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(Very mild disclaimer for the worst case scenario, this fic is technically a rewrite, from memory, of a roleplay I had done with another person. I do not have access to that roleplay anymore, but the story itself was pretty memorable, so after debating on it for a long while, I've decided to pull the trigger and rewrite it. If said person ends up seeing this fic, idk eat shit or something?)

The letter in Kakashi’s hands was more than a little concerning. Written on old fashioned bamboo paper, sent in a tiger print scroll case, and wax sealed with a family crest he didn’t recognize, was a letter declaring the second squad of ANBU agents that were sent out were dead, and that any further attempts at recon would end in more bloodshed. The letter stated in no uncertain terms that the land their clan’s village sat on was ancestral, the Torazawa clan was not leaving, and ended by recommending they invite the clan’s heir to Konoha to talk about their encroachment. Attached was a half shattered ANBU mask, caked in congealed blood. 

To any sane leader, this was a threat. But Kakashi was between a rock and a hard place. The daimyo of the Land of Tea had convinced the daimyo of the Land of Fire that the village was a threat to the safety of both countries, and commanded Konoha to do something about it. Kakashi had only just managed to talk them down to recon, and they would not be pleased to hear not one but TWO squads of ANBU were bumped off. He’d just wanted information on the village before attempting to wipe it off the map, for gods’ sake. But, any recorded history he had access to, any census or population reports, any and all trace of the Torazawa clan was wiped clean. On paper, it was like until a few years ago, they’d never existed. The only information he had was rumors. Intelligence in the area showed that nearby villages called that area of the woods dangerous, warned passersby not to stray too far south, and opted to take ferries from Degarashi Port to South Port Town than travel through the forest. Any person who went into the forest never came back out again– carts, cars, caravans, all vanished without a trace. This was the real reason the Land of Tea was worried– it was cutting off a very important land route and costing extra money. 

So, he had to find a solution. He tried recon, he tried assassination. And clearly, now the village was onto him. They extended an olive branch in this meeting with the clan heir, but walking the progeny of a village known for disappearing people and who took out two of his elite squads of ninja directly into Konoha – the idea unsettled him. If this heir was going to be in the village, he would need to be guarded at all times. By someone he could trust; high rank shinobi he knew like the back of his hand, able to monitor and analyze the heir and anyone he brought with him 24/7, someone with the diplomatic skills to read a situation and act accordingly. He reaches for his scheduling scroll and glances over the available jōnin in the next few weeks. Upon finding the next free squad, he reads the name and winces. 

“Well, two out of three.” 

–

“Lee, you need to be on your BEST behavior.” 

“I am always on my best behavior, Tenten.” 

“That’s a lie, and we both know it,” Tenten points a finger in Lee’s face with a squinted look. “Lord Seventh is counting on us. We don’t get diplomatic missions often!”

“I do not like that you are insinuating that is my fault, Tenten,” Lee scoffs, crossing his burly arms over his flak jacket. 

“Tenten is half right,” Neji calls over his shoulder, pale eyes rimmed with bulging veins still scanning the trail leading from the village gate. 

“Yeah, I’m– whaddaya mean by that?” Tenten’s nose wrinkles, and then wrinkles again when Neji’s silence speaks for him. “I’m ALWAYS on my best behavior!” 

“I believe there is an echo in here,” Lee chimes in smugly, and Neji rolls his eyes. 

“It’s three parts Lee to one part Tenten,” he mutters. 

“I HEARD THAT.” Tenten throws a lazy shuriken at his head, which he dodges with an equally nonchalant head tilt. 

“Proving my point.” 

“I–!”

“She’s here.” 

Both Lee and Tenten straighten up at that, scanning the treeline. 

“Non-byakugan users would not be able to see,” he chuckles, releasing the jutsu, and Tenten flips him the bird. 

“She?” Lee asks, still straining to see. 

“Yes. Apparently, the clan heir is a very tall woman. Taller than expected.” Neji frowns a bit, and Tenten tilts her head in confusion. 

“What do you mean ‘expected?’” 

Neji grimaces a little. “The return letter that was sent to establish the details of the meeting mentioned a little about the village’s main clan, and some of the unusual traits the women tend to have. We were told they were all tall and broad statured. But, if my byakugan is accurate… the woman approaching us is about 9 feet tall.” 

Around the bend of the trees, Lee can suddenly spot a figure come into view. The woman’s proportions looked relatively normal from afar, aside from one especially prominent feature– her muscles. The huge dark skinned woman had shining silver hair, worn in a high ponytail that cascaded down her back to her knees. She was adorned in sazashi wraps, knee-cinched hakama pants, and assorted patches of samurai armor. Around her waist was the yokozuna rope belt of a sumo wrestler, draped around her torso was a tiger’s pelt, and she carried a massive wood and iron tetsubo club over one shoulder, longer than she was tall. Even from afar, it was clear she was larger than life. 

Lee’s jaw falls slack as Tenten sputters in disbelief. 

“Nine– nine feet?! You’re not serious. There’s no way. You must have misjudged!”

Neji shrugs. “She’ll be here soon, and you can see then.” 

And, as the woman steadily approaches, it becomes even clearer how much she towered over them. By the time she’s in conversational distance, Lee’s neck has to crank all the way back to see her face. Her cheekbones were high, her jaw sharp, her nose long and slim, and her golden, catlike eyes were rimmed with white lashes and dotted, surprisingly, with round pupils. Full, shapely lips betray glimpses of long, sharp teeth as she parts them to speak, and her voice comes out deep and husky, with hints of an unusual accent.

“You are Konoha ninja?” 

Never before in Lee’s life had he ever seen a woman like this. But he has to push down the sudden, unexpected flutters in his chest in favor of professionalism. 

“Yes, pleased to meet you. We are your escort for this trip,” Neji says with a bow, and Tenten and Lee follow suit. “My name is Neji Hyuga, this is Tenten Long and Rock Lee, my teammates.” 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” the woman purrs, the thrum of her voice sending vibrations bouncing off Lee’s ribs. “I am Yona, Heir of Clan Torazawa. I am here in my mother's, Clan Head’s, stead.” 

She sets her club down and the resulting thud makes Tenten salivate. It was an absolutely incredible weapon, intricately studded, carved, and smithed and tipped with a huge steel ring. It had to be 10, 11? Feet long! 

Neji continues on with his speech. “We are honored to have you in our village. As discussed, we have been assigned to escort you through your stay here, and will therefore act as your guides and guards during the week.”

“Yes, I remember. You will make sure nothing bad happens to me, and I do nothing bad to your clan,” the woman chuckles, shaking her head fondly. 

“... Right.” Neji takes out a small pen and memo book from his pack. “We have been given access to funds for the purposes of feeding you in the village, and have set you up with a room in a local inn… though we may have to make new arrangements if the room is not to your liking.” 

Yona laughs at that, and the sound seems to shake the trees. “Give me some futons on tatami, I will be alright.” 

“Noted. Corrections will be made.” Neji makes a small note. “We’ll take you for a meal first, instead. Is there anything you’d like?” 

“I like meat.” Yona’s smile flashes sharp and toothy. “Perhaps that is obvious.” 

To feed a body like that, Lee notes, she would have to like meat. 

“Yakiniku then,” Neji nods politely, and rips the paper from his book to hand to Lee. “Lee, go to this inn and cancel the room under this number, and then go to this inn and book this room type, using this seal. Then meet us at Yakiniku Q.” 

“Right!” Lee gives a quick salute and darts off, hauling up and over rooftops. As he goes, his mind wanders to the mysterious visitor. Their mission had a secondary aspect– intelligence gathering. Recording any information that could be gleaned in close contact with the clan heir. But… Lee was just plain curious about her. She was huge! She was feline! Her accent was so strange! What was her training regime and diet like to feed muscles and fat like that?! How did she fight? He had to know more! 

He can’t keep his mind off her while he runs the errands, and his heart thumps a little harder as he sprints back to Yakiniku Q. He skids to a stop outside the door, noting her weapon laying abandoned on the ground, and takes a few too many breaths to calm down before pushing his way inside. She’s immediately easy to spot, towering over the dining room at a booth right smack in the center, speaking to an incredibly nervous waitress. As he joins them, Lee hears the tail end of her order. 

“... then these “sets” are one course, yes? And I order more?”

“... I suppose it could work that way.” Neji looks increasingly grateful he’s not paying.

“Then I will have one of each set to start,” Yona nods, pointing to the entire page. The waitress gives a faint nod, scribbles something on her pad, and gives Lee a harried smile before scurrying off. 

Lee slips past Yona, sitting at the end of the table in a hastily pulled up chair, to sit across from Tenten and Neji. Tenten shoots him a bewildered look, and Lee shrugs imperceptibly in return. 

“Ahh. You are Lee, yes?” All of a sudden all eyes are on Lee, and he feels his cheeks go rosy. 

“Yes, ma’am! Rock Lee, at your service.” He gives her a sharp salute, and she laughs again. The sound vibrated in his chest, his heart hiccuping in time. She was so dangerously lovely when she smiled like that. 

“Eager! Good boy.” 

And just like that, his cheeks went from rosy to red. Her next question slides over his ears as his heart beats in his throat, dulling his senses. Oh. Oh no. 

Tenten shoots him a sharp look and gives him a little kick under the table, jolting him back to reality. “She asked what you do.” 

“Do?” His mouth feels both too dry and too wet at the same time. 

“Yes, do. Tenten seems to like weapons.” She gestures to Tenten, whose face lights up.

“We were talking about Yona-san’s club. Apparently, she made it herself!”

Yona nods. “Warriors in my clan smith their own weapons. Part of coming of age tradition. So, Tenten has weapons. What do you do?”

“I am an expert in taijutsu, ma’am, as I am unable to use ninjutsu or genjutsu,” Lee replies. Yona frowns and mumbles in a guttural language for a moment. 

“You say taijutsu, ninjutsu? I do not know these words.” 

This startles Team Guy, and Neji shares a look with Tenten, before nodding for Lee to continue. Lee gives a quick explanation, and understanding comes over Yona’s face. 

“Ahh, I see, techniques. My clan, we can also use. But during combat, only weapons. None of your fancy water and fire. Like Lee.” 

Lee’s eyes light up. “You are just like my teacher! He can also use ninjutsu, but chooses not to during battle! He relies on the strength of his fists alone!”

“Lee,” Tenten scolds. “She doesn’t need to know about Guy-sensei.” 

“No, he is alright,” Yona insists. “His teacher sounds like honorable man. Honest warrior, taught Lee well.” 

She claps a massive hand on his shoulder, and blood rushes up Lee’s neck. Neji and Tenten share another meaningful look– there was absolutely no way this was going to end well. 

The moment is interrupted by the first of many large platters of meat, and Yona digs in. Lee can’t help but feel impressed how quickly and efficiently she puts it all away. Meat goes on the grill for barely seconds before it’s in her mouth. Curious, he tries a piece of meat that way himself, but can’t bring himself to try another. 

Yona breaks the brief silence herself. “I like this style of restaurant. We will come back here!” Tenten fights the urge to giggle at the expression on Neji’s face. 

“Yona-san, what is your village like?” Lee asks tentatively. Neji shoots him an exasperated look, but he ignores him. 

“Small. Much smaller than yours. Size of your village surprised me! Many people, many buildings. Ours, not so much.” Yona pauses to scoop four pieces of meat into her mouth, chew, and swallow. “Your clan must be very large.” 

Neji clears his throat. “There are actually many different clans within the village.” 

“Is that so? Makes sense.” Yona gives a thoughtful nod as she lays more meat on the grill. “Not one clan, free to mate with one another.” 

Everyone aside from Yona at the table chokes on their food, and Lee takes a hurried sip of water. Neji and Tenten have a very brief argument with only their eyes, but Lee changes the subject before they have the opportunity to. 

“Yona-san, would you happen to have any pets?”

“Pets? No.” 

Neji and Tenten’s eyes turn to Lee, who looks sheepishly at the counter. 

“Ahh, forgive me, I simply assumed…”

“Pets… like, small dog, or tiny house cat. I do not think tiger counts as pet.”

Everyone perks up at this. 

“Tiger? You have tigers?” Tenten asks. 

“Well, yes, but also, no. Tigers are not pet, they’re… partner. Friend. Fellow warriors.” Yona scowls as she gropes around for the right word. 

“Ahh! We have a clan similar to that!” Lee exclaims. “The Inuzukas, they have large ninja hounds that they work with.”

“Yes, does sound like what!” Yona nods excitedly, golden eyes gleaming. “Life companions, every warrior receives one when she comes of age.” 

Lee’s cheeks flush as he watches Yona gesticulate, and he can’t help but smile– she was so cute! Her halting Japanese, the way her huge frame held her delicate movements, the way her teeth gleamed when she grinned… it all made his heart race. His eyes never leave her as the table continues to chat through their meal. 

“Neji, what do you do?” 

“Ahh… I hope you’ll forgive me if I keep that information close to the chest.” Neji gives Yona an apologetic half-bow, and she laughs a bit and shakes her head. 

“Is alright. Smart. Leader’s tactics. Do you have any…” Yona squints and mumbles a bit under her breath, searching for a word. “Fun activity. For leisure.” 

“Hobbies?” Lee interjects, and Yona gives a sharp, feline grin. 

“Yes! Hobbies! Thank you.” 

“I enjoy meditation as a hobby,” Neji answers politely. Yona nods in approval.

“Good, good. Makes for sharp mind. Perhaps delicate man, but sharp mind,” she comments, and Tenten has to stifle another giggle at how Neji can’t keep the offense off his face. 

“Delicate,” he mumbles into his rice bowl. 

“Do you have hobbies, Yona-san?” Lee asks. 

“Mm… mostly training,” Yona admits. Lee’s eyes light up, and his teammates internally groan. 

“With such a strong body, your training regime must be incredible! Could you tell me more about it? My hobby is also training, one day I hope to catch up to you!” Lee chirrups, but his stream of consciousness is cut off when Yona laughs again. 

“I could tell you, but you would not catch up.” She waves a hand dismissively, and Lee’s face drops a bit. 

“I could try!” 

“Try, yes, succeed, no. My clan is different, special. Only women become this large. Men are delicate, like Neji.” 

“Delicate!” Neji huffs into his drink, but this piques Tenten’s attention. 

“Wait, really? Could you explain a bit more?” 

Yona nods, taking a moment to chew her food and consider her words. “We are small clan, with strict ceremony. Only warriors who come of age properly get to choose mate– and all warriors are women.” 

Team Guy takes in this statement for a beat, before Lee speaks up, his voice hesitant. 

“Why only women?” 

“To be warrior, you must come of age. To come of age, you must face Clan Heir in coming of age ceremony. Clan Heir decides if you are ready to be warrior, or if you become breeding stock.” 

Neji feels his stomach drop to his feet, and Tenten’s heart jumps into her throat at the words “breeding stock,” and the deadpan seriousness with which Yona continues her explanation, as if she was commenting on the weather. 

“All warriors are women, because our women are large and strong, like me. I am largest and strongest, as Clan Heir. I have never lost.” Yona’s expression becomes the tiniest bit smug as she concludes, and she scoops up more meat to pop in her mouth. 

“... Not even once?” Lee asks. Tenten and Neji both snap to look at him, horror mounting as they recognize his tone. 

“Not even once.” Yona swallows, burps, and picks up the menu, beginning to scan it for her second round of meat. 

“Lee, don’t,” Tenten hisses at him as quietly as she can manage.

“I do not think it is fair that they do not get the right to fight for their village!” He murmurs back, thick brows furrowed in all too familiar determination. 

“She said it’s because they weren’t up to her standards!” Tenten shoots back. “Remember how all our ANBU got wiped out? If all the women are huge like her and fight well enough to take out ANBU, it’s no wonder–” 

“You wish to prove yourself?” Yona’s voice is playful, and her eyes gleam down at them from over the menu edge. “You want initiation?” 

“No, no, he doesn’t–” Neji quickly interjects, but Lee butts in. 

“I do! Can I?!” His eyes spark with excitement at the idea of challenging a warrior who has never lost. His heart thrums at the thought of being the first one to beat her.

“No, you CANNOT!” Tenten gives his leg another little kick under the table. 

“He doesn’t mean that,” Neji tries again, but Lee pounds a fist on the countertop, making the dishes rattle. 

“Of course I mean it! How could I not want to prove that Konoha’s shinobi are the finest in the land?! Please, Yona-san, I would like an initiation!” 

“You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into, Lee,” Neji snipes, face pale, but Lee isn’t looking at him anymore. His eyes are with Yona’s, solid black tied to glittering gold. 

She smirks and shrugs. 

“Initiation, then. Let’s finish up here and find suitable sparring place.” 

“Yes!” Lee cheers, and Tenten sinks her head into her hands, groaning quietly. 

–

“There’s still time to go back,” Tenten insists, leaning close to Lee to try and keep their feline charge from hearing them. She was walking a few paces behind, answering a few more of Neji’s questions as they approached the training grounds. “You could say you changed your mind and we could just get her to her inn and–”

“Tenten,” Lee chides, giving her a look of hurt and disbelief, “it sounds like you do not believe I can win.” 

“I don’t!” Tenten scoffs. “She’s huge! Two squads of ANBU! Did you see all the meat she inhaled?! Please think about this rationally!” 

“I am! I am going to win this initiation, hand Yona-san her first loss, and prove that we are–”

“We, that’s such bullshit. You wanna prove you can beat her, that’s it. This is total ego!” Tenten throws her hands in the air. “Whatever, Lee! It’s your funeral! I’ll message Sakura at the hospital and let her know you’re on your way! Dumbass!” 

With that, she storms off into the training ground, finding a large enough tree to park herself under with a huff of exasperation. Lee can’t help but feel hurt. After everything, his teammates were still looking down on him. He was just as splendid a ninja as anyone else! He was a fully fledged Jōnin now, just like Neji and Tenten! He fought in the war, he helped save the world! And he was going to win this match! 

He turns to Yona as she joins them in the field, but Neji intercepts him, panic twisting his features. 

“Lee, do not do this,” he starts, but Lee’s pulse picks up and all he can hear is his blood rushing. 

“Not you too, Neji! I can do this!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Neji tries again, grabbing his shoulder. “This initiation is–”

Lee shrugs him off roughly and strides towards Yona, puffing out his chest. 

“Yona-san! Please face me!” 

The massive woman drops her club on the ground and cracks her knuckles. 

“To be clear, little cub,” she chuckles, and Lee feels his face go rosy again, “We are having initiation. If you lose, you become my breeding stock. Ritual submission. Yes?” 

Tenten jumps to her feet at this, trotting over to them. 

“Wait, what? Hold on, what do you mean by that?” 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Neji spits, coming up behind Lee. “If you lose, according to the laws of her village, she owns you! It’s like a marriage thing, she–”

“Yes, I would like to have an initiation!” Lee blurts. “I will accept all responsibility! But I do not plan to lose!”

Neji slaps a hand to his forehead, and Tenten looks helplessly between Lee and his opponent before Neji drags her away to the sidelines. 

“You better win this, you idiot!” He shouts. 

Lee assumes his fighting stance, his eyes having never left Yona. Yona gives a deeply sickening grin in return, the thin veil of her arrogant nature parting to reveal something lurking just beneath the surface– sadism. Bloodlust. It oozes off her as she rolls her shoulders and takes a few steps back, sizing him up. 

“Whenever you are ready,” she calls. 

Lee takes a deep, steadying breath, and then darts forward, lunging into practiced volleys of blows. His training through his teenage years had paid off; his lankiness had filled out into dense, spring loaded muscle, his moves were sharp and without any wasted movement, fluid and hard hitting, targeting soft spots and tiny openings with pinpoint accuracy. Peacetime had not dulled his sense for combat– Lee was at the top of his game. 

But even with all of his experience and practice, his fists felt like they were slamming into a brick wall. No, not even a brick wall. He could topple a brick wall with a single blow. He felt like he was punching meter-thick steel. Every jab, deflected. Every kick, blocked. Her eyes never left him, measuring his moves, weighing his taijutsu. She wasn’t even fighting back, she was just… observing him. As if everything he was giving her was rudimentary at best. It was unnerving, to not land a single hit. 

Ages pass, and his stamina begins to wane. Lee jumps back, trying to get some space between them. He needed to regroup. He was panting, sweat beginning to bead under his bangs. And it is at this moment that the tide suddenly shifts. Yona sees his retreat for what it is– weakness– and goes in for the kill. His eyes don’t even register that she’s closed the gap before a fist near the size of his head slams into his solar plexus. He feels ribs crack. The sky and ground tumble over one another. Stars spark and dance in his vision, he swears his lungs invert out of his mouth. It isn’t until he’s picking his face up out of the dirt that he realizes he’s puked up all his lunch. He has a few moments at most to bring himself to reality before she’s on him again, hand closing around his leg and hoisting him into the air. A kick lands, and he barely has time to block and protect his spine before he’s sent crashing backwards through a tree. 

He spits blood and bile. The world is spinning. Through the ringing, he can vaguely hear Neji and Tenten’s voices; muffled, pleading. For a moment, he wonders if it would be sportsman-like to open the gates during an initiation, or if that would be against the rules. He doesn’t have time to ponder it further, because he needs to stand up. His legs are shaky, torso screaming in agony. Every breath crackles something. She’s coming. 

“Please, he’s had enough!” Tenten wails, hesitating on the edge of the field. 

“You’ve made your point! He’s an idiot!” Neji insists, voice cracking, but both Lee’s teammates fall silent at the dark and pointed look Yona shoots at them. She walks calmly up to where Lee is teetering, allowing him a few moments to get his head back on straight. 

“Do you concede?” she sneers, sadistic amusement glinting in her toothy grin. 

“I… do not…!” Lee manages, putting his fists back up. He swears he sees her eyes light up.

“Come, then,” she purrs, opening her arms. 

Lee attempts a few more volleys, but none are as enthusiastic as the first. His chest is burning, his head is swimming, and her defense is just as impenetrable as the start. He can’t put a single chink in her armor. Experiencing her blinding speed firsthand helps him hold out against a couple of her hits– he adjusts his timing, dodges, weaves, and executes a few blocks. But her next truly vicious blow is to his head, and bringing up his arms to defend his skull only results in a minor concussion and a fully shattered right ulna. 

He’s on the ground again. Reality feels like molasses, oozing around slowly behind his corneas. Through murky vision, he feels her fingers close around his hair, and his limp body being picked up by his scalp. Her voice is foggy and hot on his ears. 

“Concede, cub. Your friends do not want you to die.” 

“I… I… do… not…!” he wheezes, voice thick around a swollen and split lip. 

“Please,” Tenten begs. “He never knows when to quit, please let him go…!”

“We’ll respect whatever your law dictates,” Neji’s voice shudders with restrained emotion, “just end this. For our sake.” 

After a long, chilly, incredibly tense moment, Yona sighs and drops Lee. He crumples into a heap in the grass, and Tenten sprints forward, scolding him and worrying over him in turn, trying to keep him conscious. 

“We will call it my win.” Yona’s tone is far too bright and blithe for the carnage laying at her feet. “You have healer, yes?” 

“Yes, we’ll get him to the hospital immediately.” Neji pinches the bridge of his nose, scowling at the ground, before turning to Tenten. “Go get the medics. I’ll stay here and try and keep him awake.” 

Tenten nods and sprints off back into the village, and Neji kneels beside Lee, watching his breathing and activating his byakugan to take an internal look. It wasn’t pretty– fractures and breaks all over, plenty of bruising and lacerations. But his spine looked okay, so he helps Lee lay back in a slightly more comfortable position. 

“...Yona-san, just so I know,” he asks quietly. “What exactly does this defeat entail?”

“He is my breeding stock,” she supplies. “We will have ritual submission. Then he will come with me back to my village. I like him. He fought honorably. He will make fine concubine.” 

(Very mild disclaimer for the worst case scenario, this fic is technically a rewrite, from memory, of a roleplay I had done with another person. I do not have access to that roleplay anymore, but the story itself was pretty memorable, so after debating on it for a long while, I've decided to pull the trigger and rewrite it. If said person ends up seeing this fic, idk eat shit or something?)

The letter in Kakashi’s hands was more than a little concerning. Written on old fashioned bamboo paper, sent in a tiger print scroll case, and wax sealed with a family crest he didn’t recognize, was a letter declaring the second squad of ANBU agents that were sent out were dead, and that any further attempts at recon would end in more bloodshed. The letter stated in no uncertain terms that the land their clan’s village sat on was ancestral, the Torazawa clan was not leaving, and ended by recommending they invite the clan’s heir to Konoha to talk about their encroachment. Attached was a half shattered ANBU mask, caked in congealed blood. 

