“won’t you come and kiss my troubles away?” then he malfunctioned like a robot that had water spilled on it. why did you have to say something that made his heart beat so fast it stopped? just a few words had turned him into a complete mess —cheesy, blushing, utterly overwhelmed.
believing you loved him was one thing, but your boldness took him to another planet, leaving him no time to process your love. he literally forgot everything —about life and himself. you had a crazy way of telling him that when he kissed you, everything was fine.
IZUKU, denki, shoto, shinso [bnha], ZENITSU, giyuu, genya [kny], HINATA, YAMAGUCHI, TANAKA, iwaizumi, kyotani, GOSHIKI, yamamoto, bokuto [hq], NARUTO, sasuke, minato, LEE [naruto], ISAGI, ness, BARO, SENDO [bllk], YUTA, inumaki, haibara, IJICHI [jjk], and you can add whoever you want think fits.
˚. ୭ 𝗕𝐀𝗕𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐒. texts with my fave naruto men .ᐟ
in which tobirama, minato, kakashi, shisui, itachi, and sasuke .ᐟ babysit your younger brother while you’re away with varying levels of... success? cw. some inappropriate jokes, these men have terrible baby fever, also some of them are NOT trusted adults unfortunately.
cw; cockwarming, slight hair pulling, slight mention of spanking, nothing toooo major just a small drabble :)
OF COURSE you always wore the pride of being the fourth hokage’s wife, you were always so proud of him, always making sure to let everyone know how much of a hard worker he was. yes, it was an amazing role you played, but truth be told there was something that always seemed to get under your skin about your husband. of course, as the village’s leader, he was always so busy. you would stay up hours after preparing dinner for the two of you, but alas he would never arrive. most of your mornings consisted of arriving at the hokage’s office to awaken minato from his slumber, provide him a satisfying back massage and starting him off straight for a day full of paperwork. although you missed hugging him to sleep, enjoying supper with one another, and being able to chat amongst each other; there was truly one thing you craved every second the day.
with all the workload minato has, it has been entirely too long since you had been able to be intimate together, and god has that been tearing you to shreds. you were tired of the aimless attempts at finding intimacy with your husband, wearing your lingerie dresses, or kissing him passionately— no, this never succeeded due to his all time favorite excuse. ‘babe i’m sorry but I really do need to finish this paperwork.’
It was nighttime as of now, the streets and alleys of konoha were empty with only the lights from the food courts or house lamps brightening your path. the walk to the hokage's office was different this time, you didn’t carry with you a bento box nor a change of comfortable clothes for minato. no, it was just you in a sleeping gown that stopped just above your knees. as your knuckles produced a beat against the wooden door, a smile creeped upon your lips.
“proceed!”
the door creaked as you peeked a part of your face in before stepping inside as you closed it behind you. “well goodnight to you too, minato!” you smirked, taunting him playfully as you made your way to his desk.
his arms reached out for you, pushing himself away from the desk and turning towards you; wrapping his arms around your waist as he laid his head beneath your breasts. his lips murmured against the fabric of your clothing, “i’m sorry sweetheart, i know i promised to be home tonight for dinner—“
you shushed him as your fingers combed through his golden locks, “mmm, it’s okay baby, i understand that’s why i came to you instead.”
he smiled, causing the bags beneath his eyes to reappear. “thank you, you’re just what I needed today. it’s been so busy, assigning all these missions and having meetings with the elders— i mean really i should continue to fill out all this paperwork—“
you cut him off again, grabbing a hold of one of his hands, placing yourself on his lap; doing this you resealed his arms around you. you tilted your head up at him, your thumb and index finger resting on his chin. “don’t worry, I'll still let you do your silly little paperwork.” you nibbled on his bottom lip, licking it gently waiting for him to accept your invitation.
he grunted softly, taking the side of your face into his open palm. he ravished your lips completely, grunting into your mouth every time his teeth grazed the fat of your lips. in moments he was panting and you could feel the warmth of his boner poke against your thighs. “shit, how long has it been…?” he held onto your hips as he stationed you against the counter, rocking himself in his office chair. he bowed his head down, kissing your neck and down your collarbone. “‘m sorry..baby…i’ve just been so busy…” he planted kissed along your skin in between words, his cock twitching at every moan that slipped past your lips. “i..i really do need to finish this stack, at least— promise… then we can conti—“
you rolled your eyes, how absurd! how dare he try to ruin this moment, you would be an idiot to let this happen again. you thrashed your hips, riding your cunt against his hard-on. your sighed contently as a groan escaped him, “really babe…? can’t you feel how wet i am?”you swayed your hips, pushing yourself off of the leaning stance he had you at; one hand on his thigh and the other lazily cupping his cheek. “jus’ slip it in, and i’ll be a good girl for you and let you work, does that sound good?”
he huffed, “fuck, you’re too good at convincing me darling.” he chewed down on his lip, setting you up on his desk with little to no effort. he was frantically unbuttoning his pants, lifting himself up before letting his length slip out. you could feel the drool pool in your mouth, he was so thick and swollen with pre-cum oozing out his pink tip.
you pushed yourself off the desk, propping your feet on both sides of him before slowly lowering yourself down on him. your fingers trembled with excitement, pushing your panties to the side before beginning to slip his length in. the two of you synced in with a grunt, “s-shit, minato..!” you squeezed around him, shutting your eyes shut as your mouth hung open.
minato moaned, gasping at the small recoils that you did with your hips. “fuck i’ve missed you so much, you take me in so perfectly…” he whispered in your hear, hushed as he didn’t want to alert any of the hidden ninja along the building.
