child that technique.”

There was a threat hidden in between those words.

A promise.

Kakashi loved him. He loved him so much that sometimes it hurt. But he loved their kid more.

“Kakashi, try to relax, you know what Sakura said about the stress, so…”

“Don’t talk about my stress as if you and your stupid idea are not the cause of it!” he complained, feeling the fury running through his body.

“Well, then maybe we should leave this conversation for later, once the baby is old enough to decide?”

“Are you even listening to me, Gai?!” there was movement in his belly, the discussion obviously not annoying only him. “We’re not going to have this conversation again because there is nothing to talk about. You can teach this child as much taijutsu as you want, but never The Gates.”

“Kakashi…”

“NO!” he screamed, loud and aggressively enough to make his pack come inside from the garden, fur bristly and teeth out. “I love you, Gai, but I’m not going to let you be near my child if you intend to teach them a suicidal technique.”

“They’ll also be my child, Kakashi!”

“AND I WON’T LET YOU KILL THEM!”

The ninken might have been surprised at the origin of their summoner’s distress, but they were loyal enough to not even think twice before turning their threats towards Gai. Now, growls filled the living room and a furry physical barrier separated the two shinobi.

“I think it’ll be better if you leave now, Gai” Pakkun advised.

The Hatake had positioned one hand over his belly on instinct, as if that simple gesture could protect them from the future their other father wanted to set them on. There was hurt in Gai’s eyes, but also worry, probably for how the whole thing could end up affecting the baby.

“I’ll leave” he said, barely audible. “Just… Can we talk? When I’m back?”

He wished to say yes, because there was no way he wanted to leave things as they were, but something held him back. What was Gai going to do if they talked? Try and convince him that it was ok to teach their child a technique that cost him his leg, his life? There was no argument there. That would never happen.

“Take care in the mission” he muttered, turning around and sitting back on the sofa.

Even if he was not looking at him anymore, he knew the expression on the other man’s face was not a satisfied one by far. Still, Gai didn’t say anything else as he moved back into the kitchen to turn off the fire and quickly pass through their room to take his mission bag, before getting to the entrance.

“Dinner and lunch are almost done, just set them at middle fire for ten more minutes” he said as he opened the door. “Don’t work too much tomorrow, please.”

For a moment, Kakashi wasn’t capable of saying anything, not sure of what would come out if he opened his mouth. That was all Gai needed to leave the house, taking with him not only his presence, but also a part of the Hatake.

He started his breathing exercises as soon as the ‘click’ of the door was heard, knowing he needed to ride down that wave of anxiety as soon as possible. However, his brain was not focused on relaxing. What would Gai do for that night? Did he have a place to stay? Surely, he could go to Kurenai’s or Genma’s, but… He had kicked him out, hadn’t him? And what if something happened to him in the mission? Kakashi knew that was a permanent risk in their lives, but this time the last thing they would’ve done together would be screaming at each other. What if he died, and years later their child asked him what happened that afternoon? What would he say?

“Pup” Pakkun called, jumping onto the sofa and reaching up to lick his face. “Breathe. Come on, I know you can.”

He focused his sight enough to look for Uhei, who just with that gesture understood what he needed, getting on the sofa as well and laying down with his head on Kakashi’s lap. His body was warm against the Hatake’s skin, and by petting it he was able to count his breaths as he moved the hand in a soothing gesture. It took him almost seven minutes, but he was finally able to recover a normal breathing rhythm.

“Good” Pakkun praised, brushing his head against Kakashi’s side. “You’re safe, boss, we’re here for you.”

“I know” he managed to get out. “Thank you. I just… Gai…”

“It’s ok” Uhei intervened, licking the tears that had started to roll down his cheeks. “You don’t have to tell us if you can’t, boss.”

He nodded, although he would end up telling them later that night, anyways. He knew what would happen, because his ninken were loyal and shared his point of view in relation to The Gates. There was a chance that, unless ordered the opposite, they would stay close to him for the next few days, not allowing Gai to get near enough to talk. Even if still stressed, he could find comfort in that.

