you withhold a giggle when you feel arms wrap around your waist and a chin prop onto your shoulder accompanied with an almost childish whine "why'd you leave our very warm bed?"
"someone had to make breakfast, and you, mister sleepyhead, were too knocked out to rouse out of your eternal slumber."
"you know i would've woken up had you nudged me."
"and i didn't for a reason," you counter, " you deserve your beauty rest, my love."
minato sighs in response, nuzzling his nose into your neck where the smell of your shampoo and perfume lingers "how'd i ever get so lucky..."
"must've saved a village in your past life."
this time you don't stop the giggle that threatens to erupt once he presses his lips to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, then your throat, back up to the junction between your jaw and ear—
"alright, stop! you're going to make me burn the food." he relents by placing a kiss to your temple and promises to back off as you remain holding the wooden spatula as a weapon.
of course minato does not sit down at the table when you shoo him away, he instead tends to the dishes you left on the side and in the sink; insistent on helping you with the chores despite your promises of getting to them later.
“don’t even worry about it, love, i enjoy doing the dishes.” he’d usually say with a tender smile on his face and you’ve come to realise that he really does like helping you out and easing your burdens.
“thank you, baby.”
with his help, breakfast is served but it seems he woke up extra clingy today because instead of eating at the dining table like you usually do; he takes your plates over to the couch and places it on the coffee table all whilst tugging onto your arm to come along with him. he takes a seat and throws your legs onto his before diving into the breakfast he says is delicious which is accompanied with a kiss to your cheek.
you watch him eat with a fond smile on your face, too enraptured by his soft beauty. he notices your distraction and smiles back at you, his cheeks puffy with food and that sight makes you giggle, especially when his spoon reroutes and moves into the direction of your mouth. he might be the hokage and the yellow flash of the leaf but he is still your sweet minato who always prioritises you.
you take a bite and minato is quickly readjusting his routine to feed you and then himself when he notices you’ve left your utensil discarded on the table. everything he does warms your heart, and you think you might combust from how much love you hold for him.
“okay, okay,” you say eventually when attempts to shovel the food down your throat because he claims that breakfast is the most important meal and you should not be missing it “i’m done, finish it yourself.” you shove his hand away gently and kiss his nose when he pouts at you “i have to go get something, wait here.”
you pat his thigh on your way up, leaving to enter your bedroom and rummage through your closet for what you’ve hidden and worked on for a very long time the previous year. you return to your spot except this time, you’re perched on the edge of the couch eagerly watching his reaction. you hand him the bag first, and he looks at you with bright eyes as he graciously accepts your first gift.
“woah,” he softly says as he pulls out a pair of deep blue button down silk pyjamas “you didn’t…” he carefully inspects the clothing to find his special flying raijin kunai stitched onto the breast pocket in the exact shade of yellow his hair is. he puts it down to look at you very intensely and before he can lean over to give you a kiss (a very passionate one, he notes) you shove a box into his chest, giddy with excitement as you wait for him to love this one even more.
he unveils the box to reveal an album, his brows furrow in contemplation as he pulls the book out with a tilt in his head “when did you put all this together?” you smile cheekily at him in return and urge him to look through it.
he flips it open to the first page and finds the picture you took with him at the shop where you first got the camera. you’re looking into the camera through the mirror with a wide grin on your face while he looks at you, head to the side with the softest, fondest expression on his face. the same expression plasters itself on his face now, he looks up at you and holds a chuckle in. you’re too cute for your own good.
he flips to the next page and his mouth instantly drops, eyes widening “there’s no way…”
“where this is a will, there’s a way, my love!” you giggle “the way was to bribe him.”
“how much did you drop on him?”
“there’s no need to worry you with that information, look at the pretty pics!”
open below on the page are pictures of team 7, his adorable students (no longer adorable considering one of them is a renowned killing machine) posing for the pictures you’ve taken of them. he can’t help the chuckle that escapes when he flips through more photos, finding the contrast of kakashis face with rin and obito’s much too hilarious and nostalgic.
“oh, they’re so cute!” he does a terrible job hiding his squeal and you giggle in turn.
“indeed they are.”
he goes through more of the pages, admiring the pictures you’ve taken together when all of a sudden he lands on the final page you’ve filled in.
“what?!”
“surprise, babe!”
“is this for real?”
“so real, i waited to make sure and the doctor confirmed it last week.”
he closed over the album displaying a picture of your positive pregnancy test and pulled you over his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to splay his fingers over your tummy “i love you so much.”
“i love you too, honey.”
“i can’t believe this, i’m so happy.” he kisses the back of your neck softly “best birthday ever.”
“you say that every year.” you lean back into him.
“i can’t help that you outdo yourself every year.”
“you’re right, i had to go big for your twenty sixth and make you a father.”
“and i’m so glad you did.” he squeezes you tighter in his hold and kisses your temple “thank you so much.”
Y/n had only met Lord Namikaze Minato twice in her twenty-six years and the third time, it was on their wedding day.
She came from the Land of Iron. Natives from this country have distinctive emerald eyes and platinum blond hair with a tan complexion.
Their marriage was arranged at the young age of eight and are to be wedded when Y/n is the age of seventeen. However, it was repeatedly postponed due to Lord Namikaze.
Unlike all the other girls in her village, who married within the village or neighboring villages, she was the unlucky one who would be leaving her home for a new home that was thousands of miles away.
The last time she saw him, they were only barely pubescent. He had bright blond hair, blue-green eyes, and a lanky physique.
As she was leaving her home, she received congratulations, given that Lord Minato’s name is well-known beyond the Land of Fire. However, a few people also didn’t forget to warn her about him, as he is feared by all.
Only five other men, her maid whom she had known since she was a little girl, and Y/n herself, traveled almost three days before they reached the Land of Fire. Her family would leave as soon as her wedding was over and she dreaded each minute.
Finally, the moment arrived, and Y/n stood in front of the closed sliding door. On the other side were her new family and her future husband.
She took a deep breath, this was the last seconds of her being single and a member of the Land of Iron.
The door slid open and she shut her eyes tightly.
“Please welcome, Lady Namikaze.”
Her eyes opened and immediately met the blue-green gaze of Minato.
She swallowed, not expecting him to be right on the other side of the door from her.
Minato smiled and held out his hand for her, “come, my wife.”
Y/n blinked in confusion. After everything she had heard about this intimidating man, she couldn’t believe the person standing before her was the same one everyone described. He looked harmless, with his soft smile and bright hair.
She reached for his hand, her small handset in his much larger one.
“Let’s go,” he said, pulling her along with him.
Taking a step forward, her mind was resolute, as there was no turning back. From now on, she would be known as Lady Namikaze.
.
Her maid sets the comb down, “are you ready, my Lady?”
Tightening her yukata, Y/n nodded and followed her maid down the hall, leaving behind the room where she stayed as a single woman and a guest.
Now, she is a married woman and must share a room, and a bed with her husband.
“My Lord, my Lady is here.” The Maid announced outside the door.
A quiet come-in can be heard from the other side.
The maid opens the door, giving Y/n a warm smile. “I will see you in the morning, my Lady.”