you moaned before turning your back on him, your hand finding its way behind you to readjust his cock inside of you. “mm, i don’t think so… c’mon don’t you have work to f-finish up?” you teased him, slamming your hips down on him.
he whimpered at the back of your neck, his lips painting sloppy kisses. “please, don’t do this…” his teeth dug into you, shooting you with immediate arousal. “don’t you wanna get fucked and filled up anyways, doll?” he grinned against your skin, his hands taking a handful of your ass, surfacing you up in the air before colliding his hips against your lower half.
you winced, throwing your head back with a grunt. “oh fuck!” you yelped as he pounded you, rising you up and slamming you back down— you took in how thick and lengthy he truly was.
his hand collided with the fat of your ass, “that’s a good girl taking all of this dick in you, you missed it huh?” his fingers tugged on your hair, forcing you to look back upon his eyes. “i wanna fuck you on this desk and throw all this damn paper off here so bad… you really don’t know much i’ve missed you.” he let go of the grip he had on your hair, hugging you from the back as his hand found a pen. “but you’re gonna wait like a good girl right? gonna help me fill out all these papers so we can finish…” he kissed along your shoulders, “gotta finish quick… needa make up for all the lost time…” he was drowsy and drunk off your essence, keeping your cunt warm with his member parked inside of you.
minato grinned as you rushed to read and fill out forms, he was so glad you came to visit him that night. truthfully, he was waiting for the day you’d surprise him like this. he wanted nothing more than to take you right there in the office that throned him as leader of his village; now that would be true pride.
makoto is a pretty quiet guy and even when dating you, it takes him a while to get out of his shell. but it's the little things he does that show you how much he loves you!
his love language is physical touch. he's always resting his hand on top of yours, always holds you close or gets in your personal space. he's not the typical clingy boyfriend you might imagine, but there are constantly small touches!
makoto also shares his things with you! he'll let you have one side of his headphones (& introduces you to his favorite music in the process), shares his food with you or lets you wear his clothes!
he’s also pretty protective of you! not just in the typical way where he'll be around you at all times in tartarus, but he'll always have one of his friends keep an eye on you, whenever he's not there to protect you himself!
makoto a quietly jealous person. he never makes a scene but he'll pout a bit and glare when he notices someone be a bit too friendly with you. he might even be jealous of your friends at times, but once he gets to know them better, that jealous fades
Thinking about harbouring the most atrocious crush on him.
He's the dearest friend you've had since forever and you don't remember when or how this thing started but it hits you like a ton of bricks in the middle of the night, sitting on the kitchen counter and him making whatever shitty blend of coffee he's thought of. He's never been good at that.
Your gorgeous, gorgeous man.
Not yours. Not yours. Not yours. You chant in your head but it's a fruitless endeavor. Your foolish heart always mistakes his one act of kindness, one sweet smile, his gentle assurances, and the way he focuses his undivided attention on you, for something more. For something like... Love.
He does that for everyone! You tell your heart, but the stupid thing never listens to reason does it?
He looks at you, curiosity apparent in his eyes probably wondering what the hell is going on in your head and you realize you haven't said anything in the long while you've been admiring staring at him. And so you open your mouth to say something, God, anything at all. But then—
He tilts his head, his hair swaying with the motion and falling perfectly into place like dominoes, the action so endearing you have to catch your breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and clutch the counter in a death grip lest you do something idiotic like rush into his arms and melt in his embrace.
God above, how you'd love to do just that.
"Are you alright?" He asks, so kind even though you're acting quite pathetic. You're acting as if it's been 9 long years apart instead of the 9 hours you hadn't seen him. His mother really raised him to be a gentleman, you think. And a heartbreaker, you add a beat later. You can only imagine how you look to him, like a deer caught in headlights, hair, a tangled mess and—oh God you're wearing your ugliest pyjamas! You just wanted to dig a hole and lie in it for eternity.
Still he looks at you so affectionately.
He moves forward, each step feels like a hammer against your heart as he moves closer to you. You gasp, wide-eyed you look around vehemently for something to stop him. You're not prepared for this. You know the proximity, his scent engulfing your senses would turn you into a bigger fool.
But you find nothing and now he's standing so close, towering over you even with the added height of the kitchen counter. He's so ridiculously tall. He's perfect. He's within reach and your hands tremble. Every bone in your body wanted to assimilate into his.
"Why won't you look at me?" He can't be this oblivious. Surely, he must have suspected something, it's not like you're being subtle.
You breathe deeply to calm down but even that comfort is stolen from you as his scent surrounds you and diffuses into your blood and messes with your brain. As if his presence alone wasn't enough.
"Have I done something wrong? Is that why you're avoiding me?" His fingers graze your chin and you have to bite back the indecent sound you almost let out. He lifts your head and you feel the self-restraint snap inside you.
"Yes!" You yell in his face. Desperate now, you wanted to hide far, far away from him. Being around him was too dangerous. He was too dangerous.
"Oh," His tone is so despondent, your heart wrenches at the thought of him being sad because of you. His hand falls from your face and you mourn the loss, the grief buried for the time being for other important emotions. "Please tell me what I did so I can fix it right away. I can't stand the thought of you being mad at me."
You wanted to cry.
Your chest feels tight and heavy and you can't breathe properly. All you know is that you have to get out of here and now. So you say the first thought in your head then turned swiftly and ran like they were rats hot on your trail.
"Stop being so attractive!"
You know your mind will never let you live it down but you think screaming into a pillow might help.
