#naruto fics

(A/n): bet, this was fun to right. I need to write more since he's literally my favorite. Thanks for the request :)

Y/n and Sasuke were sent on a mission with one task in mind.. retrieve the scrolls that some shinobi from the village hide in the mist had stolen. And well, Sasuke never had fondness of anyone really, but if their was anyone Sasuke had to choose, it would be y/n. You see, ever since you guys were genins, you somehow managed to get the same score on him on almost everything. From running, cloning jutsu, and transforming jutsu to durability, speed, and kunai throwing, you did almost the same, if not better. Skip a few years, and both of you are 17 on an A-ranked mission, jumping from tree to tree.

"Oi, y/n on your left." Sasuke says with his usual nonchalant voice as you duck, a branch almost smaked you square in the nose.

"Awww, you do care," you sing, a stupid giddy grin on your face as he side glares you.

"I don't, just don't want to end up with you passed out," he grumbles, annoyed at the way you sing. It does random shit to his stomach, making it all flutery.

"Pft, yeah, right, I bet you're blushing right now~" You glance over at him, and their it is. That thin pressed pink dusting his stupid pale cheeks all the way to under his eyes and just barely reacting his nose.

"Whatever, I don't have time for this."

I mean, it's nothing new. You and Sasuke always end up having these back and forth conversations. And from time to time, he would bless you with his reaction like right now. Oh, how cute he looks while blushing no wonder girls fan over him. God, if only he liked you back or at least knew about your feelings, knowing Sasuke he probably doesn't even know what feelings are.

You don't blame him tho, you have enough feelings for the both of you anyway, like literally you cried when a fawn was just too small. And laughed like a child when you stole Naruto's dango. He didn't like you going near any man, let alone Naruto. Sasuke didn't need the blond drooling all over you like he did with the other village girls, and God forbid Sasuke seeing Naruto showing you sexy jutsu. Suddenly Sasuke came to a stop and you gave him a strange look.

"Don't go near him," he said, eyes grazing over you, from the top of your head to the bottom of your shows, then slowly back up onto your eyes, to your lips, then eyes again,

"Near who? Sasuke," you smirked despite being confused

"Near Naruto, I don't need him drooling over what's mine"

Your pace quickend unnaturally, my oh my he thinks he owns me how funny. You thought, but then again, I kinda wished he did.

"Oh my, is the great Sasuke Uchiha jealous,"

You teased, and his shot a glare at you or in your soup. You couldn't tell or just didn't want to. Sasuke crossed you in three long strides, sharingan glinting red under his midnight black hair, the pupil spining predatory.

"Hn. You seem to have trouble with following directions, " he grumbled annoyed, why must she challenge me? Why play stupid games like this, I don't have time for such useless things.

And bam, now sasuke had your hands pinned above your head, you were backed to a tree, the bark digging into the back of your hands and your vest. Why does he look so hot, damn he really needs to let his hair down, I mean, it would look so much better. Does he even know how hot he looks? What do you think when he looks in the mirror when he wakes up in the morning. Goddd his bed hair must be to die for. I NEED to add that to my photos of him. It's okay if we weren't on the same team. We could still have our children on the same team.

His breath fanned over your ear, your cheeks turned pink as Sasuke nipped at the shell of your ear. Pressing kisses alongside your jaw to the outer part of your lips. Damn did he really just skip your lips? Yes, yes, he did, after all. Sasuke is a cunty bitch. The thin lines of pink meeting your jaw? 10/10 feeling would recommend even better coming from Sasuke. He kissed the out part of the right side of your mouth, kissing until he reached your jaw.

"Well damn, you're a bit too good at this," you mumbled, your hands still pinned above your head with surprising strength.

Maybe you did match him at almost everything, kunai throwing? It was a one point breaker. Flexibility? You did so much better. Turns out trauma makes you a bit too stiff to win. Traps and Disguises were the same score, where you and sasuke had used transformation jutsu and tricked the other teams by setting traps.

"Hmh, only when your much worse at hiding your feelings"

His tongue was swirling around your pussy, tasting every inch of your hole, drinking up on every drop of arousal you dripped down. Jiraiya knew he was doing a good job at pleasing you whenever he felt your thighs quiver and your toes curled; you could fake your moans (though he knew you weren’t), but your body was honest and sincere with him. He knew you too well to know exactly how to touch you to pleasure you, what touch was teasing and which one could light a fire inside you. 

Your enjoyment was on his mind, no matter how hard he was and how much his cock was twitching in his pants. There was time for that later. He had his hands on your thighs, caressing before trailing upwards towards your ass to grab a handful to squeeze and knead. 

There was only one con to this position; you could stay sitting for so long before you collapse (you were sensitive like that and it made him insane, how much power he could have over you), so Jiraiya couldn’t really see your face, only the skin of your tummy and the curves of your breasts. A wonderful view, but he would love to see your expression when the tip of his tongue flicked over your clit. You were just so adorable. 

You were strong, confident, self assured, and he adored you for it. But it was a different thrill when he knew that about you and how easy it was to turn you into putty whenever he touched you. He was weak for you anyway, he touched you only to give you the biggest delight of your life. He was especially weak when he ate you out, like a starving man getting his first meal after years of hunger. 

You stuttered his name in a moan, hips grinding down on his face, as Jiraiya sucked on your clit. He smiled for a brief second, rejoicing in your pleasure, before continuing his ministrations. His hands slid down your thighs in soft caresses until they reached your feet, resting on his chest. Your pussy throbbed against his mouth; you liked it when he worshipped you, and that included the part his hands were holding. The closest to worshipping the ground you walked on.

With his tongue still exploring your folds, delving between them to slurp on your slick, his fingers gently massaged the balls of your feet, applying minimal pressure, only enough to let you know that he was paying attention to every detail, every sign that meant you wanted a little more. And he would gladly give it to you; he had kissed every corner, every crease, every scar of your body. He only stopped if you asked him to. Any decent man would worship their woman like a princess, and as much of a pervert he was, he was still decent enough to make you orgasm as many times as you wanted and needed. 

As he trailed his fingers towards the heels of your feet, flicking his tongue over your clit with purposed intent, Jiraiya thought of another con of this position: he couldn’t actually talk. You were still moaning, music easily spilling from your lips every time his tongue and lips moved, an adorable squeak coming out when his fingers grazed a particular ticklish part of your foot, but he would die to tell you how fucking wonderful you tasted, how absolutely perfect you were for letting such a dirty old man have you all for himself. It would affect you even more, his lascivious words making you shy yet still so fucking wet; he knew he could turn you on by whispering the filthiest things in your ears at any time. That was basically how he got lucky enough to have you sitting on his face the very first time: describing in detail how good he’d make you feel. And he delivered.