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misharuu · 4 years

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Sake ; One Shot

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden (no fandom knowledge is needed for this fic)

Pairing/Characters: Sasuke x Naruto, Shikamaru x Naruto (brief), Sakura

Warnings/Tags: NSFW ; yaoi, whump, hurt/comfort, emeto, sickfic, alcohol abuse, angst, first time, naruto is grieving, and drinking, sasuke is in denial about his feelings

Summary: Sasuke returned to the Village after absorbing Orochimaru. After a few weeks of interrogation and house arrest he’s free to roam. Sakura forgives him quickly but Naruto is pissed and grieving Jiraiya’s death, leaving him broken hearted and impulsive. One night at the bar Sasuke is left taking care of a blackout drunk Naruto, and one thing leads to another.

Word Count: 5,666

A/N: Okay so this has been sitting as a draft for way too long! I hope it’s alright! Feedback is loved!

AO3. FF.

Sasuke’s arms were folded over his chest, his long fingers wrapped around his upper arms, knuckles white. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Naruto drunkenly lean over a table, chatting with Shikamaru, who in his opinion was being much too courteous, enjoying the conversation much more than he should have been. Everyone knew Naruto was an obnoxious drunk; he drank too much too quickly, he never tried to pace himself, he was a flirt, and he couldn’t handle his alcohol. Being around him in this state was a complete hassle. It was way too much effort to wrangle him in at the end of the night and force him to go home. ‘But I don’t waaaannnaaa,’ he’d whine, eyes all glassy and unfocused, ‘can’t we go to another bar? The one up the block is open for another hour!’ Sasuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes, even the thought of Naruto’s insufferable whining enough to set him off. And what was Shikamaru playing at? Why was he acting like Naruto’s drunken ramblings were so entertaining? A bubbly laugh pulled Sasuke out of his thoughts. He glared as he watched Naruto and Shikamaru talk, standing way too close to each other due to their lowered inhibitions... and was that Naruto’s hand lingering on Shikamaru’s shoulder? ‘Pathetic,’ Sasuke hissed in his head, turning around on his stool to face the bar.

Sakura was in the stool next to him, completely oblivious to the fact that he wasn’t listening to her, ranting on and on about some book; or maybe about training? He couldn’t remember. “Yeah, that’s great,” Sasuke mumbled, offering some sort of reply every now and then to keep up his facade. He hated bars. Hated alcohol. Hated not being one hundred percent in control of himself. He sipped on a light beer, the tangy sourness bubbling over his tongue. And there was that damn laugh again. How could Naruto feel so comfortable letting his guard down like that? How could he be so carefree and uninhibited? He was basically sitting in Shikamaru’s lap at this point; they were in separate chairs but they were so close their knees were rubbing together. The display sickened him, awaking some sort of emotion deep inside the pit of his stomach. Anger? No, that wasn’t it. Disgust? Partially, but not quite. Jealousy...? That’s ridiculous, he didn’t have anything to be jealous of, right?

Sasuke glared as Naruto picked up a bottle, pouring out two shots less than carefully, clear liquid spilling onto the sticky table. Some sort of cheer was called out before they downed their shots, slamming their glasses on the table. Naruto didn’t even flinch, immediately reaching out for the bottle and taking a long swig. Shikamaru grabbed the bottle from Naruto, clearly unimpressed by his desires to get blackout drunk, and placed the bottle back on the table. Naruto was displeased, his eyebrows furrowed before he snapped at Shikamaru. Shikamaru laughed it off and took Naruto by the hand, pulling him up out of his seat. The sudden movement made Naruto stagger on unsteady feet, his hair was a mess and his face was flushed pink; totally wasted. A smirk grew across his lips, slightly pointed canines glinting, his whiskered cheeks dimpled. Sasuke growled deep in his throat as he watched Shikamaru drag the drunk boy into the bathroom. His fist clenched in his lap and he took another sip of his beer, glowering.

”Sasuke?” he heard a voice slur lightly next to him, dragging him out of his thoughts again, “I was thinking you could come back to my house tonight...” Sasuke glanced at Sakura, placing his cup on a coaster.

”I’ll be right back,” Sasuke barked as he got up from his stool swiftly, ignoring Sakura’s advance. She clearly deflated as he sauntered away, carefully gliding through the large, rowdy crowd. He wasn’t sure why but he felt like he had to see what was going on. Once he got to the restroom he didn’t bother knocking, pushing right through the door. Naruto was sat on one of the sinks with Shikamaru standing between his legs, orange clad knees pressing against his hips. Their mouths were locked together and Naruto’s hand gripped the back of Shikamaru’s neck as he grinded against his hips. Sasuke felt like all the air was sucked out of his lungs and his heart dropped into his stomach. He felt completely furious. He wanted to pull them apart. Just as he was about to speak he realized that he was being ridiculous. Why did he care? It was none of his business. But seeing Naruto’s arms draped over Shikamaru’s shoulders, his legs wrapped against his hips...

“Can’t you see we’re busy here?” Shikamaru snapped, glaring at Sasuke as he held Naruto up. Naruto was clearly on the verge of a blackout, his head lolled onto Shikamaru’s shoulder as soon as the jonin moved, unable to hold himself steady, his eyes sliding closed.

Sasuke rolled his eyes, “this is still a bathroom, correct?” He walked over to the urinals and unzipped his pants, trying to concentrate on pissing and not the sounds Naruto made as he clung onto Shikamaru’s vest. He heard the sound of a zipper before Naruto gasped, and that was his breaking point. Sasuke pulled up his pants and flushed, spinning on his heels. “Get a fucking room,” he spat after he washed his hands, quickly leaving the restroom and letting the door slam behind him. He swiftly made his way back to his stool, obsessively watching the bathroom door, seeing how long it would take for the door to open. It was only a few moments later that the pair left, Naruto barely on his feet and Shikamaru guiding him to a chair, murmuring something into his ear before standing back up, gazing around the room as if he was looking for someone. Shikamaru caught Sasuke’s line of sight and immediately started to walk over. ‘Great,’ Sasuke sarcastically thought to himself, trying not to glare.

”Hey, uh, Sasuke... I gotta go. Just got word that I’m needed for an urgent mission. Could you possibly... uh, could you get Naruto home safely?” Shikamaru asked, a hand sliding through his hair with sheepish smile.

”You really think I’d be willing to do that?” Sasuke snorted, sipping his beer.

”You know damn well I don’t trust you, but Naruto does and he isn’t in great shape,” Shikamaru glared, a hand on his hip, “don’t do it for me, do it for him.”

Sasuke was about to reject him but Sakura was looking at him furiously, her hands clutched into fists, clearly about to threaten him if he said no. Sasuke heaved out a sigh, glancing beyond Shikamaru’s shoulder to the corner that Naruto was tucked into. The blond’s head was leaning against the wall, he looked like he was slipping in and out of unconsciousness, an absolute miracle that he was still upright. “Sakura, could you...?” Sasuke motioned to Naruto. Sakura just shook her head, disappointment clear on her face. Sasuke groaned, pulling himself to his feet. “Fine, but you owe me one,” he hissed as Shikamaru smiled, throwing Sasuke a salute before heading out of the bar.

Sasuke cautiously walked over to Naruto, pausing a few feet away as he took in the sorry state that he’d gotten himself into. His eyes were open but they were unfocused, his cheeks were flushed and his jacket was partially unzipped and wrinkled. He took a few steps closer, “Naruto?” Naruto slowly turned his head in Sasuke’s direction, his eyes narrowed.

”What’dya wan’,“ Naruto slurred, crossing his arms.

”I’m supposed to be escorting you home,” Sasuke rolled his eyes, not liking the situation any more than his ‘rival.’

”’M not goin’ anywhere with you,” Naruto huffed, “Shikamaru -“

Sasuke quickly cut him off. “Shikamaru apparently got called on a mission. Either that or he’s ditching you,” Sasuke shrugged cooly.

”Wouldn’ surprise me,” Naruto mumbled softly, “wouldn’ be the firs’ time they leave once they get what they want,” his gaze fell to the floor. For some reason that tugged on Sasuke’s heart, softening him a bit.

”Just let me take you home. You’re drunk and I doubt you want to wind up in a gutter somewhere.”

”Why d’you care?” Naruto spat, “not like it matters to you.” Sasuke sighed, gripping Naruto’s shoulder and pulling him out of his chair. Naruto was too drunk to fight him off, a string of weak arguments tumbling out of his mouth as he was dragged out of the bar. After one block Sasuke started to get fed up; Naruto was completely unsteady on his feet and after tripping once Sasuke had enough. He scooped Naruto off the ground and slipped him onto his back piggyback style. “What the fuck -,” Naruto yelled as he was swung off the ground, sitting in a stunned silence once he came to rest on Sasuke’s back. He was out of energy and couldn’t argue anymore, letting his arms slide around Sasuke’s neck, his head resting on his shoulder. Sasuke found himself smiling as he felt Naruto’s relaxed breaths puffing against his neck, warm and tickling. He wouldn’t admit it but he was happy Shikamaru had left. He didn’t want Naruto to make any decisions like that while he was so drunk. He didn’t know if the two had a relationship like that, but he was pretty certain they didn’t considering the things he’d seen Shikamaru and Temari getting up to. Just a drunken one night stand. Disgusting. Naruto was worth so much more than that.

”S’ske?” Naruto slurred, barely audible over the sounds of his footsteps against the road. Sasuke glanced over his shoulder, frowning at the way Naruto’s skin looked so pale in the moonlight.

”Hm?” Sasuke hummed, continuing his trek.

“M’ gonna puke,” Naruto choked out, a hand flying to his mouth.

”Shit,” Sasuke hissed as he ducked into an ally, quickly sliding Naruto off his back and carefully letting him down. Naruto staggered a few feet before letting a hand rest against a brick wall, bending at the waist as his free hand braced against his knee. Sasuke didn’t know what to do so he just stood in place, keeping a calm, unconcerned look plastered on his face. There was a few moments of silence and Sasuke just stood there, watching Naruto’s shaking frame as he clung to the wall for dear life. “Err... Naruto?” Sasuke asked, taking a few steps forward. Just then Naruto started coughing, quickly devolving into gags, which lead to a heave as a stream of alcohol splattered onto the ground. Sasuke winced but he couldn’t will himself to move, torn between trying to help and mocking him for getting himself to this point. He settled on the latter, a weak coping mechanism he resorted to when he felt uncomfortable. “Pathetic. You hold your alcohol worse than girl,” he sneered, crossing his arms, acting totally unfazed. Naruto didn’t answer, his legs shook as he struggled to stay upright, coughing harshly as he dry heaved over the ground. Sasuke sighed, giving up, as he walked over to Naruto, gently placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, trying to help him to his knees so he wouldn’t fall over but Naruto resisted.

”Do you want to fall on your face?” Sasuke growled, forcing Naruto onto his hands and knees. He knelt on the ground next to him to try to offer some amount of sympathy, a hand reaching out to push his hair off his face but he froze once he saw the tears on Naruto’s cheeks. Naruto coughed and gagged as he brought up another wave of vomit, letting out a choked off sob. Sasuke frowned, pushing the hair off Naruto’s face. “I know it sucks, I’m sorry,” Sasuke soothed, his hand lingering on Naruto’s back, “just get it out.” Naruto was too weak to hold back, freely sobbing between gasping breaths and gags, falling back onto his ass once he was done. His shaky hands covered his face, cheeks red with embarrassment. Of all people he didn’t want to seem weak in front of Sasuke was at the top of the list. Ever since Jiraiya died the only comfort he could find was in alcohol, picking up people at the bar so he wouldn’t have to be alone, at least for a little while. It had been a few weeks and the hole in his heart just seemed to grow, he constantly felt cold and empty, searching for anything to fill the void. The alcohol dulled the ache while the sweet words of his one night stands acted as a bandaid; making him feel better until it was suddenly ripped off the next morning when he woke up alone, leaving a stinging pain in their wake.