Next morning, Kakashi ditched work. She sent Akino with a message to his office saying he was not feeling well and would be at Kurenai’s house and also accompanied by his dogs, so there was no need to fuss about it. Of course, he knew at least Yamato would insist on staying close.

When calling at the door of his friend’s house in the Sarutobi district, he was faced with a knowingly look and a sigh. So, that was where Gai had stayed the night.

“I suspected you would come” she said, opening the door fully for him to enter. “Come on in, Mirai is sleeping, so it’s the perfect time.”

“We’ll stay guard in the garden, boss” Pakkun indicated.

He nodded, knowing the answer would’ve been completely different if Mirai was awake, the dogs uncapable of doing something else than wagging their tails around her. They were high on the babysitter list thanks to that, among other things.

“Coffee?” Kurenai asked as they entered the living room.

“I already had my cup today” the Hatake responded, half-absent.

“Tea, then?”

“Do you have oolong?”

“Sure, although I must admit it’s strange for you to want to drink tea.”

“Well, you know pregnancy makes you crave strange things.”

His friend offered a soft smile, nodding before disappearing into the kitchen. While he waited, Kakashi took a look around the room. There were baby clothes and items all over the place, which he assumed was quite normal when you had a one year old and were raising her alone. He was, however, uncapable of finding any physical trace of the past presence of Gai there.

He was still angry and frustrated at his partner, but he couldn’t avoid missing him, either. And so, the Hatake removed the tip of his mask to sniff around, catching up the disappearing essence of the other man. The sensation brought some comfort to him, anxiety calming going down just a notch.

“So” Kurenai said once she was back with the tea, “are you going to tell me why I had to have Gai sleeping on my sofa yesterday?”

“He didn’t say?”

The kunoichi shook her head as she served the tea in two green cups and then offered him one.

“No, the only thing I got out of him was that you two had argued and he needed a place to stay before his mission today.”

Thinking, Kakashi took a sip of his drink.

“He said he wanted to teach our child to open The Gates.”

“Ah.”

One second of silence, and then the Hatake was unable to contain his thoughts anymore.

“I just… Why would he say that?” he started. “I understand the technique is important to him, but the consequences… How can he want that for our child?”

Kurenai didn’t respond immediately, clearly looking for the correct words.

“You know Gai” she said. “Legacy is very important to him, but… I must agree with you on this, Kakashi. The Gates are a forbidden technique, one that should only be taught under certain circumstances, and the pain it brings to the person using it… It’s understandable you got angry at the suggestion.”

“So, I’m not crazy? Or disrespecting Gai’s opinion on this?”

“No, you’re just a worried father who wants to protect his child from any kind of suffering” his friend assured, one of her hands coming to rest on his knee. “As for Gai’s opinion… He is a father as well, but he should think a bit more about his child welfare than his own legacy.”

The Hatake took another sip of his tea, playing with his fingers around the cup.

“I… Accused him of wanting to kill our kid.”

He felt Kurenai’s eyes opening wide even when he was not looking at her.

“Ok, that’s… Maybe a bit too much, Kakashi.”

“I know” he sighed. “I was… Am, angry.”

“Understandable, but some accusations are too big to be done.”

He nodded.

“When is Gai coming back from his mission?”

“Tonight, or maybe tomorrow morning, depending on his travelling time.”

Admittedly, the Hatake didn’t know if he was looking forward or not to that moment. What would Gai do once he was back? Go to their house as if nothing happened? Maintain his distance? They had an appointment the next day with Sakura, so…

“Hey” Kurenai called, squeezing his knee. “You’ll talk about it and reach an agreement, I’m sure. In the meantime, why don’t you spend the day here? You can feed and change Mirai for practice.”

A small chuckle left Kakashi’s lips.

“You would ask a tired, pregnant guy to babysit your kid? That sounds cruel.”

“Yeah, well, it would be crueler to leave you believing the worst part is the pregnancy.”