Y/n is greeted by the sight of her husband’s back as he gazes out the window. He slowly glances over his shoulder, prompting Y/n to quickly look down. He is dressed in a dark blue yukata, and his blond hair is still slightly damp from his bath. She hears the door click shut behind her, leaving her alone in the room with her husband for a few hours. “My Lord,” Y/n greeted quietly.
Since the age of twelve, she has been prepared and educated for this night.
The marital night.
She didn’t hear his footsteps at all, but a pair of bare feet stood in her line of sight. “Look at me please.” Her eyes slowly met his. “Minato,” he smiles, “please call me by my name.”
Y/n observed her husband. He is three years older than her, yet he looks more mature and older than her, yet at the same time, he has a soft innocent youth to him.
She didn’t dare, but if he was giving her permission to call him by his given name, she had no choice but to obey. “Okay,” she answered meekly.
Minato raised a brow slightly and he tilted her chin until she had nowhere to look but into his blue eyes, “are you nervous?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Minato.” He reminded.
“Yes… Mi – nato…”
His breath hitched; she barely missed it if it wasn’t for the dead silence in the room. He takes a step closer and leans down.
If Y/n was not mistaken, he was just as nervous as she was.
His lips paused centimeters away from hers, eyes searching hers – as if asking for permission.
Or teasing her.
Y/n closes her eyes, “please…” she breathed.
His lips press against hers gently before he moves his mouth over hers slowly and gently.
Minato’s eyes catch her tightly fisted hands and he grabs both her wrists, in which her palms loosened, and presses them against his muscular chest. She can feel the heat of his body through his yukata.
Her eyes shot open, wide and she was about to pull away, but he was faster. A hand shot around the back of her head and kept her from moving. Minato took this opportunity to slip his tongue past her lips and fully kiss her. His eyes shut as he moved his mouth eagerly over hers, increasing the pace of their kiss.
He felt her body relax and soften and it was the soft moan that pushed him over the edge.
Y/n squealed as she was hoisted off the ground and carried her to the futon she hadn’t noticed.
Minato laid her down gently and he held her gaze before asking, “do you trust me?”
Y/n should have said no, no she didn’t trust him but her heart spoke and her head followed.
She nodded and her stomach fluttered with tingles when he flashed her a charming smile.
“May I take off your clothes?” She nodded again and he spread both her knees apart, tugging the yukata open, and moved in between her legs. She was naked before him and he could feel his mouth water at the sight of her. His eyes drop to her core, and he feels his throat tightening.
His thumb gently grazes her slit before pressing down on her clit. “Have you touched yourself before?”
Y/n shook her head, teeth biting down on her lower lip. She was curious and other girls her age had told her about pleasuring themselves, but she was too embarrassed to do it.
“I… couldn’t bring myself to.”
Minato raised a brow at her confession. He bit down at the corner of his lower lip, content to hear that even she had never pleasured herself. “How come?” he inquired quietly.
“I didn’t want…” she looked away, cheeks blushing, “I feel like I would be cheating on my future husband if I touched myself.”
Minato refrained from smiling, he rubs light circles with her clit and smiles when her faint but sharp hisses escape her lips. “Yes, only I can touch you.” Sliding his thumb down, he slips it past her wet folds until the entire length of his thumb is embedded inside of her.
Her thighs widen naturally, and he can feel her walls sucking his thumb tightly.
“Shh, it’s okay…” he coos thrusting his thumb slightly in and out of her. When he felt she was able to, he switched to two long fingers, curling them against her hot soft walls. He started a slow pace before gradually increasing until his two fingers were sliding in and out of her, they plunge deep into her warm pussy.
Y/n panted, writhing against his fingers. She unknowingly realized her hips were moving, rolling. Was this what her friends were talking about? She covered her face, embarrassed as she murmured, “no… no… too much…”
With his other hand, he pulls his yukata loose and his cock is hard and ready.
Her eyes caught sight of his hand stroking his cock. “It’s… will it… will it fit?” she choked.
Minato hummed, a smile on his lips, “it will, but this first time you might feel uncomfortable, but you will become accustomed to it soon.” He pulls his fingers out and looks at them, satisfied at how glistening they were coated. “It is yours, just as your body is mine.
Y/n gasped watching him stroke his cock with the fingers that were just inside of her. “My Lord – “
Leaning down, Minato towers over her, “what did I say about calling me that?” His tone was teasing but strict. “I will punish you if you do not listen, hmm?”
“Minato,” she whispered, nodding her head in understanding.
He pecks her lips softly before fully engaging in a kiss. A distraction for her as nudged his cock at her pussy and thrust gently inside her, groaning as he struggled to impale her tight walls.
Minato couldn’t stop now. Never.
Even though her nails dug into his biceps, he took the opportunity to thrust hard until he was fully inside of her.
He broke off the kiss with a gasp, she was so tight he felt dizzy for a split second. “Y/n…” Her eyes widen as he calls her name, and at the same time, her walls tighten. “Relax…”
She inhales and exhales, listening to him as her body relaxes around him.
He groaned and slowly began to thrust in and out of her hot walls slowly.
Her soft cries mixed with his groans and that urged him to fasten his hips with deeper and harder thrusts.
He hiked her legs around his waist and pulled her up and together they sat in a lotus flower position. Her arms quickly wrap around his neck and with great ease, he lifts her easily and rocks her over his cock.
“Mina…” she whispered, hugging him close, chest pressing against his.
Minato’s teeth found the skin below her clavicle, and he sucked hard until a blooming red mark appeared before trailing elsewhere.
Y/n began to push at his shoulders, squirming away from him as her body began to tingle in an odd sensational way. “My L – Minato… please… no… I feel –“
He kissed her jaw, “you feel what, my wife? Tell me?” Calling her his wife had her walls tightening around his cock and he groans, “do you like that? Me calling you my wife?” He laid her back down and unlocked her legs from behind, spreading them wide as he rubbed the puffy nub that sent her arching her back instantly. “What do you like?”
He rubbed her clit in a circle, “do you like it if I do this?” his thrusts were shallow but deep as he pressed down on her clit, feeling her walls react to his doing.
“Please,” she begged, “no more… I don’t know this feeling… it’s… it’s weird…”
“It is pleasure you are feeling,” he whispered with a smile, “let go for me.”
Y/n’s body jerked and thrashed as he brought her to her peak and he followed seconds later, cumming hard deep against her walls. His body trembled as he filled her womb with his seed.
Her small hands grabbed his, stopping him from overstimulating her but he overpowered her, he wanted her body to shudder to his touch only.
She palmed her lower abdomen, “stop… too much… I feel too full…”
Listening to her cry, he stopped and pressed his forehead against her chest, in between her breasts. He took this moment to catch his breath.
The moment he set eyes on his wife when those doors slid open, all he wanted was nothing more than to make her his. Now she was and he was never going to let her go.
He leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. Without withdrawing, he maneuvered her onto her front side and straddled her. He leaned over her, pushing her hair off her beautiful shoulders, he made a note to mark her shoulders. He wanted to taste and mark all of her.
Minato pressed his lips to her shoulder and reached to turn her head so he could look into her eyes. He’s always known her eyes were beautiful, but they look even more stunning with the glossiness in her eyes.