Sasuke just sat silently for a moment; Naruto sounded so sad, so broken that it confused him and he didn’t know what to do. He pulled Naruto’s hands off of his face and wiped away his tears. “Come on, you’re gonna catch a cold sitting on the ground all night,” Sasuke murmured, the way that Naruto childishly rubbed his eyes made his heart flip flop in his chest. He scooped Naruto back up onto his back and changed directions, heading back to his house instead, deciding Naruto shouldn’t be left alone. Naruto either didn’t notice or didn’t care about their change of direction; all Sasuke heard was sniffling and hiccoughing the whole trip.

Sasuke pushed his front door open and walked straight to his bedroom, placing Naruto on his bed while he flipped on the light, quickly shuffling through his closet as Naruto curled up on himself. Sasuke knew there was no point trying to talk to him about his sudden breakdown right now, he was probably too drunk to comprehend anything that was going on. Sasuke grabbed clothes for both of them, spinning around just in time to see Naruto’s face go green. He shot up on the bed, leaning over the side, a hand feebly trying to cover his mouth as he gagged, a dribble of bile dripping between his fingers and onto the floor. “Damn it,” Sasuke grabbed the trash can in the corner of the room and hastily shoved it into Naruto’s hands before he vomited again, wincing at the sound of liquid hitting the bottom of the metal can.

Sasuke quickly shuffled to the bathroom and grabbed a glass and a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before filling the glass with water, hurrying back to his room, helplessly watching as Naruto got sick. “God, how do you even have anything left?” Sasuke sat beside Naruto on the bed, rubbing his back, surprisingly not even mad that Naruto had puked on his floor. At this point he was just concerned and confused, completely out of his element. Emotions weren’t really his forte; neither was taking care of drunk people. All he could do was wait and whisper encouraging words; you’re okay, I’ve gotcha, I’m not going anywhere. Finally Naruto seemed to calm down, trying to catch his breath while lowering the garbage can onto the floor unsteadily.

”S-sorry...” Naruto whispered weakly, his big sad blue eyes making brief contact with Sasuke’s.

”Don’t worry about it right now,” Sasuke mumbled, grabbing Naruto’s hands so he could clean him up with the washcloth, hesitantly reaching up and wiping off Naruto’s face, erasing all evidence of his tears. Naruto just stared in disbelief, unsure or unable to speak, his eyes filling with tears at Sasuke’s tenderness. It made Sasuke’s head spin. He’d never seen Naruto cry, not unless someone was dead. ‘Oh, shit. Jiraiya,’ Sasuke wanted to smack himself; how had he not thought of that sooner. Sasuke sighed as he got up and grabbed a shirt and sweats, handing them to Naruto.

”Think you could manage?” he asked, getting a nod in return. They got changed in silence, their backs facing each other. Sasuke grabbed Naruto’s discarded clothes before helping him lay down, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He picked up the glass of water and handed it to Naruto, frowning at how shaky the boy’s hands were. “Drink this, it’ll help,” Sasuke muttered before he grabbed the can and the clothes and flicked off the light on his way out, bringing Naruto’s clothes to the laundry machine before starting to clean everything up. He headed back to his room with a mop and the garbage can, leaving the can next to the bed before swiftly cleaning the floor, trying to remain as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake Naruto up. Once the floor was clean he padded out of the room and rinsed the mop before heading back down the hallway to the living room, planning to sleep on the couch. As he walked past his room he couldn’t help but linger by the doorway, curiosity getting the better of him. He stood there for a moment, holding his breath, before he peered into the doorway. He saw Naruto’s shivering frame curled up beneath the blanket, his lips curling down into a frown.

“Sasuke?” Naruto’s voice suddenly broke the silence and made him jump.

”Y-yeah?” Sasuke asked, partially pushing the door open.

”Could you... Could you stay here tonight?” Sasuke’s blood went cold and he was confused with himself when he felt almost... relieved?

”Oh... Sure,” Sasuke mumbled, stepping fully into the room. He couldn’t help but notice that his hands were trembling as he pulled the blanket back, laying on the bed as far from Naruto as humanly possible, his heart racing in his chest.

”Thanks, Sasuke,” Naruto whispered sleepily, his breath coming deep and steady, clearly falling fast asleep. Sasuke just laid there, staring at the wall, thoughts swirling through his head. Their relationship had always been complicated and confusing. An odd rivalry spurred by a confusion of feelings. There had always been an unspoken tension, more than friends, rivals only in title and action, not in emotion. Naruto never gave up on him when he left the village, constantly searching for him, going head to head with Orochimaru on multiple occasions just to try to ‘rescue’ him. But at the time he didn’t want to be saved. Once he killed Orochimaru he let himself be found. He had to pretend to be angry, had to pretend he didn’t want to come back, but deep down he was tired of running. The way Naruto cried and begged him to return finally made something click, and he returned to the village. The trip back was uncomfortable to say the least. Kakashi tried to act nonchalant. Sakura and Naruto gave him the cold shoulder. It took weeks before Tsunade and the black ops would let him return home on the condition that he spill all of his secrets. News of Orochimaru’s death seemed to calm them slightly, but he was always being tailed. Not trusted. He didn’t expect to be. This was the first night since his return that he’d spoken more than two words to Naruto. Sakura was much easier to appease.

Jiraiya had died right before Naruto set out to find him, trying to cling to some sort of hope that things could return to ‘normal,’ whatever that meant now. Sasuke hadn’t heard of Jiraiya’s death until a few weeks after he returned; he didn’t really know him, he’d heard of him but that was about it. All he knew was that he was Naruto’s sensei. Apparently they had a stronger bond than he had imagined. Sasuke sighed as he rolled onto his back, an arm suddenly being draped across his waist. Sasuke glanced to his side, afraid to move, eyes wide as he watched Naruto cuddle up to him, blond hair tickling his cheek as he nuzzled his head into Sasuke’s chest. Sasuke held his breath, frozen, warm breath puffing against his skin. He knew there was nothing he could do, so he gave in, allowing himself to drift off to sleep, curling his arm protectively around Naruto’s shoulder.

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Sasuke awoke to the feeling of being watched. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes before glancing down, instantly getting caught up in deep sea blue eyes. His arm was sore from being stuck beneath Naruto’s shoulder all night, where it still laid. “Naruto?” Sasuke asked groggily, pulling his arm back and pushing himself up, yawning as he stretched. Naruto didn’t move, confusion flashing across his face, weary and hungover. Sasuke sighed, unsure whether Naruto even knew where he was or how he got there. “Do you remember last night?” Sasuke asked.

Naruto rose up and sat on his feet, blankets pooled around his waist, Sasuke’s shirt hanging loosely around his neck. “Oh, uh... Yeah... Sorry about,” Naruto motioned to the floor, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

”Mmm, always having to clean up after your sorry ass,” Sasuke snorted, getting up to his feet. “Want anything to eat?”

Naruto’s nose wrinkled up in disgust. “Not unless you want me to puke on your bed this time,” he joked, still standoffish and uncomfortable as he sat on Sasuke’s bed, struggling to convince himself this wasn’t a dream.

”Fair enough,” Sasuke chuckled before padding out of the room.

Naruto sighed and fell back onto the pillows, his arms folding beneath his head. He never could have imagined laying in Sasuke’s bed. His scent enveloped him, masculine and strong, safe. Naruto glanced down and realized he was wearing Sasuke’s clothes, adrenaline coursing through his veins. It felt like a dream come true, everything he’d ever wanted. He was expecting to wake up and get yelled at, to swiftly get kicked out and told to get his shit together. The possibility of being offered breakfast in bed never even crossed his mind, giving him whiplash. But Naruto couldn’t complain. He couldn’t take this for granted. He knew he’d have to enjoy it while it lasted, before Sasuke came to his senses and realized what he was doing and reject him like everyone else. Naruto felt his lower lip tremble at the thought; he didn’t know how much longer he could take the loneliness. It was taking its toll, insomnia plaguing his nights, alcohol the only thing that could sing him to sleep.

”Naruto?” Sasuke’s voice made him jump. He spun around and stared up at the older man, quickly wiping his eyes as he realized they’d filled with tears. “Are you okay?” Sasuke asked before kneeling on his bed, holding out a plate of toast and juice for Naruto.

”Oh, uh, yeah... Just don’t feel so good,” Naruto mumbled, avoiding eye contact as he reached out for the juice and toast with shaky hands.

”Well if you’re gonna puke at least try to get to the garbage can this time,” Sasuke joked before taking a bite of his toast. Naruto felt dumbstruck, sipping his juice while staring at the bedspread.

”Why are you being so nice to me?” Naruto whispered, cheeks burning red.

”Seemed like you could use a miracle.”

Naruto didn’t respond; he didn’t know how to respond. He was right. Naruto felt lost. Seeking comfort with random guys at bars. Sasuke had seen that for himself the night before. Even thinking about Jiraiya made him breakdown into tears. Sasuke was never the type to kick someone when they were down, always avoiding the fatal blow.

The silence was deafening, making Naruto feel even more on edge. “Do you always eat in bed? Seems like a great way to get ants,” Naruto joked before biting into his toast, trying to break the silence.

”No; I figured this was a special occasion,” Sasuke commented cooly, finishing his breakfast quickly, taking Naruto’s plate and setting them on the bedside table. Another awkward silence.

”So, uh... I guess I’ll head out now,” Naruto started to get to his feet, “thanks again for everything.

”Oh, so soon?” Sasuke legitimately seemed disappointed, crestfallen. Naruto hesitated, still partially on the bed, staring directly into Sasuke’s eyes. It was intense; he felt so vulnerable yet so intrusive. He couldn’t ignore the look in his dark eyes - it was probably the same look he was giving Sasuke.

”Just say it,” Naruto snapped, “please.” Sasuke couldn’t find the words to say so instead he closed the space between them, grabbing Naruto’s face with both hands, pulling their lips together. Naruto quickly sat back down, a hand snaking it’s way around Sasuke’s neck, heart pounding in his chest. It was even better than he’d imagined, Sasuke was dominating but also so soft, so tender, allowing his fingertips to graze Naruto’s cheek. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine; he parted his lips and had to choke back a moan as Sasuke’s tongue slipped into his mouth, careful and exploratory at first but he quickly gained confidence, their tongues twirling together. Suddenly Sasuke pulled away and Naruto couldn’t help but whine.

”What about Shikamaru,” Sasuke’s eyes were dark, his pupils blown, already panting. Naruto frowned deeply at the mention of his name.

”That wasn’t anything... Anyone I’ve ever been with was a weak attempt at forgetting about you,” he stated breathily, looking away with embarrassment at the confession. Naruto expected Sasuke to be disgusted with him so he was taken off guard when he was suddenly pounced on. Sasuke pinned Naruto to the bed, their lips joining sloppily as Sasuke slid his thighs between Naruto’s legs. The feeling set Naruto off and he couldn’t hold back anymore; he moaned as he felt Sasuke’s erection pressing into his hip, rutting up against him as he gently nipped Sasuke’s bottom lip. Sasuke growled as he slid his tongue into Naruto’s mouth, grinding his hips down forcefully, fingers wrapped tightly around Naruto’s wrists, holding them to the mattress. Naruto felt defenseless; he couldn’t move an inch and he loved it. He’d wanted this for so long, since before Sasuke left. Years and years of desire finally coming to be a reality. Sasuke would never let him know but he’d felt the same, he was just too overwhelmed with vengeance to think clearly. Killing Orochimaru was a release; he was finally able to admit what he really wanted. What he really needed.

