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Tobirama, Kakashi and Itachi's reaction to you saying the safe word😆

Using The Safe Word Hc || Naruto characters x reader

Including : Tobirama Senju, Kakashi Hatake and Itachi Uchiha

A/n : Okay now this was so fun to write. Thank you so much for the idea and I really hope you'll like it ! Also @mithology-marveloholick I outdid myself for you in the first part 😎

Warnings : No mention of gender ( unless that one time I wrote "clit" ) reader feels bad about using the safe word but their partner is understanding, rough sex, mention of breeding, marking, wall sex, mating press, doggy style, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1791

Tobirama Senju :

He is a big softie just like his brother you can’t change my mind. He is just more talented to hide it

He only let his sensitivity express itself with you, and only during moments of vulnerability. Like in the evening before going to bed, in the morning when getting up, in the shower and well during love making

He always wants to do his best no matter what field he's in ( I see him a bit like Katsuki Bakugo )

So he'd done all the necessary research and had come across the existence of the safe word. The aim of which was to warn the partner with a word to signify that you wanted to stop for whatever reason. He found it interesting because the inventiveness of the word prevented it from being confused with another or a "stop" which could be misunderstood in a non/con intercourse

You'd never really needed to use the safe word because most of the time he was very gentle, his hips moving slowly and sensually, while his mouth sought yours out in loving lingering kisses

Except that today, soft and slow wasn’t really was he intended to do nor what he needed

And that’s how you ended up there on all four on your bed as he railed you from behind

His hand found purchases on the flesh of your hips as his finger dug in your skin. The rapid slapping sound of skin only proved the intensity with which he was taking you

A low growl came from his throat as he felt your walls tighten around his throbbing length. He pulled your hair to make your hair turn towards him. As son as he saw your fucked out expression he inched forward and slipped his tongue inside your mouth

Damn he was so hungry for you today. You wonder what had happened during his day

But your investigation could not continue as his hand left your hip and passed in front of you to make rapid circles on your clit. His touch was so much rougher than usual that it made your hips buck forward

But after some time you started to feel overwhelmed. You guessed he wanted to make it last as long as possible and for that he needed to edge you, just like he was doing for himself

You legs started to quiver and close but he kept them from closing - I mean he couldn’t really know yet

As you felt him deny you a nth orgasm though you couldn’t take it anymore “Sh- shadow” you mumbled as tears started to well up in your eye, you were this close from having drool leaking from your mouth

He didn’t lose a second to react. He pulled out and helped you lie on the bed. His eyes were fixated on you as your chest heaved and fell rapidly

But that’s when you started to feel guilty and after everything you couldn’t help the tears from streaming down your cheeks

His eyes widened “Hey hey Y/n are you okay my Love ?” he got to his knees near your lying form

“I’m s-sorry… I couldn’t hold on until you came” you sobbed as he pulled you against his firm chest

“Shhh don’t you dare apologizing to me okay ?” his tone didn’t leave any room for more words “It fucking doesn’t matter. You do, you Dumbass” he said gritting his teeth trying to stop the smile from creeping on his lips. Gosh even in this situation you thought about his pleasure first

“Here let me help you” he said while picking you up bridal style “We’re going to take a nice bath together. You’re going to relax and… if you’re still feeling bad you could use your soapy hands to help me out mmh ?” he said as the red tinged at his cheeks

You nodded softly against his chest and with that you both went off to the bathroom where he prepared a nice and warm bath for you both

Kakashi Hatake :

To day was what we can call a fucking tiring day. It’s one of those days when he wondered why the heck he became a genin instructor. Like seriously those kids put the mission above their comrades lives

Days like these would lead to two different outcomes. Either training until he can’t stand up anymore. Or fucking you dumb until you’re both completely spent. And today training wasn’t his main priority

That’s how you found yourself pressed against the nearest wall not only 2 minutes after he arrived home. And we all know you like that kind of surprise you naughty little sausage

You were half dressed, your pants discarded somewhere on the floor. While he only pulled his pants down his legs

His strong arms were supporting you against the wall as he kept thrusting his frustration out. This position allowed a deep penetration that made your eyes roll

But as time passed you grew aware of the roughness of the wall. With each thrust your body went up and down and it started to burn

You decided to wait a little bit though. Maybe it’ll go away by itself or his thrusts will become less rough and the burning sensation will disappear. But it didn’t

You also knew that if he acted like that it was because of pent up frustration he couldn’t let go during the day. His pace didn’t decrease in fact it slightly increased as he neared his climax

You couldn’t stand it any longer. Your fingers that were playing with the hair at the nape of his neck suddenly pulled the hair a little - making him moan - as you said “Protection… mmh Kakashi protection” you moaning

At first the words didn’t hit him, his hips continued to work as he kissed your jaw “You’re exquisi- wait what protection ?!?” he stopped right away

Your legs were trembling as your body totally slumped over his.. He held you close ensuring you didn't fall “Are you okay ? Did I do something wrong ?” he was extremely worried despite his usual nonchalance. His mouth, now free from his mask, hung agape as he waited for you answer

“I-I'm fine... it’s just the wall… it burned slightly-” you didn’t even finish your sentence that he pulled you flush to his chest so that your back was off the wall “I’m sorry I got distracted.. it’s just ugh” he sighed

“I know” you said, kissing his cheek “Maybe we can continue but in a more comfortable place ?”

“Are you sure ? I don’t want to impose myself-” He looked at you softly

You tightened the hold of your arms around his neck “Please” you said tightening your inner muscles, knowing it was going to drive him wild

“Ghh ah… in this case” he smirked “Who am I to deny you ?” and with that he brought you to your shared bedroom where he could have his way with you, knowing would be comfortable and eager to take him as much as he wants

Itachi Uchiha :

He actually was the one insisting on establishing a safe word. He knew that as an Uchiha he could easily lose control while mating with you ( yes in my hc Uchiha don’t have sex but mate )

He just needed to be sure that he wouldn’t do anything that could overwhelm you unpleasantly or harm you

A word that would help him ground himself in the present

“What about kitty ?”

“Y/n… this is supposed to ensure your well-being. Please focus”

“Okay fine” you chuckled “What about Mangekyou ?”

His eyes lit up “Yes. That would do. Good job” he said patting your head lovingly

And it was only some time later, when he entered that period in the life of the male Uchihas when having offspring became a real urge, that the safe word was used for the first time ( don’t mind if you aren’t aware of this, it’s part of my own Uchiha hc )

You were pinning against the bed as he held you in a mating press. His length sliding in and out of your at an almost desperate pace. His mouth was hungrily kissing you, nipping at your shoulders and neck in attempt to mark what is his

It felt heavenly. Well the 20 first minutes. Because at this pace you wondered how he didn’t already light a fire between your legs

You didn’t want to use the safe word at first. You knew he would panic and blame himself for hurting you even if he didn’t - yet. But you also know he wouldn’t want you to neglect your well-being for him

You tried to caress his cheek with a trembling hand, thinking it would coax him out of this state. But it didn’t. The depth of his gaze was enhanced by the swirling tomoe pattern in his eyes. Okay you had to use the word

“M-mang-mange- mphf kyou” you tried. You didn’t know talking through this would be so difficult. You couldn’t help but marvel at the balance between pain and pleasure that prevented you from saying the word clearly

Though he did hear you. And as soon as the words hit his brain, he blinked rapidly. His Sharingan faded. His hip rhythm had slowed considerably.