He acknowledged he pushed her to her limit. “I am sorry…”
He was not sorry he pushed her to her limit. He was sorry he had not done this sooner.
He pressed a kiss to her temple, “this is only the beginning, my wife.”
.
Minato returned to Konoha and after giving his report to the Hokage, he immediately went home. He did not bother to stay and wait if the Hokage had any questions or when his next mission was.
He didn’t want to go on any mission any time soon. Or at all.
All he wanted was to go home to his wife.
Six months of being married has changed Minato’s life.
Before, going on long missions for more than a week was something he did not mind. He didn’t have anyone to return home to aside from his village. Which was why he was willing to take on the missions that normally required more time away from home.
But now that he has a wife waiting for him, being on a three-day mission was becoming challenging for him, let alone being away for more than a few hours. If possible, he would try and complete the mission as fast and efficiently as possible so he could return home to her.
He could not have imagined that marriage life would change him this drastically when work was and had always been his priority. And in less than a year, that had all changed.
He regrets the time they missed out due to his uncertainty and refusal to settle down.
When he was old enough to understand what it meant to be engaged and married by his parents, Minato voiced his opinions about his marriage, wanting to be able to choose his bride but there was nothing he could do, it was an arrangement made years ago.
The only way Minato was able to prolong his marriage was to continue to accept missions and advance up the Konohagakure’s military rank. However, he could only delay for so long before reaching the top rank, earning the highest military title, at which point his parents put an end to his stalling.
At almost thirty years old, he finally accepted his fate and agreed.
He remembered Y/n during their younger days and recalled that she was pretty and cute. He would be lying if he didn’t wonder if she had matured into a beautiful woman.
Only a few times in Minato’s life had he felt nervous, and the day he was meeting his wife was one of them.
When the door slid open and on the other side revealed his bride, he had forgotten how to breathe.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Their first night was one he would never be able to forget. His desire only continues to burn for her each day afterward.
The lost time with her was none other than his fault, and it would be something he would regret but to look forward to, he would have the rest of his life with her.
Y/n, his beloved Y/n was his priority now.
He said the three words to her a month after being married.
“I love you, Y/n.” He knew it was coming out fast but they were genuine. He loves her, wholeheartedly. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t a bit disappointed when she didn’t return the words but reminded himself to wait, wait until she could see how much he loved her and would be patient for the day she returned those words to him.
The day came when he returned home from a mission that left him hospitalized. It was nothing life-threatening but to see her husband bandaged up made Y/n confess her heart.
Minato smiles to himself as he recalls that day, never forgetting that day, the day Y/n told him she loved him.
Sitting on the hospital bed, Minato patiently complied with the doctor as they wrapped bandages around his head. His right arm was currently being treated by a nurse as she gently put his arm in a sling.
He just wanted to see his wife but at the same time, he did not want her to see him in such a state. But it would also take a few days at most before he could look at least somewhat presentable and he couldn’t dare be away from her any longer.
“How long will it –“ Minato’s words were cut off when the frantic person at the doorway startled him. “Y/n?”
Her hands came up to cup her nose and mouth. From where he was, he could see tears building up in her eyes.
His heart raced fast and all he could see was his wife frozen at the door.
Letting out a deep breath, Minato called her name. “Come here,” he commands softly, wincing but holding out his left hand. When she didn’t make a move, he repeated more sternly, “come here, Y/n, or I’ll go to you.”
The doctor bandaging his head finished up his work and excused him and the nurse, leaving Minato alone with his wife.
Exhaling, Minato shifted to swing his legs off the bed when Y/n rushed over beside him, stopping him from moving further.
“Don’t move!” She cried, tears spilling down her cheeks. She sobbed silently to herself as her hands trembled, scared to touch him.
Y/n was in a state of panic and Minato knew what would shake her out of it. He reached for her, gently taking her by the jaw and forcing her lips to meet his in a deep, longing kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth and swirls with hers.
He pulls away first, breathing hard, “I’m okay. I’m okay, Y/n.” He assured, pressing his forehead against hers. His eyes searched deep into her emerald eyes. “I’m here, I’m okay.”
“You’re so hurt…” she whimpered, fresh tears dripping down her cheeks.
“I just look hurt, but I’m okay,” he smiles. “I didn’t want you to see me this way – “
“I love you!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. “I love you. I love you. I love you!” She choked back a sob, “I’m sorry it took you getting hurt for me to tell you that I love you. I love you. I have you for some time now but was too scared to tell you.”
Minato was dumbstruck at her sudden confession but his only free arm wrapped around her as he hugged her back. He leaned back, pulling her with him as he rolled them onto the hospital bed.
“You’re hurt!” she tried to push herself away from him but he tightened his hold on her. Telling her that if she moved away from him, it would hurt him more than anything.
“I missed you,” he buried his face into her neck. “I missed you so much, let’s just stay like this… please.”
Y/n found herself beneath him as he lay beside her. “I want your fingers in my hair,” he murmured against her neck.
He never knew the true feeling of relaxing until he married Y/n, and laying in her arms every night with her fingers running through his hair gave him a sense of relaxation he needed.
“Okay,” she whispered, doing as he requested. She turned towards him, hugging him and running her nails against his scalp.
“No more crying,” he murmured when he heard her sniffling.
She tried to stop her sniffling, but she only continued to keep crying. Her mind kept pushing negative thoughts in her head. “I could have lost you.”
There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could have kept him from returning.
“You’ll never lose me, Y/n.” He leaned back and blinked at her tiredly. The warmth of being in her arms and embrace was the only thing that made him sleepy. “I’ll always come back home to you. You are my home.” He pressed a kiss to her chin. “Say it again. Tell me again, Y/n.”
She looked at him confused.
“Say you love me, Y/n.”
Her mouth curved into his sweet favorite smile, “I love you, Minato.”
“I want to hear that every day for the rest of my life,” he muttered, slipping into a slumber.
Every day since then, Y/n would remind him daily, “I love you, Minato.”
The smile on his face vanished when he didn’t find his wife in her usual spot where she would be waiting for him. Where she always greeted him with the smile he so eagerly awaited. “Where is Y/n?” he asked Y/n’s maid who came to greet him.
She bowed her head and answered, “my Lady is napping in your shared chamber, my Lord.”
Minato frowned in confusion, it was midday. “She is napping?”
His servant smiled and their eyes twinkled, “my Lady has been more tired than usual, and she requires at least one nap throughout the day.”
It clicked in Minato’s head, and he hurried towards his wife.
He found her in a deep sleep, her right hand placed over her belly.
His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head.
The mission, originally estimated to take five days, was completed by him in three so he could quickly return home.
Had something changed in the time he was gone?
Shaking his head, Minato was about to leave his tired wife alone when she suddenly shifted, causing her yukata to loosen and open, her breasts almost spilling out.
Her chest was not bound.
Minato couldn’t draw his gaze away and when he finally did, he scowled at himself for having poor restraints.
But he had gone three days without her…
Kneeling, he leans over her and brushes her loose hair away. “Y/n,” he calls quietly. His finger trails along her jaw, to her neck, and brushes over her partly exposed collarbone before down the valley of her chest.
He tugs open her yukata, exposing her breasts at last. Her breath hitched when the cool air hit her nipples, hardening them.