Sasuke sat up and flung his shirt off, partially getting to his feet so he could slide off his sweats. He dove back down on the mattress, his fingers curling around the elastic of Naruto’s pants before forcefully pulling them off. Naruto gasped at the sudden movements but complied, pulling his shirt off his shoulders. The second Naruto had his shirt off Sasuke pinned him back down, gliding between his legs, their cocks lining up perfectly. He paused for a second before starting to move, rutting into Naruto’s hips, their precome mixing together and offering lubrication. Naruto couldn’t take his limited movement anymore and gripped Sasuke’s shoulders, turning them both on their sides. He propped his knee up on Sasuke’s hip before continuing to rub against Sasuke’s length. Sasuke reached up and opened his bedside drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube. He flicked the cap open squeezed some in his hand before sliding his hand down between Naruto’s cheeks, a finger teasingly rubbing against his rim. “Ah!” Naruto gasped, his hips stuttering as he pushed back against Sasuke’s fingers, desperate for more. Sasuke smirked as he continued massaging Naruto’s opening for a moment, loving the way it made him squirm, before dipping in a fingertip. Naruto moaned against Sasuke’s lips, his hand grabbing a hold of Sasuke’s waist. Sasuke slid his finger in easily, barely any resistance, gliding in and out as he created a quick rhythm. Naruto could do nothing but pant, his cock hard and throbbing, pressed up against Sasuke’s hip.

Naruto reached down and took hold of Sasuke’s cock, pumping his length before sliding over the head, twisting his hand around it before sliding a finger over the slit. Sasuke thrust himself harder into Naruto’s grip, sliding a second finger into Naruto’s entrance, a coy smile spreading across his lips as he tantalizingly rubbed Naruto’s prostate, eliciting a yell of pleasure from the younger man. Sasuke continued to rub up against his prostate unyieldingly, sending wave after wave of pleasure across Naruto’s body, an almost overwhelming sensation. “Fuck, Sasuke,” Naruto moaned, pushing himself up off the mattress and forcing Sasuke’s hands off of him. Sasuke looked up at him with confusion in his eyes but that confusion was quickly replaced with a groan as Naruto pushed him onto his back, licking and kissing a trail from his neck down to his hips. Naruto’s lithe body slid between Sasuke’s thighs, coming to rest on his knees above Sasuke’s cock. He teasingly kissed the base, kissing and nibbling his way up to the head, a hand wrapping around the base. He flicked his tongue over his slit, smiling as Sasuke’s hands tangled into Naruto’s hair with a barely audible moan. Naruto took Sasuke into his mouth, tongue twirling against the head as he bobbed up and down, slowly taking in more and more of Sasuke’s length. One hand slid up and down Sasuke’s thigh while the other cupped his balls, gently squeezing and rubbing, working Sasuke into a frenzy. “God, how are you so good at this,” Sasuke moaned, softly pulling Naruto’s hair as he fought off the urge to rut up into Naruto’s mouth, not wanting to overwhelm him. Sasuke glanced down and saw Naruto smirk - God, how do you smirk with a dick in your mouth?! - he moaned as he pressed his head back against the mattress, slowly pressing his hips further into Naruto’s mouth.

Naruto took in Sasuke’s full length, swallowing around his cock, pausing for a moment to adjust before starting to bob his head up and down again. Sasuke groaned as his hips stuttered, fucking Naruto’s mouth as the younger man happily complied. Suddenly Sasuke felt Naruto stop moving, he glanced up to check on him and was stunned at the sight. Naruto was on his knees, his ass in the air as he fingered himself; his cheeks were flushed pink and he was panting, one hand still wrapped around Sasuke’s cock, his head resting on Sasuke’s hip as he lightly moaned and panted, pressing back into his own hand. Sasuke’s eyes widened at the sight, his cock jumping and throbbing, meeting Naruto’s deep blue gaze, his eyes filled with desire and lust. Naruto’s pupils were blown and his eyes were glassy, pink lips parted and slick with saliva, a completed lewd display as he moaned, hitting his prostate. That was all it took; Sasuke grabbed the lube and squirted some in his hand, hastily costing his length as he pushed himself up on the bed. He grabbed Naruto by the waist and spun him down against the bed, the back of his head resting in the pillows. Sasuke took his spot between Naruto’s legs, gripping the younger man’s calves as he forced him to bend his legs around his hips.

Naruto just laid there panting, pressing his ass against Sasuke’s groin, impatient for more. Sasuke chuckled, “can’t wait to feel my cock, can you?” he purred as he lined himself up, teasingly rubbing the head against Naruto’s opening. Naruto whined, pushing back on him, gasping as Sasuke gave in and started to push inside. Sasuke couldn’t help but moan as his cock sank in, balls deep in Naruto’s hot, tight opening. He paused for a moment to take in the view; Naruto’s desperate eyes, licking his lips slowly before gripping Sasuke’s face, teeth clashing together as he forced his tongue in his mouth. Sasuke was too frenzied to start slow, immediately pulling out and slamming back into Naruto, moaning deep in his throat as he felt Naruto clench around him. He plowed him hard, each thrust punctuated by Naruto’s gasps, absolutely keening as Sasuke’s abs pressed against his cock, already close to finishing. Sasuke moves downward slightly and sank his teeth into the fleshy spot in the crook of Naruto’s neck, sucking and nibbling his skin, marking him, claiming him. His. Naruto grabbed Sasuke’s hair and pulled hard, groaning as Sasuke’s tongue danced across his neck, back arching up as he wrapped a hand around his throbbing cock, working up a quick rhythm.

“F-Fuck, Sasuke, g-gonna cum,” Naruto gasped as Sasuke grazed against his prostate, a sly smirk curling over Sasuke’s lips as he pulled Naruto’s legs further up his sides, forcing his dick deeper into Naruto’s tight opening, unyieldingly hitting his prostate as he stroked him. With one final gasp Naruto came, slick white strings spurting on Sasuke’s chest as he leaned down and nuzzled into Naruto’s neck, relishing in the small sounds he was making in his ear. Sasuke buried himself deep before finally tipping over the edge, groaning as he went slack, collapsing upon Naruto’s chest. They both stayed still for a while, blissed out, overwhelmed, maybe a little afraid of what would come next.

Finally Sasuke pushed himself up on shaky arms, sauntering towards the bathroom completely nude, smirking to himself as he felt Naruto’s eyes watching his ass as he left the room. He quickly wet a washcloth and headed back towards his room, hastily cleaning himself off before kneeling on the bed next to Naruto, gently wiping him off, admiring the rivulets of water dripping down his toned abs. Naruto just laid there silently, trying to allow everything to sink in, struggling to come to terms with the major step they had just taken; he hadn’t even noticed when Sasuke started helping him get dressed, mindlessly lifting his arms to allow him to slip his shirt over his shoulders.

”Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” Sasuke murmured so quietly that it was barely audible but the words came through to Naruto loud and clear. A feeling of hope - a feeling so foreign and long forgotten - welled in his chest, his heart pounding as his eyes teared up. Sasuke sank back onto the mattress, wrapping Naruto up in his arms, pulling his face to his chest while gently caressing his cheek, allowing his eyes to slide shut as they drifted off into a comfortable afternoon nap.

#naruto fic #naruto fanfic #yaoi #naruto smut #naruto emeto #emeto #whump #hurt/comfort #sick naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki #sasuke uchiha #shikamaru nara #angst #naruto one shot #masterlist #misharuu #illumivomi #emetophilia

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glitteratti · 3 years

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arguably i think this is the best picture of madara like ever. just objectively speaking here

#.txt #naruto #madara uchiha #emeto /#ignoring canon this is just mdr going senile in a cave <3

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thatnewemetoblog · 3 years

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Just a naruto doodle~ suggested by @misharuu

#naruto #probably bad ramen #naruto uzumaki #uzumaki naruto #emeto art #emeto #sick naruto #sickie #sickie naruto

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shadow-warren-whump · 3 years

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Thwarted Wish

Kakashi yelled at his students to run. He didn't expect this turn of events.

A look into an alternate route from Zabuza's water prison.

Read on AO3!!

#whumptober2021 #altno.11 #no.18 #near death experience #cpr #naruto #fic #hatake kakashi #emeto

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emeto-no-jutsu · 4 years

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Could you do an emto fic with sasuke being sick and a parental kakashi taking care of him?

Oooooh okay, my first request....it feels kinda nerve-wracking lmfao ngl

It's not my favorite thing I have ever written??? But enjoy?? And RB if you do??????

Anyway LMFAO enjoy the fic

TW:::::: Emeto, sickness and an emotionally repressed boi under the cut:::::::::

Kakashi frowned as he arrived at his team’s usual meeting spot. Sakura was already berating Naruto this early in the morning, but what caught his attention was the fact that one of his students, who was usually the most punctual, was missing.

“Where’s sasuke?” He asked as soon as he leapt off the railing above the bridge where he’d been observing the scene. Sakura stopped her rant at once, and Kakashi could see the uneasiness etched on her face. Naruto huffed, rolling his eyes at the mention of his teammate with a pout.

“That’s what we were talking about, sensei.” The pinkette explained. “He’s usually the first one to arrive…”

“Stupid Teme probably overslept-”

“Shut up you idiot!” The girl snapped ferociously, making the blond flinch as her green eyes glared at him. “This is Sasuke-kun we’re talking about! If he’s late he must have a good enough reason!”

Kakashi sighed at their antics, but couldn’t deny that the girl had a point. He’d expect something like this from Naruto, not from Sasuke, and the fact that he didn’t warn the team of his absence beforehand was all the more concerning. “I think we should go check on him, Kakashi-sensei.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Kakashi didn’t know if her request stemmed from actual worry or if she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to go to the boy’s house for the first time, but considering how out of character this whole situation was he felt like this would be the appropriate course of action.

Naruto complained a little, promptly earning a blow to the head from Sakura, and soon they were on their way. The two kids followed Kakashi as they approached Sasuke’s neighborhood, reaching the Uchiha’s address not fifteen minutes later.

They were beginning to think Sasuke wasn’t even home at all before the door was answered after the doorbell was rang for the third time, and maybe Sakura’s concern was valid because the boy truly looked awful.

His bangs seemed to be plastered to his forehead with sweat and there was a greenish hue under his paler-than-normal complexion. His onyx eyes were bloodshot as he glared at them and Kakashi could see the shirtless boy was making an effort to not hunch over. “What?”

“Um...y-you were late for training,” Sakura stammered, ignoring the raging flush that took over her complexion at seeing her crush bare-chested.

“I’m sick?” The boy stated the obvious. “Didn’t you see the bunshin I sent?”

“In your state, I wouldn’t be surprised if it dissipated before reaching us,” Said Kakashi.

“Yeah Sasuke, you really do look like crap,” Naruto commented, earning a glare both from Sakura and Sasuke, but the latter didn't really hold any force behind it.

“Well, if that’s all then,” The boy tried to shut the door on their faces, but Kakashi pushed it open with ease, letting himself in and willingly ignoring Sasuke’s deep scowl.

“What?!”

“We need to make sure you’re okay, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura said as she and Naruto followed Kakashi inside the apartment. It was all very neat, but you would expect as such from someone like Sasuke.

“I’ll be fine,” The boy retorted tiredly, not even having enough energy to argue, which in itself was a big red flag. “Can’t you three just leave me alone for once?”

“No, we can’t,” Kakashi responded easily as he watched the boy heavily sit at his sofa, swallowing hard with a pained grimace that indicated clearly that his last statement was a lie.

“What’s wrong? Have you been throwing up?”

“That’s all I’ve been doing since I woke up,”

“Aw, Sasuke-kun…” Sakura cooed sitting beside him and rubbing his shoulder, but the boy clearly didn’t appreciate the display of affection as he flinched like a cat drenched in water.

“Look, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow,” He hissed. “I don’t want you all here,”

“Woah there Sasuke, no need to get all snarky just because of a tummy ache!” Naruto teased maliciously through a grin, making the older boy scowl.