He then took a deep breath and used all his willpower to gently, completely stop all his movements.

He was totally out of breath, but that didn't stop him from focusing all his attention on you: "Are you all right? I didn't hurt you?" he cradled your face in his hands

You could feel him inside of you. He was still hard and throbbing. You felt bad, as if you were denying him pleasure

But as soon as he saw your teary eyes he kissed your forehead “Shhh you did great Y/n. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do. I’m proud of you” His words were a soothing balm for your mind and you finally relaxed in his arms

He told the truth. He didn’t mind at all having to stop even if he is in the middle of an urge. He could still take care of his throbbing need later

He slowly pulled out and gathered everything that was needed at the moment. A towel to clean you up, a cup of water - in which he added a bit of sugar just in case, unless you have diabetes.

Then he left you a bit to take care of himself. When he came back to bed he made sure you drank enough water before slipping into bed with you. he pulled you close to his chest, reaffirming how proud of you he was

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rookieloveskashi · 1 year

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That's What I Thought

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: smut, rough sex, rough oral sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, praise kink, blow jobs, cum swallowing, choking, overstimulation, POV reader

Word Count: 6.1k

Summary: You ask Kakashi not to hold back, and he is all too happy to oblige.

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Waiting for Kakashi to return from a long mission was torture.

It was one thing when you still lived separately; able to focus on things in your own space and get your mind off the dangers he might be facing. But you had been living with the Copy Ninja for a few months now, and this mission was the longest he had been away since you’d moved in.

The mission wasn’t exactly dangerous—accompanying a party delivering a message to the Hidden Stone—but there were always risks when shinobi left the village.

Plus, the apartment still felt more like his than it did both of yours. You had only worked in a few of your own touches: some of your favorite sweet snacks tucked beside the health food in his cupboards, your one house plant you had managed to keep alive sitting on the windowsill, your toothbrush next to his by the bathroom sink. But the overall furnishings and décor were still Kakashi’s, and it felt strange to occupy this space without him for so long.

You collapsed on your stomach on the bed, feeling lonely and a little bit needy. You missed your silver-haired sweetheart, and he wasn’t due back for another two days.

The bright orange spine of a worn Icha Icha paperback on the bookshelf caught your eye. There wasn’t much in this world that struck up an image of the Copy-nin quite like one of the raunchy romance novels he could be spotted reading all over Konoha. Just reaching for the book and bringing it closer made you feel like he was closer too.

You had read it before, though not nearly as many times as Kakashi had. But still, you knew the flow of the story well enough to flip through the book to find the particular part you were looking for. Once you had it, you grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under your hips, propping up your butt as you settled in to read. You just wanted to feel the pressure beneath you for some semblance of intimacy to satisfy you until Kakashi was back home.

You just had no idea that would be happening before you even got to the end of the chapter.

You didn’t hear the door open—didn’t hear his footsteps as he padded to the doorway of the bedroom.

You didn’t hear him at all. Not until he spoke.

“Don’t you dare move.”

Your body jerked in surprise, your heart racing as you looked back at him. “Kakashi? You’re back early!”

“I am,” he agreed in a level tone, taking the few steps necessary to bring his feet to the spot on the floor directly behind you.

He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of your ass. You yelped as he hooked his hands around you, yanking you back a little, your back arching to present your ass. “Mmmm do you just lie around like this when I’m not around to enjoy it?”

“And what if I do?” you teased, wiggling your hips.

He growled, climbing onto the bed and covering your body with his own. “Then I’d better take advantage of this opportunity while I have it.” He yanked your panties down, then rubbed the palm of his hand over the soft skin he’d exposed. His back pressed into you as he leaned closer, his teeth nipping at your neck. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, already eager to please.

Kakashi lifted his hand from your ass, only to land a sharp smack on the direct center of your right butt cheek. “Then why aren’t these legs spread yet?”

You quickly shifted your knees just enough to grant him easier access. “That’s my good girl.” He reached forward between your legs, using two fingers to spread your entrance open, toying with your folds.

You trembled as you felt his fingertip circle your clit. “Fuck, Kakashi…”

He removed his fingers and sucked them clean before lifting off your back. You could hear as his clothes piled on the floor. “You might want to hold onto something.” You turned to look at him, eyes wide and cheeks pink at the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cock. “You’re about to take all of this, beautiful. So get ready, because I’m not going easy on you.”

You felt a tremor as your arousal built between your legs. “I don’t want you to go easy on me,” you smirked. “I want you to be rough.”

“Fuck,” he growled. He wrapped his hands around your upper thighs and gripped, then pulled you back to press his hips against you, his aching dick poised to split your wet cunt in half. He moaned as he rubbed himself along you, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. “That’s what you want, baby?”

While he hadn’t ever treated you like some fragile piece of glass, you knew he was still nervous about being as rough as he sometimes wanted to be. He cherished the typical affectionate, tender way he usually made love to you, favoring positions where he could look in your eyes, kiss you, and feel as much of your body against his as possible.

But some days, he just had a different look in his eye, like he was desperate to go absolutely feral on your body. And although that look easily aroused you beyond the point where it was obvious to the perceptive jōnin, he still had a bad habit of holding himself back or apologizing for—in his mind—going too far. But you’d finally talked about it, and now, having made it clear to him that he was more than welcome to indulge himself, you couldn’t wait to see what he would do.

“Mhmm.” You blinked your wide doe eyes at him, feeling your body tremble in anticipation of everything he was about to do to you.

His eyes stayed on yours for an extra second. You knew his Sharingan was looking you over for any signs of unease or discomfort, but you also knew he wouldn’t find a thing.

Apparently satisfied with what he saw, Kakashi suddenly dug his fingers into your hips and yanked you backward, impaling you on the full length of his cock.

You screamed and instinctively tried to scramble away, reaching for the pillow and trying to pull your hips forward. He chuckled a low laugh. “I told you to hold onto something.”

He quickly slid you forward, pulling you almost all the way off, just to yank you back again. He slammed you along his length repeatedly, fucking himself with your submissive body. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. “Ohhh your little pussy feels so good,” he growled, bringing you back with more force than he’d ever dared use on you before.

“Ah! Ah!” You could only yelp with every move he made you make. “Ka-AH!”

“Mmmm, you look so good right now, bent so perfectly for me to fuck into.” He leaned over you, biting into your shoulder. The sensation was so intense everywhere he was touching you. Your eyes rolled back in your head, overwhelmed by all the stimulation.

He used his chest to push you down into the mattress. His left hand reached around the front of you to rub your clit while his right grabbed your throat. No longer able to manipulate you along his stationary cock, he began pumping into you like an animal, grunting into your ear.

“You’re such a sweetheart,” he groaned, “letting me do whatever I want to you. Such a sweet, pretty girl for me with such a soft, warm pussy.”

“Kuh—Kashi!”

“Mmmm you were made to take my cock, weren’t you, baby?”

You gasped and choked, his hold on your throat just tight enough to restrict your ability to properly speak.

“I asked you a question,” he scolded you, rubbing your clit harder—hard enough to make you see stars. “I expect an answer. Was this pretty pussy made to take my cock, or wasn’t it?”

A pathetic cry escaped your throat, your entire body trembling. “Ngh—YES!” you cried out, feeling yourself precariously close to cumming. “K-kashi yes!”