To any sane leader, this was a threat. But Kakashi was between a rock and a hard place. The daimyo of the Land of Tea had convinced the daimyo of the Land of Fire that the village was a threat to the safety of both countries, and commanded Konoha to do something about it. Kakashi had only just managed to talk them down to recon, and they would not be pleased to hear not one but TWO squads of ANBU were bumped off. He’d just wanted information on the village before attempting to wipe it off the map, for gods’ sake. But, any recorded history he had access to, any census or population reports, any and all trace of the Torazawa clan was wiped clean. On paper, it was like until a few years ago, they’d never existed. The only information he had was rumors. Intelligence in the area showed that nearby villages called that area of the woods dangerous, warned passersby not to stray too far south, and opted to take ferries from Degarashi Port to South Port Town than travel through the forest. Any person who went into the forest never came back out again– carts, cars, caravans, all vanished without a trace. This was the real reason the Land of Tea was worried– it was cutting off a very important land route and costing extra money. 

So, he had to find a solution. He tried recon, he tried assassination. And clearly, now the village was onto him. They extended an olive branch in this meeting with the clan heir, but walking the progeny of a village known for disappearing people and who took out two of his elite squads of ninja directly into Konoha – the idea unsettled him. If this heir was going to be in the village, he would need to be guarded at all times. By someone he could trust; high rank shinobi he knew like the back of his hand, able to monitor and analyze the heir and anyone he brought with him 24/7, someone with the diplomatic skills to read a situation and act accordingly. He reaches for his scheduling scroll and glances over the available jōnin in the next few weeks. Upon finding the next free squad, he reads the name and winces. 

“Well, two out of three.” 

–

“Lee, you need to be on your BEST behavior.” 

“I am always on my best behavior, Tenten.” 

“That’s a lie, and we both know it,” Tenten points a finger in Lee’s face with a squinted look. “Lord Seventh is counting on us. We don’t get diplomatic missions often!”

“I do not like that you are insinuating that is my fault, Tenten,” Lee scoffs, crossing his burly arms over his flak jacket. 

“Tenten is half right,” Neji calls over his shoulder, pale eyes rimmed with bulging veins still scanning the trail leading from the village gate. 

“Yeah, I’m– whaddaya mean by that?” Tenten’s nose wrinkles, and then wrinkles again when Neji’s silence speaks for him. “I’m ALWAYS on my best behavior!” 

“I believe there is an echo in here,” Lee chimes in smugly, and Neji rolls his eyes. 

“It’s three parts Lee to one part Tenten,” he mutters. 

“I HEARD THAT.” Tenten throws a lazy shuriken at his head, which he dodges with an equally nonchalant head tilt. 

“Proving my point.” 

“I–!”

“She’s here.” 

Both Lee and Tenten straighten up at that, scanning the treeline. 

“Non-byakugan users would not be able to see,” he chuckles, releasing the jutsu, and Tenten flips him the bird. 

“She?” Lee asks, still straining to see. 

“Yes. Apparently, the clan heir is a very tall woman. Taller than expected.” Neji frowns a bit, and Tenten tilts her head in confusion. 

“What do you mean ‘expected?’” 

Neji grimaces a little. “The return letter that was sent to establish the details of the meeting mentioned a little about the village’s main clan, and some of the unusual traits the women tend to have. We were told they were all tall and broad statured. But, if my byakugan is accurate… the woman approaching us is about 9 feet tall.” 

Around the bend of the trees, Lee can suddenly spot a figure come into view. The woman’s proportions looked relatively normal from afar, aside from one especially prominent feature– her muscles. The huge dark skinned woman had shining silver hair, worn in a high ponytail that cascaded down her back to her knees. She was adorned in sazashi wraps, knee-cinched hakama pants, and assorted patches of samurai armor. Around her waist was the yokozuna rope belt of a sumo wrestler, draped around her torso was a tiger’s pelt, and she carried a massive wood and iron tetsubo club over one shoulder, longer than she was tall. Even from afar, it was clear she was larger than life. 

Lee’s jaw falls slack as Tenten sputters in disbelief. 

“Nine– nine feet?! You’re not serious. There’s no way. You must have misjudged!”

Neji shrugs. “She’ll be here soon, and you can see then.” 

And, as the woman steadily approaches, it becomes even clearer how much she towered over them. By the time she’s in conversational distance, Lee’s neck has to crank all the way back to see her face. Her cheekbones were high, her jaw sharp, her nose long and slim, and her golden, catlike eyes were rimmed with white lashes and dotted, surprisingly, with round pupils. Full, shapely lips betray glimpses of long, sharp teeth as she parts them to speak, and her voice comes out deep and husky, with hints of an unusual accent.

“You are Konoha ninja?” 

Never before in Lee’s life had he ever seen a woman like this. But he has to push down the sudden, unexpected flutters in his chest in favor of professionalism. 

“Yes, pleased to meet you. We are your escort for this trip,” Neji says with a bow, and Tenten and Lee follow suit. “My name is Neji Hyuga, this is Tenten Long and Rock Lee, my teammates.” 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance,” the woman purrs, the thrum of her voice sending vibrations bouncing off Lee’s ribs. “I am Yona, Heir of Clan Torazawa. I am here in my mother's, Clan Head’s, stead.” 

She sets her club down and the resulting thud makes Tenten salivate. It was an absolutely incredible weapon, intricately studded, carved, and smithed and tipped with a huge steel ring. It had to be 10, 11? Feet long! 

Neji continues on with his speech. “We are honored to have you in our village. As discussed, we have been assigned to escort you through your stay here, and will therefore act as your guides and guards during the week.”

“Yes, I remember. You will make sure nothing bad happens to me, and I do nothing bad to your clan,” the woman chuckles, shaking her head fondly. 

“... Right.” Neji takes out a small pen and memo book from his pack. “We have been given access to funds for the purposes of feeding you in the village, and have set you up with a room in a local inn… though we may have to make new arrangements if the room is not to your liking.” 

Yona laughs at that, and the sound seems to shake the trees. “Give me some futons on tatami, I will be alright.” 

“Noted. Corrections will be made.” Neji makes a small note. “We’ll take you for a meal first, instead. Is there anything you’d like?” 

“I like meat.” Yona’s smile flashes sharp and toothy. “Perhaps that is obvious.” 

To feed a body like that, Lee notes, she would have to like meat. 

“Yakiniku then,” Neji nods politely, and rips the paper from his book to hand to Lee. “Lee, go to this inn and cancel the room under this number, and then go to this inn and book this room type, using this seal. Then meet us at Yakiniku Q.” 

“Right!” Lee gives a quick salute and darts off, hauling up and over rooftops. As he goes, his mind wanders to the mysterious visitor. Their mission had a secondary aspect– intelligence gathering. Recording any information that could be gleaned in close contact with the clan heir. But… Lee was just plain curious about her. She was huge! She was feline! Her accent was so strange! What was her training regime and diet like to feed muscles and fat like that?! How did she fight? He had to know more! 

He can’t keep his mind off her while he runs the errands, and his heart thumps a little harder as he sprints back to Yakiniku Q. He skids to a stop outside the door, noting her weapon laying abandoned on the ground, and takes a few too many breaths to calm down before pushing his way inside. She’s immediately easy to spot, towering over the dining room at a booth right smack in the center, speaking to an incredibly nervous waitress. As he joins them, Lee hears the tail end of her order. 

“... then these “sets” are one course, yes? And I order more?”

“... I suppose it could work that way.” Neji looks increasingly grateful he’s not paying.

“Then I will have one of each set to start,” Yona nods, pointing to the entire page. The waitress gives a faint nod, scribbles something on her pad, and gives Lee a harried smile before scurrying off. 

Lee slips past Yona, sitting at the end of the table in a hastily pulled up chair, to sit across from Tenten and Neji. Tenten shoots him a bewildered look, and Lee shrugs imperceptibly in return. 

“Ahh. You are Lee, yes?” All of a sudden all eyes are on Lee, and he feels his cheeks go rosy. 

“Yes, ma’am! Rock Lee, at your service.” He gives her a sharp salute, and she laughs again. The sound vibrated in his chest, his heart hiccuping in time. She was so dangerously lovely when she smiled like that. 

“Eager! Good boy.” 

And just like that, his cheeks went from rosy to red. Her next question slides over his ears as his heart beats in his throat, dulling his senses. Oh. Oh no. 

Tenten shoots him a sharp look and gives him a little kick under the table, jolting him back to reality. “She asked what you do.” 

“Do?” His mouth feels both too dry and too wet at the same time. 

“Yes, do. Tenten seems to like weapons.” She gestures to Tenten, whose face lights up.

“We were talking about Yona-san’s club. Apparently, she made it herself!”

Yona nods. “Warriors in my clan smith their own weapons. Part of coming of age tradition. So, Tenten has weapons. What do you do?”

“I am an expert in taijutsu, ma’am, as I am unable to use ninjutsu or genjutsu,” Lee replies. Yona frowns and mumbles in a guttural language for a moment. 

“You say taijutsu, ninjutsu? I do not know these words.” 

This startles Team Guy, and Neji shares a look with Tenten, before nodding for Lee to continue. Lee gives a quick explanation, and understanding comes over Yona’s face. 

“Ahh, I see, techniques. My clan, we can also use. But during combat, only weapons. None of your fancy water and fire. Like Lee.” 

Lee’s eyes light up. “You are just like my teacher! He can also use ninjutsu, but chooses not to during battle! He relies on the strength of his fists alone!”

“Lee,” Tenten scolds. “She doesn’t need to know about Guy-sensei.” 

“No, he is alright,” Yona insists. “His teacher sounds like honorable man. Honest warrior, taught Lee well.” 

She claps a massive hand on his shoulder, and blood rushes up Lee’s neck. Neji and Tenten share another meaningful look– there was absolutely no way this was going to end well. 

The moment is interrupted by the first of many large platters of meat, and Yona digs in. Lee can’t help but feel impressed how quickly and efficiently she puts it all away. Meat goes on the grill for barely seconds before it’s in her mouth. Curious, he tries a piece of meat that way himself, but can’t bring himself to try another. 

Yona breaks the brief silence herself. “I like this style of restaurant. We will come back here!” Tenten fights the urge to giggle at the expression on Neji’s face. 

“Yona-san, what is your village like?” Lee asks tentatively. Neji shoots him an exasperated look, but he ignores him. 

“Small. Much smaller than yours. Size of your village surprised me! Many people, many buildings. Ours, not so much.” Yona pauses to scoop four pieces of meat into her mouth, chew, and swallow. “Your clan must be very large.” 

Neji clears his throat. “There are actually many different clans within the village.” 

“Is that so? Makes sense.” Yona gives a thoughtful nod as she lays more meat on the grill. “Not one clan, free to mate with one another.” 

Everyone aside from Yona at the table chokes on their food, and Lee takes a hurried sip of water. Neji and Tenten have a very brief argument with only their eyes, but Lee changes the subject before they have the opportunity to. 

“Yona-san, would you happen to have any pets?”

“Pets? No.” 

Neji and Tenten’s eyes turn to Lee, who looks sheepishly at the counter. 

“Ahh, forgive me, I simply assumed…”

“Pets… like, small dog, or tiny house cat. I do not think tiger counts as pet.”

Everyone perks up at this. 

“Tiger? You have tigers?” Tenten asks. 

“Well, yes, but also, no. Tigers are not pet, they’re… partner. Friend. Fellow warriors.” Yona scowls as she gropes around for the right word. 

“Ahh! We have a clan similar to that!” Lee exclaims. “The Inuzukas, they have large ninja hounds that they work with.”

“Yes, does sound like what!” Yona nods excitedly, golden eyes gleaming. “Life companions, every warrior receives one when she comes of age.” 

Lee’s cheeks flush as he watches Yona gesticulate, and he can’t help but smile– she was so cute! Her halting Japanese, the way her huge frame held her delicate movements, the way her teeth gleamed when she grinned… it all made his heart race. His eyes never leave her as the table continues to chat through their meal. 

“Neji, what do you do?” 

“Ahh… I hope you’ll forgive me if I keep that information close to the chest.” Neji gives Yona an apologetic half-bow, and she laughs a bit and shakes her head. 

“Is alright. Smart. Leader’s tactics. Do you have any…” Yona squints and mumbles a bit under her breath, searching for a word. “Fun activity. For leisure.” 

“Hobbies?” Lee interjects, and Yona gives a sharp, feline grin. 

“Yes! Hobbies! Thank you.” 

“I enjoy meditation as a hobby,” Neji answers politely. Yona nods in approval.

“Good, good. Makes for sharp mind. Perhaps delicate man, but sharp mind,” she comments, and Tenten has to stifle another giggle at how Neji can’t keep the offense off his face. 

“Delicate,” he mumbles into his rice bowl. 

“Do you have hobbies, Yona-san?” Lee asks. 

“Mm… mostly training,” Yona admits. Lee’s eyes light up, and his teammates internally groan. 

“With such a strong body, your training regime must be incredible! Could you tell me more about it? My hobby is also training, one day I hope to catch up to you!” Lee chirrups, but his stream of consciousness is cut off when Yona laughs again. 

“I could tell you, but you would not catch up.” She waves a hand dismissively, and Lee’s face drops a bit. 

“I could try!” 

“Try, yes, succeed, no. My clan is different, special. Only women become this large. Men are delicate, like Neji.” 

“Delicate!” Neji huffs into his drink, but this piques Tenten’s attention. 

“Wait, really? Could you explain a bit more?” 

Yona nods, taking a moment to chew her food and consider her words. “We are small clan, with strict ceremony. Only warriors who come of age properly get to choose mate– and all warriors are women.” 

Team Guy takes in this statement for a beat, before Lee speaks up, his voice hesitant. 

“Why only women?” 

“To be warrior, you must come of age. To come of age, you must face Clan Heir in coming of age ceremony. Clan Heir decides if you are ready to be warrior, or if you become breeding stock.” 

Neji feels his stomach drop to his feet, and Tenten’s heart jumps into her throat at the words “breeding stock,” and the deadpan seriousness with which Yona continues her explanation, as if she was commenting on the weather. 

“All warriors are women, because our women are large and strong, like me. I am largest and strongest, as Clan Heir. I have never lost.” Yona’s expression becomes the tiniest bit smug as she concludes, and she scoops up more meat to pop in her mouth. 

“... Not even once?” Lee asks. Tenten and Neji both snap to look at him, horror mounting as they recognize his tone. 

“Not even once.” Yona swallows, burps, and picks up the menu, beginning to scan it for her second round of meat. 

“Lee, don’t,” Tenten hisses at him as quietly as she can manage.

“I do not think it is fair that they do not get the right to fight for their village!” He murmurs back, thick brows furrowed in all too familiar determination. 

“She said it’s because they weren’t up to her standards!” Tenten shoots back. “Remember how all our ANBU got wiped out? If all the women are huge like her and fight well enough to take out ANBU, it’s no wonder–” 

“You wish to prove yourself?” Yona’s voice is playful, and her eyes gleam down at them from over the menu edge. “You want initiation?” 

“No, no, he doesn’t–” Neji quickly interjects, but Lee butts in. 

“I do! Can I?!” His eyes spark with excitement at the idea of challenging a warrior who has never lost. His heart thrums at the thought of being the first one to beat her.

“No, you CANNOT!” Tenten gives his leg another little kick under the table. 

“He doesn’t mean that,” Neji tries again, but Lee pounds a fist on the countertop, making the dishes rattle. 

“Of course I mean it! How could I not want to prove that Konoha’s shinobi are the finest in the land?! Please, Yona-san, I would like an initiation!” 

“You have NO idea what you’re getting yourself into, Lee,” Neji snipes, face pale, but Lee isn’t looking at him anymore. His eyes are with Yona’s, solid black tied to glittering gold. 

She smirks and shrugs. 

“Initiation, then. Let’s finish up here and find suitable sparring place.” 

“Yes!” Lee cheers, and Tenten sinks her head into her hands, groaning quietly. 

–

“There’s still time to go back,” Tenten insists, leaning close to Lee to try and keep their feline charge from hearing them. She was walking a few paces behind, answering a few more of Neji’s questions as they approached the training grounds. “You could say you changed your mind and we could just get her to her inn and–”

“Tenten,” Lee chides, giving her a look of hurt and disbelief, “it sounds like you do not believe I can win.” 

“I don’t!” Tenten scoffs. “She’s huge! Two squads of ANBU! Did you see all the meat she inhaled?! Please think about this rationally!” 

“I am! I am going to win this initiation, hand Yona-san her first loss, and prove that we are–”

“We, that’s such bullshit. You wanna prove you can beat her, that’s it. This is total ego!” Tenten throws her hands in the air. “Whatever, Lee! It’s your funeral! I’ll message Sakura at the hospital and let her know you’re on your way! Dumbass!” 

With that, she storms off into the training ground, finding a large enough tree to park herself under with a huff of exasperation. Lee can’t help but feel hurt. After everything, his teammates were still looking down on him. He was just as splendid a ninja as anyone else! He was a fully fledged Jōnin now, just like Neji and Tenten! He fought in the war, he helped save the world! And he was going to win this match! 

He turns to Yona as she joins them in the field, but Neji intercepts him, panic twisting his features. 

“Lee, do not do this,” he starts, but Lee’s pulse picks up and all he can hear is his blood rushing. 

“Not you too, Neji! I can do this!”

“No, you don’t understand,” Neji tries again, grabbing his shoulder. “This initiation is–”

Lee shrugs him off roughly and strides towards Yona, puffing out his chest. 

“Yona-san! Please face me!” 

The massive woman drops her club on the ground and cracks her knuckles. 

“To be clear, little cub,” she chuckles, and Lee feels his face go rosy again, “We are having initiation. If you lose, you become my breeding stock. Ritual submission. Yes?” 

Tenten jumps to her feet at this, trotting over to them. 

“Wait, what? Hold on, what do you mean by that?” 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Neji spits, coming up behind Lee. “If you lose, according to the laws of her village, she owns you! It’s like a marriage thing, she–”

“Yes, I would like to have an initiation!” Lee blurts. “I will accept all responsibility! But I do not plan to lose!”

Neji slaps a hand to his forehead, and Tenten looks helplessly between Lee and his opponent before Neji drags her away to the sidelines. 

“You better win this, you idiot!” He shouts. 

Lee assumes his fighting stance, his eyes having never left Yona. Yona gives a deeply sickening grin in return, the thin veil of her arrogant nature parting to reveal something lurking just beneath the surface– sadism. Bloodlust. It oozes off her as she rolls her shoulders and takes a few steps back, sizing him up. 

“Whenever you are ready,” she calls. 

Lee takes a deep, steadying breath, and then darts forward, lunging into practiced volleys of blows. His training through his teenage years had paid off; his lankiness had filled out into dense, spring loaded muscle, his moves were sharp and without any wasted movement, fluid and hard hitting, targeting soft spots and tiny openings with pinpoint accuracy. Peacetime had not dulled his sense for combat– Lee was at the top of his game. 

But even with all of his experience and practice, his fists felt like they were slamming into a brick wall. No, not even a brick wall. He could topple a brick wall with a single blow. He felt like he was punching meter-thick steel. Every jab, deflected. Every kick, blocked. Her eyes never left him, measuring his moves, weighing his taijutsu. She wasn’t even fighting back, she was just… observing him. As if everything he was giving her was rudimentary at best. It was unnerving, to not land a single hit. 

Ages pass, and his stamina begins to wane. Lee jumps back, trying to get some space between them. He needed to regroup. He was panting, sweat beginning to bead under his bangs. And it is at this moment that the tide suddenly shifts. Yona sees his retreat for what it is– weakness– and goes in for the kill. His eyes don’t even register that she’s closed the gap before a fist near the size of his head slams into his solar plexus. He feels ribs crack. The sky and ground tumble over one another. Stars spark and dance in his vision, he swears his lungs invert out of his mouth. It isn’t until he’s picking his face up out of the dirt that he realizes he’s puked up all his lunch. He has a few moments at most to bring himself to reality before she’s on him again, hand closing around his leg and hoisting him into the air. A kick lands, and he barely has time to block and protect his spine before he’s sent crashing backwards through a tree. 

He spits blood and bile. The world is spinning. Through the ringing, he can vaguely hear Neji and Tenten’s voices; muffled, pleading. For a moment, he wonders if it would be sportsman-like to open the gates during an initiation, or if that would be against the rules. He doesn’t have time to ponder it further, because he needs to stand up. His legs are shaky, torso screaming in agony. Every breath crackles something. She’s coming. 

“Please, he’s had enough!” Tenten wails, hesitating on the edge of the field. 

“You’ve made your point! He’s an idiot!” Neji insists, voice cracking, but both Lee’s teammates fall silent at the dark and pointed look Yona shoots at them. She walks calmly up to where Lee is teetering, allowing him a few moments to get his head back on straight. 

“Do you concede?” she sneers, sadistic amusement glinting in her toothy grin. 

“I… do not…!” Lee manages, putting his fists back up. He swears he sees her eyes light up.

“Come, then,” she purrs, opening her arms. 

Lee attempts a few more volleys, but none are as enthusiastic as the first. His chest is burning, his head is swimming, and her defense is just as impenetrable as the start. He can’t put a single chink in her armor. Experiencing her blinding speed firsthand helps him hold out against a couple of her hits– he adjusts his timing, dodges, weaves, and executes a few blocks. But her next truly vicious blow is to his head, and bringing up his arms to defend his skull only results in a minor concussion and a fully shattered right ulna. 

He’s on the ground again. Reality feels like molasses, oozing around slowly behind his corneas. Through murky vision, he feels her fingers close around his hair, and his limp body being picked up by his scalp. Her voice is foggy and hot on his ears. 

“Concede, cub. Your friends do not want you to die.” 

“I… I… do… not…!” he wheezes, voice thick around a swollen and split lip. 

“Please,” Tenten begs. “He never knows when to quit, please let him go…!”

“We’ll respect whatever your law dictates,” Neji’s voice shudders with restrained emotion, “just end this. For our sake.” 

After a long, chilly, incredibly tense moment, Yona sighs and drops Lee. He crumples into a heap in the grass, and Tenten sprints forward, scolding him and worrying over him in turn, trying to keep him conscious. 

“We will call it my win.” Yona’s tone is far too bright and blithe for the carnage laying at her feet. “You have healer, yes?” 

“Yes, we’ll get him to the hospital immediately.” Neji pinches the bridge of his nose, scowling at the ground, before turning to Tenten. “Go get the medics. I’ll stay here and try and keep him awake.” 

Tenten nods and sprints off back into the village, and Neji kneels beside Lee, watching his breathing and activating his byakugan to take an internal look. It wasn’t pretty– fractures and breaks all over, plenty of bruising and lacerations. But his spine looked okay, so he helps Lee lay back in a slightly more comfortable position. 

“...Yona-san, just so I know,” he asks quietly. “What exactly does this defeat entail?”

“He is my breeding stock,” she supplies. “We will have ritual submission. Then he will come with me back to my village. I like him. He fought honorably. He will make fine concubine.” 

Just because Kakuzu liked money doesn’t mean he liked to be showy about it.

But you…

You sat among your riches, draped in expensive silks. The room almost made Kakuzu scoff, with the surrounding clutter of treasures almost matching the ornaments that littered your body. Intricately embroidered patterns were adorned with precious jewels that swooped from shiny chains. You decorated yourself like a shrine to a famed deity and sat among your wealth like the royalty of old.

It was a waste, Kakuzu thought. The artifacts weren’t even sold for ryō, not to mention you kept everything in one place. He stood on a mountain of gold coins, one booted foot propped up onto the incline. 

“I’ve been sent to kill you,” he said curtly. You frowned, studying him up and down, your cheek resting elegantly against your knuckles. 

“So I’ve been told.” You leaned forward, plucking a large, bound book from next to your ornate chair. Kakuzu watched silently as you flipped through the wide pages of handwritten lines. “Thirteen-thousand, forty-one-thousand, sixty-eight-thousand, ninety-five-thousand, your men owe me over one-hundred-ten-thousand ryō, and your leader sends an assassin rather than payment for my gracious loan?”

You let the heavy book slap closed, the sound sharper than it should have been for a book. 

“You’re pitiful magpie, aren’t you?” Kakuzu stepped up the amassment of treasure, sliding as the precious metals shuffled downward. “If you had allowed time for repayment rather than slaughtering mere ants and thrusting an accumulated debt onto the organization, perhaps I wouldn’t be standing here.” He took another step with a dangerous dip of his head. “The organization hadn’t been pleased that a loan shark has been snatching our boots on the ground. When I’m finished, I will be taking your collection and the price on your head to make up for it.”

Kakuzu lunged at you, launching his thread-like tendrils from his hand. You stood instantly, intercepting and spooling the dark threads around an encrusted scepter. You held it under your arm, one hand on the far end to leverage it. 

“My money, huh?” you spat with a crinkled nose. “A bounty hunter. Of course, they would send a bottom feeder like you.” 

“Says the loan shark.”

“But you know what, bounty hunter?” You released the scepter, allowing the broken tension to send Kakuzu sliding a meter down the mountain of gold, his boot sinking up to his calf into the coins. You were on him faster than he could blink. Kakuzu recoiled as a long slit opened on his cheek right under his eye. Your gaze darkened with raging fury. “You’re not going to touch a single ryō of my money!”