“Just...shut up, Naruto,” Sasuke didn’t look like he could come up with a good comeback even if he wanted to. Kakashi narrowed his eyes as his face blanched slightly, a very subtle twitch in his eyebrows that would go unnoticed by lesser shinobi indicated that the boy was focusing every ounce of discipline on trying to not let his face betray how he truly felt. “You would know all about that, wouldn’t you Dobe?” He managed to shoot back through clenched teeth.

“Y’know what Teme-”

“Quit it Naruto!” Sakura roared besides sasuke, making the boy wince. “Can’t you see he isn’t feeling well?!”

“That applies to both of you,” Kakashi spoke up for the sake of his student, who seemed ready to hurl at any minute now and all that yelling they had grown used to could not be helping. “Actually, I need you two to bring some things from the store, after that you’re dismissed for today,”

“B-But Kakashi-Sensei!” Sakura stood up. “Won’t you need help taking care of him?!”

“I’m sure I can handle this myself, Sakura,” The man said, handing her the cash he had retrieved from his pocket. “Get some stomach relaxers, probably something for fever too...Oh, make sure to get him something to drink with electrolytes in it, got it?”

Sakura clearly disappointed at being ushered out the door by Kakashi and even Naruto seemed like he’d rather stay, but they were known for disrupting the peace, and that was clearly not what the raven haired boy needed at the moment.

Sure enough, Kakashi had barely closed the door when the kid shot up on rather wobbly legs and quickly made a beeline to the bathroom. Kakashi grimaced when he heard the loud retch that echoed through the house and followed the boy.

Sasuke groaned when the man kneeled down to his level and started rubbing his back, but didn’t fight it. Kakashi made sure to keep his long bangs out of the danger zone as Sasuke retched mouthfuls of murky vomit in waves. It was clear that he didn’t have much left in him to puke up, but his body seemed to not get that memo quite yet.

After about ten minutes he inhaled sharply, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, slumping slightly against Kakashi. “You’re done?”

“Dunno,” His voice sounded rather slurred, which was uncharacteristic, and closed his eyes. His arms snaked around his middle tightly and Kakashi sighed, not letting go of his shoulders.

“We should probably get you in bed,” Sasuke nodded after a moment of hesitance. He flushed the toilet and stood up on his own, insisting he didn’t need help and Kakashi didn’t try to argue in order to not upset the already sick boy, but he did stay close behind.

Soon he was situated on his bed. “You can leave now,” He said to his sensei, trying to sound sharp but only emphasizing how shaky he sounded. “I can take care of myself.”

“Hmm, can you?” Kakashi humored the boy. “Have you taken your temperature yet? Or tried to keep yourself hydrated at all?” His already flushed cheeks darkened and he avoided his eyes which said no as clearly as if he had said it out loud. “Do you even own a thermometer?”

“Obviously,” He replied caustically and Kakashi ignored his tone as he went on to search for said thermometer. Thankfully, with Sasuke being as organized as he was it didn’t take too long for him to find it inside the first aid’s kid under the bathroom sink.

he walked back into the room not five minutes later with the emptied trash can from the bathroom and thermometer in hand. Sasuke already seemed on the verge of drifting off to sleep, and Kakashi almost felt bad for having to rouse him up again. “I need to take your temperature, open up.”

“Tch,” Sasuke unceremoniously grabbed the contraption from his sensei’s hands and stuck it under his own tongue. Kakashi just rolled his eyes, that kid was too proud for his own good.

“Well okay then,” Said him with an exasperated sigh. “Keep that in for three minutes.”

“I know,”

“Of course you do.”

The boy pouted, and Kakashi allowed himself to crack an amused grin under the mask. Even mature and stoic, first in his class, prodigy Sasuke Uchiha was still, at the end of the day, only just a kid. Kahashi saw himself so much in that boy that it was almost painful, but he chose not to dwell on that at that moment.

The thermometer finally beeped, and Kakashi was slightly relieved when Sasuke handed it to him. Sure, he had a fever, but it was far more manageable than the man first thought. His drowsy voice must have been a product of exhaustion and exertion. “You’re gonna be fine,”

“I keep telling you-”

“You still have a fever,” Kakashi interrupted pointedly. “I’m just glad I don’t have to drag you to the hospital because of it,” Sasuke rolled his eyes, burying himself under the sheets. and turning on its side. “Alright, I’ll let you sleep. The other two should be back with your medicine soon though,”

Sasuke let out one of his usual noncommittal grunt and Kakashi offered a concealed wry smile, ruffling his hair like he usually did and closing the door behind him.

When he got to the living room he noticed a small brown paper bag at the coffee table with a little note attached to it. He didn’t know if he should feel ashamed for not even noticing his students’ presence while he was busy with Sasuke or if he ought to commend Sakura and Naruto for their stealth.

He considered giving Sasuke his medication right away, but decided against it. He seemed fine for now and the kid had just gotten to sleep.

“What are you still doing here?”

He would be okay, Kakashi would make sure of that.

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Kakashi looked up from his book with raised eyebrows to the young uchiha frowning at him from the hallway,though the fact that he was wrapped around a rather fluffy comforter didn’t make him nearly as intimidating . “Making sure my student doesn’t keel over,” Sasuke huffed. “I’m a good sensei,” The look on his face indicated that he was itching to disagree, but instead he just rubbed his eyes, blinking tiredly as he watched night set in through the window.

“What time is it?”

“About six,”

“Six?” He narrowed his eyes, confusion clouding his features and Kakashi had a feeling he seemed more out of it than before he went to sleep. “But it was morning…?”

“Yup. And then noon, then afternoon. Now it’s evening,”

“I slept a lot…” The boy mumbled, not picking up the irony. He looked far younger suddenly, with his flushed cheeks and still rubbing his sleep out of his eyes, the comforter making him seem smaller than he really was.

“Well, you needed it,” Kakashi didn’t miss the way he swayed slightly as he walked up to sit besides him, crashing down on the sofa with a heavy huff. “How do you feel?”

He blinked, considering himself for a moment before responding. “I’m slightly...dizzy,”

“You’re dehydrated,” Kakashi said, pressing his palm against the boy’s forehead and ignoring the groan of protest. “And your fever seems to have gone up. How’s your stomach?”

“Not good,” Kakashi nodded, heading towards the kitchen where he’d already set the tablets and the electrolyte-enhanced water, now regretting not administering it to the kid earlier. He walked back to the room, deciding it’d be better if he brought along a deep mixing bowl too just in case.

“Here,” Sasuke wordlessly took the supplies from his hand and uncapped the water bottle, quickly gulping at least half of it before Kakashi had a chance to stop him. “Oi, not too fast! You’re gonna make yourself sick,” Kakashi took the bottle out of his hands quickly, shaking his head.

“But I’m thirsty,”

“Yeah, I can see that!” Kakashi watched the way his body reacted to the sudden influx of fluid warily, but when everything seemed to stay put he handed the bottle back to him. “Slow sips, and take the meds.”

Sasuke mumbled something under his breath that sounded awfully like a jab at his sensei but it went ignored as Kakashi walked back to the kitchen and returned with a steaming bowl and a pair of chopsticks each with an unnerving expression that indicated he was smiling behind the mask.

Sasuke groaned, tossing back the medicine and pailing as the smell of food reached his nose. “What is that?”

“Broth and noodles,”kakashi answered with those same smiling eyes that made sasuke want to hide under his comforter.

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sasuke drew a deep breath as his sensei set the offending bowl at the table in front of him. “Please don’t ask me to eat that.”

“I’m not asking, Sasuke.” He said firmly, making the boy wince in aversion. “You need to at least try to eat something,”

“It even won’t stay down…” His voice sounded almost whiny, a quality Kakashi would never attribute to the Uchiha. The man let out a breath, feeling sympathetic towards his student.

“Well, it’s better to have something on your stomach too, y’know, bring up.” He assured, ruffling his hair before pushing the bowl to his hands. “C’mon, you don’t have to eat everything right now,”

Sasuke sighed heavily, closing his eyes as though he was having a very serious internal debate before shrugging, taking the bowl from Kakashi’s hand and taking a tentative sip from the broth.

He was rather pleasantly surprised. The taste wasn’t strong, which he was thankful for, but also not revoltingly bland, the noodles were just the right texture and even in his state he could appreciate good food, and couldn’t help but wonder- “Did you make this?”

Kakashi, who was back to reading his debauched book by that point, smirked at him. Or rather, Sasuke assumed he did. “What’s with the tone of surprise?”

“It’s…” He could feel the broth warm him from inside out, and even though there was still an uncomfortable tightness assaulting his stomach it seemed settled for the moment. “It’s really good.”

“Thanks,” Kakashi ruffled his hair annoyingly. He did this so often Sasuke didn’t even mind anymore. “It’s made with love,”

“Shut up,” He mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up more than they already were and Kakashi let out an airy laugh through his mask, but soon they fell into a comfortable silence.

The soup really was good, but something that Sasuke couldn’t quite put into words made it slightly better. it wasn’t a matter of taste but a feeling deep inside him that he associated with it.

And then he remembered a very similar dish Mikoto prepared for him every time he felt even slightly under the weather and felt his heart clench.

It seemed like as soon as he realized the memories weighed his mind like a brick. He used to fall ill rather often as a child, and every time without fail he would be coddled and pampered by his mother.

And of course, Itachi.

It was almost set in stone. He’d so much as start sniffling and the house would be filled with those same smells, she’d tuck him in, Itachi would let him sleep with him more often than not. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d been this sick since-

He dropped his chopsticks as his hands slacked. Suddenly, his ears were ringing as he felt his throat swell up and his mouth water. He couldn’t even hear what Kakashi had said before his head was forced downwards and the bowl of soup was replaced by a plastic mixing bowl just in time for him to let out a wet burp that carried with it a good portion of his undigested meal.

His stomach which had been pleasantly stable for the better part of the last hour felt like it was about to be torn apart as his once pleasant meal rushed out of him violently, barely allowing him any time to breath.

Kakashi had pinned his hair back at one point and was rubbing soothing circles around his back, but he wished he didn’t, as it reminded him too much of a simpler past. Sasuke had grown used to dealing with things such as this on his own, and having someone be so nurturing for the first time in years was almost triggering to him.

His abdomen contracted roughly against his will and he spewed violently once again. His throat felt raw, his sinus was burning with the bits and pieces that got stuck there during the whole ordeal and his stomach felt so sore that he couldn’t suppress the pathetic whine that left him when he was done.

“Kami-sama…” Kakashi muttered under his breath. “You shouldn’t have forced yourself,” Kakashi didn’t understand what had triggered this sudden and severe bout of sickness, but he preferred it that way. He didn’t even truly know himself. “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” Sasuke forced through gritted teeth, but this statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. He was shaking, he could barely breathe without his airways burning, his body pulsated with the strain and his mind was clouded with fever and memories he’d do anything to forget.

He pushed the filthy bowl Kakashi was still holding under his chin aside and supported his head on his hands, groaning pitifully as Kakashi decided to run a hand through his hair. Why was he doing that? Sasuke wanted to scream when he felt a knot form on his throat and his eyes sting.

He was not going to cry. Not in front of his fucking sensei. He wasn’t a child, so why the hell was Kakashi still trying to comfort him like he was?

Kakashi pulled Sasuke into an embrace before the boy could really realize what was happening, a hand protectively holding his head while the other patted him on the back. “You’re gonna be okay,” He said, his voice taking a tone Sasuke had never heard before. He tried to pull away because he smelled of vomit and sweat and this was weird, but Kakashi’s iron grip wouldn’t let him. “You are not alone anymore.”

And maybe it was the fever messing with his mind, maybe he was simply too sick to do anything about it, but there were tears running down his face before the man had said those words. A sob escaped his chest, then another, and Kakashi refused to let him go.

Not being alone was such a foreign concept to him that it was intimidating. How could he allow people to see beyond the mask he had crafted for himself to cope. How could he allow his sensei, one of the most notorious shinobis of his era see him in his most weak, pathetic state?