He hummed, his callused fingers continuing to abuse your bundle of nerves. “That’s what I thought.”

You shrieked, pulled over the edge by the assured tone of his voice and his relentless use of your body. You felt your walls clench in on him, a spark of pleasure almost too intense radiating through you.

“Are you cumming already?” he smirked. “That’s so cute.”

You writhed under him, waiting for him to slow down and ease you through. But he didn’t; not even a little. In fact, his hips started moving somehow even faster, fucking you deep into the mattress as you tried and failed to recover from your climax.

“Mmmmm, it feels so good when you tighten in on me like that.”

You babbled incoherently. The aftershocks of your orgasm were finally subsiding, although he was still lighting all your nerves with every deep, harsh thrust. You wanted more, despite the sharp pleasure still washing over you. He was just so fucking sexy like this. You would take him for as long as he wanted.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” he smirked, fingers rolling your clit in a tight trap. “Hm, yeah you do.”

“Ka…Kashi…” you tried to focus, but he was pounding into you so fiercely and abusing your clit so intensely, all you could do was pant and take it.

“Does that feel good, baby? Am I making you feel good?”

You furiously nodded. It felt better than good. Incredible. So fucking good, you wished the two of you had tried this way sooner. The trust you felt for him—knowing he was vigilantly watching for any signal you needed him to slow down or stop, even while fucking you into oblivion—made it so that you could fully enjoy the primal way he just took you.

He was absolutely merciless, his thick cock splitting you open as his fingers claimed your throat and clit. You felt warm puffs of his breath on your neck as he kissed and nibbled at your jaw.

The sounds of the room were deafening. His bedframe was creaking under the strain, despite your body taking the brunt of the force. When he wasn’t saying depraved things in your ear, he kept audible with low, throaty groans and grunts. His skin was slapping into yours, sounding absolutely filthy with the sound of his cock sliding back and forth along your slick cavern.

“You’re mine,” he growled, panting in your ear. “You belong to me.”

You were heaving and panting like an animal in heat, your eyes fluttering closed as he adjusted just enough to start directly plowing into the spongy area behind your clit. He was attacking your most sensitive area from both outside and inside, and you didn’t stand a chance.

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as he made you cum again. You could only squeal out pathetic noises, broken whimpers filling the room as your vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock.

“Again?” he smiled. “I didn’t realize I was fucking you that good. It’s like you’ve been waiting all day to cum on this cock.”

“Gods…” you groaned, finally coming down again. “Kashi…”

“I want to see your face,” he growled, his hands sliding from your body. You nearly collapsed without the support of his hold. But before you even had the chance, he slid out of your heat and flipped you onto your back. It was so quick, the sensation was dizzying. You huffed out a breath as your back hit the mattress, your head settled on the pillow.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Kakashi smirked down at you, kneeling on the mattress and pressing into the backs of your thighs with his legs. His wide palms held your knees in place, pushing them apart to lock eyes with you. “Now I can see the cute faces you make when I fuck you.”

He didn’t waste another second, lining you up at exactly the right spot for him to slide back inside of you. A high-pitched sound flew from your lips as he filled your compliant, welcoming body once more. He slipped his hands to grip the fronts of your thighs, bringing you back to bump the backs of your thighs into his hips as he pulled you in to meet his thrusts, the thick head of his cock bumping against your g-spot with deadly accuracy.

You couldn’t maintain even a shred of dignity, your eyes rolling back into your head as your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered as you lost yourself in the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

“Very good, sweetheart,” Kakashi purred, using his arms to hike your ankles to his shoulders. “That’s what I like to see.”

You grasped haphazardly at the sheets and pillow beneath you. All control of your body had been given over to him. You choked out whimpers as he impaled you on his dick again and again and again. The whole time, his speed and force didn’t falter for a second.

“Look at how well you take me. I love how eager you are for me.”

You regained a little control of yourself and looked up at him. He was watching himself disappear into you, completely mesmerized as your body adapted to accommodate him. Between the look on his face and the way he held himself, he looked so self-assured and gratified; it was easy to see how he’d earned a reputation for being cocky.

But you knew better. Where some saw narcissism or arrogance, you knew you were simply seeing a man who was proud to be doing his job well; to know his efforts were for the benefit of another: the village, another shinobi, the rare friend. But every once in a while, on occasions like these, his efforts benefitted himself. And as far as you were concerned, he deserved to make whatever self-satisfied face he damn-well pleased.

Those expressions were just for you, anyway. The curve of his mouth, the way his teeth sunk into his lower lip, the taut muscles in his neck. His cheeks, his nose, his jaw; his entire beautiful face that you wanted to cover in kisses: it was all for you. And being the object of his desire; the helpless little thing caught in the gravitational pull of this gorgeous, imposing man, letting himself loose and having you in every way he wanted?

Gods, there was nothing better.

His eyes slowly raked up your form, settling on your chest. He looked like a man possessed; his sole focus the way your breasts bounced with each powerful thrust. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he grunted, his fingers digging into your flesh as he spread your legs further. “I love watching your perfect tits bounce when I fuck you.”

Hearing him voice his voyeuristic desire made your breasts ache with need. He’d ignored them to this point; his attention concentrated solely on your lower body. But suddenly, it felt like you would scream if you didn’t feel his fingers on your breasts. “Touch me Kakashi,” you panted, arching your back to present your chest. “Please touch me.”

“Heh, is that what you want?” he teased, keeping a steady rhythm of pounding into you. “You want me to touch your pretty pink tits?”

“Please,” you gasped. “I need you.”

“Mmmmmm, you need me?” he smirked.

“Kashi please!” you tugged at the sheets, desperate for relief.

“Hmm. Well I do want to touch them,” he mused, “But I need to keep my hands here so I can keep doing this.” His grip tightened on you as he doubled his efforts, pumping into you so quickly that sweat was starting to bead on his face. “So I want you to touch them.”

Your fucked-out brain couldn’t follow fast enough. “Wha?”

“Play with your tits for me, Y/N. I want to watch you touch them while I fuck you.”

The heat rising in your face was unavoidable. With the furious way he was using you, you didn’t even think your face could get any warmer. You were still doing everything you could just to survive his onslaught; you weren’t even sure you had the brain power or command over your own extremities to functionally get your hands where he wanted them. But his eyes snapped to yours, and for a second, you got a taste of what it must be like for shinobi under Kakashi’s command.

Attempting to disobey seemed pointless; this Kakashi was impossible to defy. But he was taking your hesitance as insubordination, and you could tell by the impatient look on his face that he would not accept your behavior.

“Now, Y/N.” Kakashi broke you out of your spiral, his voice a deep-throated snarl that made your skin tingle. That tone did something to your brain, giving you all kinds of ideas. Your response fell from your lips by some strange, new instinct.

“N…No.”

His brow furrowed and his body stilled. His hands still gripped your thighs as he held you against his hips, his cock buried almost fully inside you. The look on his face was almost comical; never before had the great Copy-nin had reason for such indignant confusion to color his face.

But you didn’t dare laugh.

An excited form of fear was building in your stomach as Kakashi continued to stare at you, the look on his face easing just barely as he fell completely into his authoritative role. “What did you just say?”

This was your one and only chance to have any hope of taking it back. Kakashi had already had more than enough time to figure out that your response wasn’t truly refusal. He knew you didn’t need—or even want—him to stop. But you weren’t about to take it back. Because if this was how he was going to react to your disobedience, you wanted to see just how far you could push him.