The Hatake rolled his eyes. Yeah, sure, having a crazy sleeping schedule and be all the time supervising a tiny human was tiring, but being a member of ANBU included that and some other things. He had no doubt he could handle it. The pregnancy, however… Never again.

Still, he didn’t refuse the invitation, knowing it would be better to be accompanied by someone else than his ninken. Also, the dogs would be happy to know they would get to play with Mirai, after all.

Gai came back that night. Even though Kakashi didn’t see him, he felt his presence near at some point close to midnight, his partner no doubt wanting to know he was safe after their first day apart in a long time. He stayed close until the moment the Hatake decided to go to bed, the other man’s chakra signature disappearing then. Kakashi wasn’t sure if feeling disappointed or glad that they got to postpone their conversation, but he was too tired to think about it once his head hit the pillow.

By next morning, there was a mission report on his desk as well as two tupperware with a nutritional lunch and dinner inside, but still not Gai in sight. The gesture could have been interpreted in many ways, but Kakashi went for frustration. Somehow his partner was trying to keep him and their child healthy at the same time as he fantasied about teaching that same child a suicidal technique. If it wouldn’t be because Gai was uncapable of something like that, he would say the other man was being condescending.

His ninken had accompanied him to the office, deciding to act as his personal guard for as long as he allowed it. Needless to say that morning was slow and barely productive for Kakashi, who spent more time checking for his partner’s chakra signature than signing papers. At some point, Pakkun even asked if he wanted for him to bring Gai so they could talk.

The Hatake refused.

He was not trying to make a point, just… It didn’t feel right. He wanted his best friend close and far at the same time. If they could just forget about the whole thing and go back to what things were like before… But that was impossible, wasn’t it? And that conversation had to take place at some point, didn’t matter how uncomfortable it was.

For a moment during the afternoon, Kakashi really thought Gai would finally make a physical appearance. Work was over and it was time for his appointment with Sakura, something his partner hadn’t missed ever before. That time, however, he only felt his chakra near the hospital, and once inside there were too many people uncapable to maintain their chakra control to perceive well Gai’s. Inside his belly, their child moved around as if frustrated about the situation as well.

“Good afternoon, Kakashi-sensei” his student greeted with a big smile. “It’s just you today? That’s weird.”

“Yeah, Gai is unavailable” he dismissed.

His reaction might have been too fast, the Haruno sending him a weird look. Thankfully, she didn’t press the matter and instead indicated him to lay down on the medical bed so they could start the exam.

“I’m going to start first with a physical examination and then we’ll move on to the echography, ok?” Sakura explained as she put a pair of gloves on. “How are you feeling?”

“A little bit more tired, I guess.”

Moving up his black t-shirt was easy enough, since the month prior wearing the jounin vest had stopped being an option. Now, Kakashi had to wear loose clothing to dissimulate the pregnancy and be more comfortable. It was horrible.

He remained very still while Sakura moved her hands over his belly, green ninjutsu covering them. That kind of examination was almost imperceptible if not for the warm feeling of chakra next to his skin. Normally, Gai would be holding his hand to reduce any uncomfortable sensation.

“Uh… How is your workload, sensei?” his student asked. “You’re not exceeding yourself?”

“No, and I’m following all your other advices as well” he assured. “Why? Is there something wrong?”

The Haruno shook her head, but there was some clear doubt in her eyes.

“No, sensei, not really, but… I was able to feel some symptoms on the baby usually derived from the bearer’s stress” she explained. “If the work is not the problem, then maybe… The pregnancy itself? You know Tsunade-sama, Shizune-san and me have been developing different plans to appease any uncomfortable sensation you may have, Kakashi-sensei.”

“I appreciate it, Sakura, but it’s none of that” he said, even though it was possible the next month his answer would be another. “I’ve been stressing for a couple of days over a personal matter that I intend to resolve soon.”

The kunoichi squinted at him, evidently wanting to know what all the secrecy was about, but he drew a line in sharing relationship problems with his students. He would never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Well, you better do, sensei” she said after a bit. “Stress is not good for you or the baby, ok?”

“Hai, hai…”

It was not as if he found pleasure in the situation, either.