But when was the last time he was held like this? That he was assured everything would be okay?

When was the last time he was actually cared for?

And it felt good. It felt so good that he soon found himself reciprocating Kakashi’s embrace and burying his face in his chest. If the man was bothered that he was smearing tears, snot and more than likely vomit all over his flak jacket, he didn’t show it.

Sasuke sobbed himself hoarse that night, four years of bottled up emotions and traumas seemingly exploding out of him at once, and Kakashi never left his side. Later on neither shinobi would ever speak about the events of that evening ever again.

Undoubtedly though, something shifted in their relationship after that. Sasuke thought that he’d lost everyone he would even know as family on that godforsaken day, but family had a way to creep up on you unexpectedly, whether you liked it or not.

Sasuke started appreciating his teacher a lot more than he ever thought possible.

#no i'm not even gonna correct the typos shut up #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #naruto #naruto one-shot #sickfic #emeto #naruto sickfic #poor boy just wants to be held dangit #can y'all tell that i kinda gave up at the end there #bc i totally did

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rituwal · 6 years

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the akatsuki react to watching family guy with you

Itachi: tch. i knew you wouldnt like watching this anime with me....only intellectuals can understand the complex and deep philosophy of peter griffin and his family/friends.... fucking baka...

Kisame: **pukes an entire ocean up**

Sasori: im bored lets fuck...dont keep me waiting ;)

Deidara: HJAJHJKJVGJJHJKFGBKHJFKJAKJKHSJJJBGK 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂

Tobi: **has a fucking seizure and dabs so hard that his muscles flex sexily**

Zetsu: family guys sucks-! **gets beat up by an alpha**

Hidan: **slits your throat** This blows lmao. im going to go snort some cocaine off deidaras ass

Kakuzu: **sings along to the theme song and gets embarrassed* [Y/N]-sama...you werent supposed to see that.... **removes his tapeworm and gives it as an offering to you**

Pain: this show is so funny!!! :) im going to go strangle a 17 year old!! **choke slams naruto into the pavement**

Konan: fuck it im just die brah...i do not wish 2 live in this hellish world.... Tobi choke me

#marie.txt #long post #naruto #emeto #i hate this post but anon suggested it

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dudadragneel · 1 year

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Omg thank you for sharing so much about you, I’m so happy SKZ found you when you needed them most. I feel like it was like that for me too. We have the exact same bias line too😭 I’m dancerracha + Chan biased. Also you’re bilingual? That’s SO cool ahhh me too. Now you may have answered this before idk I just got here but how did you know you were into emeto? For me I feel like I always knew in the back of my mind that it made me feel some typa way but discovering your blog has been an awakening because it’s like a combo of my two fav things LIKE. To put it plainly SKZ and vomit. LMAO.

- 🦄

Hello again, dear 🦄!

I'm happy to share a little about me with you guys as well, I feel really at ease and happy here 😁

I cant pinpoint when I discovered that I liked emeto, but I do remember a few moments when I was younger.

Just another tidbit about me, I'm not emetophobic but I dont like throwing up 😅. I like seeing it, reading and writing about it but I hate it when it happens to me. But then again, I use what I went/go through to write these sickfics as realistic as possible.

Back to the topic, when I was younger, there was this show called American Dragon: Jake Long? And in one of the episodes, if I'm not wrong, they went to an amusement park, and after the roller coaster or something, he threw up in one of those garbage cans. And I remember that gave me butterflies on my stomach!

Also there's a scene in Naruto, where Sasuke throws up as well.

But only after I grew older that I actually found out that I liked it and that there was a whooooole comunity behind it 😁

So yeah, whenever there is a vomit scene that I was not expecting I get these butterflies that are just 🤌🤌🤌

💜

#emeto #sickfic #whump

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pokemonispain · 2 years

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:O I've been following your sickfics on ao3, I never thought I'd find you on Tumblr! You're the only writer I've found so far that specialises in the kind of emeto I like, and the only writer that has written copious amounts of sickfics that I regularly revisit. May I ask if you have any ao3 recommendations for genshin sickfics? Yours are some of the best I've found myself.

Sooo, funny story I started writing emeto content for Genshin because I couldn’t find any. And it was my first attempt at writing kink fan fiction despite nearly having this kink for 21+ years and being a writer for just as long. I would find sickfic yes but most of the time the emeto section would be very brief or not there at all, and emeto is my biggest kink next to whump. As you can tell by the way I write I like my emeto content very viscera and descriptive I guess are the words😂

I was actually kinda was afraid to write it because I’ve written like 2-3 fanfics before this and never kink stuff, I actually had to get to the point where my thirst for emeto content for Genshin outweighed my fear. I was okay fuck it, I can write and I know what I like about this kink. I’ll put the current chapter I’m writing for my book on hold for now and put all my attention into writing these three scenarios that have been bouncing around in my head since like 1.0-1.1 of Genshin, if people don’t like them it’s fine I’m thirsty and I just need to get these scenarios out of my head so I think straight😂

So yeah turns out writing emeto and horror translate pretty well into each other 😂

I do occasionally find sickfics/emeto/whump for Genshin that I bookmark on Ao3 because I really love them and I try my best to bookmark all the ones I find that I really love.

As for recommendations there is my best friend Jyoshamatsu on Ao3 and @imill on here who I dragged into Genshin hell using Childe and Zhongli as bait, my dude is now the biggest Scaramouche simp right next to me😂 we talk everyday on discord they’re an amazing person and I really, really love their fics I highly recommend them they do Genshin emeto art as well. We are currently kind of doing a collaboration for the hotel fic with Childe and Scaramouche, I’m just waiting for them to post the chapter two so I can scream about it’s amazingness to everyone😂

The second person I recommend is also a friend of mine and just like Jyoshamatsu they often give me prompts not just for Genshin but also for other fandoms I’m in sometimes such as Persona 5, Naruto. They are a fellow Childe simp 😂And on tumblr they’re @thatnewemetoblog and on Ao3 they’re Deabakibnida give them a look and send them some love, they’re a bit busy at the moment irl, but their content is really good and they also do artwork from time to time as well.

The third person I can recommend for Genshin emeto fics/content that I enjoy would be danafeelingdown on Ao3 also known as @how-are-we-feeling-today on tumblr, their fics are amazing and hit the sweet spot for me just like Jyoshamatsu’s work. I highly recommend them😂

The last two people I’m recommending I admittedly don’t know too well but I have read the content they’ve written and liked it a lot, and that would be @genshiew and @spiral-abuse please show them some love as well.

Thank you so, so much for your support and your kind words. I’m very glad everyone enjoys my fics, I always thought that my writing style was a bit strange so I’m just grateful that so many people actually like my work. Once again thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️

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All You Had To Do Was Ask ; Part Four/Four (END)

part one. part two. part three.

Fandom: Naruto Shippuden (you only need basic knowledge of the fandom to enjoy this story; only the subplot mentions the canon!)

Pairing: Jiraiya x Naruto

Warnings/Tags: NSFW ; yaoi, previous suicide attempt, graphic self harm, sickfic, whump, emeto, alcohol poisoning, mental illness, hallucinations, insomnia, homophobic slurs by a villain (in italicized portion, bolded dialogue).

Summary: After Naruto’s suicide attempt Jiraiya is trying to keep him together. The Nine Tails’ seal is back intact, leaving it unable to torment Naruto anymore, but he’s still struggling with the aftermath; PTSD, nightmares, and flashbacks. This time Jiraiya is here to put back all the pieces, here to hold him through the night.

Word Count: 7,591

A/N: so jiraiya has saved naruto’s life and sealed the fox away, but there is still residual damage. naruto is plagued with flashbacks and nightmares and is struggling to cope. but don’t worry, jiraiya to the rescue!feedback is loved ^^

AO3. FF.

PART FOUR: COMFORT

A few hours had passed since Jiraiya returned to the onsen and found Naruto nearly bled dry in the bathtub. Jiraiya felt like his body was made of stone; so exhausted from his overuse of chakra trying to save Naruto’s life and stiff from falling asleep on the floor that he was surprised he could even move. As soon as he was fully awake he pulled himself to his feet and checked on Naruto. His skin was still much too pale and covered with a sickly sweat but he was warm again. Jiraiya let out a sigh of relief, heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower, still covered in Naruto’s blood. He tried to make it as fast as possible, barely even allowing himself to enjoy the hot water loosening his stiff muscles. He hopped out of the shower as soon as he turned off the water, quickly towel drying his hair, wrapping the towel around his hips and hastily heading back into the living room. He wanted to make sure he’d be there the second Naruto woke up.

Jiraiya threw his clothes on and stood over Naruto on the couch. He reached out a hand and let it linger over Naruto’s forehead; he was a bit too warm but nothing to worry about. The blood loss and inevitable alcohol poisoning was another story. That wasn’t such an easy fix without an extremely experienced medical ninja around. Jiraiya frowned as he raked his brain for some sort of way to help Naruto heal; there must be something he could do to help. He knew that he’d need to push as much fluids on Naruto as possible to restore the volume of his blood. The boy also needed food, but he knew it would probably be a while before he felt like he could eat again. Jiraiya made a clone of himself to go to the store to get some juice and food while he stayed by Naruto’s bedside, patiently waiting for him to wake up. The clone set out quickly, not wasting any time. Jiraiya sighed as he pulled up the desk chair to Naruto’s side, just staring at the boy as he waited for him to stir. “Take your time, I’ll be here.”

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Jiraiya patiently sat by the couch, starting to get antsy. Just as he was starting to panic and about to send notice to Tsunade Naruto groaned, shifting just a bit below the covers. Jiraiya instantly leaned over and placed a hand on Naruto’s forehead. “You with me, kid?” he asked anxiously, frowning at how pale Naruto was. Naruto was too weak to open his eyes and sounds were slowly coming back to him, echoed and distorted, sounding like he was underwater. He groaned again as his stomach flip flopped, his arm subconsciously wrapping around his abdomen. He felt a hand on his face, gently touching his cheek, feeling for a fever. Naruto wanted to reach out for the hand but he could barely move, his limbs felt like they were weighed down, much too heavy for him to control. He was so dizzy and lightheaded that he was surprised he didn’t pass out, feeling like the room was spinning underneath him. Naruto whimpered sickly as he was finally able to blink his eyes open, assaulted with lights and colors, everything shifting and multiplying. “Naruto? Stay with me, I’m here,” Jiraiya whispered, pressing a hand down on the younger man’s forehead.

”Sssss-sen-sensei?” Naruto struggled to choke out, too dizzy and unsteady to even see Jiraiya’s face clearly, only able to make out a silver blob. “Dddd-don’ f-feel s’good,” Naruto drunkenly slurred, voice so unsteady and quivering that he was surprised he could even form a sentence.

”I’m here, don’t worry, I’ve gotcha,” Jiraiya promised, gripping the younger man’s upper arm. Naruto whined at the heavy sick feeling in the pit of his stomach, trying as hard as he could to focus his vision so he could see clearly but he failed, left feeling like he was on a boat in the middle of a storm, rocking and tipping uncontrollably, nowhere near stable land. His head was pounding, a severe, sharp pain that doubled whenever he moved even an inch, snaking it’s way down his neck. He furrowed his eyebrows and hissed as his stomach spasmed, rebelling as the room spun. Naruto felt tears welling in his eyes as he suffered through the pain, still hazy on the events of the previous night, unsure why he felt so sick. “Don’t worry, kiddo, it’ll be alright... I’m here, I’m not letting go...” Jiraiya placed his hand on top of Naruto’s. Naruto quickly moved his hand so that his fingers were laced between Jiraiya’s, finally feeling like he had something steady to grip on to, an anchor in this wild storm. He whimpered as an overwhelming nausea started to overcome him, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck, saliva pooling in his mouth. Jiraiya saw the boy start to turn green around the edges and quickly slid his arm under his neck, his other hand on his side as he pulled Naruto into a sitting position, trying to make sure he wouldn’t choke if he got sick. The sudden motion made Naruto’s already spinning vision tilt out of control, he groaned and gripped onto the couch, desperate for some amount of stability. He felt all of the blood drain from his head, becoming so light headed he felt like he was going to pass out. He felt the couch dip below him as Jiraiya sat on the cushion beside him, trying to keep Naruto upright as his head lolled back, too dizzy to keep himself up.