“I said no,” you repeated, boldness prickling through your veins, even as your voice took on a whinier tone. “I won’t. I don’t want to do it myself. I want you to touch them.”

He held your gaze for a few seconds. Even like this, Kakashi was stunning. Just looking into his eyes like that made your nipples ache with want and your cunt clench with need. All you wanted to do was comply, and give him exactly what he asked for. Anything to get him to start moving again. But you stood your ground.

The corner of his mouth twinged upward for a fraction of a second as his confidence and dominance washed over him. Then he relaxed his features and let out a resigned sigh. “Y/N, I thought you were going to be good for me. But instead, you’re acting like a spoiled brat.”

He leaned forward a little, shifting his hold on you to dig his fingers into the backs of your knees and push them forward to your chest. “Maybe that’s my fault,” he continued. “Maybe I’ve been too lenient with you.” He pressed down a bit harder, causing the muscle in the back of your thigh to protest as it was forced to stretch beyond its typical range. “Well, that ends now.”

You whimpered at the burn in your legs and instinctively reached forward to hold him back. His hands flew from your thighs to your wrists, throwing your arms back down to the mattress and pinning them easily.

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked before flicking his eyes up to your wrists and back to your face. The weight of his chest and positioning of his knees forced you to maintain your backbreaking position.

“Kashi, let go,” you whined.

You felt his gaze scan you before his mouth tugged into a wicked smirk. “Nope.” He pressed your wrists more firmly to the mattress. “I decide where I put my hands on your body. And there’s nothing you can say to change my mind.”

His grip on your wrists closed in like a vice. You cried out and he pushed his chest further into your thighs, bending you in half and settling your ankles next to your ears. “Ka-kashi!” You didn’t even know you could bend this far. But then his hips resumed their unrelenting thrusts into you, and the most embarrassing, feral sound tore from your throat as he showed you just how many shapes your body could make.

“My pretty little girl needs to be reminded who’s in charge?” he smirked, panting as he threatened to split you in half. “That’s fine. I can remind you who’s in charge.”

For all the movement of his lower half, he kept his chest pressed tight against you. His face hovered over yours as he watched every feeling and emotion run through your eyes; an aesthetic display as he fucked you into submission. Harsh slaps echoed through the room every time he bottomed out.

You felt him reach deeper than ever before, the head of his cock not just brushing but battering against your cervix. “K-Kashi,” you gasped pathetically, “please!” Your arms tensed as you tried and failed to get them out of his grasp.

“No, baby. Good girls get what they ask nicely for. But you, well, all I can give you now is your punishment.”

“Please—” you pleaded, “Kashi!”

“Hmmm is that what you think I want?” he chuckled, his hips bruising your ass with every plunge. “Go ahead and beg, sweetheart. See how much it helps you.”

He was railing you with so much enthusiasm, you could barely even form any words. “Please please Kashi!” you cried out, as though you only knew those two words. “P-Please! I’m sorry!”

“Mmmm I bet you are,” he teased. “Go on, pretty girl. Tell me how sorry you are.”

“I’m sorry Kashi! Please, I’ll be good!”

He hummed, a smug look tugging at the corners of his mouth. “See, that’s what you said before.” His eyes closed as he used the muscles in his abdomen to really roll his hips into you. The motion caused his pelvic bone to repeatedly bump against your clit, just enough to tease it without really offering you any relief. If anything, it only frustrated you more.

“I mean it!” you panted. “I swear, I’ll be good!”

He hummed again, that deadly smirk painted across his face as he slowed down a bit. The thumb of his left hand stretched out to allow him to grip both of your wrists with his one wide palm. Even with half of his hold gone, you were completely overpowered. You wriggled to test his strength, but you quickly realized that he wasn’t holding back. Not at all.

“Hmmm, so pretty.” He traced his free hand down your cheek, drawing a barely-there line down the side of your neck, over your clavicle, then teasingly close to your stiff nipple before caressing the curves of your hip and thigh. The entire time, his hips didn’t stop their movements: slower, but no less intense. “Do you mean it? Are you gonna be my good girl again?”

You clutched to his question like a lifeline. “Yes! Yes I promise!”

Danger sparkled in both of his eyes as he leaned his face closer to you. For a moment, you thought he might offer you a kiss; just a tiny respite from his barbaric display. But you quickly realized you couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“Well,” he started, “my good girl would take my cock, and thank me for it.”

He resumed his savage pace, using the full weight of his body to pound into you. The air escaped your lungs in an undignified grunt as you tossed your head back. Your nose bumped against your captive arm, and you gently bit down on your own flesh in an attempt to spread the overwhelming sensation throughout your body, instead of your pelvis taking the full brunt.

Kakashi snarled as he took his hand from your hip and landed a stinging smack on the exposed flesh of your ass. “Eyes forward, gorgeous.” Your neck fulfilled his request without any conscious command. When your eyes met his, you saw adoration blending with the pure desire that cloaked his gaze. “Mmmm, that’s better.”

He leaned his face down closer to yours, his eyes demanding your attention. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy until you behave.” His free hand snaked between your torso and your thighs. Kakashi pressed his palm into you, just below your navel. The increased pressure caused his cock to have an even tighter fit inside you, and he shuddered out a groan before he started thrusting into you with even more force.

You couldn’t help but scream; the sound was so dire that you hadn’t even realized you had made it, until the sting prickled your throat. “Ka-AH! KAKASHI!”

“Is it too much, baby?” he cooed, slowing down. “Is my thick cock too much for you?”

You tossed your head back and forth as tears gathered in your eyes. “Ah…I…” Your eyes locked onto Kakashi’s in an attempt to communicate with him the only way you still could. The tomoe of his Sharingan was spinning wildly, working on overdrive.

“Well that’s too bad for you, sweetheart. Because you belong to me, so I get to do whatever I want to you.”

“Wait—”

His hand flew to from your stomach to your throat. “Enough,” he snarled. His eyes locked onto yours as he tightened his grip just enough to make your back arch. “I don’t want to hear it anymore, Y/N. You still haven’t even thanked me. Maybe if you just take your punishment like the good girl I thought you were, I might forgive you.”

You trembled, feeling that familiar tightness building below your navel yet again. It felt impossible that you would be on the brink of yet another orgasm while Kakashi was still going at full force. He had hardly even broken a sweat. And where he had, it was like he had strategically allowed certain areas of his body to perspire, just so he would have that raw, sensual glow that suggested all things erotic.

“Ohhhh I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until you remember who you belong to.”

He was saying all the right things, that low rumbling thunder in his voice coaxing even more desperate reactions from you than you thought possible. Kakashi tucked his head into the space between your head and your arm, burrowing into you until his mouth was right by your ear. You could hear every grunt and pant perfectly clearly, timed with those expert thrusts of his cock as he continued to use you.

Or punish you, according to him, but this hardly felt like punishment. In fact, you were sure if he kept this up even one minute more, you were going to reach a third high.

“Ka…Kash…i…” you whimpered, trying to warn him. Your lower lip trembled and your body felt on the verge of breaking. “I…”

“Shhhh,” he murmured into your ear. “Just take your punishment, Y/N.”

“B-But…I…AH!” You whined out a guttural scream as you came, your walls clamping down on him as your body gushed your creamy arousal all over his cock. Your fingers curled in on themselves, nails digging into your own skin as your lips trembled. You tried to take in a deep breath, but he kept his hold tight on your throat as he grunted his own sound of pleasure at the feeling of your muscles spasming around him. He leaned back to see your eyes cross as you gasped.