Kakashi observed as Sakura unhanged the cables necessary to do the echography. There were three of those machines in the hospital; one there, another in the emergency room and the last one in the obstetrician’s floor. All of them very expensive and very heavy, but definitely worth it. The development was quite new; only about a year old, and it meant that they got to see and learn about any problem the baby could have in advance. Back at home, Gai and him had the first two pictures —basically a black, white and grey blur— hanging from the fridge’s door. The other man had gotten incredibly happy at the discovery that they could take the photos as a memory, and a small part of Kakashi felt bad for him missing it this time.

“Ok, sensei, here we go” his student said. “Remember, the gel is quite cold.”

He nodded, but still the sensation was uncomfortable and only got worse as the transducer pressed against his belly. The feeling, however, drowned away as soon as he was capable of hearing a strong heartbeat.

“Is that…?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, Kakashi-sensei, your child has quite a strong heart already” the Haruno nodded with a smile. “Let’s check the rest.”

With his head turned towards the small monitor, Kakashi was able to follow his student’s indications as she passed the transductor from one point to another, the movement of it fully ignored in order to commit to memory each and one of Sakura’s words.

“Well, everything seems to be in order” the kunoichi said after about fifteen minutes. “Organs are developing correctly and no anomalies could be seen, so it’s as good as we could ask for. I will take a couple of pictures now, ok?”

He nodded, remaining still even if the difference otherwise would be small. Just a moment later, the machine repeated the same noise he had heard for the first time a few months ago, indicating the pictures were processing. In the meantime, Sakura offered him a towel for cleaning and he was able to sit back up and readjust his clothes.

“Ok, sensei, I know Gai-sensei loves to read all those books about pregnancy, but I have to tell you this anyways” the Haruno continued speaking as the photos printed. “Now that you’re in your fifth month of pregnancy, it’s possible you’ll experience stomach ardor, constipation and changes in your heart rate, among other things. If any of those become even slightly annoying, come to the hospital to see how we can help, understood?”

Kakashi gave another nod, not really looking forward to any of that.

“What about the baby? Anything I… We should pay attention to?”

“Well, they’re going to grow faster, and also start moving more” she pointed out. “Oh! And considering the development I saw in the echography, it’s possible they’re able to hear you already, so I would recommend playing some music, or simply talking to them whenever you feel them moving.”

Did that mean the baby had heard Gai and him arguing the day before? Great, they were traumatizing them even before being born. Or maybe the Hatake was just being a tiny bit overdramatic due to the hormones. Who knew?

“Thank you, Sakura” he said, smiling softly under the mask. “And when should we have the next appointment?”

“I’m going to write you down for five weeks from now, I’ll send the exact date and time to your office later” she indicated. “But, if you need anything…”

“I’ll come straight here, Sakura, I promise” he pouted, hiding the pang of frustration at being treated like a child.

“Good.”

Kami, nobody could have doubts about she becoming the next director of Konoha’s health system. She was terrifying when she wanted, just like her predecessor.

“And solve your stress problem as soon as possible, sensei” she continued, adding with a smile after: “If you need any advice…”

“Oh, look!” the Hatake interrupted, pointing to the ultrasound, “the photos are done already, great! And just in time because I really need to leave.”

His student rolled her eyes but handled him the pictures, knowing there was no way she was going to get more information out of him. It was good to see that his students still respected him a bit.

“See you in five weeks!” he said as he walked out of Sakura’s office, one hand up to say goodbye.

“Bye, sensei!”

Truth was, they would probably see each other in two days, assuming Gai and him had fixed their problems and the usual teams dinner was held at their house. In the past, the same activity would have developed in any of Konoha’s restaurants, but as soon as his pregnancy started to be more noticeable Kakashi had started to avoid being out in the public as much as possible. Which, mind you, was not easy when one was Hokage.

Pakkun and the rest of the pack were waiting for him outside of the hospital, not liking being inside due to all the strange and artificial smells one could find. The Hatake was not a fan either, but he was wearing a mask to help with it. And he didn’t have other option, anyways.