You charged at him with a qiang spear, twirling the weapon's length over your wrist to counter Kakuzu’s attack. And then you struck with a strength disproportionate to your physique. Over and over, you lunged at him with your spear, and Kakuzu suddenly found himself on the offense.

He slipped again on the pile, and you took advantage of his vulnerability. You moved to strike him directly in the chest, but he dropped to his knees to slide to the bottom of the treasure, raking his fingers through your riches as he went.

You scowled down at him, legs bent to steady yourself from where you stood on the high ground. Kakuzu rose, a few coins cascading from his fingers. He huffed with a noticeable rise and lowering of his shoulders.

“What a waste,” he muttered as they clattered to the ground. “You don’t even deserve what you have.” Kakuzu barely had time to speak. You kicked over a nearby mirror, using it to skate down the amalgamation of gold with increasing velocity.

You were engaged again, slashing at him only to be blocked. You maneuvered around each other, exchanging blows and looking for an opening. Kakuzu drew a kunai, tendrils weaving around your spear to land a shallow slash across your stomach. You recoiled, stumbling back to land against the riches behind you.

Kakuzu observed you as you stood, using your spear to bring yourself to your feet. 

“You shouldn’t be so careless when it comes to a resource as precious as money,” he lectured, looking on in disdain as a few drops of blood trickled down onto the gold. “You’re lucky that you haven’t been robbed blind before. But don’t worry—” Kakuzu’s skin broke apart to reveal the raving sea of black threads that wriggled within his limbs. —“I will take very good care of your fortune, pitiful magpie.” 

Kakuzu rushed you, and you quickly assumed the defensive, straining against the force laid on your spear as you fought him off with unceasing fury.

“You think this is all I have? Don’t make me laugh!” Your voice strained as you fought to push forward. “As if the real good stuff wouldn’t be in a 108-Keikaku!” You slashed forward but only met air. Kakuzu had recoiled with a conflicted glint in his eye.

“You have a 108-Keikaku?” His brows knitted together, confused. You shrugged almost sheepishly, spear still in hand, and pointed toward the ceiling.

“I thought I’d be in trouble if I didn’t have one. I can’t say it’s my finest investment, but it’s far more practical than the—”

— “Tsurugi Plan,” you said in unison. Kakuzu nodded, almost adamantly. His limbs had reverted to their normal appearance. You matched his furrowed brow as your head jerked skeptically to the side.  

“You invest?” 

Kakuzu scoffed as if you should’ve known better than to ask. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Of course I do,” he said as if it were obvious. “I wouldn’t have expected a lowly loan shark to have a 108-Keikaku.” You rolled your eyes, now holding your spear away as you leaned on your back leg. 

“I prefer to invest in small businesses.”

“Small businesses, please.” Kakuzu shifted where he stood in disbelief, and another shake of his head. “Hardly practical for someone in your line of work.” At this point, Kakuzu had sat down, and you had nearly set down your weapon altogether. 

“Side hobby, I guess. To sate the restlessness,” you said with a semblance of a laugh, almost in thought. “We used to have a different culture before the Five Nation Treaty and shinobi work—”

“It’s truly a dying art form, isn’t it?” 

You plopped down on the floor with crossed legs, flinching as the movement irritated your wound. Your spear clattered down in front of you as you hummed to yourself. Kakuzu kicked his boots up on a small chest, intertwined fingers resting on his lap. 

“What’s a bounty hunter doing with a terrorist organization?” 

“The Akatsuki allow for quite the moneymaking opportunities.” 

“Is that so?” You glanced around the room, taking a moment to ponder to yourself before you stood, settling your gaze back on Kakuzu. “Whatever you’re being paid, I’ll double it.” Kakuzu barked out a laugh. His boots kicked over the chest in front of him and his soles settled into the coins on the ground below.

“Oh really?” He leaned forward with eyes narrowed in intrigue. 

“You can go on any collection that you’d like and take a cut. I won’t interfere or collect on any bounties you pursue in your spare time.” You moved forward, meeting his stare as you dared to approach him. Kakuzu cocked his head.

“What cut?”

“Eighty-twenty.”

“Ha!” He barked again, the laugh making his chest jump. “I hope you’re the one taking the twenty percent.” You stopped in front of him with a scowl.

“I hope you’re not expecting fifty-fifty on my collections?” Kakuzu admired the dip of your lip. Yes, you were serious about money. “I’ll pay you double. Outside of collections, you may do as you please. You’ll get twenty-five. It’s more than generous.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Thirty.”

“Deal.”

Kakuzu stood with a start and your two palms came together with a firm clap. 

“You have a firm shake,” Kakuzu commented.

“Anything less is an insult to my partners,” you said, and Kakuzu fell in love instantly.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: There's a reason I rebloged the "just according to Keikaku" meme earlier this week. I was thinking to myself, "what's a fake finance plan" and I knew immediately what needed to be done.

Water flows from your hand and you swirl it with the fire, neither element touching the other but cutting it very close. The sound of leaves crunching alerts you but doesn't break your flow; you merely press your heel into the earth and raise a barrier for yourself, the trees moving and obscuring the path to you.

"I'm friendly!" You hear a low chuckle alongside the proclamation.

With a smirk, you continue your silky tai chi, aiming a finger in the sky and sending a bolt of lightning in the intruder's direction in the trees without a glance. You laugh at the "woah!" and feel the impact of his landing through your feet on the ground.

There's no words but the whispers the wind sends you as the hand signs are formed, giving you all the warning you need to meet the large fireball with a wave of water. The two elements meet in the middle, steam filling the air as your strong wave eventually fizzles out the fire; you laugh and stand tall, pleased to see your visitor.

"Ah, Jiraiya. So nice to see you."

The sannin snorts and crosses his arms, sauntering over to you. He stands tall above you, bigger than you in every way. "You mean so nice to beat me."

"Well, that's just a given." You tease, the satisfied smirk lingering on your lips.

"Well, not all of us can cheat."

You wave your hand and allow the forest to resume its natural formation, your expression losing its luster as Jiraiya waits without further comment. You sigh to yourself, a deep, annoyed rumble in your chest and start walking to your shack. "You're here on business."

"I am." He follows you, his sandals clacking on your wooden steps.

"You never come here otherwise these days." You grumble under your breath. Why do I ever hope for something else?

"It's only because I stay busy." Jiraiya takes your hand and stops you, tilting your chin to look up at him. "Believe me, if I had enough free time, I'd be here driving you nuts all the time, just like I used to."

Your eyes roll and you remove yourself from his touch to begin rummaging through the kitchen cabinets. "So, what do you need? Supplies, potions, food pills?"

"Not this time." He crosses his arms over that broad chest again. "I need you."

You pause your movements entirely; even your breathing takes pause. He what??

"I need another person for this job; I'll be undercover and need your help."

You come back to yourself, remembering to breathe as you slowly close the doors to the cabinets. "And why me?"

"I need a woman; and I don't know a better woman than you."

"You mean available." You bite down on your tongue. As much as he's gone on about Lady Tsunade over the years? You could never compare in his mind, even with your abilities. "I don't think so, Jiraiya."

Jiraiya sighs and steps toward you, resting his hip against the countertop. Waiting for his pitch, you absentmindedly fold a kitchen towel, gazing up at him after a beat of silence. He's waiting, and you're too eager to be convinced that you truly are the best woman he knows. His eyes are captivating, his voice low and soft during his pitch. "I need your help. I need a woman nobody will recognize, and one that'll stand pretending to be my wife. I need you."

You can't break away from those charcoal eyes. Damn him. "Is this mission dangerous?"

"Could be. Hoping not to be; simple infiltration so I can document information for Konoha."

"And where are we going?"

"Kaminari no Kuni. Tsunade-sama has reason to believe they're planning some sort of attack or invasion; right now Konoha has one of their former shinobi captive."

"Kumogakure specifically, I bet."

"Mhm." Jiraiya nods. "So?"

You sigh. "It's not like I can let you head into Lightning territory alone."

Jiraiya grins, pulling you into a strong, crushing hug. You hesitate for a mere half-second before returning his hug, inadvertently feeling his toned body beneath the few layers of clothes he wears. The first time you'd seen him without a shirt shocked you and allowed him an advantage during your sparring session; he's slimmer and more fit than he first appears.

"C'mon, it'll be fun. We get to stop at a hot spring resort." He grins with that goofy, pervy laugh of his, and you land a solid palm against his chest, jolting him with lightning. Your loud cackle rings in his ears as you walk away to pack.

"So tell me more about this; our cover story, why we're posing as a couple." You bring up after a while of companionable silence. You've started the long journey side-by-side, the sun now at the halfway point of the sky after a few hours of walking.

Jiraiya inhales deeply through his nose, stooping to pick up a white flower, rubbing a petal between the pads of his fingers. "The shinobi in Konoha is a mercenary, and from what Intel gathered, he wasn't hired specifically by the country. Officially, anyway."

"So, what, the Raikage is dealing under the table? Seems cowardly for him."

"Which is why I don't think he's got anything to do with it. My best assumption is an advisor to him, something of that level."

"And so… We're doing this because…?"

Jiraiya tucks the flower behind your ear, brushing the back of his knuckle down the side of your face before dropping his hand and looking away. Your cheeks burn at his touch, no matter how slight it was. You're just thankful he can't hear the way your heartbeat picks up.

"The Land of Lightning is a common honeymoon spot; they expect tourists of all types, from any country. So we go in as newlyweds. We've got an invitation to a rather exclusive gala and that's my best opportunity to snoop around."

"So you'd stick out if you went alone." You murmur. "Alright. Do I even want to know how you've obtained this invitation?"

Jiraiya laughs lowly, the look on his face enough of an answer for you. You groan in disgust and shove that solid body, not sending him even an inch away. He laughs, hands raised innocently.

"It's not what you think, relax. I stole it, no other nefarious means involved."

"Hmm, fine." You cross your arms. Jiraiya just laughs again, the sound quiet and a small rumble against that big chest.

"Who knew the once-in-a-generation, master-of-all-elements would be green with envy at the idea of little ole me getting some action?" He teases, laughing harder at the way you look at him after. You narrow your eyes, blood pulsing rapidly through your veins while you gather a ball of air in your palm, and he notices just a bit too late to dodge it fully.

A satisfied smirk takes place on your lips as he screeches, beginning picking up his belongings, which are now scattered all over the dirt and trees. You wave off his threats ("Don't think I'll forget this, you shit!") and set back on the path to Kumogakure. Your thoughts calm and you close your eyes, arms crossing over your stomach as you hum a random tune you're making up as you go.

You laugh to yourself when you hear those wooden sandals moving quickly on the pavement, a soft huff on Jiraiya's lips once he's back beside you. "Trouble. You are nothing but trouble."

"And you are the troublemaker."

Jiraiya doesn't even bother denying it, and instead his lips quirk slightly. "You should work field missions with me more often. I'd be less bored."

"Pfft. I'm already biased for Konoha to begin with; and given my whole schtick, I don't think it'd be ethical to be a shinobi for one village."

"Mm, there is a point in that. Any of the villages would raise hell if they knew Konoha's had an advanced phenomenon like you all this time. We'd surely never know peaceful times then."

"We'll never know peace, Jiraiya. This world focuses too much on greed and power; villages fight over grudges their ancestors had! I cannot imagine inherently having to hate someone because some irrelevant family member didn't like someone from another clan."

Jiraiya snorts. "As long as men have sticks, there's always going to be a competition for the bigger stick. But imagine a world where it isn't fatal."

"They should build themselves up instead of plotting the destruction of others." You murmur. In your younger days, during the last war, you'd seen firsthand the lengths every village had gone to; people died, were displaced, children became orphans, soldiers dropped dead over other men's problems; the world laid in ruin over the things that nobody would take with them when they died.

Things quiet, and there's a long period where all you hear is the melody of the wind, the birds chirping loudly as they cry out for a mate, and eventually the rumble of Jiraiya's stomach. He laughs, cheeks blushed while patting his belly. "Hehe, maybe time for a pit stop?"

"I have food pills." You aim for a small pouch on your side, but Jiraiya's quick to shake his hands, his voice pitching loudly.

"No, no! Wouldn't want to waste precious resources now!" You narrow your eyes and perk a brow.

"We have a specific reservation time and you want to risk being late because you're a big baby that won't deal with the taste of a food pill??"

"Yes, yes I do!" Jiraiya pushes his lips out, pathetically giving you his best puppy dog eyes.

You sigh and rub your forehead. "You're buying, Mr. Icha Icha."

"I'd never have a lady pay my way." He could not, however, say the same about thirteen-year-olds.

Lunch came and went several hours ago, and your eyes struggle to stay open. Should've just shoved the damn food pill in his mouth and called it a day…

"What's this?" Jiraiya needles, bending at the knee to bump his shoulder to yours. "I brought a grandma on my mission??"

There's a rumble low in the back of your throat, warning growl in which Jiraiya only laughs at before scooping you up and slinging you over his shoulder. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" You slam your fist against his back a few times.

"Can't afford to slow down now!"

"Put me down, Jiraiya!" You demand, wiggling around in his iron grip. Though as hard as you try, you can't get even a little loose from his strong hold.

"If I were you, I'd enjoy the lift." He muses, turning his head and appreciating the view of your ass and legs as he enjoys the lift.

You scoff. "This is ridiculous."

"You said it yourself, we have a deadline to meet, and I've got a few more hours in me. So hold tight, princess!"

"I should kill you."

"After the mission, dear."

You snort and allow Jiraiya to carry you. The view is admittedly nice, as you settle your forearms on his shoulder and relax your sore muscles. Jiraiya's hands are warm and strong, one splayed on your back and the other holding your thigh as he carries you securely.

You hum and entertain yourself through use of various elements, smirking at a particularly devious idea you get after a couple of hours, having officially bored yourself out of your mind. Lightning generates in your hand, just a slight amount, and you swing with all of your might, laying a helluva slap on his ass.

"AYE!" Jiraiya jolts a few feet in the air, the hand that was on your thigh gripping his struck ass cheek.

You laugh hard enough you'd fall to the ground, if not for Jiraiya's strong arm holding you on his shoulder still. He turns his head and bites the curve of your waist, and you screech, wiggling around. "Owwwwwww!"

"You can touch my ass all you want, but no lightning. Got it?" Jiraiya bites you one last time.

Your cheeks heat up. "I have no desire to touch your ass without lightning or some other element."

"Mhm." Jiraiya jostles you, adjusting your place on his shoulder. Somehow his arm hasn't gotten tired, and you don't want to know what he's done to strengthen said arm.

"There should be an inn we can stay the night at, just a few miles away."

"I'd like to walk there, if that's alright with you. Last thing I need is people wondering why the hell you're holding a woman over your shoulder and checking into a hotel room."

Jiraiya laughs, carefully setting you down. You feel the power in you rise as your sandals touch the ground, feeling chakra activity miles ahead through the ground. "It's two miles out."

Jiraiya flashes that handsome grin. It always has you melting, sending a feeling of desire directly to your clit. God what you would do to have him… He's what you imagine when you think of a man; strong, intelligent and handsome, with a kind heart…

And a large dick, as you soon would discover.

The sun is beyond set when Jiraiya opens up the door to the room after stopping for a quick meal at the restaurant next door, the two beds evenly spaced apart in the small living area, and a simple bathroom with a stall for a shower connected to it. You yawn deeply into your shirt, kicking off your sandals and looking around. "It'll work for a night."

Jiraiya settles at the small table, pulling out his writing materials. "Go ahead and have the first shower. I picked up some inspiration on the way here." Your nose scrunches, and he winks salaciously.

You scoff in mock-disgust, gathering up your night shirt and shorts and heading into the bathroom. Your fingers wiggle under the spray of the water until it's warm, and you sigh when the water hits your skin and starts to ease your soreness. It's been ages since your last mission with Jiraiya, and while you keep your form up, do yoga every day, train your skills beyond what typical shinobi can do…

Those sandals are still a bitch to walk in.

Your shower isn't much beyond soaking under the spray and a light lather of soap on your body, and you yawn several times while drying and dressing. Jiraiya has remained in his seat, writing diligently with his lips pursed ever so slightly, black eyes focused solely on the paper. Whatever he's writing has to have him entirely captivated to miss the way your short shorts barely cover your ass as you climb into your bed.

Humming softly, you curl up comfortably. "Goodnight, Jiraiya."

"G'night, sweetheart."

You find your face warming and a smile forming on your face as you quickly ease into sleep. Him saying things like that really has had you believing that he could possibly like you too… Or perhaps even love you.

It's well into the night when you come to again, and Jiraiya has disappeared from his previous perch, all of his writings packed away. Frown forming on your face, you wipe at your eyes and get out of bed to find him, only to stop when you hear your name. "Jiraiya?" You mumble sleepily, quickly locating his chakra signature in the bathroom.

Your feet are quiet on the carpet as you pad to the bathroom door. It's partially cracked open, you find, and when you look inside at the reflection in the mirror, it takes all of your willpower and energy and prayers to God to not audibly gasp. Your hands form a sort-of muzzle around your face just in case, and you feel as if your eyes have bulged out of your goddamn head.

Jiraiya's completely naked, leaning against the tiled wall of the shower. The curtain has been haphazardly shut to where the only thing it's covering is the flow of the water's access to the floor. Dick in hand, he's pumping furiously with a reddened chest, shoulders and cheeks blushed similarly. He's so damn toned and glistening in the light from the cheap lightbulb, the sounds coming from his hand's movement obscene and like something from one of those adult films.

And he said your name??

A harsh shudder cascades through you, and you know you need to look away. This is his privacy you're invading, you're being a goddamn pervert, watching him masturbate-

WHY DID HE SAY MY NAME AGAIN.

Your mouth waters pathetically as your eyes zero in on his cock. He's cut and thick and you can see that vein from here. Good lord, why is his entire body so big…

"I will ride you into the sunset." You whisper, finally tearing yourself from the spot you'd rooted into, quietly though hastily getting back into bed. You screw your eyes shut, willing yourself to go back to sleep and avoid the growing wetness between your thighs. But that damned mental imagery of your longtime crush haunts you, the murmurs of your name rolling off his tongue on repeat.

Does he really want you? The question has been on your mind for a long while, fading away in the times where you don't hear from Jiraiya for months. He's tender, warm, rarely ever calling you by name rather than sweet nicknames. His touches are more often than you'd expect, and sweet…

But you've heard him speak on the Hokage often enough to know what his love is really like. Sex is one thing; but not even Jiraiya could fake passion.

Still though, as you lay under the covers and fail to force sleep on yourself, your body reacts most favorably to the situation. Burning clit aching for friction as your imagination runs wild… Thoughts of Jiraiya's large, hot body on top of yours, pumping you full with his thick cock… His hair wild and loose and that sinful mouth working hickey after hickey all over your exposed neck…

The fluffed pillow stifles your lustful moaning when you touch yourself, your cunt sopping wet. Your fingers glide easily on your clit, your breath coming out in short huffs— you haven't done this in some time. You have needs, yes, but it's only to the point of being unbearable torture when you've been around that world-famous nin. His charm traps you, keeps you firmly in place with those easy smiles, sweet pet names and gentle touches filling your heart with love only for Jiraiya.

You can't bear to remember he'll never love you the same. His heart has obviously been Lady Tsunade's since they were children, and there was no way for you to interrupt that lifetime love. You push it to the side always, especially now with the way your fingers work your clit, knowing Jiraiya is touching himself too— and saying your name. What's he imagining? Are you bent over, being fucked into the mattress, all that force from that giant, muscled body focusing right on your cunt? Has he got you between his knees, sucking his cock as far down as you can go, his hand on your throat and feeling his own cock bulging it?

His imagination is wild, and the idea of doing anything with him is enough for you. You move your fingers impossibly faster, moving your hips in time as your orgasm begins to crest, broken moans being forced into the pillow as you cum. Jiraiya's dark eyes flash in your mind, that familiar, soft smile on his lips. "Jiraiya!"

Jiraiya smirks from his place at the bathroom door, having finished himself off a few moments prior with your name on his lips once more. "I like the sound of that." He murmurs to himself, running the towel over his drenched body, wiping away the droplets of water from every line of hardened muscle. His cock twitches between his legs once more, and with a shrug he grips his thick shaft for one more round.

You heave out gasps of air for a few minutes, head swirling after the powerful orgasm. One of these days, you've got to get a piece of that ass. You're asleep again before Jiraiya goes back to bed, and your final thought before your slumber is spent wondering how much stamina the man could possibly have.

In the morning, you're quietly doing your stretches after a quick shower while Jiraiya sleeps soundly, snoring in his bed. The sun has only just started its rise, and by sundown you should be close to, if not in Lightning territory to begin the mission. Your eyes are closed during your yoga routine, chakra settled inside of you with perfect control, able to read the signature of anyone within a several-mile radius. None of them were particularly strong; if any were shinobi they were incredibly low ranking. The strongest is Jiraiya's, naturally, and your chest feels a strong urge of pride. The man is special, no doubt about it.

Jiraiya's eyes open up once the sun has cast an orange glow in the room, focusing on you as you stretch while wiping his eyes free of sleep. Your form, impeccable. As usual. Your ass, lovely. Also as usual. Your mouth saying his name as you made yourself cum last night? The best damn thing he's ever heard.

"Good morning." You murmur, rolling your neck and sitting down, gazing up at him in his bed.

"Mhm…" Jiraiya yawns, tossing the covers off of him and sitting up. You feel your face warm at the sight of him in just his underwear and turn away, quickly moving to your packed belongings. He watches you with a small curve of his lips, loving how easy he can fluster you just by being stripped to his boxers. "Good morning, babe. We should get a move on soon."

"You're right; I've got some food pills here." Jiraiya scowls initially, but wipes it right off after the dirty look you give him. He's soon up and ready, quickly swallowing down the food pill and following you out of the room.

The journey is uneventful, allowing your mind to be consumed by the events of last night. Jiraiya fantasizing about you isn't a total shock; you'd caught him staring at your body numerous times, and he'd paid an elemental price each time. If you weren't so smitten by him, you may have become a friend with benefits to him a long time ago.

But to cross a line like that, with the feelings you've been harboring, is dangerous. Losing Jiraiya's friendship would be an irreparable wound, forever marking that hidden grove in the forest in darkness. As much as you want him physically, the love and desire of your heart outweighs even the sexual desire.

"I'm gonna lose it if you don't start talking to me." Jiraiya grumbles. Neither of you were strangers to silence, both often alone more than not, so he quite detests wasting the time he could be spending philosophizing with you, or bantering, or even singing. Something.

"We're close to Kaminari no Kuni. You have the tickets to the gala and the reservation for the hot spring resort, right?" A food pill is quickly popped into your mouth, another shoved into Jiraiya's as he begins his reply.

"Brat." He crunches the pill and shivers harshly at the bitter aftertaste. "And yes, I have them. What do you take me for?"

"Show them to me." You hold your hand out, locking eyes with the man, who is awfully pouty despite such a simple request.

"My papers are orderly!" He scoffs. "But they're in my pocket, if you really need them."

You narrow your eyes. "Which one."

That perverted, salacious grin covers his lips as his large hand pats one of his front pockets. "This one here."

You scoff and shove him, Jiraiya playing along and allowing himself to actually be moved. He gasps as if he's been shot, falling to his knees and holding his side tightly, his eyes somehow glittering with playful energy and betrayal simultaneously.

"The end is near… By the hand of my own, very best friend…" Jiraiya's throat scratches with his forced coughing, and you try your best to suppress the way your chest rumbles and bite on your lip to keep from laughing.

"You're such an ass." You turn your head, burying your giggles in your palm.

"She still insults me, even in my final moments…" Jiraiya hacks up another cough, reaching desperately, fruitlessly for your leg. His strong fingers circle your ankle— like how he held his—

"Please, my friend." The back of your mind wonders if he's always been such a great actor. He's far too good at this. "Please… Just give me one last…"

"One last what?" You laugh a little more, lip trembling with your wavering will.

Suddenly you're tugged down, losing your balance and landing right on top of Jiraiya's chest, his arms squeezing you close. You screech and slam a palm of lightning on his chest, Jiraiya's body jolting with a smirk. "One last one of those. I'm all better now."

You scoff. "You shithead!"

Jiraiya shrugs with that self-satisfied grin still plastered on his handsome face. "Maybe." His face is soft, his lips morphing to a softer yet more sincere smile, the twinkle still bright in his eyes.

You hold yourself up against his chest, feeling the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart beneath your palm. And further still, you can sense the chakra deep within, circulating his body and ready to be molded at a moment's whim. His strength never ceases to amaze you; you, a destined, legendary being, are continuously impressed by a simple man— that in itself must be legendary.

"Jiraiya…"

"Hm?" He tilts his head, comfortably holding you as if he's not on a dirty pathway and, more importantly, not on a schedule. A spark of anxiety and boldness strikes you between your ribs, your stomach filling with butterflies. He's so perfect…

"I-" Your voice shakes. Is this how you'll tell him you love him? Through word vomit, and now of all times? Just because of this close proximity?