That look of deep self-satisfaction was back on Kakashi’s face. His eyebrows were raised in a small bid of surprise, but he surely knew better. He knew that even as you were playfully disobedient, you were still his good girl who loved being told what to do.

Kakashi slowed his thrusts as he looked into your eyes with equal parts affection and want. “Even while being punished?” he smirked. “Greedy little thing.”

Your mouth was gaping like a fish out of water, your tongue desperately trying to wet your parched lips. He tilted his head a little as he appraised you and slowed down a bit further. “Have you learned your lesson?” he asked, idly continuing to press into you. “Will you do as I ask now?”

As if you ever had a choice. Your third orgasm left you completely senseless, not a braincell left in your fucked-out body. You only had the energy to weakly nod, but it pleased him to the point where he smiled down at you with an affectionate warmth. “That’s more like it.”

He leaned back down to brush a soft kiss over your mouth. You were so braindead that you didn’t even notice the kiss until he had already nuzzled back into the crook of your neck. He moaned as he resumed his slow thrusts into your tender cunt.

“Mmmm feels so good,” he groaned against your skin. You grasped at the sheets and felt your body squirm without your permission. “Your pussy is mine,” he declared. “It’s all for me. Understand, Y/N?”

You whimpered as your sensitive walls started to protest. “Please,” you gasped, tremors tearing through your body. “P-please…I…”

“What is it, sweetheart?” he taunted you. “Use your words.”

Even through the haze of your third intense orgasm, you could recognize the slight undertone of concern in his order. He had never taken you this roughly, and even with his Sharingan, he was starting to worry he might be missing something and hurting you. He loosened his grip to be sure nothing was keeping you from letting him know if you’d had too much.

But you hadn’t had too much. As far as you were concerned, he could keep pounding into you until your brain completely shut down. But the risk of overstimulation was real, and you definitely didn’t want to overdo it and cause him to be apprehensive about trying something like this again.

“I…a minute…I just…”

The completely empty feeling in your head made it difficult for you to actually use your words like he instructed, but Kakashi was observant and discerning enough to understand.

“Hmmm, feeling sensitive after cumming all over my cock again?” He smirked as he teasingly pumped into you again, causing you to tense and gasp.

“Wait, Kashi—”

“Wait?” His eyebrows furrowed just a little and he tilted his head, the tomoe of his Sharingan recording and analyzing your every tiny twitch. “But I’m not done yet.”

Your hands flew up to paw at his chest. “Kakashi I’m too sensitive I can’t…”

“Hmmm, now that’s not fair Y/N. I make you cum three times, but I don’t get to finish?”

“Please Kashi I can’t handle any more!”

He hummed, sounding disappointed. “And here I thought you were back to being my good girl.”

“Please I want to but I can’t, Kashi!”

He pulled himself completely out. A playful, dangerous look was simmering in his heterochromatic gaze, his secret mouth posed in a sweet smile. “You want to be a good girl for me?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, and his smile grew in response. Then he brought that smirking mouth down to meet your trembling lips, kissing you in a swoon-worthy display of affection. When he finally pulled away, you could only resume gasping for breath. It felt like your heart had failed a few beats, but nothing else mattered when Kakashi looked at you like that.

He propped himself up on his elbows to gain power, then sat up fully on his knees. With a few easy movements, he scooted forward to settle his calves on either side of your head, his erection looming like a threat over your flushed face. “Then open that pretty mouth for me and suck my cock until I cum.”

Despite the overstimulation, warmth flooded between your legs at his command. Your muscles were useless, your lungs overworked, your body decorated with bruises and love-bites from everything he’d so far put you through. But as soon as he suggested it, you couldn’t even imagine a reality where you didn’t fuck him with your mouth. Right the fuck now.

You opened your jaw and flicked your tongue over your dry lips. Kakashi gripped his shaft and pumped a bit lazily, his eyes trained on your mouth as you readied yourself to take him.

A little bit of Kakashi’s domineering shell cracked, showing off the giddy, love-drunk man within. That softness in his eyes would always give him away, revealing how he still couldn’t believe he had you. And it caused the same look to shine from your own eyes, so in love with him.

His right hand cupped behind your head and pulled it up off the mattress at the same time as he lined the head of his cock to the opening of your mouth. You adjusted your mouth so he would just barely squeeze through, the wetness from your sex easing his passage. He groaned deep in his throat at the feeling of your lips sliding closer and closer to the base.

“That’s my girl,” he sighed, dropping his head back. “That’s what I want. Make my cock feel so good.”

You hollowed your cheeks as you licked at the underside of his cock, the texture of your tongue teasing his veins. Your own taste melded with the taste of his cock, and you couldn’t help but groan around him. His hips pulsed toward your mouth as his fingers tangled in your hair and tugged you in to meet him. You whined a little, still not completely as coordinated in your movements as you normally were.

“Faster, baby,” he demanded. You tried to match the movement of his hips, but your jaw slackened a little as you lost focus. “Come on baby, make me cum. I wanna cum down your throat.”

Your eyes locked onto his, and he understood what you needed even before you did. “Mmm poor little thing, you need help?” he cooed. “Here, I’ll help you.”

He sat forward a little, putting more of his weight on his knees and letting your head settle back on the pillow. His dick slid deep into your throat, the head thumping against the muscle of your throat. “Gods, that’s it Y/N.” The new angle put him in complete control, and he didn’t waste it. He immediately set a brutal pace, his fingers still holding you still by the roots of your hair as he fucked your face into the mattress.

“You’re my good girl now, aren’t you? So good, just for me.”

His eyes stayed on your face, and you were sure this served two purposes. For one, it allowed him to be sure he wasn’t being too so rough that he was hurting you—he wanted you to enjoy his actions as much as he did. But also, he felt an egotistical pleasure as he watched your lips struggle to keep up with the relentless pace at which his cock disappeared between them.

After everything he’d already done, it wasn’t long before his breaths started getting choppy and his rhythm was a little less disciplined.

“Ohhhh fuck…” he panted. “Fuck, I’m—” He growled as he came, his eyes rolling back as he let his release loose down your throat.

It was difficult to accommodate him in your flat position, but you swallowed it as quickly as possible, gulping it down just for the next spurt to fill your mouth again. It wasn’t easy, but that adoring look on his face was more than enough motivation.

Finally, he pulled his hips back, giving you space to breathe. You felt as the muscles of your face pulled into a mindless grin, happily gasping for air as you laid flat on your back.

“Y/N. Be honest with me. Are you okay?”

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, your gaze level with his. Sometimes, you just had too many things running through your mind; too much love and admiration for him to put into words. You wanted to tell him all of it. Every embarrassingly honest thought. But you only had the energy for one.

“I love you.”

He pulled you onto his lap and hugged you close, tucking his face against your shoulder. “I love you too.”

Kakashi’s presence was the only thing you needed for the apartment to feel like your home.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 10 months

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Boop!

Words: 1,165

Pairing: Hatake Kakashi X Reader

For: @skykashi @lemony-snickers @wind-becomes-lightning and whoever else would enjoy Kakashi/Reader (and everyone who voted on the poll of course)

You’re not sure why you decide to do it. There’s no logic or reason behind the action, only a simple wish. A desire that cannot be contained. As soon as he steps into your line of sight you’re overwhelmed with the urge to storm up to him and-

Boop.