Swinging his leg to straddle her but not putting an ounce of his weight on her, he leans down and swirls his tongue against a rosy bud that became hard instantly under his touch.
A smile spreads on his lips when he hears her moan and her breathing becoming heavy with her chest rising.
“Mina…” she called her fingers instantly threading through his gold locks. “You’re home?”
He releases her nipple with a pop and smiles, “Yes, I’m home.” He never realized how much he loved the sound of that.
“I missed you,” she reminded, “I love you.”
He moves to kiss her lips, “I missed you every second I was away and love you more every minute I’m away.”
“You must love me more than I love you now?” she teased trying to pull her yukata to cover her chest.
“No,” he said sternly, “I want to suck them.”
Her hand loosens and he pushes her yukata open again and suckles the other nipple.
When she hisses, he looks up at her with a raised brow.
“They’re… sensitive.”
Minato blinked, he didn’t think that he was any rougher than usual. “Sorry, my love,” he whispered and gently suckled and teased. “Is that why they were not bound?”
She nodded, watching him swirl his tongue, suckle, and nibble at her nipples. It sent prickling sensations down to her core. “Minato,” she said his full name and he froze before snapping his head, his brow knitting together. She let out a laugh and reached to soothe away the crease between his brow with her thumb. “I… I believe I have great news to tell you. I…” she exhales deeply, “I am with child, I believe.” She paused, watching his reaction. “But I’m – I’m not entirely sure just yet it's just that all the signs are there…”
Now she feels bad for getting his hopes up when she has not yet confirmed it.
“Ah!” She squeals when Minato rolls them over so she is on top of him.
Without speaking, he presses her into him, so her chest is buried against his face.
Y/n quickly tries to push off of him but he holds her still.
He gasped for air and shouted, “that’s the best thing I’ve heard!”
His head hits the futon with a thud and he closes his eyes, a beautiful smile on his lips. “I’m so happy, so happy…”
Y/n stopped struggling to push him off and just gazed at her extremely happy husband. “Does it please you that much that I might be with child?”
Without opening his eyes, he answered, “I never thought about becoming a father, but the thought of it now is the best thing next to being your husband.” His eyes open, and his blue eyes gleam with affection. “I am pleased to hear.”
Y/n’s breath hitched, “I hope it is true then.”
Minato cupped one cheek, “if it is not, we can still practice until we get it right.”
.
Y/n was indeed pregnant.
The family doctor estimated that she may be as far along as her body, which was just beginning to show physical signs.
Neither Y/n nor Minato had noticed it.
When the doctor finished, Minato pulled Y/n into his arms. “I guess we did not need to practice.”
Y/n buried her face into his chest and mumbled something he did not catch. He lifts her chin and stares into her eyes, “what is it, my love?”
“I still…” she blushed, “I still want to practice anyways.”
The corner of his lips curved, but he shook his head, “no, we must halt our practicing for some time. I do not want to put you or our child at risk.” He chuckles at her pout, “don’t pout, I won’t be able to resist and will grant you all your wishes. Just this one time, listen to me. We can practice all you want when it is safe.”
“We can practice other ways…” she muttered under her breath, jerking her chin away from his grasp.
Minato raised his brow, “if it is safe, I am willing to practice.”
She looked up at him with determination, “I can use my mouth?”
As if he was punched in the stomach by his wife’s words, he hisses and closes his eyes, calming himself down. “Y/n…”
“Please?”
All his sense of control goes out the window.
He closes his eyes and when he opens them again, they’re dark and dilated.
Y/n’s eyes remained locked with his as her hand trailed down his chest and rested above his crotch. When he made no move to stop her, she squeeze his cock, which have become alert.
“Please?” she repeated.
Her eyes sparkled in the light of the day and Minato knew he couldn’t ever refuse her. “Okay,” he answered quietly and breathlessly.
Minato leaned back on his hands and watched with amusement as his wife knelt beside him. She eagerly undressed him until his yukata hung open, his cock fully erect. Before he could react, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock.
Groaning, his head rolls back. It was just the tip, she had only taken the tip.
He nearly exploded when she took more of him further into her mouth and began bobbing her head.
“Just – just like that…” he cooed, watching her and reaching over to brush her hair out of the way. He wanted to see how she was taking his cock into her mouth. “Wait,” he called and guide her lips off his cock. “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.
When she stripped off her clothes, he laid down flat on his back and instructed her to get on top of him. “I want you to feel good too,” he explained when she hesitated. “There won’t be any deep penetration but I can still make you feel good.”
Nodding, she swings over his face, settling on top of his face, and leans down over him. “Like – like this?”
“Just like this,” he answers, bringing her hips down onto his lips and begins devouring her pussy.
Y/n grasp his cock with both her hands and stroke him, trying to maintain her focus. She takes him into her mouth once again until she feels him hit the back of her throat and gag. She continues to bob over his cock. Her eyes glaze over his thick and muscular thighs. Running both her hands along his thighs, she grazes her nails against the blond hair.
Minato’s cock twitched inside her throat and she moans, sending tremors against his cock and down to his sacks.
She hears Minato growl before he hungrily sucks and slurps at her pussy and clit.
Y/n throws her head back, moaning, “Mina…” she strokes his cock that’s lubricated by her saliva. Fisting both her hands and stroking him fast. The faster she pumped him, the faster Minato sucked.
Her husband’s groan gave her the answer she needed and last minute, she wrapped her lips around the top of his cock to receive his orgasm.
His seed filled her mouth.
She moaned, in both delights of receiving his cum and cumming.
As soon as her high began to fall, she flipped over to lay beside him. Minato quickly towers over her. “My delectable wife… you need to tell me where you learned how to do that?” His eyes narrowed to the residue that escaped from the corner of her lips and growled when her tongue darted out to lick it away.
She smiles sweetly, “you taste delectable too, husband.”
Minato loves his wife’s boldness, even when it drives him mad. He squeezes her side, making her twist and giggle. “Tell me, where have you learned to please a man like that?”
“My friends!” She shouted, trying to escape from his fingers that tickled her. “Stop! No more!” she rolled away only to be pulled back against her husband’s naked front.
He nuzzles into her shoulder, “your friends?”
“Yes, my friends have consulted with me before I arrived here. They are married women and when I asked for guidance… that’s what they told me…” Y/n answered, she twisted until she was facing him. “You are my first for everything, my first and last.”
.
Tears fall from her cheeks as she stares up at her husband who proudly accepts his Hokage haori and slips it on.
The crowd cheers and applauds as Minato turns around and waves at the entire village from the top of the Hokage’s office balcony.
Namikaze Minato is named the fourth Hokage of Konohagakure.
His eyes scan the crowd until they land on his wife who cradles the wrapped bundle in her arms, their daughter.
fluff! Minato Namikaze cosplaying as Howl Pendragon
The first time you spotted him, you thought you were hallucinating.
There—across the bustling convention floor, drowning in a sea of anime wigs and giant foam swords—was Howl Pendragon, in all his blonde, silky-haired glory. Except it wasn’t just a cosplay. The man wearing it had the sort of presence that made everyone else blur out like background noise. His wig looked almost real, his cloak moved as if enchanted, and that sharp profile? Unfair.