Jiraiya waits patiently, eyes curious and flitting between your lips and eyes. His mind flickers back to last night, the sound of your voice— with his name on your lips. "You…?"

Light flashes in the sky, followed by a low rumble that shakes the earth. "... I think we're closer to Lightning territory than we thought." You mumble.

"Yep!" Jiraiya releases you, helping you to your feet. "Better hurry to the hotel then; I can already smell the rain."

"You're such an old man." You snicker, your pace quickened beside him.

"You're no spring chicken either." He snarks back.

"Oh, as if you know how old I really am!"

"I'm willing to bet it's the wrong side of forty!"

"Prick!"

"I don't know what I expected." You groan, cheeks hot as you stand by Jiraiya, having checked into your suite finally, after a mile run to the resort and right before the rain poured.

"Admittedly, I didn't think it'd…" Jiraiya trails off with a blush on his cheeks— it's definitely a honeymoon suite, with rose petals everywhere, and candles waiting to be lit, plus…

"Have a sex swing??"

A nervous laugh expels from Jiraiya's chest as he approaches the bed, quickly reaching up and removing the swing from the hooks on the ceiling. "It is a honeymoon suite."

"What did you pull me into?" You rub at your tired face and sit at the end of the bed. "Tomorrow we attempt to steal information on a goddamn high-ranking political officer for a rival country, while we pose as newlyweds at a special gala that we have an invitation to because you stole it from the original invitees. Someone's either dying or getting arrested, calling it now."

"Hey, hey!" Jiraiya's in front of you, on his knee and pulling your hands from your face, dwarfing them with his size and slipping a diamond band on your left ring finger. "Nobody's doing any of that. We're gonna have a good time, and then I'll sneak away for a bit and do my thing, and then we'll be back home in no time."

"You know, old friend," You squeeze his hands. "You have a way of overestimating our luck."

"And you underestimate how well we work together." He kisses the tips of your fingers, then lets go of your hands entirely. "I'm going to go scout the resort and find us some dinner."

"I guess I can get ready for a bath. My neck and legs are sore." Your gaze is firmly on the ring now, and good god this mission is cruel. The ring is absolutely stunning, a gorgeous princess-cut diamond sitting pretty in the center of the band, which fits perfectly. The one he's slipped onto his own finger is gold with a beautiful emerald in the center, and the sight of that alone is enough to send your body into a wanton fervor. The thought of this man being married to you, being yours to have and to hold… Few things are likely to be as perfect.

"Meet you in the bath then." Jiraiya stands, sending a wink to you before leaving you alone in the room. It's oddly cold without his presence.

The springs, however, are not.

Couples are strewn about in the mixed baths, most entirely nude and somehow maintaining eye contact with the other complete strangers. You keep your towel tight around you as Jiraiya has still not returned from his search, sitting by the side of the bath and dipping your legs in. A group of ladies swarm you quickly, all smiles and questions— and boobs.

"Where's your husband?"

"Is this your honeymoon?"

"You have fantastic legs!"

"That ring is amazing!"

"Uh, hi." You squeak out. "He's-"

"Right here, babe!"

You and the gaggle of strangers turn your heads, all of your mouths gaping. Jiraiya stalks over, the towel wrapped around his waist the only thing hiding the pride and joy between his legs. His abs are solid, chest large and broad and god he's the hottest man here by far, the red paint wiped from his face and his hair shorter than you've ever seen it, sitting mostly cropped close to his head.

"Wow…"

He crouches beside you, his hand on the small of your back. "Pretty sure you're supposed to be in the bath, babe."

"Just… Waiting for you!" You smile stiffly, and Jiraiya's small laugh is nothing short of genuine. His lips are on your temple— how does he do this so naturally?!— and then he whispers into your ear.

"Well, I'm here now. Nothing short of a genuine resort to be found."

A new couple enters the bath and the ladies disperse, leaving you bewildered and it shows. Jiraiya laughs again and slips off his towel, placing it over his shoulders before stepping down into the bath. He stands before you and smiles as he holds his hands out, perking an eyebrow. "Well? Can't soothe the muscles if you're not in the water."

You bite down on your lip, looking into his eyes before taking a deep, calming breath, taking his hands and allowing him to pull you in. The towel slips off your body and into the water, exposing it all to him. Your heart beats erratically, intensely aware of how fucking naked you are, and how he's just as nude, and there's too many people around, also naked!!

"You okay?" He murmurs.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just… Ah, people."

"Understood." He nods and guides you to a nice spot, sitting down with you in between his legs, his hands carefully rubbing your shoulders.

Your eyes flutter, no stranger to a shoulder rub from Jiraiya. He's got magic hands that always know when and where you're tense and fixes you up with ease every time. "Oh, that's nice…"

"Mhm." He smirks, murmuring softly to you. "Try to mingle if you can, see who knows who and if anyone is attending the gala tomorrow night. Having friends will help us look more natural when I slip away."

"I can try, but you know I'm not… Friendly."

Jiraiya snorts, his following laugh right in your ear. "Understatement of the century, dear."

"Hey, you stuck around!"

"Because I'm a tough guy! Beat me up all you want; I'm just gonna get back up and let you do it all over again."

You laugh and lean against him comfortably, looking around the bath. Jiraiya crosses his arms over your front, holding you close and resting his chin atop your head. "This okay?"

"It's perfect, actually." You murmur. "I feel less exposed… You're so big, it's like I can hide without being hidden."

"I got ya." He murmurs, your breasts covered by his arms. "You didn't have to go full nude, y'know."

"I know, I just…" Wanted you to see me naked "Wanna do this right. Don't wanna seem weird."

"I appreciate you doing this for me. Everything. I really couldn't do this one without you, and I know to be… Pretend married is something entirely different than any other mission we've done together. But you're the only one I could count on. The only woman I know that would even pretend to be my wife."

The edge of his voice drips off a bittersweet tone. Tsunade would never have done this, especially not this hot spring thing. And maybe he's wishing she's here now, naked and relaxing in a bath while he holds her instead. The thought isn't pleasant in your mind.

"Jiraiya…"

"Call me Dave when we're out here." He murmurs. Which is obvious, when you think about it; his name is widely known and quite unique.

"Okay… Do you wish you had Tsunade here?" You bite your lip softly, and no matter his answer or feelings towards your loaded question, he hasn't let go or moved a muscle to indicate he doesn't want you right where you are.

"I don't." He answers finally. "Like I told you before; I don't know a better woman than you."

"Good." You whisper, hands clutching his arms while your eyes slip shut. The water is hot, and Jiraiya is comfortable behind you, smelling good and holding you tightly in his embrace. His cheek rests on your head, that strong, broad chest steady with every breath.

"I made dinner reservations." He murmurs. "It's in just a few hours from now. Plenty of time to relax and maybe even get a nap in."

"Nap sounds nice." A yawn is hidden in your palm. "Nap sounds very nice…"

Your fake husband laughs against you, jostling you slightly. "Well don't go falling asleep in the bath, now. Those ladies are coming back."

"Great." You mutter, and sure enough you and Jiraiya are surrounded again by the four women. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead at the back of your head, his grip on you tightening up. If you didn't know any better, you'd dare say he's avoiding looking at their nude bodies on purpose.

It must be one helluva important mission for him to willingly pass up such an opportunity.

"Ladies." Jiraiya greets.

"Uh, hi!" You smile, finding it more genuine than the last you'd given them. "Are you ladies here together?"

Jiraiya's terrible at hiding his laughter, and you're terrible at keeping it together and not screaming as they launch into their lengthy story. Something about all of them being engaged previously, and then one fiancé died, then an interlude about the funeral and grieving process— you've completely zoned out by the time they finish up, learning after ten goddamn minutes that yes, they are in fact, here together and all newly married to each other.

"That's, um…" Your temples are absolutely throbbing. "Quite the story, ladies."

"Tell us your story!" The one with the freckles begs, her breasts bouncing in the water like a ball on pavement. You could only imagine what the hell else she can do with those things.

"It's simple, really." You start, pausing as your brain fails to actually come up with that 'simple' story.

"Welllllll?" The blonde bounces impatiently, her breasts so close to smacking her in her own face.

Why was I BORN.

"Ah, well, we… See-"

"We met at a festival." Jiraiya cuts in, and you turn slightly to watch his face. He looks happy, that smile on his face soft. Something creeps up your spine, an inkling forming in your brain that dares ask if he enjoys this? "It was at the end of it, right at the lights show. We ended up beside each other and I thought to myself that she was too beautiful to just… Let go."

Your brow furrows a bit, worrying your lip between your teeth as the gears turn. You did meet during a lights show at a festival; was that really on his mind back then? "I remember wondering why such a handsome man was staring at me more than the fireworks."

"Not even the biggest, brightest star compares to you." Jiraiya shakes his head. "I caught her name before she could leave, and then that little exchange turned into us talking all night. She was head over heels, I could tell." He meets your gaze with a sly wink and that damn dirty smirk.

You snort softly. "I remember it differently." More like you'd spent the night battling it out in the forest by your home after he admitted to knowing who and what you were, and you didn't take kindly to such information in a stranger's hands.

"And I remember it correctly."

"Oh really?" You can't fight the flutters as Jiraiya winks at you while you laugh, his eyes sparkling.

"Sure do."

"I guess we'll agree to disagree."

"Guess so." He kisses your cheek, causing an audible 'awww' from the group of women.

"Are you two going to the gala tomorrow night?" The green-eyed one asks, her breasts the smallest but the perkiest, and it takes everything in you not to stare at her shiny nipple piercings.

"We are." You nod. "What about you ladies?"

"Of course we are! We'll see you both there!"

"Can't wait." Jiraiya hums, squeezing his thick arms around you more. "If you ladies don't mind, we've had quite a trip and would like to excuse ourselves for a nap now."

"Of course!" The ladies all holler out, and everyone within a ten-foot radius flinches at the noise. You wave awkwardly, standing up and allowing Jiraiya to drape his dry towel around you.

"What about you?" You whisper. "You're… Ah…"

"Naked as the day I was born?" He merely shrugs. "I got nothing to hide."

"Your confidence is one for the history books." You murmur and scurry back to the hotel, Jiraiya soon finding and securing another towel around himself before you walk in an amicable silence to the suite.

Jiraiya yawns, stretching widely and turning his back so you can get dressed. "A nice cat nap will be great."

"You're telling me." You're back in your pajamas from the night before, and this time Jiraiya doesn't miss the view of your thighs in those itty bitty shorts. He hums in approval, laughing when you throw a pillow his way.

"Hey, be nice to the stuff; this is a nice room!"

"If only you were a nice man!"

Jiraiya scoffs at the audacity. "I am a nice man, thank you very much!"

"Pfft, sure."

"Oh, I can be a very mean man, if you wanna test your luck." A smirk slowly spreads over his face, his eyes glittering with mischievous intent as he stands before you, still only covered by the white towel wrapped loosely around his waist. The sharp lines of his stomach form a V shape, and you already know at the end of that little happy trail of hairs from his belly button lead to no doubt a good time… He's being bold, for some reason. Still so exposed even after the doors are closed and you're alone again.

"Try me." You're being bold too, and the part of your brain that's screaming for you to stop and be sensible is muted.

"Famous last words." He flashes a toothy grin and next thing you know, he's got you tackled onto the bed and is tickling you.

A grown god damn man tickling you, a grown god damn woman!

A very ticklish grown goddamn woman.

"You fucker!" You shriek, body thrashing in all directions. "When I get out of this you are—"

"Sorry, what was that?" His fingers are at work, digging into your ribs and ghosting over the small of your back the most. "You didn't finish!"

Giggles and snorts are all you can muster now, Jiraiya's tickling far stronger than you could ever have thought of. His large body pins you down firmly, leaving you with no escape and frankly, there's not much desire when the only barrier between your bodies is a thin towel and an equally thin set of pajamas.

"Stoooooop!" The pathetic whine only serves to make Jiraiya cackle. He's enjoying the power far too much for your liking. "Jiraiyaaaaaa, pleeeeease!"

Oh, he'd love hearing those words under different circumstances.

"Hmm… Fine." And at that, his fingers cease and his forearms rest on either side of you, his body still positioned right above yours.

Your chest heaves with every breath, soft little giggles involuntarily slipping out as you settle. Jiraiya's fingers brush over your shoulders, gently playing with the straps of your tank top. "What did we learn?" He hums.

"That you're mean to me."

"The worst." He chuckles. He's so close…

And basically naked.

"Jiraiya…"

"Hmm?" He swipes his finger gently along the curve of your neck, eyes hooded as his tongue darts out over his lips.

"I-" A yawn cuts you off, and Jiraiya presses his lips to your brow.

"Get some rest." He starts to move away, and a flutter in your chest has you gripping his arm, subsequently keeping him close. He eyes you for a moment, that soul-searching gaze in his charcoal eyes. And without a word he's settling beside you, still close and pulling the blankets over you both.

You're side by side now, gazing at one another with sleepy, slow-blinking eyes and there's something different now. The air that lies between you is charged— Jiraiya's almost entirely naked, and truth be told, your skimpy shorts and tank top aren't miles better. Warmth radiates from his body and you can feel it, knowing first hand how hot his body runs after a detour through Yukigakure when you were forced to huddle together during the long, cold night. Even with both of you having far above-average abilities with fire, it was a difficult night to get through.

"What's on your mind?" He whispers and gently drags his finger along the bit of the exposed skin of your tummy, moving it back and forth in soft motions.

"Do you remember that night in-" A giggle cuts off your whisper as Jiraiya shudders, scrunching his nose.

"If you say that night in Yukigakure…" He warns slowly, shaking his head. "Good lord, that was a cold night…"

"I couldn't believe how much snow there was. And it was a detour. We should've just stuck to the regular route."

"No, I don't think so." He tugs loosely on your shirt, playing with the fabric between his fingers.

"No?"

"Mhm. The journey is always more fun than the destination; especially with you."

"It's a shame we don't see each other very much these days." You murmur and trace your finger along where those red lines on his face normally are, and he takes your hand to squeeze it tightly.

"I know. I'm sorry. I've been-"

"Busy. I know." Your hand is so small compared to his own, finding his hand surprisingly soft when you squeeze back. "And I suppose I could make more of an effort-"

"No. You're safe where you are." Jiraiya's tone is harder now; evidently your safety is important to him that you maintain.

"Not to inflate my own ego, but if I can beat you, I can beat most."

"But even you cannot beat groups like the Akatsuki if they came for you full-force."

"You think they'd come for me?" You frown. It's never really crossed your mind before; but it's clearly concerning Jiraiya. How often are you on his mind?

"I couldn't say for certain, but I wouldn't dismiss the idea. They're already after Naruto; I can't have them coming for you too."

You sigh at the mention of his sort-of grandson. "I wish you'd let me train him. He'll never get what he needs from Konoha."

"In time, we'll train him together." Jiraiya murmurs. "He's more work than I initially thought he'd be."

"I can only imagine." Your voice is soft; you know what Naruto has been subject to back home, and strangely, you feel a connection to the boy without ever having met him. "Perhaps after this mission, you can bring him to the forest. Just for a small test, so I can see for myself where his skill lies."

"I'll have to speak with Tsunade; but I suppose I could always just bring him anyway if she says no." His grin is infectious, your own lips stretching wide. His eyes flit to the clock by the bed. "Two hours until dinner. Get some sleep."

And once your eyes are closed, you realize right before drifting off that he's still holding your hand.

When you wake, it's darker out than before. Jiraiya is still sleeping soundly, your hand still in his, though the grip has loosened in his slumber. His towel is dangerously off his hips, his thigh and hip fully exposed and while the towel is just barely covering his member. Desire twitches in your fingers; to touch that body, feel the muscles and warmth and make him feel good under your touch is more preferable than anything else this entire resort could offer.

Alas, there are far too many reasons that hold you back.

"Jiraiya." You murmur. "C'mon… Gotta get ready for dinner."

A whiny groan is all you get in response, along with a shift of his leg that swiftly tugs the towel off of him, and his cock is half-mast against his thigh. You gasp and turn your head, covering your eyes to protect his privacy that he clearly doesn't even care about. Unbeknownst to you, Jiraiya's eyes peek out from his lids and smirks at what he sees; you, pulling at your low cut tank top to fan at your heated skin.

Adorable.

He stretches out wide, legs as long as the mattress. "Mm… I'm up, I'm up."

"Okay good!" You squeak, rushing to the bathroom and slamming the door behind you. Jiraiya laughs to himself and pushes himself up, admiring his body in the full-length mirror for a moment before getting ready for dinner.

If it's obvious you're still flustered by the time you're ready for dinner, Jiraiya doesn't comment on it as he leads you to the resort's restaurant, your hand tightly in his. The two of you are quickly seated, and you smile at the booth. "Oh, you know me so well."

"What kind of man doesn't know his beloved's everything?" Jiraiya teases from across the table, accepting a menu from the waiter. "Sakè?" He looks to you, and after your nod of approval he orders a bottle from the waiter.

He pours you the first drink. "Ready for tomorrow night?"

"I am. Are you? Do you have a plan?"

"Scouted the area earlier." He murmurs softly, pouring his own drink. "Got a pretty good idea of where I need to go."

"Good." You mutter, bringing the cup to your lips. "I'll do my best to keep our cover… But if things turn sideways, we need a signal."

"Hmmm…" Jiraiya rubs his chin thoughtfully, focusing his gaze out of the window. His profile is striking in the warm, dim lighting, his jaw looking as if it could cut diamonds while his lips are pushed in a soft pout. The lack of face paint and hair is still off-putting, as he almost seems naked in a way, yet he's as handsome as ever.

Your lips rub together as you study him, teeth occasionally sinking into your lower lip. It feels so real, like you're truly here as a couple— married, on your honeymoon with Jiraiya and enjoying yourselves genuinely. And you know it's fake, it's all a lie just for a single mission, but it doesn't matter to your poor heart that has loved Jiraiya perhaps from that night you met, where you'd beaten him down and still he got right back up and flirted with you.

If I never get another blessing again, it will be alright as long as I have these memories.

When Jiraiya turns his head, the look of pure love in your eyes isn't what he expects. But he'd be a liar to pretend it doesn't do something to him; his heart flutters and he feels his features melt into something soft, his own gaze matching yours in a soft, private moment that tunes out every clink of plates and clatter of silverware the restaurant makes.

You speak one another's names at the same time, Jiraiya's hands meeting yours at the center of the table in a soft embrace, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles while he studies you, memorizing the way your lips move around his name. You've surprised him at every twist and turn, being so beautiful but incredibly intelligent, and tougher than any shinobi he's ever known but still being as shy as you can be— and the way he's fallen for you is what's really stunned him. His feelings for Tsunade have always been true, since they were both young. He's always thought that's what love is; it's where he's always peaked at.

But when he found himself thinking of you often, worrying for your safety as if you couldn't protect yourself and making unnecessary treks to your hidden grove was when he made the realization that he could absolutely love someone harder than his childhood friend. And oh, if he could just step away from Konoha, give up his shinobi life and stay the next time he visits you… He would.

But he can't, and it kills him slowly each time you part, each time he leaves you behind in that forest until he can come back again.

Your tongue swipes over your bottom lip, and just as you begin to speak and pour out the most sincere confession you can—

"Do the newlyweds know what they'll be having?"

With a snap the moment is lost, the both of you coming back to your senses and breaking apart as your attention focuses on the waiter, entirely oblivious to what they've ruined. A sigh heaves from your chest and the fakest smile you've ever seen plasters on Jiraiya's face as he gives the man your orders.

"This better be the best damn meal I've ever had…" You grumble, and Jiraiya just laughs to himself at your pouting.

The rest of dinner is still pleasant, and Jiraiya holds your hand again as you stroll through the romantic lights that lead to the normally tourist-heavy portion of Kumogakure, though currently you and Jiraiya are the only ones in the area. "That building there is where the Raikage's advisors work. Luckily, our gala is in the building right behind it. So we make an appearance, dance, drink, talk… And when the time's right I'll do my thing."

"We still need a signal in case I need to come in."

"You're right. If I suspect any issues, I'll summon a toad to you. But my tōton jutsu should be enough."

"Do not underestimate these shinobi." You murmur. "We are not seeking a fight."

"I know, I know." He squeezes your hand firmly. "It'll be enough. I promise."

"Mm."

"Oh, don't give me that." Jiraiya stops and tugs you close, running his hands up and down your arms. "C'mon, look at me." He coos, and after a moment's hesitation, you look up into his eyes.

"You're so troublesome." You murmur with a soft shake of the head.

"Nothin' you can't handle."

"Hmm… Maybe."

Jiraiya smirks, and you frown suddenly. He almost asks what the problem is, but when there's a big, wet plop on his head, he catches the drift. "Ah shit…"

"We should-" There's a rain drop right between your eyes, and within a single blink of an eye, it is pouring down on the two of you. "Find cover!"

Jiraiya takes your hand and rushes down the cobbled road, cackling like a maniac— and in turn, you're laughing with him, any spectators be damned. You're soaked top to bottom, both of you, by the time Jiraiya finds an alley with a canopy, your giggles the sole sound against the pattering rain in the darkened alleyway.

There's a dim, pink light from a neon sign across the street, filtering into the pitch-black alley and lighting up Jiraiya's face— his smile is full of nothing but pure joy as water drips down his exposed skin, and your eyes train on a particular bead starting from his temple, slowly traveling down his cheek. Your teeth sink into your lip as it cuts over that strong jaw and slowly tugs against his skin, gliding down the skin of his neck alongside his adam's apple; your chest is heavy with desire, eyes trained on the droplet moving down his exposed chest until finally disappearing into his shirt, and you miss the way Jiraiya's hands clench under your lustful gaze.

"You drive me crazy." His growl is low, ripped directly from the back of his throat before his hands are on you, clutching your hip and carefully gripping the back of your neck and pulling your wet body to his, his cologne dulling any other sense but his searing touch when his mouth is on yours.

A soft, mewling sound leaves you as you kiss him back. It's dizzying, almost, realizing that this is real; Jiraiya is here, kissing you like his life depends on it, and you're kissing him back with all your pent-up passion. A gust of wind blows through and scatters goosebumps over your skin as Jiraiya drags his tongue over your lip, sinking his teeth in while he slowly backs you up against the building.

"Jiraiya…"

His cock twitches at the soft sigh of his name on your delectable lips, his hands beginning to search across your body for any special, hidden spots. He's fantasized for far too long, spent countless nights alone with you on his mind, reddened cock in hand and pumping himself at the mere idea of being able to touch you like this.

You push your hand beyond his shirt, the undone top buttons a perfect gateway to that hardened, muscled chest. His skin is hot and lightly blushed, and he groans into your mouth as you rub his chest. His lips break away, though only for a quick intake of air before he's back and kissing at your neck. Idly, your mind wonders if his back will be feeling this awkward angle soon, as he's so damn big and leaning down like this, just to kiss on you.

He's so hot.

Jiraiya's fingers brush past your cardigan and reveal your maroon dress, and he presses your breasts together while kissing the tops of them, occasionally darting his tongue out and lapping at the raindrops that have settled. He nips suddenly and you squeak when you feel another chill after a swift tug, your breasts now fully on display to him.

"Mmm…" Jiraiya licks his lips and attaches himself to one of your nipples, his long eyelashes kissing his skin and he looks so damn peaceful like this, like he could worship your titties as a religion.

"Jiraiya…" You whisper, glancing out at the storm that's quickly dying down.

"Mmm, just a few more minutes." He whines and transfers his affections to your other nipple, those nimble fingers replacing his lips and tongue on the other, massaging and pinching it. Your legs tremble, body feeling like it's floating and the only thing keeping you down is your hold on Jiraiya's hair as you pull him closer to you, and he's all too happy to be moved.

He pulls back and rolls both nipples between his fingers and thumbs, his swollen, glossy lips lightly parted. "You… Are gorgeous." He murmurs before tugging your bra and dress back up and capping your lips once again with his.

You stand on your tiptoes to ease the strain on his back and his hand comes to your rear, pushing you up just a tad while he squeezes. A little giggle breaks the kiss, your smile pulling your lips away. Jiraiya nudges his nose against yours, his whisper against your lips.

"We should go."

He punctuates his suggestion with a sharp slap to your rear, and you jump onto his exposed back, laughing into his ear as he immediately holds onto your legs. He smirks, a chuckle rumbling his chest as he walks the road back to the resort. "Grandma."

"Hush." You flick his ear and settle into him, resting your cheek atop his white hair. "Why walk when you can just carry me?"

"I don't recall this reaction the last time I carried you."

"You talk too much." You murmur, your hand back into the opening of his shirt and feeling his strong chest. His chest is hard with muscle, yet still soft with just how big his pectorals are.

"Add a little razzle-dazzle."