Kakashi blinks, his eyes flickering between the finger you’ve just pressed against his nose and your face. There’s a mixture of emotions on display for someone who knows where to look for them. Confusion, annoyance, panic. It all swirls together into one giant emotion that you can’t quite read, but it’s there clear as day in the lone visible eye that he’s staring at you with.

“What-“

“I don’t know,” you admit with a shrug of your shoulders, unsure of how you’ll explain the intense desire that had swept over you causing this whole scenario. “I just…Thought it would be fun?”

“Fun?” his eyes narrow into a sharp, dangerous look. An expression you’ve seen on his face before, though it was usually directed towards enemy shinobi rather than his friends. “You thought it would be fun to sneak up on a Jonin and assault him?”

His accusation strikes like a kunai straight through the heart.

“Assault?” you gasp, retracting the hand you’d used to strike and placing it over your chest. “You would call that assault? I show you love and you choose to view it as an attack?”

“You poked me.”

“I booped you,” you clarify, determined to make him understand that there was a difference between the two words. “Sort of like what you do to the hounds. You know when you-“Reaching out once more you gently bop your finger against the tip of his nose and barely contain a laugh when he responds by swatting your hand away from him. “You do it to Shiba and Bull all the time. They love it!”

“They are dogs,” he reminds you as if that were enough to explain why he could get away with the action you were now getting into trouble for. “My dogs. If I ‘Boop’ them then that is fine.”

Annoyance flares up in your mind and before you know it you’re straightening yourself up and facing down Konoha’s top shinobi with a steely glare. “and what am I?” you ask, a little afraid of what answer he might give you. “Am I not your friend? You’re confident? Do I not have Booping rights’?”

It sounded more ridiculous out loud, but the words had already left your mouth so there was no turning back now. All you could do was stand there staring at Kakashi patiently waiting for his answer. The explanation he would provide for why exactly you weren’t allowed to partake in such a sacred Hatake ritual.

“Well…” cupping a hand under his chin he tilted his head back so that he was staring down at you from the bottom of his eyes, as if he was a giant compared to you rather than a man who happened to have exactly one inch of height on you. “You’re one of my precious people.”

One of my Precious People.

Annoyance quickly melted away, a warmth blossoming in your chest as he repeat the words in your mind once, twice, and a third time for good measure. You almost get lost in the feeling of being cherished when a realization hits you.

Stamping down on those warm feelings that had begun to overwhelm you, you glare back at him. “If I’m one of your precious people surely that means I have booping rights?” It doesn’t sound any better the second time you say it.

“Nope,” seeing him reaching out toward you, you brace for impact. A tap of his finger, gentle but firm, right against the tip of your nose. Your nerves tingle at the sensation and you can’t help but scrunch up your nose, just as he had done when you first appeared in front of him and did the same thing to you. “It means that I have booping rights.”

The words sounded terrible coming from your mouth but hearing him saying them is one of the worst experiences in your life. That cool attitude of his does nothing to dull even a fraction of the dorkyness of that word.

“That’s not-“ another strike, this time a bit firmer and placed a little higher on your nose. You take a step back with this assault, your bottom lip jutting out as you glare at him.

“Adorable,” he chuckles, wounding your pride beyond repair with one simple word and laughing when your shoulders drop, all of the energy and pride leaving your body in an instant. “Anyways. I have places to be, and people to see. You know the deal,” that you unfortunately did. Kakashi was always working even when it would have been better for him to take a step back and breath. You’d thought maybe today you’d get a few precious minutes with him before he ran off to do something else again, but it turns out you were wrong.

“Right,” waving a hand in front of your face you try to ignore the disappointment that always seems to follow his dismissal of you. “Go, save the village. Be a hero. I’ll just be here waiting for something interesting to happen.”

He doesn’t leave, though. Not right away.

Instead, he takes a step closer to you. Close enough that his face is mere inches away from yours. If he wasn’t wearing the mask you’re certain that you’d feel his breath on your face.

“When I get back,” he began, raising a hand and gently tapping his finger against your nose just as he had done twice before. This time you don’t recoil, but instead you lean into it. Savor the small touch of his skin against yours. “Then we can go out for lunch, hmmm?”

“Lunch,” you agree without pause, mentally rolling your eyes at your own eagerness to accept such a small offer. “Sounds perfect,” with that said, Kakashi takes a step back and begins to wave. Before he can disappear, though, you reach out and grab a fist full of that bulky Jonin uniform of his and pull him in close.

The mask feels rough against your lips but you don’t care. All that matters is the way Kakashi seems to melt into the kiss. How his hands come up to rest on your hips, holding you in place as he deepens the kiss.

When you pull apart you can’t help but look into his eyes, and that’s where you see it.

Love. A deep, profound emotion that you know he tries to protect himself from. An emotion directed at you and only you in this instant.

“Be safe,” you whisper, taking this moment to lift your right hand and gently tap your finger against his nose. His eyes narrow into a glare, but he doesn’t pull away. “We’re getting Ichiraku when you get back.”

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prowlingz · 10 months

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“WRONG PERSON”

(yandere?)Kakashi Hatake x Fem!Reader

when you accidentally send a raunchy text to your sensei instead of your fling..

-SMUTTTTTTTTTTT- (so 18+ please!)

After spending the whole day talking with Ino and Sakura about how much dick they get, you thought about the last time you got lucky.

By no means was it difficult to string a guy home from some random bar for you, but it wasn’t something you outright sought after.

“We’ll I’m saving myself for Sasuke!” Sakura says, sticking her tongue out at Ino.

“You’re still waiting on that loser? Give it up billboard brow, if he wants anyone - it’ll be me!” She smiles at Sakura.

“And besides, your names are too similar anyways. If it weren’t for his last name, you two could be siblings. Of course, you’d be the ugly one!” Ino says while holding her stomach laughing.

After some more banter, they look up at you. Curious about your “dickstory”, a play on the word “history”.

You smile and say “Well it’s not hard for me to find anyone, but it’s probably not as many people as you think”.

You knew you were attractive, guys told you almost everyday. You didn’t mind them though, as you aren’t a very lustful person, truly minding to yourself and taking pleasure when you want to.

Ino jumps into action “WHO, WHO? Do I know them!? Are they also ninja? How many? How old? How many at one time?!”.

The bombardment of questions makes you giggle. You never knew someone’s sex history could be such an appealing topic, as in your household you were taught that sex is taboo and only for people you truly love. You didn’t follow that rule for long, albeit.

“A few were from some random missions I went on. Not too ma-“ before you could finish your sentence, Sakura said

“Can we guess?”

“What do you mean, guess?” You were confused.

“She means, can we guess who you’ve slept with?” Ino asked with a huge grin.

You thought for a moment. The list isn’t that long, but the people on it are most definitely known to these two. Would it change how they saw them? You thought maybe it wouldn’t be right, as the people you did sleep with didn’t give their consent to their sexual history being stated.

“I’m not sure that’s the right thing to do” you say frowning a bit.

The two girls looked at each other, perplexed how that was a response anyone would give.

“Okay let us guess just THREE and you HAVE to tell us if you have!” They said almost synchronized.

You thought about it. You doubt they’d get all three wrong, but you weren’t going to be happy if they got all three right either. Fuck it. You’d been drinking a bit and the buzz was starting to hit you.