“How did it go?” Uhei asked as they walked slowly, tail wagging. “Is the new pup ok?”

“Yeah, very healthy” he nodded. “Strong heartbeat and apparently developing ears, so you can start speaking to them so they learn to recognize your voices.”

“Really?!” Biscuit exclaimed with a small jump. “That’s great! We’ll take turns telling them stories.”

Oh great, now he was going to have eight dogs fighting for a place next to him and talking non-stop. How was it possible to love and hate them so much at the same time? Probably hormones, that was his default answer nowadays.

At home, Kakashi moved around for a bit while searching for something to do. He didn’t want to sit again so soon, knowing once he did it there was a possibility of him staying on the sofa until the next morning. But dinner was done thanks to Gai, and his dogs had their rations also prepared in the freezer. Just as he was starting to contemplate the idea of going for a walk in the forest behind the house, he felt a chakra signature coming close to the door. A moment later, a soft knock broke the silence.

“We’ll tell him to leave” Urushi said, already walking to the door.

“Yeah, we can chase him all the way out of the village, boss” Guruko added.

The Hatake sighed.

“No need, guys” he indicated, dismissing them with a hand. “I… We need to talk at some point.”

“Are you sure, boss?” Pakkun carefully asked. “The other day… Well, I don’t remember seeing you that angry in quite some time, and for a good reason.”

The ninken was right, of course, but the fact that he didn’t want to leave the things as they were still remained.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine” he said, even if he was not able to convince anyone. “You can stay close if you want, but don’t attack unless I order it, ok?”

He would never do so, of course; the idea of hurting Gai like that on purpose making his stomach revolve. Still, all the dogs nodded with a serious look.

When he opened the door, Gai was standing at the other side with a doubtful expression that lighted up just slightly upon seeing him.

“Hi, Kakashi” he said, the lack of the word ‘rival’ in the greeting causing the Hatake some unease. “I, uh… I’m sorry for coming without sending a message before. I just… I wanted to know how you were.”

“I’m fine” he said, even if it was partially a lie.

The Hatake’s body occupied the whole door, acting as a barrier to prevent Gai from entering. Sure, the house was technically also his, but Kakashi was not ready to let him in again without being sure something had changed since the other night. As seconds passed, he started to think that would not happen.

“I wanted to apologize” Gai said, voice low, after a bit. “About what I said. I, um, talked to some of our friends and… Do you think we can talk inside?”

He doubted for a moment, but guessed the other man had made an effort in apologizing, and that was at least a start.

“Yeah” Kakashi said, moving away. “Come on in.”

The pack followed Gai with attentive eyes, and it was impossible to not notice how they strategically positioned themselves in between the two men, each one in a sofa with the dogs in the middle.

“Well, I’m… I am sorry for what I said the other day, Kakashi” he declared after a minute of silence. “As I’ve said, I talked to some friends and came to the realization that it was not fair. In first place, because it should be a decision made by our child, not me, and also… I know what it is to lose somebody you care about to The Gates, and the pain they bring to their bearer.”

Not sure if Gai wanted his participation or not, the Hatake just nodded at the words, so far in accordance with them. He wondered who the other man had talked to, apart from Kurenai. Genma, maybe? Or even Yamato…

“I understand that the risks of the technique are high, and ultimately fatal, but I also think about it as my legacy. I passed The Gates onto Lee, and the idea of teaching them to our child as well filled me… No, it still fills me with happiness, Kakashi, I don’t think that will ever change.”

His heart missed a beat at that and Urushi’s low growl made echo against the walls for a few seconds.

“However, as I said before, it’s not my decision to make and considering its consequences and the fact that this is our child, I would want to promise you that I won’t teach them to open The Gates.”

A chill ran down Kakashi’s spine.

“Why do I feel like there is a ‘but’ hidden in there?”

“Because you shouldn’t be making that decision from our kid, either” Gai stated, looking straight at him with a serious expression.

“I’m just trying to protect them!”

Not like you, were the unspoken words that hanged in the air.