You laugh into the night when he shivers at the slight electric jolt you add to your touch. What a perfect man.

Jiraiya carries you all the way to the resort, letting you down only when he's got to unlock the door to the room. There's a pause, a hesitation that tells you there's still time to stop and think about what you're doing and yet, and yet, and yet you mute those cautious voices and pounce.

Jiraiya catches you and your lips lock again while he kicks the door shut, leaving the mission, the sensibilities and the consequences behind, locking the both of you into this potentially disastrous decision. He's hard and throbbing in his darkened pants as your hands touch his face and shoulders and neck, feeling everything you can currently reach with a fervor that suggests you've been wanting this for a long time too.

He's gentle when he kneels onto the bed and settles you beneath him, caging you and kissing you still, and his cock presses against your inner thigh through his jeans and you moan into his mouth; you've seen it and yet the sheer size still shocks you at your first touch of it. You kick off your heels and wrap your legs around Jiraiya's waist, moving your hips to slot your pussy against his clothed cock.

The sannin inhales sharply and involuntarily thrusts his hips, pulling a groan out of you as your thin panties and dress do very little against the thick rod in his jeans. And with a small snap your bra's clasps are undone and how did he even do that flashes through your mind once he's tugging the straps of both your dress and bra down to expose your breasts to him once again.

Not one to be outdone, you move your hips against his and rip open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere but Jiraiya doesn't seem to care as he shrugs off what remains and your fingers trace over that solid V that disappears below his belt— and god he looks striking in just a black pair of jeans. His thick as all hell, his years of shinobi fighting showing through the muscle and various, thin little scars on his body. He's one hell of a tremendous healer, you think, as he barely has any lasting marks, not even from when Tsunade nearly killed him for peeking during her bath.

"I need you." You whine and arch your back. Jiraiya quickly catches your momentum and slips the dress over your head, and a moment he's waited for so long is finally here; all that's left standing in the way of him seeing you entirely naked is one small, skimpy pair of panties.

Goodness, he loves his life right now.

"You have me, baby." He croons and descends, pressing his warm chest to yours and kissing your neck again. "Good ole Jiraiya's gonna take care of you… Just be patient."

"I've waited entirely too long for this." Your hands dance along his toned back, nails lighting scratching his skin while his smooth face tucks into your neck, licking and biting the perfect spot like it's candy.

Jiraiya grinds his hips against you, the friction in his jeans only a minor relief to his plight. "Interesting… Tell me exactly what you want."

"For you to be naked!" You huff impatiently and Jiraiya presses a soft kiss on your jaw, smoothly slipping his belt off and dropping it on the floor. Each press of his lips is gentle, sweet even as he spreads them from shoulder to shoulder and slowly pushes his pants down his long legs.

You can't help closing your eyes when he's fully overtop you, skin-on-skin contact made at every open spot of exposed skin. He's so warm against you, just like he was under those entirely different circumstances in Yukigakure. Jiraiya leans down, lips brushing your ear and his low voice scattering goosebumps down your body with a heavy shiver at the head of his cock brushing against your wet panties.

"You're overdressed, don't you think?"

"M-Maybe…" As if the stutter wasn't embarrassing enough, Jiraiya laughs as he touches the soaked portion of your panties, rubbing so gently yet still eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

"Horny minx. Look at you; all this for lil ole me. I'm honored, really, that the fabled master of the chakra natures wants a simple smut novelist like me."

"Perhaps she just wants to see if your actions speak louder than those dirty words you write."

"Oh, she's gonna learn today." Jiraiya promises, massaging your thighs and slowly kissing down your body, savoring each touch with his dragging, lingering lips.

"Jiraiya… Please…"

"Patience, baby." He chides softly and finishes his descent as his knees hit the floor, nosing at your panties and inhaling your scent, savoring your natural musk and licking the soaked fabric. "Mmm… Could smell you for hours…"

"Fucking pervert." You pant, body wiggling and twitching involuntarily— good lord you are far more desperate for the man than you even realized.

"You're not much better." Jiraiya grips the front of your panties, pulling them taught against your slit and tugging repeatedly, giving just a fraction of the pleasure your clit desires. It feels good as is, but the slight brush of the backs of his fingers grazing your skin adds a sizzle down your spine. "You watch people masturbate in the shower often?"

"You—" He knows???

"I know everything, babe. Like that you'll like this." He kisses your wet slit, tugging your panties aside entirely and licking a long stripe of skin to your clit, swirling his tongue around it in slow circles.

Your body tenses, seizing up and forcing your pelvis against Jiraiya's face, fingers finding purchase in the sheets while Jiraiya's tongue masterfully works the nub. "Jiraiya, oh…"

"Told you." His lips brush your inner slit, dipping his tongue into your wetness and feeling your inner walls, flicking his tongue quickly; his eyes are closed and he moans into his work, and to be enthused as he is just eating pussy is yet another thing that makes him so damn remarkable.

"I-I can't Jiraiya, oh… S-So much! Ah!" Your legs tremble, spread wide to accommodate his broad shoulders— allowing him in closer to grip your underwear with two hands and riiiiiiiip them right off.

He flicks them away and kisses your inner thigh, smoothing his hands up and down your legs, kneading gently and easing those strained, neglected muscles. His teeth drag along your supple skin, nipping gently before sucking in a small mark and flicking his dark eyes to yours.

"Jiraiya…" You push yourself up, threading your fingers through his newly shortened hair. He reaches up to toy with one of your nipples, and in your peripheral his arm is slowly pumping, as his achy cock just can't stand another second without any friction.

"Mm?" He leans into your touch and leans back onto his heels, pumping his shaft in long, slow strokes and putting on a bit of a show of it. He's gorgeous, stroking his cock just for you in all his naked glory, that hot body working up a sweat already with small beads breaking out over his shoulders and broad chest, those sinful lips still slick with you as he parts them for a low, lengthy groan.

"I… I want to use the sex swing!" You blurt out, covering your warm cheeks as you hide your face from him, missing the mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I can definitely make that happen." He's on his feet instantly, picking up the swing from its place in the corner and hooking it back up, his stature tall and wide open as he hooks it back into its home on the ceiling.

Your hand is wrapped around his cock before you can even think about asking, but the way he bucks into your closed fist is proof enough that permission is granted. "Fuck, baby… Feels better than my hand ever could." He murmurs and cups your face with one strong hand, using the other to reach down and rub your pussy once again.

"Kiss me." Your demand is breathy, eager even— Jiraiya can practically taste it on your lips, feel just how desperate you are through your chakra. He drinks in your kisses and kneels onto the bed, towering over you while maneuvering you into the swing; and you're all too happy to let him do what he wants, as you're sat on the swing and watching him spread your legs and raise your ankles upwards, strapping them into place and leaving you completely open to his every desire and whim.

"If only you could see yourself like this." Jiraiya murmurs, committing every slight detail to memory— the way your skin looks in the dim candlelight, how your eyes are hooded and clouded with how turned on you are (by him!) and how your sweet pussy drips that delicious nectar, lying in wait to take his cock in as deep as possible. He's knelt between your legs and leaning down to kiss you again, addicted to the feeling now.

"I'll pass; my view is pretty damn good." You murmur against his lips and rub his chest and abdomen, trailing down until his heavy cock is in your hand again, giving it a few good pumps and swirling your thumb over the leaky tip. "Inside, Jiraiya." You command softly, and he's nothing if not a sucker for a raw fuck.

Jiraiya inches forward until the tip of his cock is kissing your wet entrance, and excitement buzzes deep in his belly as he lines up to swoop inside and make himself home at last. Your toes curl, anticipating that moment until Jiraiya smirks and pushes the swing backwards, letting go and watching the momentum swing you back close to him— you're at just the right angle to brush your cunt against his dick, and the smirk on his face doesn't bode well for you, you think.

"Interesting," He murmurs, lining himself up again, shallowly moving his hips and only slightly breaching your hungry walls.

"Jiraiya." You growl. "Get inside of me."

"Tempting." He muses, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I'd rather you make me."

Your eyes flash white and a rope of chakra extends from your hand, and in a mere second it's whipped around the curve of his spine, the end meeting your other hand before a swift tug pulls him close and finally inside, your wetness sucking him in with ease. Your lids flutter, mouth gaping and perfectly available for one of Jiraiya's thumbs to pop in. Your lips are soon wrapped around the appendage, sucking obediently as you dissipate the chakra whip; there's no way in hell Jiraiya can keep up his shithead behavior like this.

"You are the most attractive woman I've ever met." Jiraiya groans under his breath, taking hold of your thigh with his free hand and starts pumping his hips. You're so slick and warm and perfect for his cock that disappears easily into your cunt with every stroke.

Your moans are hidden into the efforts practiced onto his thumb, licking and sucking on it while you fondle your breasts and relax into the swing to allow Jiraiya his every whim. You could almost be tempted to close your eyes and just enjoy the light sway of the swing and the feeling of being split open by your crush's thick cock, but when a man like that with a body like that is railing you, it'd be truly disrespectful and downright rude to not ogle.

"That's right, baby." He whispers huskily, his eyes hooded as he meets your hips through the momentum of the swing, nestling deep inside for a brief few seconds before he's pulled out again, in part by his thrusts and the rest due to the swing. The separation alone has you displeased with the contraption, you think, but then he's back in entirely, good as new even, and all becomes right again.

But then those strong hands are gripping your curves, feeling your soft skin and appreciating all it's offering him— and appreciate he does, as your pussy continues sucking him in with every thrust as he stills the swing's momentum and fucks into you eagerly, unshy about his various groans and grunts. "Fuck me, you are amazing…" He hisses out, his fingers so tight they may bruise.

You gasp at each punishing thrust, stuck in place as his angle perfectly prods your hidden sweetspot. It's so unbearably hot, the way he pumps into you and forces in what you can only describe as molten lava; it's so good and hot and fills you entirely with every single fucking thrust. Your hands ache for him, and you moan at the feeling of his buzzing chakra below the solid surface of muscle that is his chest. His chest is blushed lightly, spreading across his shoulders and up his neck as well as he works up each little bead of sweat on his body.

"You feel good, baby?" He whispers, punctuating with a particularly rough thrust and following it with more shallow flicks of his hips. "You still think ole Jiraiya's full of shit? Tell me."

You groan at his dirty words, at his desire to be a pain in the ass even in the sack. Still though, you remain as stubborn with him as always. "I think your stroke game is looking pretty weak right now."

Bad idea.

"Oh?" Jiraiya muses and then adjusts a couple of straps, freeing your ankles and sending you backwards, laying you out and leaving you entirely vulnerable and open as Jiraiya resumes his hard thrusts. Strong hands cup your breasts, massaging and squeezing while you try to keep your eyes from rolling in the back of your head— good lord if there were ever a challenge for Jiraiya to take you up on, this would be it.

He's smooth and languid, feeling your body slowly with those massive hands, discovering the areas that make you shiver and giggle all while pounding your pussy with hard, strong strokes. You're practically floating, and with the swing perhaps you are floating, with how each single touch of his is different and new, sending you spiraling with a new wave of pleasure not only from his cock, but with the soft pinches, the way his knuckles brush over your skin, or his lips on yours. Jiraiya is an enigma— one you'll never tire of.

Your head lolls back and you soak in his lust, smiling when his lips begin slowly peppering kisses on one of your hands and down your arm, occasionally adding a sharp little nip. Jiraiya's other hand, sneaky as he himself is sly, roams over your thigh and thumbs your clit. Your eyes fly open, all white for just a split second, as a broken, pleading gasp tears from your lips— "Jiraiya!"

Jiraiya snickers and caps your lips, licking your soft whimpers and moans into his mouth. "Still undercover, y'know." He teases, bumping his nose to yours.

"I'll burn this whole country down if they try to come for you now." Jiraiya can't deny the flurry of excitement in his belly at the idea of you destroying an entire country (and potentially while naked?? Be still his beating heart!) just so you could have sex with him uninterrupted, but the rational angel on his shoulder chides him for it anyway.

"Then I suppose you should come for me." Your clit is worked with a new finesse, the pad of his thumb flicking back and forth on the nub and forcing a white-hot feeling through your body, paired with each hot thrust of his hips inside of you. He's split you open entirely, pushing in and carving a new space inside of you just for him— even if you wanted a sexual partner after him, no way in hell could another man fill Jiraiya's shoes.

Biting onto your tongue, your moans are short and whiny as Jiraiya pleasures you, your fingers toying with your breasts and nipples as Jiraiya does the rest of the work. One of your legs is draped over his shoulders, the other being left to hook around his waist and anchor you to his pistoning cock that's relentlessly fucking into your wet heat, being happily drawn in by your walls and ready to burst.

"Oh baby… Can't hold on much longer, I-" Jiraiya grunts out, rubbing your clit and your orgasm is pending like a fucking runaway train, and perhaps it's the inner reptile of your brain that does it, but you swifty hook both legs around him and pull, forcing him close to you and taking him all the way— and he clearly doesn't mind being forbidden to pull out, judging by how quickly he cums inside of you the very instant you trap him.

Your body shakes and thrashes in the swing, screaming broken and muffled sobs into your hands as the most powerful orgasm you've ever had strikes you. You've had good sex and you've had even better alone time, but nothing ever satisfied like this. You can feel your bones relaxing, skin moisturizing and pussy pulsating around the stilled cock inside of you; it's heavy, you think to yourself, as Jiraiya catches his breath. He's got to be as thick as a can of soda, or at least that's what the ache in your hole surmises.

Jiraiya slips out, chest still heaving as he watches his good work begin to slip out from your folds. Lord willing, he'd be ready again in an instant and be risen from the dead for another go at it, but even legendary sannin need some recovery time. "You okay?" He asks quietly, noting your lack of movement.

"Mhm… 'M juuuuust fine…" You coo, bones basically liquid now. Moving on your own is certainly out of the question, so, with a small laugh, Jiraiya swiftly scoops you up from the swing and captures you into his beefy arms with a secure hold before trekking to the bathroom and carefully setting you down on the toilet before running some bathwater.

"Good idea." You murmur, and Jiraiya adds some bubbles into the mixture, a soft lavender smell perfuming the bathroom as the tub fills. You clean yourself up while his back is turned, and laugh when you feel yourself in the air again.

Jiraiya's dark eyes twinkle when they meet yours, and you laugh and poke his nose. "My legs work, you know."

"You're so testy on being picked up." Jiraiya clicks his tongue and steps into the tub, settling you between his legs in the warm bath. "Let an old man do something nice for once."

"Mm, fine." You murmur. The water is warm, near hot as it soothes your muscles and the fragrance of the bubbles relaxes your mind, which was already turned to goo by that powerful orgasm. Leaning back into him, Jiraiya rubs your sides soothingly and rests his head back against some towels.

"Do you feel any soreness?" He murmurs. "I wasn't easy on you."

"I do, but I like it." You turn, facing that chest and resting your cheek against it, listening to the thump of his heart. Like the rest of him, it's strong. His hands, arms, jawline and will… All strong, and sometimes even unbreakable. That is who Jiraiya is, underneath his surface-level of a pervy old man with a soldier's history; he is an anchor, an immovable object with eyes that glitter in the light. You never would've been able to avoid falling in love with him, you just know deep down that he is an enigma meant for you and your love has no better home.

His arms come around you again in a warm embrace, his lips finding your temple and holding their place as he holds you in place against him. Slotted together like puzzle pieces, you find your eyes drooping as the lavender bubble bath continues its spell on you. Jiraiya's hand settles on your hip, and the gentle thump, thump, thump of his heart is loud in your ears as you miss his soft murmur before slipping away to sleep.

"I love you."

When you wake, Jiraiya is snoring beside you into his pillow. The blankets are a mess between the both of you, and with a burst of heat flushing your cheeks, you notice the swing has been put away in the corner of the room once again. A quiet ache has settled between your legs, a light throbbing within your inner walls as you stretch out and head for the bathroom.

You end up in your typical routine as Jiraiya sleeps, as if this is all normal. As if you didn't sleep with your greatest friend, the one thing above all that you cannot stand to lose. And oh, has it opened the floodgates for your feelings now. Each moment replays in your mind, from the first kiss in the alley to the way he held you in the bathtub. Want fills you again— but to catch the lightning in a bottle a second time is as likely as Jiraiya staying in the forest with you during his next visit.

Alas, one would have to be enough… And as much as the sadness claws your heart and leaves a gash of insecurities and almost desperation (would you really beg him to stay?) as much as you'd love to leave this hotel behind while the man you love dreams of who-knows-what, you stay for no other reason than he needs you. It came from Jiraiya himself. He cannot complete his mission without you; and you'd sooner find an edge of the globe and plummet into space than leave him in a vulnerable state in enemy territory, especially in the Land of Lightning.

The love that fuels your heart on your worst days, that fills your body with air and makes you smile even as the world around you decays, descending into gluttonous madness and power-hungry pissing contests, keeps you by Jiraiya's side, now and always. And as you loop the fabric of his bowtie, images of a wedding tux flicker in your mind; to be this man's wife, his beloved, is surely nothing but a pipe dream, yet a dream you still wish for.

"You've been quiet today." Jiraiya murmurs, committing his gaze to your concentrated pout.

"We have a mission." You hum softly, and it's not a total lie to blame your behavior on it. You've spent the better part of the day focusing on chakra signatures, memorizing the strongest signals in all of the hotel guests and staff; none are close to being a real threat to your safety, but nonetheless, it would take just one person at the wrong place and time to send the mission haywire.

Jiraiya only hums in response, unsatisfied with the answer but unable to find a good enough reason to pick at it. Does he open the can of worms? You almost seem to have forgotten the previous night's shenanigans entirely, though with a swell of pride in his chest each time he catches you with a small limp, he reasons with the impossibility of it. Perhaps it's shame; you wouldn't be the first woman to regret sleeping with him.

Though the tug in his ribcage at the idea of it hurts more than the others.

Your hands smooth down the lapels of his jacket, heat cresting in your neck and shoulders. Last night flashes in your mind again, remembering how red the chest beneath this suit can become when he's aroused. It is yet another detail of the man you'll remember for eternity, and frankly you think Tsunade is batshit insane to not desire any of this man.

"Zip me up?" You ask softly, turning to slip on the dress Jiraiya chose for you before you'd even accepted the mission.

It's soft, the fabric comfortable as you step into and tug the dress up. It's a beautiful forest green, the shade a perfect match for the gemstone in Jiraiya's ring. The dress itself isn't much, just a simple form-fitted gown with a slit on the left side of the skirt, a kunai strapped and hidden just above it. Jiraiya's fingers graze your back, slowly easing the straps over your shoulders before the tips of his fingers trail towards the zipper and brush over a small, sensitive spot near your shoulder blade. The involuntary shiver down your spine is instant, goosebumps dispersing all over and you close your eyes with a quiet, sharp gasp.

Jiraiya chuckles lowly and resumes his task, tugging the zipper up easily and securing the dress to your body. "All done. Princess ready for the ball?"

You scoff and face him, flicking his bowtie. "A better question is, is the prima donna ready?"

"A woman takes forever to get ready and that's normal, yet when a man takes pride in his appearance and takes his time, that makes him a prima donna?" Jiraiya scoffs right back, poking your shoulder.

"You're wearing what any other man at that gala is going to be wearing, and yet you took longer than me to get ready!"

"You just don't understand style." Jiraiya slips his hand to your waist and leads the way out of the hotel room, hoping to return soon for the few bags brought along for the journey and to get the hell out of dodge early.

A gaggle of guests soon forms on the path to the gala, and you find yourself smiling amongst the conversations. Jiraiya's quickly talking shop with another gentleman, and his husband rolls his eyes fondly at you with a sly wink, and your laugh is real as you tug Jiraiya away. "Alright, honey, let the man be."

"It's not often you find another guy that knows the joys of making ciabatta!"

"Ciabatta?" You murmur, laughing softly. "When do you even have the time to attempt making bread?"

"I usually get a few days to myself between missions." He mutters into your ear. "You should try my ciabatta rolls sometime. I make a helluva breakfast sandwich with them."

"Noted." You chuckle and lean into his follow-up kiss on your cheek, smiling as you catch the eye of another woman, who returns your grin in kind.

It is getting remarkably easier to fit in with the genuine couples.

The litter of newlyweds soon finds the building Jiraiya pointed out last night, the outside decorated wonderfully, welcoming all guests with gorgeous lights and plenty of opportunities for photos. Jiraiya politely turns one down, much to your poor heart's dismay. Though it's for the best, as he can still be recognized if the right person sees his face for too long.

"Remember our last photo opportunity?" Jiraiya asks, hand at the small of your back as you travel up the steps and into the heart of the gala once he's shown your very exclusive, stolen invitations to the guard at the door.

"You mean the one I've got hanging up at home? Like you'll ever let me forget it." You snort. It's an awful photo, truly; Jiraiya sneezed and spooked you, as you were already terribly on edge due to the high chakra levels you'd been surrounded by while lying low, which is why Jiraiya thought to attend a small carnival after the mission as reprieve. He received an elbow to the face and a bloody nose after, and in turn you received yet another thing Jiraiya would never stop whining about, along with a photo taken right as your elbow connected with his face.

"My sniffer has never been the same. Now I gotta take my time when I'm smelling things to get the full effect." It seems like your imagination, it's so fast, but you know that familiar, devious look was there and remembering last night's shenanigans fondly.

Your hand swats at his chest as you pull a champagne flute from a passing waiter's tray, quickly bringing it to your stained lips and having a generous sip. "Mmm… Very nice."

"Don't have too much now, dear." Jiraiya murmurs as he scans the room. "Not tons of security, but subject to change based on attendees."

"Noted. I'm willing to bet we'll see a few fashionably late types."

"Safe bet." He mutters.

Despite the warning, you opt for finishing your champagne before allowing Jiraiya to lead you to the dance floor as a slow song plays, the lead singer of the live band crooning softly into his microphone.

"In a foreign place, the saving grace was the feeling that it was her heart he was stealing."

You're quickly wrapped up in Jiraiya, chest-to-chest with him as he leads the dance. His cologne is softly present and his hand is warm in yours, light glittering off the golden band around his finger while he leans down and presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes with the gentle swaying of the dance. Your touch in response is gently eager, leaning into the press of his forehead— just close enough for the tips of your noses to bump.

"Oh he was ready to impress, and the fierce excitement, the eyes are bright, he couldn't wait to get away. And I bet the Juliet was just the icing on the cake. Make no mistake, no…"

"Heads up, I'm gonna kiss you." He murmurs and closes the gap between your lips without a moment's hesitation.

It's as electric as all the others, and your dance is still graceful and effortless as you kiss him with all you can muster and receive his eager lips in kind. That airy feeling is back, even with your feet firmly on the ground through each step of the slow dance. The world is perhaps only spinning from the dance, but it spins around you all the same as Jiraiya kisses you with what can only be described as passion.

Not even Jiraiya can fake passion.

"You are the only ones who know." The singer finishes up before a new song starts and Jiraiya breaks the kiss and stands to his full height again, resting his chin atop your head and eyeing the room. A cold trickle melts down your spine, and you close your eyes and focus in. The chakra is quite powerful, and despite the obviousness of it, you feel more confident in the evaluation of their chakra: they're all lightning users, though one specializes in fire as well.

"I detect higher signatures coming in now."

"I got an eye on 'em." Jiraiya murmurs back, continuing to sway lightly with you. "Politicians. Never ones to miss a party."

"Especially not one where swingers are involved." You crack a smile, waving over Jiraiya's shoulder at the group of women from yesterday's bath, laughing at their squeals.

Jiraiya chuckles quietly, a deep rumble in his chest vibrating against you. "Them being here is good for us, though. Ten more minutes and I'll make my way out."

"What should I say if someone asks about you?"

"We had a fight, and I've gone too cool off. When I come back we kiss and make up. Quick and easy."

"Alright, sounds good." You pat his chest and he leads you away from the dance floor, keeping a healthy distance from any other guests.

"Argue with me." He murmurs. "C'mon, I know you have a grievance or two."

"Tch, where to begin?" You scoff, crossing your arms.

"Here we go." Jiraiya smirks.

You search his eyes, humming as you wrack your brain. "Suddenly I can't think of anything. You've been… behaved lately."

"Behaved?" Jiraiya perks an amused brow, a playful smirk on his lips. "That's quite the word for it…"

You scrunch your nose and shove his chest, a little bit of lightning in your palm as you make the contact. Jiraiya shivers and grins, winking before schooling his face in a convincing scowl. "Well if that's how you wanna be, I'm out!"

"Go ahead!" You have no idea what your face is exuding, but on the inside you're practically trembling with the need to laugh— "You won't be missed!"

"Fine by me!" Jiraiya turns on his heel and storms out of the building, and you whisper a silent prayer for his safety as he goes.

The minutes tick by at a torturous pace, and the hairs at the back of your neck stand tall. You busy your hands with assembling a small plate of cheese and crackers as a cold feeling trickles down your spine. Slipping your eyes shut and focusing on the threatening chakra, your inner radar detects the two guards of the politician Jiraiya has suspected the most with their attention fully on you.