“Fine. Just three.” You said calmly and confidently.

They made the biggest shit faces grin ever and talked amongst themselves.

After about 3 minutes of whispers, giggles, “OMG”s and “no way!”s.. they finally had their three.

“Okay, our first one” Ino says.

You hold your breath. For some reason this is starting to just now hit you, but you don’t want to seem lame and back out now.

“Shikamaru!” They said in synchro.

You burst out in laughter.

“You-you had three minutes and came up with.. Shik-“ you cannot stop laughing.

“SHIKAMARU??” You said at the top of your lungs.

They looked at each other and smiled.

“We just needed a baseline of your standards. You know the guy has had it for you since that damn Genin exam!” Ino said in a fit of laughter.

“I always thought he was gay” you smiled while saying.

“Pshhh, probably is” Ino mocked.

You held your breath, yet again, knowing that their next guess was coming and would probably be correct.

“Okay our next guess is..”

“IRUKA!”

You thought about it. Did it really count as sex? I mean, you both came. He was the first guy that did make you cum.. You thought a bit more. The silence only making Ino and Sakura want to know.

“I mean..” you say, still in thought.

The girls look at each other with mouth wide open and smiling. An eruption of “OMG” and “I CAN’T BELIEVE IT”s came flooding out.

“I guess. It wasn’t really sex though” you were still lost in thought.

“What happened?? Tell us!!” Sakura said.

There wasn’t much to tell them, honestly. You were talking with him one day, friendly, and he invited you over to see his new set up. You went over and it was beautiful, leather sofa with a stunning cherry tree coffee table.

He wanted to show you his bedroom and kept apologizing on how weird he made the comment seem. But you made a sly comment back, something like “I wouldn’t mind if you led me to your bedroom more often”.

And that was really it. You just start kissing and got to his bed, and started touching one another. You could swear that you heard him say “I love you” under his breath as he came, but you were too focused on your own orgasm to care.

After cleaning up, you left.

You tried to explain this to the girls but they wanted more details.

You told them they were wasting their time and better get on with their third person before you just get up and leave.

They pouted.

“Okay,okay. Our third person is…”

“KAKASHI!” Biting their lip as they said it.

Kakashi? You and Sakura’s old sensei? Oh goodness no. You can’t even remember a time that you even slightly hinted at a flirt with Kakashi. Your relationship was very student-teacher respectively.

Now that you’ve grown into a woman with.. curves and breasts, though.. You do think about the even slight possibility of him using you. How his words would sound in the heat of the moment.. how his skin would feel touching you, gliding himself all around you..

You notice yourself trailing off, and not given the girls an answer.

“Hello? Earth to y/n” they say, waving their hands in front of your face.

“Sorry. No. Me and Kakashi never did anything of the sort, or.. even implied so” you said, shutting the girls down immediately.

“I swear that guy is a virg!! I’ve never seen him take any girls around!” Ino says to the both of you.

“Oh, no way. Kakashi is super attractive under his mask, he’s gotta! Or maybe he’s celibate? Hmm..” the two girls thought on it for a moment.

Thoughtful silence fills the air.

“Hey, I’d say you have a pretty good chance, y/n.” Ino says, breaking the silence.

“Yeah! You’re super pretty and if I’m being honest, I’ve caught him staring at you a few times since you’ve become a Jōnin” Sakura states.

You blush. Staring at you? No. You always recognize when men stare at you, even not out of lust. You’re a great ninja, and you would recognize someone staring. Maybe he was using chakra to hide his gaze? Why would he do that? No. Sakura must be mistaken.

All these thoughts ran through your head and you excused yourself as it was well past 2 am.

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Before you knew it, you were home.

You went into your bathroom, washed your face and brushed your teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste from your mouth, you look over at your phone. It buzzes, signaling someone messaged you.

Hayate.

You got excited for a moment, thinking it said “Hatake”. It’s become some sort of thing for you to put peoples contact as their last name. You remember the time you and Hayate shared together though.

The text he sent, though you could only see partial of it through the limited character amount given on the Home Screen, read:

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think..”. That’s all you could unfortunately read before showing him that you’ve read the message.

After your conversation earlier with the girls, you realize you haven’t had sex in around 7 months.

Damn.

You open the message, now seeing its entirety.

“Hey, was just thinking of you and really think we should see each other again. I know I was just a fling to you but I miss you. Not just your body, but you. Your laugh and face. Everything” the message would’ve been sweet if he didn’t send his dick right after.

It wasn’t a bad dick, but why don’t these men know their dick angles?

It was a photo of himself from his point of view pulling his pants forward to show off his hairy, uncircumcised, hard, veiny cock. He was wearing blue underwear and had black sweat pants on.

Honestly, you probably would’ve ignored the message if you weren’t so horny yourself. “Fuck it. Hayate isn’t a bad looking guy and his dick is pretty satisfying” is all you thought to yourself. You snapped a pic you knew he’d like, it was your hands covering your tits, but still showing most of them off. He loved a bratty tease.

You sent the photo and didn’t think much, waiting for his response.

He responded after about 6 minutes with a video of him.

He was now on his bed, ‘pleasing’ himself. The video was only 32 seconds long, but it was a huge turn on for you.

He started slow, but would buck his hips up for you. His tip was now fully exposed, but his foreskin would still slide up and down it as he went on. His breathing was loud and irregular. He would let out slight groans the faster he went. You could see his dick twitching, just before the video ended.

You took your camera and took a photo of you sitting at the edge of your bed with your thighs touching. Your left hand lay behind you, supporting you up. And your right hand taking the photo. It didn’t show your face in it, only your body. But that was fine. It showed off your tits and beautiful thighs and you knew those were the parts Hayate loved the most.

Before you pressed send, you added a text under it saying “You should come fill me up again”. You bit your lip as you pressed send. You decided to go take a quick shower in preparation for Hayate coming over. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist the invite.

Only about two minutes into your shower, you hear your doorbell ring. Hayate lived 25 minutes away walking, you doubt he would’ve used all his energy to get to you that quickly. Although you can’t be too sure.

You finish your shower up before heading to the door in just a towel. Hair wet and all, you open the door.

You’re absolutely shocked to see your sensei standing in front of you.

He smiles, “I think you sent this to the wrong person”.

Your mouth agape, you already know what you sent him.

“I.. I um” the only words you can get out of your mouth.

You don’t even know what to say. You just sent an explicit photo to your sensei.

“I’m so sorry” your eyes still plastered to his phone in front of you. You make your way up his phone to his contact name for you, though. Before he pulled his phone away, you read “Future Hatake❤️” you blushed even harder.

You both stand there in silence. You’re mad at yourself for this foolish mistake.

“May I come in?” Kakashi says, breaking the silence.

You’re confused. Does he want to talk about it? Maybe he wants to know who it was for? All these thoughts flood your mind and he makes his way inside your apartment.

“E-excuse me. I should get dressed” you leave and run into your room. You go through your clothes and decide on a white tank top and sleep shorts. It’s your home after all, and it’s well past your regular sleep schedule.

You come back in and find him sitting at the edge of your couch, legs spread and forearms resting on them. As always, he’s unreadable.

You sit at a chair diagonal to him and keep your head down.

“I.. er.. haven’t seen you in a long time” you say, keeping your head down.

“Hmm” he replies.

You can’t tell if he’s lost in thought, upset, sad or whatever it be.