‘He has alcohol poisoning from downing that whole bottle. If he doesn’t puke it up before his body metabolizes it all this situation could become fatal,’ Jiraiya frowned as he reached for the garbage can on the floor. Jiraiya waited a moment to see if Naruto’s body would expel the alcohol on its own, but he was too weak, allowing his head to fall onto Jiraiya’s shoulder, heavy eyelids threatening to slide shut. “Shit,” Jiraiya cursed to himself as he got up off the couch and headed to the kitchen; this wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to handle alcohol poisoning and thankfully he knew what to do. He got Naruto a glass of cold water and grabbed the carton of juice from the fridge. This would work better if he could force some crackers or bread into Naruto’s stomach but he knew the kid wouldn’t be able to handle that right now, the blood loss making the situation even harder to deal with. He grabbed a washcloth and wet it with cold water, knowing that the cool water comforted Naruto when he was sick. Jiraiya held the glass of water in his hand as he placed the juice on the table, wiping the sweat off Naruto’s face with the washcloth. “Alright, kid, you’re not gonna like this,” he murmured softly as he held the water to Naruto’s lips, relieved when he started taking small sips. “Good, that’s it, drink it all,” he coached as Naruto struggled to drink the whole glass, rivulets of water snaking down to his chin, clearly having a hard time getting it all down but wanting to follow Jiraiya’s orders.

Jiraiya placed the empty glass down on the ground and picked up the garbage can, holding it in Naruto’s lap as the boy feebly tried to grip it. “I’m so sorry, kid, this is gonna suck,” he gently pushed Naruto’s hair off his forehead as he placed his hand on the younger man’s cheek, forcing his lips to part. Jiraiya winced as he shoved two fingers into Naruto’s mouth, pulling his hand away as soon as he felt his fingertips graze the back of his throat. Naruto’s eyes shot open as his gag reflex was forcefully activated, bending forward as his stomach clenched, violently burping up a wave of alcohol and water. Jiraiya rubbed Naruto’s back, placing the washcloth over the back of his neck, trying to soothe the boy as he held the can for him under his chin. Naruto whimpered as he got sick, dry heaving as his body tried to purge the sake from his system. “That’s it, get it all up,” Jiraiya soothed, grimacing as Naruto struggled to empty his stomach. He started to shake as he cramped up again, coughing harshly as he burped up more alcohol and bile. He had a few moments to pant and sniffle before starting to gag, coughing up the last dribble of liquid in his stomach. He lifted a shaky hand and wiped his tears on his sleeve, still feeling weak and useless but his senses felt sharper, more alert. Jiraiya placed the can on the ground, wincing at the fullness of it, audibly sloshing. Naruto sat frozen for a moment as memories of the previous night started to slip back in through the cracks. He slowly looked down at his arms, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in the smooth, unmarked skin. Naruto felt Jiraiya pulling the blanket up around his shoulders, realizing that he was being overcome with uncontrollable shakes, his teeth chattering.

Jiraiya took Naruto into his arms as the tears started, trying to steady his shivering frame. He cried pitifully, confused and angry that he was still alive, forcefully being dragged back to sobriety. “W-w-why?” Naruto slurred, his voice full of pain, “w-why didn’ you l-let me die?” Jiraiya had to hold his breath to stop himself from snapping, biting his tongue.

Jiraiya let out a shaky breath, “why did you do that? What were you thinking?” Jiraiya pried sadly, forcing Naruto to look him in his eyes. All he saw behind the boy’s tears was pain and confusion and it broke his heart, pulling the boy to his chest. The question snapped Naruto in two as he devolved into a fit of gasping sobs, afraid and hurt. “Naruto, what happened? Why did you think you had to do that?” he pressed him, pulling Naruto fully into his lap. Naruto threw his arms around Jiraiya’s neck, clinging on to him tightly.

”I-I-I didn’ know www-what else to do!” he wailed, burying his tear stained face into Jiraiya’s neck. “H-he was gonna t-take over and-a-and-and...” Naruto struggled to get the words out, clenching his teeth, “hhh-h-he was g-gonna kill you... h-he made me k-kill you... I-I-I sss-s-snapped your n-neck and -,” he shook his head desperately, trying to force away the memories, remembering the feeling of Jiraiya’s broken neck hanging off his shoulders as he held his corpse. “I-I couldn’t take it anymore... h-h-he was gonna b-break the seal... I h-had to ssss-s-stop him,” Naruto squeezed his eyes shut.

”Shh, it’s okay now. It’s over. The seal was weakened but I was able to fix it. I won’t let anything like that happen to you again. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into Naruto’s ear, holding him tightly as he cried. There wasn’t much he could say or do to make the situation easier for him to deal with so he decided to stay silent. Jiraiya pet Naruto’s hair and wiped away his tears as they fell, offering him soft encouragements. He just sounded so hurt; so broken and desperate that Jiraiya found himself tearing up. He rocked Naruto in his arms until he started to calm down, brushing his hands through his hair, holding him tenderly.

”Why do you stay... Why do you care about me? I-I don’t deserve it... I’m broken, useless... Just shattered pieces,” Naruto muttered with his face pressed against Jiraiya’s neck, voice muffled by his shoulder. Jiraiya shook his head sadly.

”You’re hurting and I’m not leaving until I put back all the pieces,” he promised gently, shifting Naruto’s weight in his lap so he could lay him back down on the couch. “Here, kid. I got you some juice. Pineapple, your favorite. You need to drink as much as you can... To make up for the blood loss,” he grabbed the carton and unscrewed the cap, handed it to Naruto, not even bothering with a cup. The younger man just nodded as he took a few sips, wincing as it filled his aching stomach. “Don’t rush; take your time. We don’t need you getting sick again.” Naruto still felt incredibly weak and dizzy, his head pounding loudly in his ears. Jiraiya tucked him back in and reclaimed his seat next to the couch, hoping to allow Naruto to rest.

”S-sensei?” Naruto squeaked.

Jiraiya glanced at him, concerned that something was wrong, but his lips turned up into a smile as he saw Naruto lifting his blanket, wanting him to lay next to him on the couch. “I don’t think we’ll both fit, kid, I’m a bit bigger than you,” Jiraiya chuckled as he watched Naruto’s crestfallen face. “C’mon,” he murmured, wrapping the blanket tighter around Naruto’s shoulders before carefully lifting him up into his arms. Naruto wrapped his arms around Jiraiya’s neck as he carried him into the bedroom and laid Naruto onto his mattress with great care, trying not to shake him up too much. Jiraiya used his feet to push his own mattress across the floor until the two were touching. He laid down with a deep sigh, pulling his blanket on top of Naruto to make sure he was warm enough, his body still lightly shaking. “T-thanks,” Naruto stuttered, curling up into his pillow, trying to ignore the pain in his head and stomach. He squeezed his eyes tight as the pain in his head ratcheted up a few notches, bile rising up the back of his throat. He tried to breathe through the pain but was having a hard time doing so, rolling onto his side away from Jiraiya, trying to choke down a groan but failing.

”You okay, kid?” Jiraiya asked, allowing his fingers to gently rest on the side of Naruto’s neck, feeling his pulse racing. Jiraiya pulled him close to his chest, his fingers grazing the boy’s temple before gently pressing down, massaging the pain away. He sighed with relief but was quickly interrupted by the ominous churning in his stomach, a whimper escaping his lips. He pulled his knees tight to his chest, breath coming out in quick pained gasps. “Do you want me to do the thing?” Jiraiya asked sleepily, already moving his hand down towards Naruto’s stomach as he nodded. Jiraiya rubbed his stomach in soft light circles, smiling slightly as he felt Naruto relax under his fingertips. “Doesn’t this feel familiar?” Jiraiya whispered and Naruto felt his face flush. They laid that way for a while, neither quite able to sleep, so much left unsaid. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I couldn’t bear to lose you,” Jiraiya said softly, nuzzling his face into Naruto’s hair.

”Why?” Naruto asked, heart fluttering in his chest.

”I just... can’t stand to be away from you. You’ve got this hold of me that I can’t explain. I’m sorry for being such an idiot, I don’t regret anything that’s happened between us and I never will. I’m so sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you. It will never happen again. I’m going to take care of you from now on. I will make it up to you, every second that I’m with you I just want to see you smile,” Jiraiya vowed in a hushed voice, wishing he could live in this moment forever. Naruto turned onto his back and then rolled onto his side, facing Jiraiya, staring up at him sadly. Jiraiya let his hand linger over Naruto’s cheek, soft skin below his fingertips. Naruto couldn’t find the words to respond, afraid that if he tried to speak he’d just wind up crying, so instead he craned his neck and reached for Jiraiya’s cheek, kissing his lips so softly that it felt like he wasn’t even there.

Jiraiya let his hand wander in Naruto’s hair, gripping his side as he kissed him harder. Naruto pulled away and let out a shaky sigh as he felt his head spin. He laid his head on Jiraiya’s chest, listening to the steady sound of his breaths as they drifted to sleep in each others arms.

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The next few days passed uneventfully. Naruto slowly but surely recovered from his physical injuries but Jiraiya couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he still wasn’t 100%. Every now and then he’d catch Naruto wincing, a pained expression on his face. He’d ask what was wrong but Naruto would laugh it off, coming up with lame excuses. “Just a headache,” he’d say. He woke up in a pool of sweat every night, screaming himself awake. It would take hours for Jiraiya to calm him enough to get him back to sleep, and it was getting to the point that he could tell Naruto was afraid to go to sleep, afraid to face whatever lurked in his head, confronting him in his dreams.

He still struggled to eat but Jiraiya was able to put a few pounds on him, trying to help him regain his strength. For now training was on hold. Naruto wasn’t happy about that and voiced his complaints often, but Jiraiya didn’t want to push him again; he couldn’t handle the thought of breaking him. Naruto spent a long time in the bathroom when he’d shower and Jiraiya couldn’t ignore the bruises on his knuckles and the little crescent moon shaped cuts on his palms. Every night Jiraiya would offer to heal him, but Naruto wouldn’t allow him, ashamedly avoiding eye contact. It was getting to the point that Jiraiya couldn’t keep up the act; he needed to put a stop to this once and for all.

The Fox’s seal was back in place so Jiraiya knew that couldn’t be the issue. The trauma went deeper than that, something old and scarred over was opening up again, drawing fresh blood.

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Naruto found himself laying in the middle of a sun baked field, wildflowers tickling his cheeks as a warm wind ruffled his hair. He sighed lazily as he folded his arms underneath his head, turning his gaze to the side to beam at Jiraiya. Jiraiya chuckled and reached over to touch Naruto’s whiskered cheek, gazing at him so tenderly that it made Naruto’s heart flutter. He reached up and placed his hand over Jiraiya’s, pure bliss. They sat silently, enjoying the sun on their skin, a sweet scent on the air. Naruto turned over onto his stomach, propping his head up in his hands, elbows resting on the ground. He stared up at Jiraiya’s face thoughtfully before speaking carefully, “will it still be like this once my training’s over? After we try to bring Sasuke back... when we’re back at the village?”