Clearly they've realized just how powerful your chakra is, and foolishly you didn't think to cloak yourself. There's movement and you can feel it through the floor, feel the way the men approach you and fuck, out of all the possibilities you thought of that would screw this mission to hell, your power being suspiciously high wasn't one of them. You set down the snack plate and take a deep, calming breath; if it's a fight you're destined to have, the Lightning bastards will surely have to work hard to take you down.

But the last thing you need is Lady Tsunade coming to your hideaway in the forest for starting a war between Konoha and Kaminari.

"Ma'am, where is your invitation?" The smooth voice of a guard is right at your ear, low and only thinly veiling his distaste for your presence.

"My husband has it." You murmur, skin prickling with goosebumps and heart picking up in erratic beats. The music is drowned out, the laughs and conversations of the actual invitees a mere buzz in your ear as the guard's breath tickles your skin, hot against you and his chakra practically boiling beneath the surface. It's the fire user, though you feel the crackle of his lightning nature deep within, and there's a pang of anticipation in your ribs.

"And where is he?"

"I dunno… We had a fight."

"Convenient." The guard hisses, and your mind tick tick ticks as you wrestle with yourself— fire or lightning, fire or lightning?? Wind? Water? It'll be quick and god Jiraiya better have found every scrap of evidence he'll need before you burn the building down.

"I don't know what to tell you." You growl right back, and your eyes flash white for just a brief moment, and it's all you need, the slight hesitation, the confusion, the surprise on the guard's face to begin weaving a wind sign-

And then there's a warm hand on the small of your back, followed by that handsome cologne and familiar chakra. "Is there a problem, sir?" His voice is hard and jaw tight, and his eyes crinkle at the edges as they narrow sharply. "Because if not, respectfully, step away from my wife."

You're helpless in not leaning into his touch, moving into the warm home you've found in Jiraiya's embrace as he continues his staredown with the man. His arms come around you securely, as a man protecting his woman because she desires his comfort and he'll die before he doesn't provide it. His heartbeat is strong in your ear, not wavering or speeding up from the looming threat before him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

"I'd like to see your invitations, sir." The guard's collected himself too little, too late as Jiraiya shoves the tickets into the man's chest.

"Look at 'em all you like. C'mon, baby. I've had enough of this hospitality." Jiraiya sneers at the guard and quickly, though not too quickly, guides you out of the gala.

Jiraiya's heat doesn't fade as he escorts you back on the path to the resort. "Did he hurt you?"

"Not at all. He was about to be obliterated, had you not intervened."

"Can't say I'd be too mad about that." Jiraiya squeezes your hand. "I found plenty of what I was looking for, by the way. Tsunade's got her work cut out for her."

"Good; I'm ready to go home." There's an ache between your ribs; the mission is over, and so is your time with Jiraiya. And as much as your mind prods you to be positive and be happy it ever happened at all, that you've gotten more from this than you ever could've dreamed… The sadness ebbs at the ability.

"Yeah?" Jiraiya mutters.

"Mhm. Been dying to go back." It's all lies and part of you hopes he believes that, and that he'll stay away and the memories of this mission will fade with time. You've fallen for him harder and it can't be inescapable, can it?

But more and more, you're unable to recall a moment in time where you weren't in love with Jiraiya.

"I see. Well… Two days time, you'll be back, safe and sound."

There isn't much talk beyond that; much of what follows is a blur. Retrieving your things, changing clothes, setting out on the long journey back to a lonely home… None of it sticks in your mind as a worthy memory. But the distance between you and Jiraiya— that's unavoidable, undeniable. He's standing right beside you, walking silently into the night as he munches a food pill and yet he's as far away as Konoha.

I've fucked it all up. Damn it all to hell.

The dawn is breaking when you come across the fork in the road. Jiraiya's optimal route home is one way, and your hidden dwelling the other. Exhaustion is written over both your faces and you don't even feel the urge to try and speak up as you take the left pathway. Your bones are tired, your mind having devolved to white noise and home is still so far off— but you'll sleep when you're dead. You've just got to get away from him before the tiredness strikes and you begin babbling it all, the truth from beginning to end that you love him and don't want to stop pretending you're his.

Jiraiya stands at the fork still, his tired eyes trained on your back. It'd be easy to take the left, follow your lead and be selfish for once, live for himself and fuck all the rules and obligations and be that man he was at that resort. A strong enough wisp of the wind would be enough, with how exhausted he is, to send him over that edge and in your arms by the end of the day.

But that gust never comes.

"Get home safe." He murmurs and stalks down the right side of the pathway, and you close your eyes as the words reach you.

If only you'd choose me.

Weeks pass and your life has returned to the monotonous normalcy you're used to. Evening crests in the sky, soaking the sky purple and orange with the slowly setting sun and the breeze is nice— so you've got the house opened up to let that nice, fresh air in as you clean up the mess from your recent batch of food pills. A soft song buzzes against your lips as you finish up and step out of the front door, a squirrel scurrying away quickly from the bird feeder hung on the porch.

It's quiet out, but not for long. All it takes is the snap of a single twig to end your turn in defense mode, chakra swirling beneath the surface of your palms. It's difficult to find this place by chance, but nothing is impossible and you'll take no chances with groups like the Akatsuki running around unchecked.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten my chakra!"

Jiraiya.

Your heart skips a beat and butterflies move into your tummy, and you loosen your stance as the man comes into view from the thick shroud of trees. His hair has grown back considerably and the red markings below his eyes are back— he's himself again, and the familiarity of his face almost makes it easy to forget that night in the Lightning.

"Why are you here?" Your voice barely gives any confusion, let alone love as you question him. And if it's bothersome to him, he doesn't show it. But when does he ever show what he's feeling?

"'Why am I here?'" He repeats dumbly, stopping before the steps of your porch. "Little transactional, don't ya think?"

"You never come here without a motive."

Jiraiya grimaces lightly. "I certainly didn't come here for an argument."

"Then what do you need? Food pills, potions?"

"I need you."

"Again? Jiraiya, I'm always happy to help but I certainly don't want to make a habit of helping-"

"I'm not here on business, babe."

Silence hangs in the gap between you as the gears in your head turn, and then a flicker of sunlight peeks between the tree leaves and there's a golden glint— he's still wearing the fake wedding band, just as you've still worn yours every moment of each passing day since the night he slipped it on your finger in the first place. Your lip is tugged between your teeth and you bite down, anxiety ripping through your body like a tidal wave.

"Then…?"

Jiraiya cautiously begins his way up the porch steps. "I have had… Entirely too long to think about this. Years spent with this one thing on my mind: you. If there's ever been a constant in my life, it's been you. And I have yearned this entire time, always asking what it would take for you to return the love I've felt for a decade. I've never known a woman to want me, and it was a pipe dream to believe you'd be the exception to God's shitty rule. You, of all people, loving a guy like me is nothing but a settlement."

"Jiraiya-"

"But you do. You all but told me directly on that mission in Kaminari that you love old man Jiraiya that's never been loved a damn day in his life. And this time, I want to stay."

"I've loved you since the beginning." You whimper as tears fill your eyes; is this a dream? "I never thought for a moment that you could feel it for me, not with how you've been about Tsunade. I felt like some sort of substitute on that mission. Like you wanted her but couldn't get her, and I was the foolish woman readily available for you that would take whatever scraps you were willing to throw at her feet."

Jiraiya stands before you and his hands, those large, warm hands tug you by your waist and into his embrace, to what feels more like home than even the shack behind you. His soft lips are pressed to your forehead, lingering for a beat while his hands roam comfortingly over your back. "You're more than just a one-night stand."

The tears in your eyes break the dam and you surge upward, boosting off of your tippy toes to sling your arms around his neck and kiss him with everything you've got, every ounce of the love you've harbored condensed into this one kiss. And he takes it so easily, drinking it in with no issue at all as he returns the quickly heating, fervent kiss in kind with hands that travel every available inch of you that he can reach in a position like this.

Your tug at his shirt is all Jiraiya needs to pick you up and step inside, slipping his tongue into your mouth as he kicks his wooden sandals off before walking to your bedroom and finding a quick spot on your bed, taking a seat and allowing you all the control this time around. Pushing him onto his back, you straddle his waist and bite your lip at the feeling of his bulge beneath you, his hardening, pulsating cock just a few thin layers of fabric away from your pussy that's desired him tenfold since that one night at the hotel.

Experimentally, you grind against him and his groan in response is much louder than the ones he'd given during your last encounter. And as you slowly drag your clothed cunt over his tenting pants, he bucks his hips and finds your waist with a bruising grip, grinding right back against you.

"Oh, baby, please…" His sinful moan barely passes his lips before you take your top off and fling it in the first direction your arm autopilots in, and within a handful of heartbeats all the clothes between you are long gone and you're lining Jiraiya's thick cock up with your needy little hole once again, sinking down onto it with a small, inconsequential soreness as the sun finally sets— leaving your hot bodies to be partially lit only by the hall light streaming in from just outside your bedroom door.

You've got little care for adjustment now, eagerness lapping at your sensibilities as you plant your hands on Jiraiya's chest and start to guide your hips up and down that thick shaft, Jiraiya's hold on your ass firm as you freestyle on that magnificent cock. He hisses and moans beneath you and a smug grin fills out your face with each noise you pull from him; this moment and many others soon to follow are all yours.

Jiraiya's cock fills the space in your hole to the very brim, stretching you out deliciously as you bounce on it. If for no other reason, the years of yoga have paid off on strengthening your legs for this endeavor. Jiraiya is mush beneath you, groaning and panting like a whore with rent past due— and goodness, the way those noises go straight to your clit, the searing sensation sharp and strong on the little nub.

"Baby…" Jiraiya's hands slip to your hips and he plants his feet into the mattress, giving you mere seconds to press your chest down to his and swoop his lips in a hot kiss, changing up the angle his cock pistons in at before he's fucking up into you at a near relentless pace.

"Jiraiya! Oh, god, please don't stop, please don't ever stop!" You're nearly sobbing at the friction of his hot body against you, at how his cock destroys your poor hole; it's been weeks since your last fuck, and while your mind could never forget, your body almost has. It's so sore, the ache threatening to overshadow the pleasure, but it's just so good, so perfect and necessary and everything you've ever desired.

Jiraiya cracks out a laugh, smoothing one hand up the curve of your spine, stopping at the back of your neck and gently massaging the skin there. "I'll try. And if I mess up, oh believe me, baby, I'll keep on trying."

The giggle that leaves your lips is so girlish and unlike any noise you've ever made that you're not even entirely sure you made it, until Jiraiya's eyes crinkle in the corners and his lips are back on yours— it's softer now, slower and more passionate and his hips slow down to match, rolling up against you at a pace akin to pouring molasses.

"You feel so good." He whispers against you.

"You too." You moan, nipping at his lip. "I've wanted you just like this for so many years… Mine."

"I've been yours all this time; you just never knew it."

"Oh Jiraiya…"

The sannin grins and flips you over, hooking your legs over the crook of his elbows and plowing into you with renewed vigor. Your breasts bounce with every smack of his pelvis, and oh you're such a lovely sight for him to see— naked as ever, open and vulnerable beneath him and you take his cock so well…

"Beautiful." He grunts out. "So good… I know it's big, baby, but you can take it, right?"

"Yes." You promise, nodding intensely. "Feels so good, the way your cock stretches me… Give me more, fuck me harder!"

And not one to deny such a request, Jiraiya grants your wish in an instant. The sounds of sex are surely heard around the house, perhaps even outside through the opened windows as Jiraiya's cock punishes your cunt, breaching your walls with hard, heavy thrusts his big body creates with ease. Your hand slithers down your sweating body and to your sex, your clit soon under the pressure of your fingertips as you close in on a hot and heavy orgasm.

"Oh, dirty girl, you wanna cum. Go ahead, cum all over ole Jiraiya's dick. Let me feel how wet you can get for me." Jiraiya croons, and lord that filthy mouth and mind of his has surely been put to good use with those smutty novels of his.

Your back arches and you rub your clit with more passion, finding that specific spot that amplifies your pleasure by a thousand and going to fucking town, taking the sannin's cock and listening to the sinful babble that dribbles from his mouth as you do. His smell, his touch, his everything floods your senses and the mental image of his simple smile as the coil inside snaps sends your body into overdrive and it's over, all over as your wails echo in the empty halls of your home while your pussy pulsates around Jiraiya's heavy member inside of you, coaxing his cock, pleading for his cum deep in your womb.

"That's it baby, gush for me… I know you hear those filthy, dirty noises. That's all you, baby, that's your pussy making that noise. So wet around my dick, I can hardly believe it…" Jiraiya groans, the guttural sound directly from his chest almost a roar in your ears as the blood rushes in your body. The bed is creaking below you and within the week you know the poor wooden frame will be destroyed, and god the nerve of your abilities to not extend to a wood release Kekkei Genkai!

"Jiraiya…" You coo, bones practically liquid now. "Cum… Cum inside, fill me up, please… Please!"

"Since you asked so nicely-" A moan cuts him off and then he really starts going to town on your cunt, and if you can walk in the morning then it'll be a goddamn miracle.

Suddenly you're bent in half, your knees touching your shoulders and what in the hell does he think he's doing is barely a whisper in your mind because it's perfect, he's hitting your sweet spot and good god you're going to cum again, he's going to rip a second orgasm out of you and one, two three thrusts will do it-

"I'm gonna cum!" Has barely passed his lips before he starts filling you up, bathing your inner walls with his thick semen and stilling his hips as it all releases inside your womb.

Your legs shake in his hold, cumming with him and it's so fucking good that you can't even manage to squeak out his name. It's all white noise in your brain and even that's background noise when Jiraiya starts kissing you slowly and deeply, his tongue swiping over yours with maddening perfection.

neither did the fact that kisame couldn’t quite catch his breath every time you both shared a room, couldn’t quite keep his wet dreams at bay every time he fell asleep - christ, he was no better than some teenager who discovered his dick for the first time.

“do not sleep with her.” kakuzu had barked, minutes before you had come over with a duffel bag and a sheepish thank you - to which kisame had rolled his eyes. all of kakuzu’s friends fell under kisame’s “weird as shit” category and he expected you to be no different. hidan was one of the strangest people he’d met, he was fairly certain that sasori was some kind of secret serial killer, and that nagato guy he’d met at a bar once just had … weird vibes.

he hated being wrong.

and now - now you had invaded his home, his thoughts, your scent wrapping around him like a warm blanket every time you came into the room, your genuine smile lighting up his chest with fireworks, your sassy little mouth making his dick jump in pants. lovely girl with pretty hips and pretty ankles and pretty wrists, he wanted to kiss you all over and put that pretty little mouth to good use after you teased him for falling asleep with pizza in the oven.

kisame is almost positive you were sent to torture him personally - you were exactly his type and he didn’t want to piss of kakuzu by fucking you but you made it so goddamn hard.

he caught the way you’d eye him when he came back from his run, the way you’d pat his arm whenever you walked by, the way you’d follow his mouth when he talked.

yeah. you were definitely some kind of torture expert.

itachi had called him dramatic but what did that emotionally constipated little shit know? he can’t remember the last time his introverted friend went on a date. fucking asshole was absolutely no help.

kisame finally snapped one morning when he was sitting at the table, mindlessly drinking coffee and reading the paper. he had a light day at work and decided to work from home, not really feeling like driving to the office. kakuzu was insane and always went to work at seven am sharp and he was pretty sure you had left too.

of course he was wrong.

there’s the sound of a door opening and kisame can hear you opening and closing the dryer. his heart immediately kicked up in his chest - he simultaneously loved and hated being alone with you like this. he clenched his coffee cup with a little more force than necessary and glanced up when you walked in, only to damn near shatter the ceramic mug when he saw what you were wearing.

that was definitely his shirt.

it was too big on you, falling off your bare shoulder - were you even wearing a bra? - and he can barely make out your tiny sleeping shorts under it. it was an old one of his, he mainly used it to work out in, and kisame feels something feral curl in his chest.

you’d smiled at him and walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. he watches, mouth dry and dick twitching, as you add too much sugar and creamer into your cup, sipping it delicately to make sure it tastes right.

christ, what he wouldn’t give to trade places with that mug.

“are you wearing my shirt?”

his voice comes out with a rasp, kisame can barely contain himself, and you turn, eyebrows cocked in surprise. you look down at yourself and back up at him, mouth parting.

“shit, is this yours? i’m sorry i thought it was kakuzu’s - i was doing laundry last night and needed something to sleep in and it was in the dryer.”

kisame can actively feel his brain short circuiting, his nerve endings trying desperately to connect to some part of him that wasn’t chanting fuck her now right on the counter top she’s wearing your shirt she probably smells so good she fucking slept in it fuck her now -

he places his paper and mug on the table with a casual shrug, desperately trying to calm himself the fuck down. he was a grown man, he would not be brought down by something as simple as this. even if your neck and collarbone looked so soft and inviting.

“s’alright, i don’t care. it’s an old thing anyway.”

kisame feels some pride at the way his voice has returned to normal and you smile at him, fingering the frayed ends of the shirt softly.

“it’s super comfortable - why do they always make guy’s clothes so much more comfy than girl’s clothing?”

kisame shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

“is that why women always steal our shit?”

you laugh, causing his heart to skip, and nod.

“pretty much. if we were dating and your entire wardrobe was like this, half of your closet would be mine after a week.”

you push off the counter and start to walk away, having no idea that kisame was malfunctioning at your words. his dick, already very happy to see you, was now straining against his pants uncomfortably and his next words fly out of his mouth without much thought.

“if we were dating and you pranced around in my clothes like that, i’d fuck you for a week straight.”

you’d frozen at his words, turning to face him slowly. he eyes you carefully, half of him begging you to continue the game while the other half of him, the smarter part, cursed for not even trying to control himself around you. it’s silent, the air around you becoming charged, and kisame feels his skin prickle with anticipation.

“too bad we’re not dating.” you finally breathe, voice barely above a whisper, and it’s all kisame needs. he’s out of his seat in a flash, advancing on you with purpose, and has you up against the wall - tongue in your mouth and hands on your waist in seconds. you’re responding in kind, wrapping a bare leg around his waist, keening when your covered cunt drags against his dick.

“you doin’ this on purpose, sweetheart? walkin’ around in my clothes, teasin’ me?” he snarls, lips trailing down your neck, hips thrusting against you sinfully. you whimper and shake your head, hands coming to clutch his biceps as he fucks you through your clothes. kisame brings a hand up to cup your breast beneath his shirt, his thumb flicking your hardening nipple before rolling it between his fingers.

“you gonna continue talking or are you gonna fuck me?” you whisper, grinding into him, your slick seeping through your shorts onto his pants. kisame laughs, actually laughs, and easily lifts you. you’re deposited onto the countertop when he slides your shorts off, freeing his cock and pressing against you.

“no bra, no panties - ain’t no way you didn’t plan this.” he hisses, pushing his dick between your folds, gathering your slick and making you whine.

“kisame, shit - please.” you beg and he pushes the head of his clock into you, loving the way your pussy struggles and stretches around him. kisame knows he’s got an above average cock, knows that the gentlemanly thing to do would be to prep you, probably finger fuck you till you’re all but sobbing for him, but he can’t be bothered to care. he’d been fighting for his life for weeks now and couldn’t wait any longer to feel you wrapped around his cock.

“fuck, yes - fuckin’ take it - goddamn tease.”

it’s agonizing, slowly pushing into your tight heat, feeling your walls clench around him. the pressure is mind blowing, your wetness coating his dick deliciously, and he can’t stop the groans he’s releasing into your neck as he starts thrusting into you, his cock being swallowed further and further by your tight little cunt.

your moans and whimpers are like music to his ears, the way your hands are fisting against his back coupled with feeling your ankles lock around him has him panting against you - and when he finally pushes all of him inside of you he has to still his movements for a moment to catch his breath.

and then he pulls out to thrust harshly back into you.

you squeal, his name a broken prayer on your lips, and kisame groans in your ear.

“m’gonna fuck you till you can’t stand straight.” he snarls, pounding into you as harshly as he can from this angle. it’s not his best work but he’d make do for now, needing to feel some relief before taking you to his bedroom. you fall back against the cabinets, mouth open in ecstasy, filling up the apartment with your moans and the wet sound of your pussy getting wetter and wetter.

“pretty little girl, teasin’ me for weeks. you like this? you like being fucked in my clothes?”

“y-yes.” you cry, and kisame nips at your neck, feeling your walls clench impossibly tight around him.

“you gonna cum, sweetheart? already?” he doesn’t wait for an answer before he’s changing his pace, his hips meeting yours harshly with every word.

“we’re” thrust “just” thrust “getting” thrust “started.”

and then you’re cumming with a wail, clapping your hand over your mouth, practically sobbing his name. your pussy is strangling his dick and kisame has to clench his jaw and breathe to keep himself from cumming with you. he slows his pace as you come down from your high, a self satisfied grin plastered to his face as you fall against him limply. he pulls out of you, thrills shooting up his spine at the way you whine, before lifting you over his shoulder. you gasp, kicking your legs in surprise, and kisame spanks you lightly.

“told you, i’m gonna fuck you for a week straight. can’t do that in the kitchen.”

you cease your struggling and managed to speak, voice hoarse.

“i thought that was only if we’re dating.”

you sass earns you a pinch on your thigh and kisame smirks at the noise you make.

“i’ll take you out to dinner afterwards - and then you can explain to kakuzu that this is all of your fault.”

your laugh is cut off when kisame dumps you onto his bed and kicks the door behind him shut, the look on his face sending electricity through you.

“fine, but i’m keeping your shirt.”

kisame snorts and locks the door, a wicked grin on his face.

"What's the issue?" You pressed, growing irritated over his dismissive attitude and the scowl that had found its home on your boyfriend's usually smiling features, but you still tried hard to remain calm for the both of you.

"Nothing", he gruffed, pushing past you, completely ignoring your existence as he rummaged through his drawers for a pair of pants, "Just drop it".

"No".

"Y/N─"

"Kisame".

You matched his tone, even lowering your voice and raising your eyebrow the way he always did─ finally managing to crack through his exterior and get him to look at you, "What's the matter, darlin'?" You drawled, changing your tactics to get him to open up to you and seeing it work with the way his eyes softened at your teasing, "Tell me so I can crush it with my huge muscles". You stepped forward and took his hand, looking up at him with a playful smile, happy that he wasn't pushing you away anymore and avoiding the conversation. "C'mon, darlin'", you grinned at the way he fought to conceal his smile at the impersonation, "Talk to me─ your big, strong girl will make it go away".

"I don't sound like that", he murmured after a short huff of laughter, unable to resist your gentle touch and sweet smile, finding his anger start to wane from your antics, "You think you're cute, huh?" Your nod made him chuckle, allowing you to guide him back to the edge of the bed and sit down when you placed a hand on his shoulder. Kisame watched you silently, unable to deny how your patience and love for him made his chest tighten as you nudged his feet apart so you could stand between his legs, still in his towel from the shower he just had.

You cupped his face gently, lifting his head so he'd look at you in the eye; even when seated, his impressive size was still imposing─ though that didn't stop you from touching him like he was the most delicate thing you've ever held. "What's wrong?" you whispered, stroking his cheekbones, mildly brushing his gills with your thumbs, analysing his expression on the lookout for any lies or walls he tried to build, "You've been in a bad mood ever since you got back, did something happen?"

He sighed heavily, losing the fight to push down the emotions that had been gnawing at him since his mission three days ago. An uncomfortable tightness lodged in his throat, making it hard to swallow his pride and open his mouth to talk. For once, he didn't have any snarky quips to lighten the tension. Kisame's palms began to sweat as the silence stretched, his anger was a comforting blanket that kept people at arm's length, but you─ you brushed it off like it was nothing. You never felt intimidated by him─ you wanted to listen, to help and that only made him tenser because he didn't understand why.

Why him? You were so beautiful, and he─ he made babies cry. He was monstrous, weird, a whole freakshow with teeth that could rip people's throats out, and yet your smile was nothing but tender when you looked at him. You stood between his legs, caressing his face, whispering encouragements, uncaring how he hunched over you, how his tinted blue skin looked odd compared to yours─ how his hands could crush you, but you leaned into his touch every time.

why, why, why─ "why does she love a freak like you?"

At the time, he decapitated Hidan for talking to him like that and made a quip about his dick size that had Kakuzu laughing as they walked away from the yelling man's rolling head. Now in the comfort of his room, in the proximity of your lovely scent and behind closed doors─ old insecurities flared when he caught his reflection. Feelings he had learnt to push down and ignore prickled at his skin, fanning an age-old hurt Kisame thought he had successfully crushed years ago.

Only, Kisame just realised that he hadn't overcome those aches as well as he thought─ one mention, one poke at his skin, and he discovered how open the wounds still were.