You couldn’t help it—your feet dragged you closer, curiosity pulling stronger than your sense of shame. And that’s when he turned. Blue eyes, softer than they had any right to be, met yours across the crowd.
And just like that, he smiled.
It wasn’t forced, not one of those awkward smiles cosplayers gave when someone stared too long. This one was warm, slow, almost knowing. It sat on his lips like he was in on some secret, and suddenly you felt very small in your own shoes. You ducked into the nearest booth, pretending to study overpriced keychains, but your heart was already racing.
Later, you swore the universe was toying with you. Because somehow, by sheer accident, you bumped into him at the café tucked near the convention hall. Your iced latte nearly went flying, but a hand caught your wrist before disaster struck.
“Careful, princess,” he murmured. That voice. Smooth. Playful. The kind of voice that could talk you into anything.
Your breath caught, and for a second you forgot the floor beneath your feet. His hand lingered just enough before letting go, and when you glanced up—there he was. Minato. He introduced himself casually, like he wasn’t dressed as your fictional husband. His Howl cloak draped lazily over the chair, wig gone now, revealing golden hair that suited him far too well.
“You’re staring,” he teased, leaning forward, his chin resting in his palm.
“Am not,” you lied. Badly.
“Mm,” he hummed, eyes glinting with mischief. “Then why’s your straw still untouched? You’ve been holding that drink hostage for five minutes.”
You groaned, hiding your face in your hands, which only made him laugh—warm and unrestrained, a sound that tugged at something deep inside your chest.
The conversation was easy after that. You talked about your favorite Ghibli movies, about the chaos of conventions, about the small joys of finding someone who understood exactly why you’d cry over a soundtrack. Minato was charming without trying, his compliments woven in so seamlessly you didn’t even catch them all until much later.
“You’ve got that Sophie energy,” he said at one point, voice thoughtful. “Like you don’t even realize how radiant you are until someone else points it out.”
Heat crept up your neck, and he only grinned at your flustered reaction.
Hours slipped by like minutes. By the time you both stepped out of the café, the sky had already softened into evening, warm light spilling across the streets. The crowd had thinned, the noise dimmed, leaving just the two of you walking side by side, shoulders brushing more often than not.
At one point, Minato draped his cloak around your shoulders, the fabric heavy and smelling faintly of him—clean, warm, something you couldn’t quite place but knew you’d never forget.
“You wear it better than me,” he said softly, close enough that the words brushed the shell of your ear.
You glanced at him, your lips parting on instinct, but no words came. The world felt quiet for once, like it was holding its breath, waiting.
He stopped walking then, turning to face you fully, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair away from your cheek. His eyes searched yours, patient yet certain, as if he was giving you every chance to step back.“Can I?” he asked, voice low, careful.
You nodded before you even realized it, and then his lips were on yours.
The kiss was slow, tender, nothing like the rushed, clumsy kisses you’d known before. It was Howl in the flesh—dramatic but gentle, like he was pouring every bit of warmth he had into you. When he finally pulled back, his forehead lingered against yours, and he whispered with a grin you felt against your lips:
“Guess I wasn’t acting after all.”
You laughed, breathless, tugging his cloak tighter around yourself. And for the first time all day, you realized something ridiculous: you’d walked into that convention thinking Howl was fiction, only to walk out realizing maybe he wasn’t. Not really.
Because Minato was real, and he was looking at you like you’d just stolen his heart.
mornin’ btw minato makes the best hot cocoa and adds slightly roasted (not normal) BUT slightly roasted marshmallows for you to munch on it with the drink the moment he sees the temperatures are lowering down. comes up with the most lovie dovie shit like — would draw a heart with a cupid’s arrow on your breakfast plate with a chocolate syrup sorta thing 😭
Hi there. Congrats on your 300 followers, my dear! I would like to participate in the match-up. Naruto fandom (male adult characters pls). People tell me I am sweet, thoughtful, creative, though a bit stubborn but kind. She/her. SFW pls. Thanks so much!
Anon, thanks for the ask… For you I’d choose Minato because he would love someone who was thoughtful and creative.
Today wasn’t just any day. It was Minato’s birthday, and since you’d been friends for a long time, you decided you’d get up early and do everything he’d like for his birthday. Who cares if Kushina was trying to date him too? You’d prove once and for all, that you and Minato would be the perfect couple.
So you asked him over for breakfast before training. He of course said yes, and when the doorbell rang you hurriedly ran to answer it.
“Minato!” You exclaimed as you pulled him in for a big hug.
“Y/N!” He smiled back happily while walking inside the familiar home. He followed you into the kitchen and sat down at the table.
“Sorry, this isn’t much, but I made you breakfast. Happy Birthday!” You said looking and the pitiful excuse for a meal. You really did try as hard as you could, but cooking wasn’t your strong suit.
“Thank you, that was very sweet of you, to try to cook breakfast for me.” He replied noting your sadness. He got up from his chair and wrapped his arms around you.
“It’s the thought that counts. How about we make breakfast together?” He asked with sincerity. You felt tears stinging in your eyes knowing that Kushina was probably way better at cooking then you.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Minato asked noticing the tears in your eyes. You shook your head no and buried your face deeper into your sleeves.
“I’ve known you for our whole lives, Y/N. You cannot hide anything from me.” He told you gently before patting your head. “I didn’t tell Kushina that I wouldn’t hang out with her just so you could pout, although very cutely, did I?”
You blushed deeply hiding your face and feelings from him. You didn’t want to move or think or even breath. He laughed at your antics, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
“There is only one person I want to spend my birthday, and hopefully future ones with.” He told you. “Now, let’s get to cooking.”
For a moment, you could see your future with Minato, having a family, cooking terribly, the late night conversations, it all was in the palm of your hands.
Summary: Canon divergent AU. Danzo steals the two Uzumaki sisters from their village and seals the Kyuubi inside one of them. He separates them and keeps the Jinchuuriki captive in the Root headquarters. When she grows up alone, until the Hokage orders Danzo to have her trained to fight. Her new tutor arrives, and he’s nothing like she expected. He’s kind and he cares for her. His name is Minato.
Characters: Y/N (Female Reader as the Jinchuuriki), Minato, Danzo, and Kushina
A/N: To the lovely @itsao-mine for requesting and waiting so long, I apologize, you’re my most loyal reader. I hope you really do enjoy this, because it took me so long to write. I think it’s a warm story that you’ll like. To everyone else, I hope you love this story too. I apologize in advance for my incompetence in writing fight scenes. Remember requests are open. Enjoy and be kind <3
Word Count: 4,624
The Jinchuuriki
“From now on, you’re not sisters anymore” you didn’t understand what the man was saying. His face instilled a deep fear in you, as you imagined farfetched stories about how he got that ugly scar on his chin. His uncovered eye made you uneasy, and the covered one, even more.
You clutched Kushina’s hand tighter with your own small one, and looked at her in search of the reassurance that this man was lying.
You and your sister had been plucked from your home, your village, and everything you knew by this man and brought to the Leaf Village without any explanation about it. The only thing you knew was that something in your Uzumaki lineage made you the perfect vessel for a weapon that the Leaf Elders were desperate to keep and control. Your 8 year old brain didn’t fully grasp what this meant, but Kushina and you’d overheard that in a conversation two of the ANBU ninjas had on your way to your new village.