”After we bring Sasuke back, you mean, not after we try,” he corrected with a light smile. “No matter where we are it will always be like this. As long as I’m with you... that’s all that matters.” Naruto blushed and grinned, flopping onto his back with his head in Jiraiya’s lap. He reached his fingers to Jiraiya’s lips, tracing them with a gentle touch before wrapping his arm around Jiraiya’s neck for leverage. He pulled himself up and kneeled next to Jiraiya, forcefully planting a kiss on his lips. Naruto parted his lips and took in Jiraiya’s taste, sliding into the older man’s lap, grinding their hips together. Jiraiya broke their kiss with a chuckle, “you’re gonna be the death of me, kid,” he said full of adoration. Naruto jumped back into the kiss with an aggressive growl, nipping his bottom lip. Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s hips, forcefully grinding him down on his hard cock. Naruto moaned as he dry humped Jiraiya, using his feet for leverage. His head fell into the crook of Jiraiya’s neck and the older man took advantage of the position, the tip of his tongue dancing across Naruto’s neck before he sucked down on his skin. “Ah!” Naruto gasped at the sensation, his cock throbbing uncomfortably in his pants as he rubbed against Jiraiya’s erection, desperately seeking friction. He felt Jiraiya’s warm breath on his skin, loving the way it felt when he marked him; claimed him as his.

Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s hips with both hands, grinding upwards as Naruto’s movements became frantic. “A-ah, fuck,” the blond gasped as he felt the familiar coiling in his stomach, “s-so fucking close.”

Jiraiya smirked, “gonna cum just from rubbing against me? So easy,” he teased, reaching his hand down between Naruto’s legs, stroking his length agonizingly slow through the fabric.

”F-fuck, don’t stop,” Naruto demanded, thrusting erratically in Jiraiya’s grasp. “G-gonna cum,” he panted, nuzzling into Jiraiya’s neck. As soon as he felt his release mounting he felt the air around him growing cold. He snapped his head up and froze as he realized the field they were in was slowly morphing; the grass gave way to shallow, warm water. The sky turned dark, sucking in the light like a void. Naruto grabbed onto Jiraiya frightfully, and as soon as he was starting to feel safe again Jiraiya disappeared in the blink of an eye. Naruto crashed into the water on his knees as he lost the purchase of Jiraiya’s lap, staring around in shock. He got to his feet and looked around, instantly recognizing where he was.

’You stupid boy. I knew you’d fail, and now all you’ve done is piss me off,’ the Fox’s ominous voice growled, sending shockwaves through the water. ”N-no, Jiraiya-sensei sealed you away. You aren’t real,” Naruto snarled angrily, his hands balling into fists. He glared into the darkness as the Fox’s laughter floated to his ears. ‘I see, now that you’re his butt buddy you think he’ll protect you?’ the Fox mocked, ‘where was he when you carved up your arms? Was he protecting you then?’ Naruto felt tears in his eyes, his lower lip quivering as he tried to fight them away. “Shut up. Just fucking leave me alone,” Naruto begged, indignantly sinking to his knees in the warm water. ‘Suddenly so protective of him now that you’re his favorite little faggot. What’s gonna happen when he trades up? You think he wants to deal with your baggage? He just wants something warm to bury his dick into.’ Naruto shook his head violently, pressing his hands over his ears, “SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU’RE WRONG!”

The Fox laughed hysterically at this, crimson eyes flashing through the all consuming darkness. ‘Don’t forget what I told you. I’ll still have you; I’ll still make you mine. I’m still going to snap his neck and make you watch. Make you drink his blood through a straw.’ Naruto felt sick as he tried with all his might to ignore the Fox’s words, struggling for air as he panicked. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain searing across his wrists, gasping as he held his arms out in front of him. He saw the Fox’s clawed hands gripping his wrists, cutting into his delicate skin, clean horizontal cuts. “S-stop!” Naruto begged, trying desperately to get out of the Fox’s grasp but not finding enough strength. He shook uncontrollably as he watched his blood spill, the Fox finally releasing his grasp. Naruto held his arms to his chest, trying to put pressure on his wounds. He was breathing hard, hyperventilating as the sound of the Nine Tails’ laughter roared in his ears. His vision went black as he passed out.

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Naruto slowly blinked his eyes open, the harsh lights in the bathroom burning into his retinas. He took a seconds to take in his surroundings, sitting up slowly. He was on the cold marble floor, fear sinking in as he raked his brain trying to figure out how he’d gotten there. He reached up to rub his eyes as he realized there was something clutched in his hand. A kunai, blood dripping from the sharp tip. He fearfully looked down, his worst nightmares finding their way into reality; each of his wrists had a deep horizontal cut slicing his pale skin, blood pooling on the ground beneath him. He gasped, quickly losing control of his thoughts, staring at his bloody hands with wide eyes as he began hyperventilating.

There was a knock on the door but he was frozen; hands shaking as he stared at the blood dipping down his arms. He heard someone talking but it sounded so far away; all he could concentrate on was the sound of blood rushing in his ears. He heard the door being kicked open, wood splintering as it had to be forced, the lock not allowing the knob to turn. There was suddenly hands on him, white towels instantly turning crimson as they were wrapped around his arms. Someone was shaking him, hard, but he couldn’t move, completely paralyzed. He felt a hand lay a harsh slap across his face; that did it.

Naruto gasped as he dropped the kunai, his hands shaking. Jiraiya was kneeling in front of him, hands on his cheeks, a pleading look on his face. “Naruto, snap out of it!” Jiraiya was about to slap Naruto again but stopped as the boy finally focused.

”F-fuck, w-what the fuck...” Naruto stuttered, blinking repeatedly, his vision tinged black around the edges.

”What happened?!” Jiraiya demanded as he squeezed the towels to Naruto’s arms, causing him to wince in pain.

”I-I don’t know,” Naruto stammered, “I-I just... I just woke up here...”

Jiraiya ran a hand through his hair as he tried to figure out what to do. “Fuck, okay, stay here. Keep pressure on that,” he demanded as he jumped up, hurriedly leaving the room. Naruto did as he was told, cradling his arms to his chest as he started panicking, devolving back into hyperventilation. Jiraiya was back in an instant, “hey!” He snapped his fingers in front of Naruto’s face, causing him to jump. “Stay with me!” Jiraiya pulled out rolls of gauze, lifting off the bloody towels. He harshly pulled Naruto to his feet, causing him to slip in the puddle of blood. He turned on the sink and forced Naruto’s wrists under the water. Naruto winced at the sharp pain but complied with Jiraiya’s every move. Jiraiya dried off his arms before quickly bandaging his cuts, trying to be as delicate as possible. Naruto’s vision started to tunnel and he felt himself falling, unable to catch himself. Jiraiya grabbed him before he could crack his head on the marble, swiftly folding him up into his arms, the quick movements causing Naruto’s vision to swim.

”Hold on, kid. Not again. I’ve got you,” Jiraiya grunted, carrying Naruto to the couch. He placed him on the cushions, wrapping his hands around his bandaged wrists, trying to stop the bleeding. Naruto was still in shock; not fully processing what was happening. Jiraiya sighed deeply, exasperated, “what happened?”

Naruto could just shake his head. “I-I don’t know... I just woke up there...” he repeated, “I don’t know what happened.”

”What’s the last thing you remember?” Jiraiya took a seat on the couch, staring intently at Naruto as he tried to remember.

”I fell asleep... and I-I was having a normal dream, but... the Nine Tails was there and he... he grabbed me,” Naruto’s bottom lip quivered as he struggled not to break down, face flushing with embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry.”

”Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong,” Jiraiya stated, releasing his grab on Naruto’s arms once he was sure the bleeding had stopped. “This is just another thing we’ll have to deal with. We’ll figure it out together.”

”But I don’t want to be a ‘thing we have to deal with,’” Naruto cried, cradling his arms to his chest again. “I-I thought it was over... I thought he was sealed...”

”He is sealed. I don’t think it was really him, Naruto,” Jiraiya said softly, wrapping an arm around Naruto’s shoulder. Naruto nodded slowly; deep down he knew it couldn’t have been the Fox. Just some sort of residual trauma. This wouldn’t have been the first time he’s sleep walked either. It happened before, frequently after Sasuke left the Village. He’d find himself in the woods outside of the Village’s bounds, lost and confused. The cutting was a new issue, probably some sort of flashback from the night Jiraiya finally fixed his seal. Thankfully these cuts were much smaller; horizontal instead of vertical, and while deep they hadn’t severed any arteries, just a few minor veins. Jiraiya scrubbed a hand over his face before getting to his feet. “I’ll be right back, kiddo. Just rest for a minute,” he said as he made his way back into the bathroom. He frowned at the puddle of blood on the ground, instantly being brought back to the other night when Naruto almost died. Jiraiya tried to clean up as quickly as he could, not wanting to leave Naruto alone for too long.

As soon as he was done cleaning he threw out the soiled towels and slipped the kunai back in his pack. ”What do I do?” Naruto whispered from his spot on the couch, looking up at Jiraiya with teary eyes. He had curled into himself, looking so small and fragile among the cushions.

Jiraiya wrapped Naruto up in his arms, “I’m not sure, but we’ll figure it out, just like always. I’m not going anywhere.” He helped Naruto off the couch gently, “c’mon, let’s go back to sleep. It’s three o’clock in the morning,” he yawned, rubbing his eyes lazily. Naruto just nodded and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. He followed Jiraiya back to their room and hesitantly laid down, feeling Jiraiya’s arm wrap around his waist.

When he closed his eyes all he could see was blood. Warm and slick in his hands. He shuddered, squeezing his eyes tight to try to ignore it but failing. He must have whimpered because he suddenly felt Jiraiya’s hands on him, rubbing his back, touching his cheek. “What’s wrong?” Jiraiya whispered gently into his ear and Naruto bit his bottom lip, trying to hold himself together.

”I... I don’t want to sleep,” he stated flatly. Jiraiya’s hand snaked around his waist and pulled him flat onto his back.

”Well I guess we’ll have to find a way to keep ourselves awake,” he muttered. Naruto blushed and reached up a hand, slowly tracing down Jiraiya’s lips, over his chin and to his neck. He grabbed Jiraiya’s neck and pulled him down, their lips meeting harshly. Jiraiya slid on top of Naruto’s small frame, one leg bent between his thighs. He moved up his knee so that his thigh was pressing against Naruto’s already hard cock, forcing a small moan from him. Naruto’s lips parted and he allowed Jiraiya access, his tongue taking in his taste, letting out a moan of his own at Naruto’s sweetness. Naruto grinded up against Jiraiya’s thigh, his fingers gripping Jiraiya’s shoulders as he dry humped his leg fervently. Jiraiya moved quickly, tearing off Naruto’s pants before removing his own. He took back his position above Naruto, panting at the way Naruto’s heat radiated against his upper thigh. He shifted so that their cocks were aligned, reveling in the way he fit so perfectly between Naruto’s legs.

Jiraiya bent his head down and started to kiss Naruto’s neck, so gentle and tender, sucking his soft skin into his mouth. “Mmh-“ Naruto wriggled beneath him, needing friction but being denied, Jiraiya’s hips pinning him down. Naruto reached out and grabbed Jiraiya’s waist while bending his knees up around his hips, trying to force him to start moving, do anything other than tortuously kiss his neck.

”Not so fast,” Jiraiya growled, warm breath puffing against his saliva slick neck sending a chill up Naruto’s spine. Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s wrists but instantly let go as the boy winced at the sudden pain, reminding Jiraiya of his wounds. “Shit, I’m so sorry!” Jiraiya apologized, attempting to sit up but finding himself locked in place by Naruto’s knees. Naruto wrapped his injured wrists to his chest, a sad expression on his face.

”You won’t break me, I’m not made of glass,” Naruto whispered, so quiet that Jiraiya could barely hear him. He held his arms up so Jiraiya could retake his grasp on them. Jiraiya hesitated, not wanting to hurt him, but he eventually carefully wrapped each small hand inside his own. He lifted both of Naruto’s wrists to his face, kissing his bandaged skin. Naruto felt his face flush, sniffling to try to fight away the tears threatening to fall. Jiraiya pinned both of Naruto’s wrists behind his head on top of the pillows using one hand before allowing his free fingertips to graze Naruto’s whiskered cheek.