He fiddled with the hem of your shirt, shifting his gaze over your shoulder, feeling incredibly vulnerable and even more naked than just sitting in his towel the more you stroked his cheeks and stared at him. All the hurt he was trying to ignore latched onto his throat, unspoken fears festering after the years he spent using aggression to manage his feelings. You stood in front of him, cradling his face and patiently waiting for him to talk, blooming a warmth he had never experienced before. When you whispered baby and pressed a kiss to his forehead, Kisame closed his eyes, his voice a quiet rasp when he finally murmured, "Why are you with me?"

The question caught you off guard, a sadness building, but not as much as hearing the scratch in his voice when he spoke or the way his hands twisted into tight fists as if he was fighting the urge to push you away and run out of the room. An answer like because I love you didn't feel sufficient, but the more you stood with your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, the more his expression morphed back into anger.

"You make me happy", you quickly stammered before Kisame could push you away again, knowing this question was loaded and had something to do with his earlier mood, "You make me feel safe".

"I─"

You shushed him softly, pressing more kisses to his cheeks, "I'm not done" he still didn't lift his gaze to look at you, staring past your shoulder instead with his fists clenched tightly on his towel. "You make me laugh", the softness in your voice eased the stress on his brows, "I love your smile, your passion, your courage─ you're so strong, baby", you whispered tenderly, stroking your thumb on his jawline, smiling wide when he finally locked eyes with you, "You're so handsome".

That seemed to be the nail embedded in his flesh that caused his earlier mood because that's when he stood up and jerked away from you, "I need to get dressed".

"Kisame", you murmured in dismay, watching him move around stiffly with his shoulders taut and fists shaking by his side, his closely guarded feelings of anguish seeping through and welling tears in your own eyes, "darlin'...".

"Y/N", he gruffed, snapping at you unfairly as he tried pushing down the sorrow twisting in his chest, "Forget it─ just stop". He hissed, unable to deal with your empathetic feelings of hurt; he turned his back to you─ rummaging in the drawers aggressively to distract himself. Agitation prickled like a thousand needles, his embarrassment flaming his cheeks at that display of weakness, hating how pitiful he felt asking you a question like that. Though your touch was nothing but gentle, a dark voice slithered horrible lies that made it hard to look you in the eye and believe anything you said. With that festered an ugly, contorted boil of anger and noway of channelling it, so he took it out on you, himself, the damn drawer keeping his pants hostage.

An uncomfortable silence simmered in the air, neither of you saying anything while the sounds of clothes shifting grew louder and louder until there was a loud bang. You flinched, listening to Kisame's huffs of frustration, watching the way his muscles rippled on his back when he shoved the drawer in and out at his poor attempt to fix it. His angry grunts raised until you came beside him and placed a gentle hand on his forearm, seizing his movement, lowering his trembling fists clutching a piece of wood that once belonged to the dresser.

Wordlessly, you pulled out the broken drawer and set it on the floor at the side to deal with later, then opened the second drawer and handed him his underwear and pants, exchanging with the piece of wood clasped in his hand. You smiled up at him sadly, setting the broken debris down and placing a hand on his chest, sensing the rapid beat beneath that matched his heavy breaths that flared through his nostrils, curling a dark scowl on his features. You ignored his glare and breathed deeply with him, slow inhales─ and long, drawn-out exhales until his pulse rested into a regular beat and the frown melted away. The two of you stayed quiet, basking in the softness of your hands running down his solid body, appreciating every dip, ridge and curve of his torso, then sighing in bliss. "I missed this", you kissed his boob playfully, smiling wide at his muted huff that sounded close to a laugh, "I missed you, darlin'".

"There you go playing again", Kisame smiled, feeling at ease once again when you touched him so lovingly, regret twinging at his behaviour, "Baby, I─"

"Do you love me?"

Kisame sputtered in shock, the seriousness in your expression throwing him off guard, "Yes, of course, I─"

"Then that's it", your smile returned just as quickly─ you took his hand and kissed his palm, relieving the guilt that weighed on him, "If you love me, then I can forgive".

"You're everything", he rasped, the emotion raw in his tone, cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss─ the only way he could convey the love and devotion that soared through him, all for you. The soft mewl that escaped your lips spurred him on, determined to pull all those delicious sounds he missed during his time away. He needed you; in every way, he needed you touching him, holding him, moaning his name─ Kisame needed you so desperately it all translated in the way his kiss stole your breath. Kisame drew you close, once again growing addicted to your kiss as desire burned between you, desperate to disseminate his apology and love for you, gliding his lips upon yours heatedly until you pulled back, taking control of the kiss.

His name left your lips in a whimper, tearing away from him quickly before you lost your mind completely, "Can we try something?" You muttered breathlessly, licking your kiss swollen lips, stroking his chin with your thumb tenderly as the breath returned to your lungs, a wicked idea stirring the more you gazed at his handsome face. Kisame respired just as heavily, warmth spreading at the pure desire directed at you, your smile widening when he closed his eyes and nodded, his body now lax thanks to your tenderness.

"Whatever you want, darlin'".

"Good, I wanna fuck in front of the mirror", you said bluntly, giggling at the sound of his laugh.

"Yeah, sure", he laughed with his signature grin, dipping down and pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Sounds like fun".

"But─" you hummed, your smile tilting into a mischievous smirk that had him leaning back to his full height, looking down at you curiously. "With you as the main attraction─" A loud poof and a puff of smoke appeared suddenly at his other side, your clone running her hands down his left arm, mirroring your smile, "Fucking the both of us".

Kisame chuckled nervously, "What?" he weakly attempted to push you both away, trying to regulate the blood rush from the sight of your lustful gazes, "What are you playing at?" He looked between two identical devilish smiles at his sides, that familiar heat humming arousal through him, stumbling backwards with the two of you pushing at him until he stood in the middle of the room, "Babe─"

You shushed him once again, rubbing your warm hands on his chilled skin, feeling the goosebumps rise on his arms while your clone placed open mouth kisses on his broad chest, "I've wanted to do this ever since our first night together". You pulled down his face to reach yours, whispering against his lips, "Ever since I saw both those pretty cocks of yours", you nipped his bottom lip teasingly, turning his protest into a lustful groan.

"Y/N─ you", another loud groan rumbled when your clone grazed her teeth on his nipple, reeling from the sensations that rippled from all the lips, hands and voices corrupting him, "What's gotten' into you?"

"Hopefully you".

"Just what I was thinking", you turned him to the floor-length mirror, showing the flush in his skin, the clone kissing down his body, with you pressed to his side, weakly tugging on the towel that hung on his hips, "You look so hot right now, baby". You looked up at him playfully, lifting his arm and placing it on your shoulder, snuggling up at his side─ inhaling his natural musk and sighing happily. "I know you were lil' upset", you muttered, kissing his side, "But I want to make you feel good if that's okay?" You missed him deeply; his grouchy return paused the fun you had planned, but that was okay because this was infinitely better, "I want to show you something".

He huffed out an awkward laugh, clenching his teeth when your clones raked against his abdomen, "What's that?" He couldn't take his eyes off your clone, settled between his legs with her tongue brushing on the light, blue hairs trailing down beneath the towel.

"How beautiful you are", you both said, smiling up at him, "Keep looking into the mirror─" "And we'll make you feel so good, Kisa".

Kisame deserved a reminder of how much you loved him, and if words didn't get through to him, then you'd make as many shadow clones as you needed to cover every inch of him with kisses. You took his other hand to rest on the clone's head as she sat on her knees, tonging the ridges of his abs, patiently waiting for permission.

"C'mon, I know you got enough for two─ give it up, Hoshigaki". she rubbed on the cloth, teasing his mound until she felt the tent start to rise, looking up at him with lidded eyes and tongue lapping at his hip bone.

"Let us touch you, baby".

His composure faltered, suddenly, all thoughts vanished─ about what that loudmouth said, the insecurities that prickled earlier, his anger─ it all dispersed into nothing. The only thing on the forefront was the growing rise of his cocks from his slit, though something still lingering in the back of his mind held him back. The hungry look in your eyes─ your clones eyes eagerly waiting for his consent with her teeth latched on her bottom lip and hands gently tugging on the towel made his chest tighten, confidence slipping the longer you both stared. Kisame took a deep breath, filled with a mixture of lust and nerves, for what? He didn't understand. It was still you, you with your smile, scent, that devilish twinkle─ and yet, somehow, he couldn't handle the extra set of eyes that looked at him so lovingly. He felt exposed again, more than naked; he felt vulnerable. You were so patient, kind, tender, even with that lustful look─ your touch was gentle─ touching him so delicately, waiting on his word so dutifully. The reflection staring back at him showed him the hulking man he knew he was, though he didn't recognise the flush on his cheeks or the timidity in his own eyes.

When did he turn into such a wimp?

A kiss on his hip and another on his shoulder snapped him out of his thoughts; seeing you in the mirror pepper kisses on his body eased his nerves somewhat. Kisame smiled widely, swallowing the lump in his throat, hiding his anxiety with a grin like always, faking his courage until he could believe it himself─ or gain back control, "As long as one of you sits on my face".

You hummed slowly, pretending to think it over as you both stripped down to nothing, "You got a deal, sir", you pulled his shoulder down so he'd dip down for you to kiss his cheek, "Just relax for me, okay?" The clone pulled off the towel, throwing it over her shoulder with the discarded clothes and sighing loudly from the sight of his first cock already hanging heavily between his legs. "God, I missed you", she moaned, cupping him with both hands before licking a long stripe from his tip to the base of his shaft, "Why are you so addictive?"

You giggled, watching yourself press open mouth kisses all over his thick girth oozing with pre, "Right? He tastes so good, and there's always so much!" She nodded, busy with running her tongue up and down his shaft before replying, "d'ya think we should mention how much we like having his cum on us?" You snuggled at his side, looking up at Kisame with a grin, "don't think he'd believe us, to be honest─ it's just so lonely when he's gone", you pouted, "─there's no tasty cum to play with".

"You're both ridiculous", he murmured with a small smile, holding back the groan when she suckled on the tip, drinking the pre-cum dribbling out while stroking the second dick out of his slit.

She smiled, popping him out of her mouth to show you both the creamy white substance sitting on her tongue before she swallowed it all, "Can't get enough", she moaned. You sank to your knees beside her, growing impatient with standing by the side when you heard Kisame's guttural moan. "Move over", you huffed, taking the slightly bigger one for yourself, whilst she happily guzzled on the one leaking copious amounts of cum.

"Baby─ fuck", Kisame lost his breath when you both slurped on his dicks, hypnotised by the sight of you eagerly sucking him down your throats with hollowed cheeks and swirling tongues upon his cocks. Trickles of cum and drool blotted down your chins, both of you struggling to swallow more than a few inches of his fat dicks, but happily trying nonetheless with enthusiastic mewls and swishes of your tongues on the identical veins that ran down his length. "Good girls", he gruffed hoarsely, "Just like that", he gripped the back of your heads, greedily pushing you down his shafts, already shining wet from your pretty mouths. Kisame rutted into you slowly, leisurely, taking his time with the feeling of your lips wrapped tightly around him, only catching his reflection when he threw his head back in a deep groan when one of you teasingly rubbed his knot as it began to grow.

You opened your mouth wide, moaning upon his girth and watching him through lidded eyes the way his eyes rolled back from the vibrations on his meaty cock. Your clone lapped on his leaky tip, then pumped him softly in a firm grip, "See how pretty his skin looks when he's all sweaty?" you nodded, wiping off slick from her chin, releasing him with a wet pop and stroking him too, "remember watching him workout, before we started dating?" She hummed, rolling her tongue on his inflated knot and giggling when his length twitched, "Fuck yes─ he can clear a whole field with one swing! So strong!" She leaned in closer to you, pretending to lower her voice as if you two were gossiping, "We used to masturbate thinking about the way his muscles flexed whenever he swung Samehada".

"Y/N─"

"Yes, sir?"

"S-shit", he cursed under his breath, both your doe-eyes staring up at him, pretty lips glossy and plump, twins kneeling between his legs with the softest expressions. If it weren't for the cum dribbling down your chins and staining your tits, he would have described you both as innocent, though that just made you look all the more alluring. Kisame breathed deep, then moaned low at the smell that wafted through his senses, "Fuck─" your scent, god─ your sweet pussy leaking with arousal pulsing between your legs, and Kisame could smell both─ it drove him wild. Frenzied with lust, mind blanketed in a dark storm of decadence. Twice the aroma, twice the sensations─ double the holes he ached to fill─ if the sight of the two of you kissing with his thick cum sloshing between your tongues didn't send him into an early grave.

Kisame watched in rapture, labouring encouragements and fisting his cock tightly, his sights never leaving the vision of your desperate gasps as spurts of cum stained your lips. Whimpers of what sounded like his name vibrated along with the wetness swishing between you both until you pulled away and slapped his hand off his cock, spitting the combined substances on his length─ Kisame groaned loud when your mouths descended on him from both sides. Your tongues lapped lewdly at the spit of saliva and cum from his long shaft─ sharing his dick with the second still pumping on your hand lazily. Your name came from him in stuttered breaths, fighting the urge to keep his eyes open and focused on the wanton display between his legs, "F-fuck─ ugh, don't stop", he grunted, truthfully unable to do much else but breathe and stare.

"You gon' cum, baby?"

He nodded, moaning low as the pressure built, watching you both suck on his cocks, pushing to the back of your throats and feeling the muscles clench around his girth until his orgasm punched through him. Kisame groaned through clenched teeth, stuttering your name as splatters of hot cum painted your faces whilst kneeling between his legs with your mouths open and tongues hanging out. You wriggled happily, giggles erupting from you both as his release splashed on your awaiting mouths, catching on your pink tongues and staining your lashes too. Kisame continued to fuck his fist to the sight of your faces painted white with his sticky cum, panting heavily with his arousal still throbbing in his hand, "'m gonna fuck you now", he rasped, "Both of you─ on the bed".

Your clone giggled, standing up and scrambling onto the bed obediently as you swallowed the cum, cleaning your face by gathering the sticky release with your fingers and sucking them clean. "How are you feelin', baby?" you asked playfully, looking up at him with a smirk, feeling smug after reducing the man into incoherent groans, "Need to catch your breath?"

Kisame hurled you up from the floor, tossing you over his shoulder and smacking your ass, "Watch when I fuck you into tears", he growled teasingly, tossing you on the bed. Kisame picked up the discarded towel─ tugging the clone closer to him, the bed dipping when he kneeled on the mattress and started gently cleansing her face, using the time to calm the heat churning in the room. "You did so well, darlin", he murmured affectionately, wiping off the sticky release from her nose bridge while you rubbed on his shoulders from behind.

"Isn't he the sweetest?"

She nodded, leaning into his hand with her eyes closed, feeling the soft rag rub against her skin, "the perfect man".

"Hardcore but with a soft spot just for us", you fluttered kisses upon the gills on his shoulders while rubbing his back tenderly, "And rough when we ask him to be".

Your compliments bloomed a heat on his cheeks Kisame tried to ignore, especially with the way the two of you spoke as if he wasn't in the room. Kisame listened to you both giggling about his dedication, his patience, his intelligence, his love for you─ all the while he concentrated on wiping your faces clean and kissing you both tenderly before being coerced into the bed. Hearing the softness in your words, paired with the delicate kisses peppered on his skin, melted any trepidations he previously felt, your voices resonating with the thumping in his chest. Kisame fought against the smile, feeling your hands push at his chest until he lay on his back with the two of you hovering over him, "I thought I was gonna be on top?"

"Nope", you grinned down at him, unclasping his headband and running your fingers through his hair, his matching grin letting you know he understood where you were going with this when you straddled his broad shoulders. Your clone settled herself on his lap, stroking his cocks that were still drooling with pre, "You're mine, darlin'", she purred, clasping the thicker one in her hand and rubbing her wet slit on the throbbing shaft. You both listened to her whine softly, gazes locked on each other before the tell-tale gasp sounded when the tip pushed into her hole, and Kisame answered with a throaty groan only to be quickly squashed by your pussy on his face.

Kisame hooked his burly arms over your thighs, locking you into pace; while also giving you the room to roll your hips on his tongue, "You're always so good at this", you gasped, closing your eyes in bliss. He bucked his pelvis, groaning into the soft folds of your pussy, feeling your clone's cunt suck his dick down to the hilt, encasing him in the snug warmth of your pussy from both ends, "─s'good n'big─ ahh, K-Kisame", she mewled. Your moans echoed in the room with stammered breaths and whimpers of his name as you used his body to get yourselves off─ your clone bounced on Kisame's cock, sliding up and down his thick shaft and squeezing on his dick that had him moaning into your pussy. Wetness seeped, splashing onto his face, trickling down his chin the longer he suckled on your clit softly, the grip on his hair prompting Kisame to lap slow strokes on your labia as you humped his face feverishly.

"Feel good, darlin?" he muttered into your mound, digging his heels onto the bed and using it to jerk his hips into her, fucking into her soft pussy and hearing her wail his name in response to the sudden thrust, penetrating deep enough for his knot to kiss her clit. Kisame chuckled, sinking back and feeling her rhythm falter while using his fingers to spread your puffy lips and expose your pulsing clit to him, "gon' cum on me, yeah?" He looked up at you smugly, taking back control and relishing in your huffy expression, "Thought I was just gonna sit this out?"

"Was hoping, really", you pushed his hair back from his forehead, looking down at him a little flustered, panting whilst feeling the heat billow in your core, his large fingers rubbing on your pulsating clit and catching the wet juices shine on his chin, "You've been pretty passive so far".

He hummed in agreement, flickering his tongue up and down rapidly on your bud before suckling again, groaning low when the pussy gripping on his cock tightened, more slick leaking with her fast-approaching release.

"F-fuck, fuck─ Kisame!" She whimpered, clawing at his stomach and rocking on his cock faster and faster, feeling him drag along the trembling walls of her pussy with every bounce, the tightness coiling in her belly drastically─ "Kisame, Kisame, Kisame", she continued to cry.

"Yeah? y'need me, darlin'? Need me to help you?" he gruffed, wishing he had extra arms to rub on her clit and help her reach the orgasm he felt clenching around his girth, "Fuck, baby─ wait for me, gimmie a minute". Kisame delved his tongue into your cunt, fucking into your tight hole shallowly and using his fingers to rub on your clit, feeling your clone slow her bounces into gliding up and down, doing her best not to touch herself per his instructions.

You were never allowed to make yourself cum; Kisame always touched you, fingered you, licked you─ tearing every single orgasm from you until you laid there spent in a mess of limbs. He took care of your body, coerced every pleasure and cry, giving you everything you'd ever ask─ the least you could do was comply and not touch yourself. That was his job─ it would be disrespectful after he was so good to you.

"'m gon' make you cum, baby─ just wait on me, yeah? Think my girl can hold off a lil' longer?"

She nodded meekly, mewling with her pussy trembling when she paused─ sitting up top of him with his fat cock pressed deep in her belly, she could feel it push on her cervix, "Y-yes, sir".

You selfishly rode on his tongue, moaning loud, on the cusp of your own orgasm and knowing your clone probably had tears welling from the pressure in her belly but being unable to chase her release on her own. Her whines reached newer octaves the more time Kisame spent playing with your pussy, til' he jerked suddenly, bucking you off his face accidentally when she rubbed on his knot, stealing his attention from you. You squirmed, humping the air from the loss of his touch, whining when he pushed you away gently, a throaty chuckle disguised the thick layer of lust in his tone, "I thought you were a good girl, darlin'─ but I shouldn't be surprised, you were always too greedy". Her hands continued to stroke the inflated knot sitting on the base of his cock, smearing her pussy slick on him, aiding to glide on the heated skin and feeling his cock twitch inside her.

"Fuckin'─" you huffed, sitting up from his face and turning to her with a half-hearted glare, your anger displaced from the deprived orgasm, "Of course, I'd hate anyone stealing his attention─ you're crazy", you couldn't help but smile at that, your love too possessive to share even with a clone. She shrugged, rolling her hips again and rubbing his knot slowly, enjoying the pulse of his dick inside her, "He's mine too─ I just want my turn".

Kisame sat up, moving you to the side, "I got an idea", he lifted her from his shaft, softly hissing when he dragged out of her warmth, his cock glistening with a mixture of cum, "Lay down". He got up from the bed, wiping the wet pussy juice from his face with the back of his hand, wickedly grinning when you laid in front of him with your legs spread, "c'mere, babe─ lay on top of her". He watched her settle on top of you, chuckling with you when giggles burst, trying to manoeuvre limbs and get comfortable, "You guys good?"

You rubbed her hips─ your legs pressed to your chest with hers straddling you, easing her down until your cunts pressed firmly together, mixing slick and smearing your clits together, turning giggles into breathless moans, "y-yeah, feels real good", you gasped. She placed kisses on your neck, relaxing into your touch and wriggling her ass out for Kisame, "all good─ now we can share".

He rubbed her ass with one hand, the other slipping between your pussy's, sliding his fingers against your wet slits, moans echoing when his digits massaged on your clits and teased your holes for him. Kisame eyed the sight of two pretty cunts winking back at him, aching to be filled─ to be stuffed full, "Ready for me?" Your enthusiastic yes's made him grin; grasping his first cock, he pressed into the already stretched hole of the clone, her moan reflecting yours when he sank his second into you. Pushing forward, stretching out the soft walls of your pussy in a deliciously painful way you've come to love until he bottomed out, "God".

"Kisame!"

"I know", he grunted through clenched teeth, rubbing both your thighs, squeezing on your squishy mounds, using them for stability when his thrusts began, "so fuckin' tight". Kisame rolled his hips, gradually picking up the pace, utilising your breathless mewls as an indication to increase the force behind his hips, pushing into you deep and hard.

"He's so good", she wailed into your shoulder, gripping onto the sheets above your head, "so so good─ never stop, baby". You stroked her back, nodding along to her babbles, feeling the sentiment just as fiercely when Kisame delved his cock into you harshly, unrelenting as always even when he did keep it at a slow pace, the force behind his thrusts jerked you both on the mattress and rolled your eyes back.

"Can't believe you're mine", he grumbled to himself, slapping on her plump cheek, gripping on the soft ass almost as tightly as the tight cunts squelching on his duel cocks, "walkin' around with a pussy this good", Kisame gruffed, smacking into you roughly.

"For you─ it's yours", you managed to gasp, unable to push into him or even move with your clone wriggling on top of you, her clit kissing yours with every push, shooting pleasure all through your body.

"Mine", his thrusts increased, the mere word tumbling in a low growl, mind and body succumbing to the pleasure of your vicelike warmth massaging on his fat cocks, "Mine, mine, mine". Each word punctured a hard thrust, sinking deeper, further, harder into your wet cunts, groaning low and breathing ragged as Kisame fucked into you─ his tip bumping into your cervix, his knots kissing your folds with every delve into you. He moaned low, your name hissing through his teeth as he hunched over you both, pressing the clone's head on your shoulder and gripping her ass hard enough to leave marks, "Gon' fuck a baby in you, darlin─ make you mine, forever", he grumbled darkly.

"yes, yes!" You cried, eyes closed and completely submitted to the overwhelming sensation of his scent, his cock. Thick, long, warm, sinking into your pussy in and out, your moans made no sense when your mind slipped into the lust surging through the room. babbling nonsense as you teetered on an orgasm─ feeling your pleasures intensify every time his cock soiled into your pussy, "make you a daddy─" "such a good daddy─ daddy feels so good!"

"Yes, make me a daddy─ give me a baby", his knot swelled with every thrust, cocks throbbing almost painfully as he plunged into you, pumping his hips and keening from the idea of your belly bulging with his child. Kisame stared down at you, breathing heavy, mind coated in a film of pure lust he couldn't shake while admiring your hazy expression and your babbled cries of daddy. Adoration swirled the more you cried, his dream sweltering his senses the longer his hips snapped into your pussy. "You'd look so beautiful─ gonna take good care of my baby", he murmured, brushing your hair back, "gon' give me lots of babies, yeah? Yeah, you are. such a good girl─ take it", he gruffed, fucking into you harder, chasing his release "─take my cum, take it all".

"Gimmie! gimmie cum!"

Kisame bit back his grin, never relenting his pace "y'like that, huh?" your nods and pathetic whines pulled a raspy chuckle from him, "y'like my cum that much? I know you do, darlin─ s'why you wake me up in the middle of the night rubbin' up on me. Want me to ruin that pretty face, just like I did earlier, don't you?"

"K-Kisame, please", you mewled, thrashing your head against the sheets, tears spilling from the overwhelming pressure that coiled in your body, your clone mirroring your pleas in your ear, loud enough for Kisame to hear too.

"Okay, whatever my girl wants", he murmured with a playful grin, hiding the heat that throbbed in his own core the longer he tried to drag this out, stroking both your clits frantically as he thrust deep, "take it, darlin─ it's yours, all for you─ take my cum".