You noticed a streak of sadness cross your sister’s face and your stomach twisted inside you. The man, Danzo they called him, harshly grabbed both yours and your sister’s wrists and tore your hands apart. He handed each of you to a masked ninja, a rabbit and a bear, and you never saw each other again.
They put you through the worst nightmare you couldn’t even have imagined. They locked you up in a dark room, and when they finally let you see light, it was only to painfully seal a demon in you, using the techniques stolen from your family.
You felt the beast stir inside you at night. Now, alone, you cried yourself to sleep and imagined Kushina’s arms wrapped around you, her soft voice singing slightly off-key the lullaby your aunt had taught you, while the personification of hate growled from within your gut.
The first months were pure hell to you, you’d go on rampages and destroy everything in sight, using the beast’s chakra and your own rage. This earned you being put in a cell and chained with chakra suppressing metals. Then, it was just you and him. The Kyuubi became your only company, aside from the guard who slipped your food through the slot once a day who’d never even glanced at you.
The Kyuubi hated you and you hated him, however you soon discovered that you both hated Danzo and Root, the people who’d turned him into a weapon and you into a vessel, even more. The realization brought you two closer. Eventually, he saw himself in your pain and told you that as you were missing a sister, he was missing siblings too.
They’d also been turned into weapons, and you assumed, that wherever Kushina was, she was probably being used to meet this organization’s needs. Though a part of you still liked to imagine that while you were here, she was back home. Her skin soaking up the rays of the sun, her beautiful red hair flowing with the wind, as she ran across the village, to the place where you’d both built a tree house and told stories about other worlds you’d one day go to.
“Listen to me, child” the beast, no, Kurama, told you “I’m willing to lend you my power if you’ll use it carefully and wisely. Only if you promise me, swear to me, that you’ll use it to destroy those who wronged us” and with that, you sealed your fate.
After that day, you became the docile Jinchuuriki Danzo wanted you to be, and earned his trust.
One day, we are going to bite back and he won’t notice until it’s too late.
That was 13 years ago.
Danzo had brought someone who trained you as a medical ninja. You didn’t know their name, not even what their face looked like, it was always fully covered, and you knew they were holding back in their teachings. You helped your teacher heal the injured Root members who came back from missions, serving only as a minor assistant. They had only taught you how to do basic things like heal cuts faster or mend a broken bone, but they never let you learn any just that required a large amount of chakra usage. Still, you obeyed silently.
You were almost sure Danzo no longer saw you as a threat, and the many years that had passed since you last had a rampage, put him in a comfortable spot. However you were still surprised when he appeared in your room just before you were going to sleep and announced
“The Hokage and the elders are pressuring me by saying that it’s about time you learned to defend yourself, after all, you just turned 21 and you don’t know much about fighting. Tomorrow a ninja sent by them will be coming to start training you here on grounds. He’ll be staying here as long as it takes for you to be at least competent in deflecting a few attacks. However, this won’t be free for you. If you want to train, you’d better get information about Sarutobi from him, and pass it on to me. I can’t refuse their orders, but I can’t help it if you have some sort of accident that puts you in a temporary physical (idk the word for this)”
Your blood runs cold in your veins. You know he wasn’t joking, when he made a threat he went through with it. You just nodded and assured him that you’d try to get any information for him. He left as fast as he came, and spent the rest of the night imagining what your new tutor would be like.
Would they be as impersonal as your medical tutor? Without an identity? A name? Or would it be someone as scary as Danzo? That would make it hard for you to get the information you had to pass on to him. You couldn’t lose this chance to train. It was the moment you and Kurama had been waiting for.
When you enter the training room you expect so many things, except what you see. A cheerful smile meets your sight, bright yellow hair with the ability to light the whole room up, and a silky warm voice.
“You must be Y/N” he says “so pleased to meet you. I’m Minato and I’ll be tutoring you under the Hokage’s orders.”
You’re shocked to be met with such kindness. It’s been so long since someone spoke to you like you were an actual person, that you don’t really know what to say.
“Do you have any previous knowledge on controlling chakra or doing any sort of jutsu? I just want to know where to start so you feel comfortable.”
Again, you stay silent. Nobody has thought about your wellbeing in so long, and this stranger is worried about you feeling uncomfortable. He’s perceptive, so he notices your stiff posture and your nerves.
“Hey it’s okay, we don’t have to do much today. You can just walk around the room and play a bit with the equipment so you get used to it. I’ll just stay in a corner until you feel more comfortable in my presence.”
“No—“ you quickly say “walk around with me. Please. Show me how to be a Kunoichi.”
“Alright” he chuckles a bit. “Let me show you the ninja packs first.”
He reaches for one of them and proceeds to pull out a few weapons. He names all of them to you and lets you hold them.
Then he explains a few basic concepts on fighting and has you do some simple exercises to control chakra. Since you know medical ninjutsu, it’s easy for you, but at the end of the practice, you’re still tired.
The first training session gave you a feeling of intrigue, and you start looking forward to the rest. Each day, you start enjoying it more and you get better.
Minato is a patient and determined teacher, and he starts becoming the only friend you’ve had.
You two start joking around during the sessions, and time flies by while you’re with him.
He has you practice different concepts, and also train your body so you have more physical endurance.
When he sees you getting better, he starts challenging you to different competitions. Some test strength, others speed, and your favorite, strategical thinking, Minato almost always wins, but you’re satisfied to notice you’re getting better each time.
Once he challenges you to a race, and he takes you outside for it, but the middle of the way, you step on a rock and twist your ankle.
“Damn! Next time I’ll get ya! Yaknow??” You shout after him.
He comes back to scoop you up from the ground. You thought it was such a gentlemanly action, until you hear him let out a loud laughter.
“Why are you laughing?” You ask, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Nothing bad I swear” he chuckles again “It’s just, the way you talk. It reminds me of a good friend of mine. Actually you remind me a lot of her. She’s as feisty as you, and also very talented.”
He says as he carries you back.
“Kushina” you whisper. “She’s alive”
“What? You know her?”
A single tear rolls down your cheek.
“I once knew her.” You say simply “Can you tell me more about her?”
His heart softens when he sees your pleading eyes.
“Sure, if you want me to. I don’t really know what to say though” he starts.
You arrive at your room and he settles you down on the bed.
“Is she happy?”
“I guess so. She’s a fighter. She used to get bullied, for her red hair” You remember how her soft strands felt in your fingers. All your childhood you’d envied her beautiful hair, now you longed to run your hands through it once more. You couldn’t believe people would make fun of her for such a beautiful trait. “She kicked all their asses though, and she made friends. True ones.”
“Like you?”
“Yeah”
He spent the whole evening telling you stories about your sister, making you laugh like you hadn’t done in so long. He brought you sweets he stole from the kitchen, as he went to pick up more ice for your ankle, and he stayed with you, to help you heal.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you got injured today, so we can still see each other tomorrow”
You smile and nod. If Danzo knew you couldn’t train, he’d bar you from your time with Minato. He already tried to reduce your training time too much, only because Minato insisted you needed more practice, arguing that it was harder for you to learn these things as an adult.