“I… I know, Kakashi” his partner conceded with a sigh. “But, consider this: our child will grow up in a world of heroes, listening to our stories and making questions once they grow up. What will we do, when they ask about my fight with Madara? Lie to them? Will you make a decree, just as Sandaime-sama did with Naruto’s origins, to avoid them from knowing the truth?”

“No, of course not, I would never…”

“Then, they’ll learn about the technique one day, either you want it or not” Gai continued. “I’m not asking for your permission to teach them to open The Gates, Kakashi. I just want to be sure that, if one day they ask questions, I’ll be able to respond them with the truth and, should they take the decision to learn how to do it, you’ll be fine with me teaching them a safe way to use the technique.”

The Hatake closed his fists, trying to compose himself. He knew he couldn’t leave the hormones dictate his feelings for that conversation, so he made his best effort to take a breath and think. Objectively speaking, Gai was right. Their child would undoubtedly learn about The Gates one day and, if they were just a tiny bit like their papa, they would want to follow his steps. If that happened, Gai was the best shinobi there could be to teach them to do so safely. The technique was forbidden for a good reason; too many people had lost their lives by opening The Gates without enough training, body consumed by the effort and pain becoming a constant in their bodies, assuming they survived the experience.

So, it was evident that Gai’s analysis was correct and adequate.

And, still… He sighed. With some luck, that day would never come. Their child would learn other jutsus and techniques, realizing they didn’t need The Gates to become a great shinobi. Maybe they wouldn’t even be a ninja. Or they would try to open them and fail. A lot of things could happen.

“Ok” he muttered after a while. “You’re right.”

“Really?” the other man babbled, clearly not expecting that answer. “I… Kakashi, if you’re not truly convinced…”

“I’m not. Or rather I am, but that doesn’t mean I have to be happy about it” the Hatake explained. “You’re right in wanting to tell them the truth once they’re old enough, and be there in case they want to learn the technique. It’s the most intelligent option.”

He knew his voice still sounded stiff and slightly frustrated, if not angry. Tired, he closed his eyes and let out a sigh. There was nothing else he could do about the whole thing; they had finally talked and solved the fight, so everything should be fine. Eventually.

“Do you want to know how the revision with Sakura went?” he said, looking to change the topic. “I have a couple of new photos you may like to see.”

Gai’s face illuminated in a second, an energetic nod making his head move like crazy. Almost vibrating, he pointed to the space in the sofa next to Kakashi.

“Can I…?”

His permission was enough for the ninken to move slightly away, even if they still remained in the living room. The air was not that heavy anymore, but it was evident there was still some tension in between him and Gai.

Thankfully, as they talked Kakashi was able to feel more and more relaxed. He repeated to the other man everything Sakura had told him that afternoon, pointing out each detail in the echography photos just to have Gai kissing them and running to put them on the fridge next to the others.

“And now you also have an excuse to talk to them more often” he said as the taijutsu master came back. “Sakura said they are probably capable of hearing our voices, so if you talk to them, they’ll be able to know you’re their papa once they’re born.”

There were tears shining in Gai’s eyes, an expression quite common when referring to their child.

“Can I tell them our story?” he asked in an incredible low voice as one hand covered the Hatake’s belly. “I want them to know how much I love you, and how much they’ll be loved once they’re here with us.”

Kakashi chuckled, fairly sure that ‘their story’ was not exactly rated for any child, but he guessed they were several years away from the baby understanding anything of what they said.

“Go ahead, just ignore me if I fall asleep.”

Moving into a more comfortable position on the sofa —his back resting against Gai’s chest and butt settled in between his legs—, he relaxed almost completely as the other man’s arms surrounded his lower body. They were not entirely back to the happy point they were at a few days ago, but Kakashi didn’t think they would ever be. And that was ok, because The Gates would always exist and they had to learn and live with them, whatever their believes were. As long as they were both looking out for their child’s health and happiness, he could tolerate it.

A few years later, however, he would realize that neither Gai’s or his opinion mattered, as their child managed to open the First Gate by themselves at fourteen years old.

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