Naruto Various x Reader/Ship [One Shot/Lemon]

O, Captain! My Captain! (Yamato x f!reader) 🍋

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, praise, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, role play (RP), alcohol consumption, cinnamon roll Yamato

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You weren't sure if it was the ungodly heat of the summer night or the panging of your nervous system that made your palms sweat like Babe the Pig, but either way, your stomach felt like it was doing an entire gymnastics routine as you marched along the streets, bottle of booze in hand, towards Yamato's apartment. The night sky was clear and cloudless, endless clusters of stars guiding your way to your best friend's front door.

You loved this tradition the two of you had, pre-gaming together before you finally met up with the group halfway through the night, able to be completely drunk already and saving money on alcohol while also saving yourselves from the torture of having to bar hop to, inevitably, three totally different bars. Showing up near the end, the two of you were always able to get in a few dances before parting from the group with an Irish Goodbye, your friends so blackout by that point that they were none-the-wiser.

You had on your favorite long, flowy dark dress with sleeves that fanned out from your arms, your hair styled with various gleaming gemstones sprinkled throughout it. It always made you feel like a fantasy witch when you went out dancing in this dress, the sleeves turning into haunting wings as you glided around the dance floor and parted it like the Red Sea. The humidity in the air clung to your skin as your dress slightly stuck to your hot skin, draping you in black fabric, tiny beads of sweat dripping down your forehead.

You gave your signature two-knocks onto Yamato's front door - a secret code the two of you had since you both had crippling anxiety about answering the door to strangers - and your best friend opened it immediately, his white teeth beaming down at you as he gave you a bright smile.

"I think you forgot your bats at home," He joked as he moved aside to let you enter through his doorway, giving you a gentle tap on the shoulder as you passed by him.

"Hilarious, Yamato," You said, placing the booze down on the counter and immediately rummaging through his cabinets, pulling out two shot glasses. "Really, have you considered a career in stand-up?"

"Yes," He replied, opening the bottle of tequila and pouring a shot for you first. "But then I decided to be merciful and save people from the unknown misery Comedian Yamato would surely provide to the world."

You giggled a little louder than necessary and linked your arm with his, looping them together like you always did for the first shot of the night, bracing to swig the shots back at the same time. "Okay, ready?"

"Yup," He popped the 'p' as he leaned down to be closer at eye-level with you. "On three, okay?" You nodded. "One, two, three!"

You each swung your heads back, the tequila burning down your throat and seeping into your stomach. You felt your lips pucker as you unclasped your arm from Yamato's and squeaked, slamming the shot glass down onto the counter. You fanned your face as you licked your hand, frantically sprinkling salt onto it, before tonguing it clean. Yamato laughed heartily as he carefully set his glass down, giving you an inquisitive look.

"You're supposed to do that first," He stated matter-of-factly as he watched you with amusement.

You groaned. "I know that! I got too excited. It's been awhile since I've had alcohol." He hesitated pouring your next shot and you tilted your head at him. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," He responded, pouring his own shot. "I just don't want to overwhelm you. You'll tell me if it's too much, right?"

You laughed as you sprinkled more salt onto the wet side of your hand, smiling up at him. "It's one shot, Yammy. I'll be fine."