You rest for three days. Minato is more than happy to share more stories about your sister, and also some about his three young students he’s very attached to.
“Kakashi is full of sadness, but he has a huge heart. Obito is a bit clumsy, but he’s the full spirit of the team, he’ll do great things someday. Finally, Rin is the glue holding them together, she’s reliable and kind. You’d love them.” All this kept you wondering what life was like outside these quarters. Minato’s stories were full of magic, and they made you so happy. He tends to you perfectly and then in a flash, your ankle is as good as new.
He starts training you again, and it becomes your favorite time of the day. You can feel your body get stronger each time. He lets you practice different types of jutsu and you’re happy to discover that while they’re challenging, it’s very rewarding to master them. The confidence between you and your tutor grows, as well as your own self confidence. Maybe your goal of fighting your captor is closer than you think.
“Why do they keep you here?” He asks puzzled after you finish taking down one of his shadow clones with the shuriken jutsu he taught you “Why didn’t you go to the academy, and instead waited until this age to learn how to fight? You’re clearly a natural, it would’ve helped so much if we could have gotten you on a shinobi team.”
“Minato, there’s something I need to tell you.” The words scrape your throat, but you gather the courage to spit them out anyway “I’m being kept here as a prisoner, ever since I was chosen as the nine tails jinchuuriki”
He furrows his brow, clearly not understanding what you just said. Fear crawls through your veins and you instantly regret saying that. He’ll stop seeing me the same way now.
“Kushina is the Jinchuuriki”
“No, that’s not possible, there’s only one Kurama, and it’s sealed inside me”
“Everyone in the village knows she’s the Jinchuuriki, Y/N, even the Hokage has acknowledged it” he says it with such certainty that you almost believe it for a minute. Maybe the beast inside you was imaginary all along, but then he goes pale. Pale as if he’d seen a ghost, no, worse, as if he’d just found an answer to this confusion.
“No, the Hokage is the one who ordered Danzo to keep me here.”
Minato pauses for a second
“Y/N, I need you to do something for me,” there’s not much you feel you can do but you nod once, waiting for his instruction “can you call the Kyuubi forth and let him speak to me?”
“His name is Kurama, he doesn’t like being called Kyuubi” you snap, and then clasp a hand over your mouth as you realize how rude you’re being to the only person that you know who truly cares about you.
“It’s okay, I know it’s hard. Don’t worry about me” he smiles and warmth spreads in your chest “I’ll be kind to him”
You believe him, and Kurama does too, so you switch.
“Kid” he says simply
“So it’s true”
“It depends”
“On what?”
“On what you think is the truth”
“The truth is that Y/N is the real Jinchuuriki, and that Danzo lied to the Hokage and the whole village by telling them Kushina was your vessel. The fact here is that the Jinchuuriki out there is a lie, and he’s keeping the real one hidden”
“You’re a smart one, and yes, there’s truth among your words. The question is, are you going to stop Danzo before he turns us into a weapon with no self control? I can lend Y/N my power, but I can’t fight for her if she doesn’t make her body strong first. If she doesn’t learn how to properly control chakra, it’ll be for nothing”
Kurama switches with you again, and the worried expression in Minato’s face triggers something in you.
He explains everything to you. Root has been telling everyone including the Hokage your sister is the Jinchuuriki, while keeping you hidden here. Most likely Danzo has a plan to use you later to gain more power. The realization makes your stomach drop to your knees.
“I’m scared” you say.
“Shh as long as I’m with you, you’ll be okay. I’ll protect you. We’ll stop Danzo together, the only thing we need to do is make your body stronger, but it’ll be easy since you’re already naturally talented.”
You feel so confident because of him, that without thinking you press your lips against his. He’s startled for a second, but then he moves, responding to your body. With that kiss, you give yourself to him. His hands travel to your waist, holding you tight, telling you, you’re something he’s not willing to lose.
You tangle your hands in his hair, and he utters a soft groan in response. Encouraged, you deepen the kiss and press your warm body closer to his. Your tongues dance hot around one another, coordinating perfectly between longing and pleasure. You stroke his neck, then grasp the collar of his shirt. His hands start to travel under your shirt, sending an ecstatic feeling through your body. You moan, thrusting your hips forward, needing to feel his touch everywhere. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he breaks the kiss, leaving your mouth cold with his own mouth’s absence.
He presses his forehead against yours, and stares deeply into your eyes, seeing right through to your very soul. His eyes transport you to a place where nothing can touch you, where you feel safe.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
“Minato, I want you. I want this. Please.”
You see a golden spark in his eyes, and he smiles relieved, it’s clear he wants this as much as you.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything”
You always thought being touched by someone would be scary, but now, standing with him here, desire overcomes you. Love, overcomes you. He is the person you want to spend every single moment of the day with, and give it all to. Something in you knows
“Promise me that if you feel unsafe, or it hurts, or you simply don’t want to do it anymore, you’ll tell me.”
How much he cares for you makes your heart melt, you nod, giving him the confirmation he needs, and this time it’s him who initiates the kiss. Just like that, in a small corner of the training room where nobody can see you and nobody can hear you, where it’s just you two, Minato makes your inexperienced, touch starved body, feel loved for the first time.
The month passes in a breeze. You keep training together, and gaining more control over your own body. Minato says that you’re learning at an extraordinary speed, but part of it, you owe it to Kurama. He’s been lending you chakra and helping you every step, and you feel the bond between you get stronger.
Aside from that, Minato has been feeling uneasy by the discovery on Danzo’s deception, however he couldn’t report anything until he knew more.
Spying on Danzo proved less difficult than he initially thought it would be. He knew Danzo felt confident here in his territory, and though he’d mistrusted him since he arrived on the Hokage’s orders, Danzo thought he was being smarter than Minato. That’s why he’d grown careless, and now as Minato was walking back to his quarters, he heard a subordinate address the man.
“Lord Danzo, I have disturbing news for you”
Minato walked closer to the room to hear better, effectively disguising himself against the wall.
“What is it this time? Can we deal with it?” Danzo replied.
“It’s the Jinchuuriki”
Minato’s heart stopped for a second at the mention of you.
“What in the world has that cursed girl done now?” he says with an annoyed sigh “She’s been more trouble than she’s worth”
His subordinate kept quiet, unsure if he should go on with the report.
“Well? Out with it” Danzo ordered, exasperated.
“She’s…” the subordinate trembles, in response to the rage he already feels coming “pregnant”
Minato’s brain goes blank, all that he can think of now is getting you and his unborn child out of here.
Danzo’s visible eye rages, but his demeanor remains calm.
“We just found out, during her routine check up.” The ninja explains.
“But how?” Danzo asks, more to himself than to the other person, after a few seconds it dawns on him “That damned Minato. It seems he’s not only training our weapon.”
The old man thinks for a bit, then says
“Bring the other girl. It’s about time we got rid of this one. After all she’s been nothing but a disappointment.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Get everything ready to extract and seal the beast into the new vessel tonight. Oh and don’t tell Sarutobi anything. After all, he thinks the girl we have here is the back up. We’ll just say she died under mysterious circumstances, and turn the one he thinks is the Jinchuuriki into the actual Jinchuuriki. Nobody needs to know I’ve had the Kyuubi hidden here all along.”