”You’re beautiful,” Jiraiya muttered, replacing his fingertips with his lips, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. Naruto bucked his hips forward, reminding Jiraiya of his task. Jiraiya chuckled, slowly rubbing their cocks together, their fluids mixing together and offering lubrication. Naruto panted as his eyes slid shut, quickening the pace as he thrusted against him, the feeling of Jiraiya’s cock pressed up to his almost enough to make him cum. “A-Ah!” Naruto moaned, leaking precome, arching his hips forward to force more pressure, rubbing against Jiraiya’s cock fervently. Jiraiya gently tapped Naruto’s lips with his finger and Naruto quickly sucked his finger in, twisting his tongue against around his fingertip, moaning at the overwhelming sensations. He sloppily sucked, teeth grazing his knuckle. Jiraiya pulled his finger away and tantalizingly lowered it between Naruto’s legs, sliding lower on the bed so he could get better leverage.

He swirled his spit slick finger around Naruto’s rim, eliciting a needy moan as Naruto arched his hips, desperate to be filled. He slowly dipped in his fingertip, working it in and out before slowly pushing his finger in to the knuckle, stunned at how tight Naruto was. He worked quickly, smirking as he hit Naruto’s prostate. “A-ah! Ffff-f-fuck,” Naruto cried, voice quivering, legs shaking. Naruto’s cock was leaking so much that it provided more lubrication for Jiraiya, making Jiraiya moan at the sight.

”So eager for me,” he praised as he slid in another finger, scissoring and bending his fingers to prepare Naruto’s entrance. Jiraiya paused for a moment to reach for something on the side of the bed, smirking as he retrieved a bottle of lube. He squirted some on his fingers before going back to his task, teasingly only hitting Naruto’s prostate every few strokes. Naruto’s hips bucked forward as he searched for friction, his cock throbbing, so close to his release. “Mmm, look at you, coming apart from just my fingers,” Jiraiya lowered his head and teasingly kissed Naruto’s thighs as his fingers kept up their steady motion. He kissed Naruto’s hips, rubbing his inner thigh with his free hand, before kissing the base of his cock.

“F-fuck, please,” Naruto begged, thrusting up into the air. “Want you in my mouth,” he moaned lewdly, suddenly sitting up and grabbing Jiraiya by the shoulders, forcing him back against the pillows. Naruto quickly slid to his knees on the bed, rubbing his hands up and down Jiraiya’s sides as he slid between his legs. Jiraiya’s breaths shook with anticipation, his hand resting in Naruto’s soft hair. Naruto straddled one of Jiraiya’s legs, making the older man grunt as he felt Naruto’s rock hard cock rub against him, slick with precome. Naruto gripped the base of Jiraiya’s erection, running his tongue slowly up the underside, making Jiraiya quiver below his grasp. He teasingly flicked his tongue over his slit, lapping up his fluids, swirling his tongue around the head before sucking it into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down slowly, focusing his mouth on the head while his hand gripped the shaft, unsure if he’d be able to handle Jiraiya’s massive size. Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s hair and tried as hard as he could to not buck his hips into Naruto’s mouth, not wanting to choke him.

”Mmm, you’re so big,” Naruto moaned as he licked the head of Jiraiya’s cock, stroking his length with his hand. Naruto rubbed his erection against Jiraiya’s leg, hips stuttering, unable to control himself. Naruto took Jiraiya’s cock back into his mouth, his head bobbing up and down, slowly taking more and more of him into his mouth. Jiraiya gasped and squeezed his eyes closed as Naruto suddenly took down his entire length, gagging as it forced its way into his throat.

“You okay, kid?” Jiraiya asked all breathy, struggled to speak as he panted, his hand traveling from Naruto’s hair to his cheek. He craned his neck so he could check on Naruto, breath catching in his throat as he saw Naruto directly making eye contact, his cheeks flushed and lips cracked into a smirk around his cock. “Fuck,” Jiraiya choked out as his head fell back into the pillows, Naruto quickly getting back to his task, taking his entire length. As soon as Jiraiya was comfortable in the fact that Naruto could handle him he started fucking his mouth. Naruto greedily sucked him off, all sloppy and gagging whenever his cock was thrust into the back of his throat. “G-God, you’re amazing,” Jiraiya gasped as he felt himself getting close to the edge. Suddenly he gripped Naruto’s shoulder, forcing him to stop. Naruto whined, wanting to keep going, but Jiraiya chuckled, “I’m not done with you yet.”

He helped Naruto back up so his head rested on the pillows, pulling him in for a kiss, moaning as he tasted himself in Naruto’s mouth. He slid his fingers back down to Naruto’s entrance, grazing around his rim, loving the way he opened up for him so easily. “J-Jiraiya,” Naruto panted, “please.” Jiraiya’s breath hitched in his throat as the younger man breathily moaned his name, sending him into hyperdrive. He reached down with his free hand and stroked Naruto’s cock, forcing him right up to the edge before denying him his release. Naruto whimpered and wiggled his hips, his legs were shaking, cheeks flushed red, pupils totally blown. Suddenly Jiraiya pulled Naruto up, settling him in his lap as he leaned his back against the wall. Naruto instantly sprung into action, pulling Jiraiya into a sloppy heated kiss, moaning in his mouth.

Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s hip as he situated him in his lap. He broke the kiss and looked into Naruto’s glazed over eyes. “I want you to go at your own speed,” he panted as Naruto rested on his knees, hovering above Jiraiya’s cock expectantly. Just the thought that Jiraiya was finally going to fuck him made his heart skip a beat. He’d been begging Jiraiya to fuck him for days and was always rejected; he wanted it to be special, he said, wanted to make sure Naruto was really sure he wanted this. Jiraiya squeezed more lube into his hand grasping his shaft, moving his wrist in circles as he made sure to cover every inch; Naruto’s saliva was already making it slick but since Naruto was a virgin he needed to be sure. Once he was done he reached back between Naruto’s legs, spreading some lube between his cheeks, slowly dipping in two fingers to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt. “Are you ready?” Jiraiya asked gently.

“Y-yes,” Naruto tentatively started to lower himself, gasping as the head of Jiraiya’s cock pushed into his entrance. He felt an intense burning pain due to the sheer size spreading him wide but he pushed through it, his eyes tearing. He whimpered as he finally took his whole length in. Jiraiya held his waist and rocked his hips a bit.

”You okay?” Jiraiya asked him tenderly, not wanting to go too fast, determined to make his first time pleasurable. Naruto nodded, determined, as he started to glide back up, using his toes for leverage. He worked to adjust to the new sensations while trying to work up a rhythm. He panted and let his head drop into the crook of Jiraiya’s neck, warm breaths puffing across his skin, sending shivers up Jiraiya’s spine. Jiraiya gripped Naruto’s hips and helped hold him steady as he started to pick up the pace. “Fuck, so tight, so perfect,” Jiraiya praised, slowly thrusting into Naruto each time he lowered himself.

Naruto gasped as Jiraiya roughly hit his prostate, “Mmh- d-don’t stop,” he ordered, moving his hips in a circular motion as he quickly rode Jiraiya’s cock. He panted hard, his legs starting to burn from the repetitive motion. Jiraiya grabbed onto Naruto’s back before starting to move, laying Naruto out on the mattress as he positioned himself above the younger man, his cock never leaving his tight opening. Jiraiya started thrusting into him hard, forcefully hitting Naruto’s prostate on each pump, leaving him a lewd, cursing mess. “A-ah, ah, ah! G-God, ffff-f-fuck, right there!“ Naruto cried, his cock throbbing painfully, desperate for release. His nails dug into Jiraiya’s back as he plowed him, eliciting a groan from Jiraiya, the sensation sending him over the edge. Naruto was about to reach for his cock, becoming frantic from teetering at the edge for so long, but Jiraiya grabbed his arm, pinning it above his head.

”You’ll finish when I say you can,” he purred deviously, and animalistic glint in his eyes. Naruto whined as the pleasure overwhelmed him, needing some sort of release. He reached up and grabbed onto Jiraiya’s neck with his free hand, sinking his teeth down on his soft flesh before sucking on it hard. Jiraiya groaned, “ah - you’re gonna be the death of me,” he chuckled, the familiar words sending a chill up Naruto’s spine. Jiraiya reached his hand down and grabbed onto Naruto’s throbbing erection, pumping his hand in time with his thrusts.

“P-please!” Naruto begged desperately, moaning loudly just as he was about to finish, suddenly feeling Jiraiya’s tight grasp at the base of his cock, forcing him to have a dry orgasm. Naruto gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, biting his lip as his head fell back against the pillow, absolutely keening, shockwaves flashing through his body. Naruto whined at the tight coiling in the bottom of his stomach, rocking his hips against Jiraiya’s, needing more. “J-Jiraya, p-p-please,” he begged for his orgasm, tears starting to slide down his cheeks.

Jiraiya thrusted into Naruto’s tight ass a few more times before wrapping his hand around Naruto’s throbbing cock. ”Cum for me,” Jiraiya deviously growled in Naruto’s ear, stroking his length as Naruto wildly thrusted into his hand, crying out with pleasure as he was finally allowed his release. “A-AH!” Naruto whined breathily, legs quaking as an over stimulating orgasm shook him to his core. Jiraiya couldn’t help but stare down at Naruto’s face as he orgasmed, his eyebrows furrowed, all red cheeks and fuck drunk eyes. “G-God, so perfect,” he praised as he stroked Naruto through his orgasm, stripes of cum spurting onto his chest. He moaned as he felt Naruto’s entrance pulsating around his cock, pushing him over the edge. He kissed Naruto’s neck as he finished inside of him, burying himself deep in Naruto’s ass.

He collapsed upon Naruto’s chest as he panted hard, fighting to come to his senses. He took a deep breath as he pulled out, Naruto whimpering at the loss. Jiraiya pushed himself up on unsteady legs, “I’ll be right back,” he promised gently before planting a kiss on Naruto’s sweaty forehead. He staggered into the bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before stopping in he kitchen to grab the juice in the fridge. Jiraiya couldn’t help but pause in the doorframe, taking in the view. Naruto laid spread out on the mattress, panting and sweaty. He was shaking lightly, skin flushed and pink, pupils blown, still too overwhelmed from sub drop to move. Jiraiya smiled lightly as he plopped back down next to Naruto, cleaning them both up before helping him get dressed. He wrapped Naruto up in the blankets to ease his shaking, cradling him in his arms, helping him through the rapid drop of endorphins after forcefully building them up for so long. “You’re beautiful,” Jiraiya soothed, petting back Naruto’s hair, kissing his whiskered cheek tenderly.

Naruto snuggled his face into Jiraiya’s neck, seeking warmth and comfort as he struggled to ground himself. Jiraiya rubbed his back for a few moments before presenting him with a glass of juice. “Here, drink this, it’ll help,” Jiraiya offered it to him, smiling as Naruto accepted it with shaky hands. He took a few sips before setting it down on the floor next to him, sighing contentedly as Jiraiya coddled him, showering him with praise and encouragement; you’re amazing, you did so well... I love you. Naruto’s eyes widened at that, momentarily stunned silent. He looked up into Jiraiya’s eyes, tearing up as he took in the tender, loving gaze he was receiving. “I-I love you, too...” he managed to choke out, flinging his arms around Jiraiya’s neck, forcing the older man down into the pillows. Jiraiya chuckled as he returned Naruto’s hug, kissing the top of his head.

“C’mon, lets get some sleep, kiddo.”

For the first time in weeks Naruto slept through the night, a small smile on his face.

((remember guys! aftercare is super important when you’re doing any edge play (or any sort of bdsm for that matter)! take care of each other ^^))

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