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Splashes of clear liquid gushed from you both, your cries carrying in the air when your orgasms washed over you─ bodies trembling and keening from the intensity of your release. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Kisame's throaty groans came right after, gripping onto the clones ass so tightly it left further indents of his nails, flooding your holes with copious amounts of hot, thick cum until it leaked out from the sides. He rutted into you slowly, breathing heavy and riding the wave of his pleasure, his cocks jerking as he emptied himself inside your snug warmth now overflowing with his splatter of sticky cum. Kisame murmured praises, stroking her ass, rubbing your thighs, rolling his hips, ignoring the inflated round knots at the base, for now, only focusing on the suction he felt of your pussy's milking him dry.

"K-kisa", you whined for his attention, looking up at him with a teary pout, "You didn't give me your knot".

He huffed out a laugh, incapable of making any other sounds for every breath he took was to regulate the heat coursing through his body, "Another time, darlin". He pulled out slowly, unable to conceal his groan as he watched his cum ooze out of your stretched holes, pooling into your pussy until it dribbled down your ass, staining the sheets below. Kisame watched with wide eyes, willing his breathing to be under control, fighting the urge to stuff you back up with his cum as he carefully cleaned you up with the towel that was by his feet.

You huffed, wriggling from Kisame's touch, too sensitive for cleanup and the weight on top of you before releasing your clone and then moaning loud at the wave of sensations that flowed through you after her departure. "F-fuck!" your body trembled, curling in on yourself and whimpering from all the emotions that twisted into you. Kisame shushed you softly, dropping the towel, then picking you up and sinking into bed with you in his arms. You clutched onto him tightly, silently shivering as you shifted through the intensity of not only your feelings but hers too. Tender kisses pressed on the top of your head, along with dull back scratches that eased you into his embrace, sighing, "You're so good to me".

"Cause you're my girl".

"It's okay, darlin", he murmured, smiling down at you softly, "I know, no need to say anything".

Silence stretched for a minute, both of you taking the time to regulate your breathing and soak up the comfort of being in each other's embrace. The gentleness of his touch hummed a tender warmth that had you keening into his chest until you remembered your earlier conversation. You peered up at him, bumping his chin with your head playfully to gain his attention. "I'm with you", you said slowly, hoping he'd catch the words that started all of this, "-because you're attentive, you're funny, you're─"

"But I will anyway", your arm encircled around his back, running your nails down his skin the way he did to you, "you're handsome", you pressed firmly, daring him to rebuttal your statement again, "I love your skin, your eyes, your smile─ your arms". You giggled softly, enjoying the genuine smile that tugged on his lips, yet still hearing his slow intake of breath that tried to disguise the stutter of his pulse you could feel with your chests pressed so firmly together. You leaned up, kissing his jaw, his chin, his cheek bones— dusting a kiss upon his lips like a delicate brush stroke, "you're beautiful to me, and I love you".

Kisame nodded, swallowing down the lump in his throat and accepting your words, your love, "I love you too, darlin'".

so I struggled with this for so long because I wanted this to be a continuation of darlin' but then the shadowclone thing came to mind and I wanted 2 peen Kisame but I already had 4k written of Baby of a separate plot that got away from me and no way I could slip in a threesome so this became part of the series instead lol

Hope you liked this <3

Lee groans as you continue to kiss a sloppy trail down his body. He knew you were going to show him a good time tonight, but he wasn’t expecting you to have such a voracious sexual appetite. He’s watching you through lidded eyes as you undress him completely, kissing him all over and making sure to suck on the sensitive spots.

“Flower,” Lee pants as you take his cock in your hand.

“Yes baby?” You ask as you wrap your lips around the head.

“Please…” Lee sighs as you begin bobbing your head up and down.

He’s barely making any sense as he continues to moan and grunt half-sensed sentences. He’s so damn turned on and the more you suck his cock, the closer he’s getting to his climax. He’s so sensitive and he cums so fast when you give him a blowjob.

“So close...so damn close,” Lee groans as he grips your hair.

You hollow your cheeks to accommodate for his big size as you allow the tip of his cock to hit the back of his throat. Lee needs to focus on his breathing so he doesn’t cum right then and there. You’re looking up at him through your lashes and he doesn’t know if he’s ever seen something as erotic as this.

One more thrust into your mouth and Lee comes undone. He’s trembling and shaking as he shoots his load down your throat. You hum and moan around him, heightening his orgasm that much more.

Lee pants as you pull off of him with an audible pop. He’s completely spent, but you are definitely not done with him. You need more of him and you want to see him writhe and squirm beneath you. Lee is literally the epitome of strength, and all you want to do is watch him beg you.

“Flower, that was amazing.” Lee says as he leans in to kiss you. You surprise him by continuing to jack him off.

He’s at a loss for words. He doesn’t know what to say or do as you continue to stroke his formerly softening cock. The more you stroke him, the harder he gets. He’s panting and whimpering as you stroke him and try to undress yourself with one hand.

“Baby,” Lee pants as you pause for a moment. Once you’re completely undressed, you straddle him. His eyes roll in the back of his head as you slide your wet folds across his length.

“Shhh, just let yourself have a little fun.” You whisper as you finally allow his cock to enter you.

You both groan as you press your pelvis to his completely. Your walls are stretched by his large size, and you are just mewling and pawing at him already.

“Lee!” You whine as you roll your hips. Lee can’t even say anything as he’s just reeling from this amazing feeling. His cock is way past overstimulated and he’s just feeling like he’s cumming over and over again.

“Baby, ‘s so good!” He says as he begins drooling slightly. You lean down to kiss him passionately, your tongue sliding into his mouth.

You’re riding him so well, and Lee is thrusting up into you with so much force and energy, but he’s slowly just succumbing to this pleasure. His whole body is shaking and shuddering, and he can feel his second orgasm creeping up on him. He’s never really had a second orgasm come on so quickly like this.

“Gonna cum, baby. Gonna fucking cum!” You love when Lee curses like this. He’s so innocent and usually he doesn’t swear, but if he’s feeling this good, you know you’re doing well.

You can feel his thighs quiver and shake as you continue to ride him. Your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you roll your hips and clench yourself around him. Lee is panting and moaning and he’s so damn close.

“Baby please! Gonna cum!” Lee cries out as he grabs onto you. You kiss him as he shoots his load deep within you, and you can feel your own orgasm coming along.

He’s completely spent, but you are still not finished. As you pick up your pace, Lee is beyond words. It feels so damn good and he can’t even think straight at this point. You’ve fucked him stupid.

“Good boy,” You praise as you rub your clit. The coil in your stomach tightens as you continue to ride his thick cock. His cum is acting as such a good lube.

“P-Please!” Lee pleads with you, and you don’t know if he’s pleading for more or for you to stop.

So you continue to roll your hips as his breathing comes out in short little gasps. He can barely keep up with you at this point, but his whole body is tingling and he’s just loving this.

When you finally cum, you thrust against him hard and moan his name. Lee grunts as he can feel your walls clench even more, which makes his cock twitch again. It’s just so fucking good.

You pull off of him and lie next to him. He’s smiling as he is beyond completely spent. He’s so satisfied.

Tears welled up in your lashes as you went through your haul, discarding the clothes with every change until they laid in a heap of fabric at your feet. For a moment, you genuinely felt good in your new dress─ until you turned to the side and saw all the ways your body did not resemble the mannequin you saw in the store. You stood in your underwear, poking your fingers at your flabby flesh and crying softly in front of your full-length mirror.

All your life, you've had a love/hate relationship with your body. It took you years to be content in your skin because logically, you knew your worth wasn't determined by your weight. Though, in moments like this, it didn't stop the insecurities and anxiety whispering in your ears whenever you saw your figure staring back at you.

A plushy, round thing that ripped jeans and couldn't even fit a buttcheek on a barstool.

Hunger twisted in your belly, but you pushed it down, refusing your body any relief from your accidental fast as you cried. You had promised yourself lunch when you got home but had decided to try on the clothes instead, completely forgetting your hunger until now, which only added to your sorrow. You sank into your knees, curling your arms around your stomach as you sobbed, despair filling you and clutching your heart. A disgusting loathing simmered the more you cried over the discarded clothes.

How could you eat when you felt like the most horrible creature in the world? The sobs wracked through you as you hung your head, unable to see the thing staring back at you in the mirror.

The sound of your cries directed Kisame to your bedroom; your heartache clutched at his chest, his protective instincts gnawing at him to kill the object of your pain, anger brewing in his soul until he found you curled on the floor. Kisame dropped to his knees, "Darlin', what's wrong? What happened?" he turned you over, pulling you into his arms, allowing you to coil your arms and legs around his upper body as he rubbed your back gently.

Kisame sat back on his heels, holding you tightly in his arms as he peppered delicate kisses on your naked shoulder, murmuring terms of endearment to try and soothe your cries. He analysed the room quickly, trying to determine the source of your distress until he caught the heap of clothes that lay beside the empty shopping bag and your state of undress.

Realisation clicked the same time you lifted your head and looked up at him, tears in your eyes with a pout Kisame couldn't help but think you looked cute with it. Kisame wiped your tears with his thumb lovingly, "What's wrong, baby?"

"How can you still look at me?" you whispered dejectedly, leaning into his touch despite the embarrassment clutching your courage, "I look so pathetic right now".

Kisame stared at you for a moment, "How could I not?" he clasped your chin tenderly between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing small circles on your skin as he gauged your reddened eyes and pouted lips, "You're my girl", he whispered affectionately.

You sighed, running your hands up and down his firm arms with your bottom lip trembling, "You're so handsome and strong", you muttered, doubt crawling at your skin the more you thought about how your belly squished against his solid abdomen, "While I─"

"If the next words out of your mouth aren't sexy as fuck", Kisame cut you off with a warning guttural, surprising you with his sudden hostility, "You'll get ten spanks for disobedience". His glare made you gasp as you stared up at him, his large hands moving down to your plump ass and squeezing them firmly, "My girl is fine as hell", he said adamantly, "I don't appreciate any slander towards her".

"B-but", you stammered, wiping your eyes and melting into his touch, "I─"

"You're beautiful".

"Kisame", you whined, pushing at his chest weakly in protest, "None of my clothes fit─"

"We'll go back and get a different size", Kisame said plainly, hands caressing your body, his passion slowly blanketing your hopelessness, "I'll go with you this time, and you can model them for me".

Kisame knew you had problems with your body─ he understood that feeling well and knew that no amount of praise would truly change how you saw yourself. It would be a personal journey you would have to go through, but Kisame was more than happy to remind you how much he loved you and your body.

"N-no", a soft whimper escaped when he groped your belly as his hand ventured his way up to your breast, "They fit", you mumbled bitterly, "They just don't─"

"Show me", Kisame unhooked your bra swiftly, hungry eyes drinking in the way they topple over the fabric, soft mounds full and heavy, a low groan ripped from his throat, "Come on, doll─ dress up all pretty for daddy". Kisame seized a handful, moaning with you from the way you filled his large palm, "We can have our own lil fashion show right here", he teased with a grin.

"K-Kisame", you wriggled in his grasp, feeling the heat rise through your body and burn through your previous anxiety when you accidentally bumped against his length buried beneath you. It had you forgetting about your insecurities the more he whispered praises and handled your body. Kisame's hands radiated a gentle warmth that travelled from your ass to your thick thighs, caressing you earnestly in his lap, slowly grinding you on his stirring cock.

"You're so warm", he breathed huskily, head dipping so he could brush a kiss on your cheek, "So soft", a kiss fluttered against your neck, "Big and fluffy", Kisame groaned, love and lust searing through his groping on your plushy hips, "Can never get enough, baby".

"I'm too big", you cried, burying your face in his chest yet still whining your hips on his lap, desperate for the friction against your clothed cunt and his throbbing cock, "You're so hot, and I look─"

"Babe", he chuckled gently, "Your smile makes me hard". Kisame grinned at the disbelief colouring your face, "You're so fuckin' sexy─ you have no idea how much you turn me on". His hot kisses pressed on your tits, "You keep me warm, and your belly is my favourite fucking pillow", Kisame murmured gravelly, lust thick in his tone, the sound shooting straight to your cunt, "I fuckin love having your thighs on my face too".

"Okay", you breathed in defeat, avoiding his eyes, "I turn you on, but I still look─" you squeaked in surprise while being subjected to Kisame's manhandling as he lifted you easily and turned you around in his lap to face the mirror.

"Look at yourself", he grunted, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your face up so you'd see the woman staring back at you, "You're so fucking sexy, baby". Kisame wrapped an arm around your middle as he pulled you flush into his chest, bucking his hips into your fat ass, "Do you feel that?" Your whimper had him grinning, "That's for you, rock hard and leaky for your pretty face", Kisame moaned low when you pushed your ass against his thickness, "Yes, baby, take what's yours".

You squeezed your eyes tight, lust and shame burning your skin, unable to look at the woman staring back at you. She looked so flustered and exposed, yet body dwarfed by Kisame's large size, seeing the image at the back of your mind as you whimpered a soft, "d-daddy", needing your man to take control and make you forget the misery that tainted your soul.

"Is that what you need, darlin?"

You nodded weakly, pressing against Kisame's solid frame, melting into his touch and allowing his husky voice to comfort you, "I need daddy, please, please, please", you begged pitifully, tears blurring your vision once again.

Kisame titled your head so he could kiss you softly, drinking in your cries and wiping the tears away as he kissed you deeply. Your despair reached out and clasped at his chest, making him feel useless in his duties as your man to protect you from harm and strife. When it came to pain like this, Kisame would do anything to help you forget, to numb you of this sorrow that clouded your mind.

If that meant taking control and making you gasp in pleasure, then Kisame was more than happy to provide a dominant hand.

"Daddy's got you, darlin", Kisame whispered firmly upon your lips, "Be a good girl and bend over for me".

You nodded, turning and bending at the waist until your arms rested on the floor in front of the mirror while your ass still sat on Kisame's lap, thighs spread for his viewing pleasure. Your back arched, feeling Kisame's firm grasp on your underwear and allowing him to tug it off.

"Such a pretty little girl", Kisame murmured huskily, armoured with the way your pussy glistened with slick. He probed your cunt with his fingers, gliding his digits between your puffy folds and watching you squirm from his teasing, "Stay still, little one". Kisame grasped your hip as he thrust a finger into your tight entrance, chuckling from your mewls, "Do you know why daddy has to finger you first?"

You gasped, cunt fluttering from the sudden intrusion as you will your body not to push against his finger pumping into your pussy, "C-cause daddy is too big", you moaned, "It will h-hurt".

"That's right", Kisame smirked, pushing another finger in and stretching you open ever so slowly, "Good girl", he felt the way your cunt pulsed from the praise, "Aw, does my little girl love to hear praises?" He cooed teasingly, enjoying the sounds of your whines of embarrassment though, a frown settled when you hung your head away from your reflection. Kisame ground his bulge upon your thigh, "I ordered you to look at yourself, remember?"

You fussed, "But I can't", it all felt a bit too much, your mind still fogged with disgust at your own form─ you couldn't bear to look at that woman in the mirror. A cry left your mouth when you felt Kisame's hand encircle around your throat, pressing against your windpipe and seizing your breath.

"I only want yes, daddy coming out of that pretty mouth", Kisame snarled, looming over your body, his cock pressed hotly against your ass with no clothing, having stripped when you started fussing, "This is your only warning".

Your gaze flickered up to the mirror, your lungs squeezing in your chest, desperate for breath as you watched the haze swirl in your eyes, and Kisame's scowl darkened his features handsomely. You felt your cunt tighten around his fingers obscenely, slick painting his digits as you nodded weakly, submitting to his will.

"That's my girl", Kisame gruffed, taking his fingers out of your cunt and rubbing your glossy wetness over his meaty shaft leaking with pre, "Keep your eyes on that cute face while I fuck this pretty lil pussy". He let go of your throat, listening to your dire gulps of breath and used the distraction to push his thick length into your tight cunt─ the wail that ripped from your throat had him grinning.

"D-daddy!" you sobbed, tears blotting your cheeks as your core burned from the rough stretch of his fat cock, "B-big─ ahhh, y-you, hurt!" You watched yourself moan and cry, clawing at the carpet as you wriggled to get away from Kisame's touch, yet his tight grip on your hips prevented you from doing so. Already, you felt your mind slipping into the pain and pleasure that pulsed in your body, forgetting your earlier troubles─ only being able to focus on the intrusion of Kisame's fat cock stuffing your little cunt too abruptly.

"I'm sorry, darlin", Kisame rutted into you, sounding the least bit sorry while feeling your pussy clamp around his thick girth almost painfully, "Daddy just couldn't help himself─ you look too tempting with your ass on my cock". Kisame pressed your back down, your ass raising higher so he could rub circles on your puffy clit, your pussy shuddering upon his length, relaxing for his hard thrusts.

You moaned, slowly succumbing to the desire Kisame's cock tore from you, your mouth parted in a breathless moan as you stared into his eyes through the mirror, shame and lust filling you the way his cock did.

"You look so good like this", Kisame groaned, digging his fingers into your plush hips as he rammed into you, "You're so fuckin' tight, sweetheart─" he grasped your fat cheeks, spreading your ass apart so he could watch the way your pussy gripped his length. "Fuck", Kisame groaned low, seeing your cream paint his cock with every drive into your cunt, the room filling with lewd squelching sounds, "You should see the mess you're making, darlin", he rasped, captivated from the sight, "Gonna have to make you clean my cock with that lovely mouth of yours later".

"Daddy─ ahh ahh─ s-so good! B-big!" you gasped, "d-daddy's so so big", you keened pitifully, Kisame's dirty words making your body feel flushed, his heavy balls slapping against your puffy clit with every hard thrust, "More! Daddy, p-please!"

Kisame huffed out a laugh, sweat dampening his skin as fucked you hard, "Such a greedy lil thing", he tutted, "Begging for more when your little cunt can barely take me as is". Kisame pounded into you from behind─ you could see the way your ass jiggled from the force, slamming into his lap with every drive of his hips, his length pushed deep into your cervix and bumped against the spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

Sweet moans and gentle sighs stumbled from your lips with every pound, your pussy convulsing as your first orgasm neared, "S'good─ daddy feels so so good", you pressed against him with every thrust, matching his pace. Kisame rubbed your swollen clit again, the added stimulation pushing you over the edge and creaming all over his cock with a high-pitch keen of his name.

"That's it, darlin", Kisame gruffed, pressing on your clit firmly as he fucked you through the shocks, "Cum on daddy's cock", he groaned, "Cum on me, baby". Kisame's low groans stirred you on, your little cunt coating his length with your essence while you panted heavily, drool rolling off your tongue as you watched yourself collapse into his awaiting arms.

Kisame hauled you off the floor in his arms, muscles bulging with every movement until he stood firmly with your thick thighs spread upon his trunk-like arms. You moaned shamefully, seeing your pussy split wide on his fat cock, "W-what?"

"Keep watching, baby", Kisame started moving you up and down his length; you gripped the back of his neck for stability, the both of you watching your cum dribble down his length and smear his fat balls. A throaty groan rumbled through his chest when you clenched around him, the sight of your bodies turning you on more than you could admit, "You like that, huh?" Kisame grinned, picking up the pace so he could hear you whimper his name, "Tell me what you see".

"M-me", you gasped, "You f-fucking me ", unable to tear your eyes away─ you felt Kisame's girth stretch you open, but to see his thickness pushing in and out of you was a whole different experience. Heat burned in your core, pleasure overwhelming your mind, clouding your thoughts─ Kisame and his impressive strength sliding you up and down his length like a flesh-toy were the only things you could focus on.

"Good girl", Kisame praised, fucking you harder, "You're my pretty lil girl". He bucked his hips into you, feeling his head push into your abused walls harder, "Say it, baby", he grunted, almost forgetting his mission as he delved into your cunt, "Tell her how pretty she looks on my cock".

"Kisa─"

Your protest died with a sharp wail after a specially hard thrust had your thighs shaking and tits bouncing from the force, "Yes, daddy!" you cried.

Kisame gripped you tightly, continuing on his firm pace while tightening his abdomen to strive off his impending orgasm, "Say it", he demanded roughly.

"I-I'm pretty", you whimpered, feeling his fingers dig into your squishy flesh as an encouragement to continue, "I-I'm daddy's girl, a-and I look pretty with daddy's c-cock", you hiccuped, moans spilling with your words. Kisame pressed open mouth kisses upon your neck, whispering praises, supporting you as you stumbled, "I l-look good─ so s-sexy with you─"

"You look sexy every day", Kisame corrected you, his cock twitching hotly inside you, the mirror reflecting the scene of your pussy swallowing his length.

"I look s-sexy every d-day", you echoed, tears staining your cheeks once again, but this time it was from Kisame's sincere love, swelling your chest, overwhelming you with his passion. "I love you", you sobbed, emotions spilling with the lust licking at your skin from Kisame's every touch, "I l-love you, daddy".

"I love you too, darlin", Kisame cooed into your ear, bouncing you on his thick cock even harder, grunting with every pound as he felt you pulse around his length, "What do you need?" He rasped, determined to make you forget completely, "Tell daddy what you want".

"Cum", you wailed, gripping his neck tightly, "C-cum! Cu─ahh ha─um!" you clenched your inner walls around him purposely, keening when Kisame bit your neck, in retaliation, "C-cum, daddy's cum!"

Kisame groaned, nipping at your neck, "You want daddy to cum inside you?" his cock throbbed from your eager nod, "Fuck", he growled, "Want me to stuff this lil pussy, huh? Ruin you with my cum, make you full and leaky, yeah? Is that what you want, darlin?"

"Yes!" you moaned, "D-ha ahh-ddy! please", you humped your hips with his every thrust, "C-cum in me please!" you whined, "N-need you, s'warm and full", you cried harder, desperate to feel your cunny flood with his release, bulging your tummy with his warmth.

"You like daddy's cum that much, hah?" Kisame taunted, voice strained as another throaty groan escaped, "Asking so nicely too, good girl", he panted, watching you whine and squirm in his firm grasp, "I have the sweetest lil girl─ so beautiful with a pussy so good it drives me crazy", Kisame's low moans had you keening.

"Yours", you sobbed, feeling his hips falter the more you cried for cum to fill your sopping cunt, "Y-your girl". Kisame's muscular frame held you tightly, the thick veins of his shaft bumping along your silky walls as you watched him press heated kisses on your neck.

"Cum with me", Kisame grunted in your ear, "Let go for me, babygirl".

You shook your head weakly, fatigue weighing you from the position and your earlier orgasm, "Daddy, I can't─ it's too much", you whined, feeling too sanitised and dizzy to comply.

"Yes, you can", he hissed, ramming into you faster, chasing his own orgasm with every thrust into your sloppy hole, "Be a good girl and do as you told".

You could do nothing but take the rough assault into your ruined pussy, listening to his groans and the splashy noises every time Kisame fucked into you. "Yes, daddy", you whimpered, yielding to his command, overwhelmed by the pressure of his fat girth in your little cunt, and the harsh bumps against your cervix.

Kisame cursed to himself, his abdomen tensing, muscles bulging as he slammed into you harshly, the sound of skin slapping skin, the low squelching of your pussy and your combined moans rattled the room. Your name grumbled out of him in deep moans, delving his cock into your sloppy walls until you fluttered around him, sobbing his name in babbled mewls.

"Fuck- fuck!", Kisame sunk into your pussy, riding the high of your orgasm until he painted your spongy walls with his creamy globs of cum─ stuffing you full and bending you over. Kisame's thick arms encircled around your waist, pounding you through his release with your body folded in half, "Pussy feels so fuckin─ ugh", he groaned loudly.

You could only manage Kisame's name in broken whimpers, eyes wide open as you watched him through the mirror─ his chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut, and teeth gritted as he fucked you through the aftershocks. You moaned from the sight─ Kisame looked so strong, his arms suspending you from the floor, yet you still pressed firmly against his broad chest, your feet dangling and ass snug into his lap.

Kisame's hips slowed gradually, your cunt milking him dry and making him feel spent as his warmth washed over you, filling you to the brim.

"So warm", you sighed blissfully, delirious from his love and the orgasms he ripped from you.

The both of you took a moment to breathe, Kisame's forehead pressed on your back, his arms still encircled around you─ his cock buried snugly in your abused little pussy. You started whining when you felt him pull out, his warmth leaving you, dribbling down between your legs as he carried you over to the bed.

"Kisame", you purred his name through your gasps.

"I got you, darlin".

Kisame laid you down gently, towering over you and pressing gentle kisses from your neck to your collarbone. You eased into his touch, allowing it to wash over you while clenching your thighs tightly to keep his cum inside you, relishing in the tender ache that pulsed in your core.

"How does my baby feel?" he murmured through his kisses, calloused palms caressing the body parts you were crying over earlier, pouring his devotion with every touch, "You good, darlin?" Kisame stared down at you, concern and love radiating from his kisses.

You stroked his jaw, a calm hum radiating through your body, "Thank you, baby", your mind finally felt quiet as you smiled up at him, "You were amazing", you whispered affectionately.