Minato has no more time. He has to do something before they hurt you.
Stay calm, he tells himself. He takes a deep breath, and when his hands stop shaking, he teleports to your room, where you are already getting into bed.
“Minato?” You say at the sight of him “What are you doing here? If Danzo knows you’re here he’ll punish us both”
“Y/N, we don’t have much time, you’re in danger”
“What? What do you mean? Why?”
“Do you feel different somehow? Physically I mean”
“Well, I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I’ve been more tired than usual, and I’ve had a bit of nausea, but it’s because of the strain my body’s been through with the training, right? It happens to everybody. Plus I just had my regular check up with the other medical ninjas and they said I was fine.”
“Y/N, I really hate to tell you the news this way, because it should be something happy, but, I just overheard Danzo and another shinobi talking. You’re pregnant.”
Your body feels numb, and the whole world starts spinning around you.
“I’m what?” You whisper. Tears have started flowing and you place your hands on your belly. The only thing you can feel now is fear, for the little life growing inside of you, product of the deep love Minato and you feel for each other.
“Hey beautiful, be happy.” He reaches out and wipes the tears from your cheeks “We’re going to raise this child together, I promise, we’ll get married and Kushina can be your bridesmaid. You’ll be together again. I’m going to get you both out of here now, but we need to act fast.”
You don’t spare another moment, you trust him completely, so you’re willing to do anything he tells you. You look at him determined.
“I trust you. Let’s do it, but let me fight too, I know I’m strong enough now.”
“But the baby”
This time it’s Kurama who answers
“Will be fine. I’ll make a shield of chakra and he’ll be protected. Both Y/N and him.”
Minato thanks him, and you also feel grateful towards the creature who’s been living inside you for so long. You can’t believe how close you’ve grown to him, he’s not a weapon and you won’t let Danzo turn him into one.
You take Minato’s hand and he teleports the two of you to the entrance of the Root Headquarters.
Danzo and a dozen of his Root subordinates are already there waiting for you.
“I knew you’d try to steal my tailed beast once you found out I had it here. I just didn’t know you’d put a brat in his vessel. You’re a quick one, Yellow Flash” Danzo mocks Minato. “However, you can’t teleport your way out of here. You know my barrier blocks all of your markers outside of it.”
Minato’s grip on your hand tightens, but you see he’s still calm, not playing into Danzo’s game.
“I’m sorry, but you won’t be taking my best weapon tonight. The new vessel is already on her way, and by the time she arrives, this one and your unborn kid will be dead. Seize them and start the extraction of the beast.” He orders his fighters.
A dozen of the most skilled, battle seasoned ninja charge towards you and though you thought you’d be ready for this, you find yourself frozen.
A glance from Minato, however, gives you all the courage you need.
“I know you can do it. Just remember what we did during training. I’ve got your back.”
So, the fighting starts.
Minato moves gracefully, only aiming to injure, not to kill. Preserving his rage only for Danzo. In just a few minutes, he manages to disable 4 enemies, giving you two the advantage.
You’re less agile than him, which is understandable, due to your inexperience, but Kurama’s strength makes up for it. You only manage to fight off one enemy, using the jutsu Minato taught you, realizing just how effective it is and feeling proud of yourself for being able to defend the attacks.
While you’re fighting his ninja, Danzo is only watching from afar. It seems his confidence diminishes with each shinobi that is taken down by you, but it’s not enough to wipe the smug smile from his face.
With trouble, you take on two more enemies, barely getting by. You wipe a little blood from your face, and reach instinctively towards your stomach, as if the gesture could reassure the baby everything would be alright.
Minato, already finished with the other Root agents, charges towards Danzo and engages in a fight with him.
The old man is more skilled than you’d imagined. Their bodies move at a fast speed, and you can barely keep up with what’s happening. The fight is too confusing for you to follow, but at some point you’re able to notice that Minato has a slight advantage. Younger, faster, and more skilled, the man you love is giving everything to protect his family against the man who would kill you.
Suddenly there’s a flash of red, and you can’t tell whose blood it is.
Your heart stops.
Minato is on the ground, pale and bleeding from a large cut on his back.
“Y/N stay away!” He shouts
You don’t understand how Danzo managed to hurt him this way, but you don’t care.
You call Kurama, and feel his power rushing through you.
Your mind goes blank with anger, and hot chakra seeps out of you, transforming you into a small version of the Kyuubi.
Then you attack Danzo with all your might.
It’s over in a few seconds. His body is barely recognizable after you’re finished with him.
You go back to being yourself, kurama’s power retreating into you.
Your body feels heavy and then you lose consciousness.
When you open your eyes again, there’s a bright light in your face. You rub your eyes and try to adjust.
“Minato?”
“He’s alive, Y/N” a familiar voice says “Thankfully you three are alive. Nobody can hurt you anymore”
“Kushina” you say as her soft hand reaches rub your belly “I’ve missed you so much”
“And I’ve missed you, little sister” she replies “There’s so much I have to tell you and so much you have to tell me, but all in due time. The good thing is you’re awake now and in good hands. We’re in the Konoha hospital, there’s only kind people here”
You can see her face now. She’s grown to become so beautiful, and you experience a type of peace you haven’t felt in so long.
“Minato is already in rehabilitation, he’s very strong, yaknow? That’s why the baby you’re carrying survived, must be his Namikaze genes combined with your Uzumaki ones”
“Kushina, I’d like you to be the baby’s godmother. I want us to be a family again”
She grips your hand tighter in response and nods happily
“Of course we will be”
Days later, when you’re finally out of the hospital, Minato and you get married in a small ceremony. Only his closest friends, his three students –Kakashi, Obito and Rin– and your sister are present, but that is all you need. You wear a simple dress that Kushina helped you embroider with a beautiful flowery pattern. You let your hair loose, and put a single white orchid close to your left ear. It’s the happiest day of your life. Minato looks dashing as ever, and he receives you with that wonderful smile of his, ready to join his life to yours forever.
8 months later, you both welcome your son. You decide to name him Naruto.
hi im back with request lol 😂. btw can i request minato x tomboy fem reader? thank you 😁
minato with a tomboy gf
hope you enjoy!
minato wouldn’t really mind that you’re a tomboy
he loves to tease you about it sometimes
“aww y/n look at that dress, i bet it would look so pretty on you!”
being a tomboy, you were very athletic and skilled as a ninja which minato appreciated and applauds
you guys are a very strong duo!!
a lot of girls will flirt with him right in front of you, not realizing the two of you are dating
he just sheepishly laughs, hand scratching the back of his neck as he takes your hand in his, “sorry heheh, but i’m with my lovely girlfriend right now.”
every girl is jealous of you honestly
if you’re ever feeling insecure or unworthy of his love he comforts you asap!!
“honey, i fell in love with your heart, not your appearance. even if you’re the most beautiful girl alive, that’s just a plus!” he chuckles while hugging you
whenever you do decide to dress up a bit, rolled in a dress or skirt and maybe a cute hairdo he sputters, his face a bit red
“oh my... you look gorgeous.” he would say while tilting your head up with his fingers to smile at you