“Who was the message for?” He finally says.

“It.. it really doesn’t matter.. haha..” you say, trying to escort the tension in the room.

He lets out a sigh, stands up and faces you.

“Tell me” he says. His voice deeper than normal.

You’re confused. It’s been months since you and Kakashi have spoken. Why would he care to show up after a text sent to the wrong person? Why does he care??

A question runs your mind.

“How did you get here so fast?” You ask, blankly looking at him.

He looks at you, no emotion in his face.

“I’m always there for you” he stares at you and says. You’ve heard him say this to you many times in the past. You never really held anything to it though, taking it like a friend would say as support.

“Kakashi. What are you doing here?” You say, with a bit of concern in your voice. You know Kakashi is a lot stronger of a ninja compared to you, and could most definitely toss you around if he wanted.

“I’ve had an eye for you since you’ve become a Jōnin. You’ve grown so much” he says, making his way over towards you.

“Be a good girl and lead us to your bedroom, hmm?” he says in the most.. casual tone.

You can’t deny this was a major turn on. But was this right? He’s like, what? 13 years your senior? 14? 15?! Plus, he was your sensei. He raised you when your parents didn’t. You definitely didn’t see him as a father figure, more like an older brother looking out for you.

Were you really going to let this happen? No. No way. You have to tell him no.

“Kakashi, I ca-“ before you can finish your sentence he picks you up like you’re weightless.

He drags you to your bedroom. Did he guess? Has he been to my apartment before? No, never. How does he just..know?

You wiggle, attempting to break free from his grasp. You’re still not all sure if this is what you want, but your core is aching. It wants him to touch you so bad, especially after Hayate’s video got you pent up.

Your heart is racing. Still writhing in his arms, he brings you to your bedroom.

In your squirming from the previous moments, you had lost your loose fitting sleep shorts. Now just in a white tank top and black laced underwear.

You wonder if you’re dreaming. How is this happening? Why? Why to you?!

He places you on your back, and you sit up on your elbows staring at him. His face is a slight pink, and his breathing is a bit erratic.

He puts his knee between your thighs, separating your legs from touching. You make a small noise when he pushes further into you. Staring at his knee, anticipating his next move. He lets out a slight chuckle.

“You’re so adorable”.

“Huh?” You look back up at him. He takes his hands and removes his band, and then his mask. You’ve seen him once without the mask before, so it wasn’t a total shock seeing his face.

He stares at you, and you just stare blankly back.

He then looks down at your breasts, your nipples are hardened by the sexual tension.

You move your head a bit more down, staring at his manhood. Even when clothed, you can tell it’s big.

You both unclothe one another and before you know it, you’re both making out nude.

Whilst kissing you, Kakashi says “I’ve been needing you for so long. That message sent me over the edge”. He puts his hands all on you, seemingly not knowing where to put them.

While on top of you, he spreads your legs and pulls you closer.

His dick sits right on top of your pubic bone, and down to the bottom of your belly button. You’ve been with a fair share of people, none of them as big as him.

You wiggle, demanding his attention to your dripping core.

“Such a needy whore, does Hayate know you chose me over him tonight?” Kakashi breathes out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen. How did he know you were texting Hayate? Did Hayate tell Kakashi? No. They may know each other but most definitely aren’t friends. How long has he been watching you?!

“Well?” He says, finally moving his cock towards your core. His dripping with precum, which mixes with your juices.

Kakashi runs his cock across your clit causes you to wince.

“I know you haven’t been pleased in quite a bit, y/n. You’re so pathetic, I’ve only been here 20 minutes and I already have your clothes off and cock dripping on your needy hole”.

You have no answer to him. He’s right. You’re a needy, pathetic slut that needs him so badly, and he knows it.

You try and give him the most doe eyes you can and say “Kakashi-sensei.. please use me..” you see his shield of cockiness falter for a moment.

“Oh fuck..” he says looking at your eyes.

You open your mouth to say please.. but before you can, he’s shoved his entire length into you.

You moan so loud, and instinctively go to cover your mouth. He grabs your wrist before you’re successful, and puts both your wrists over you head with just one hand. His other one reaches over for your phone. He unlocks it with your passcode, no way he could’ve guessed it. It’s literally just random numbers “18849”. He’s been watching you like he said..

He begins to pump into you rapidly.

“Oh fuck..ah~” you moan freely.

“Which one of these boys should I call? Hmm? Who should I show you’re being such a naughty whore for?” He says between breaths.

“S-sensei ple..ahh.. please d-don’t!” You can even speak with how rough he’s treating your core.

“I’m calling Hayate”.

“N-nO.. pl-pleasee sensei. I’m-I’m yours and… mmmfffggh.. only yours.. ahh..” you plead with him.

He decides not to call him, instead taking multiple photos and videos of you getting pumped by him.

He cums inside your pussy, letting out multiple groans throughout. You’re a bit disappointed it ended so quickly.. or so you thought. He continues to pump into you even after cumming.

“K-kashi… did.. did you..mmgfff~”

“Y-yeah.. I’ll stop using you when I want. You’re mine” he says with complete lust in his eyes.

He starts going through your phone.

You’re scared. You have texts on there, pretty nasty, to other guys. How will he treat you seeing them?

He shames you by reading them aloud.

“‘I’ll be so good for you master’ you love calling people titles huh? You like calling me sensei, huh?”

“P-pleaseeee…~~” you don’t even know what you were saying please to.

All you can think about is how unfair this all is. Yeah you’ve slept around and sexted men, but you’re sure Kakashi has texted his fair share of women.

“Hmmm… these photos you send them. Never thought your sensei would want to see you like this? All weak and pathetic over his cock”

It didn’t matter what he said. You didn’t know if he was saying it to be mean or horny but it was the truth nonetheless.

“I..ah~.. I don’t know..” you told him.

You came around his length.

“Ah..heh~” he says as he finishes pumping the last of his seed into you.

With the last remaining strength you have, you sit up and watch the sperm drip out of you.

You and Kakashi take a shower together, and you immediately pass out in bed, totally satisfied with your dick appointment.

You wake up to no Kakashi and a barrage of messages from Hayate saying shit like “you totally blue balled me but that’s okay I went out with one of your girls”. You just laughed so hard, you knew Ino would have no interest in Hayate, her standards are way too high. And Sakura was telling the truth most definitely about saving herself for Sasuke.

You went through your camera roll and sent him a video of Kakashi fucking you til your brain was mush and sent it to him.

Kakashi is all you want.

No.

Kakashi is all you need.

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13. Smut prompt - “I desire you. I burn for you.” with - Kakashi plz 🥹💛

Yay - thank you for the request, Heather! I am so glad someone picked this prompt. I don’t know what’s happening, but I am kind of on a kick with the enemies to lovers thing lately... sorry lol. 🍋 Prompt: “I desire you. I burn for you.”

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: NSFW, enemies to lovers, fingering, squirting, modern AU, lawyer AU, reader is kind of mean to Kakashi, but he doesn’t mind in the end lol.

Never had you been so irritated in your entire life. The ticking of the clock was like a manic countdown, reminding you of how much work you hadn’t completed with each passing second. But honestly, how were you supposed to work when Kakashi Hatake was just down the hall, promotion-less, while you sat and basked in the glory of a new job title and salary bump? Sure, he was irritating, and yes, he had shown you up countless times before - but you weren’t a monster. He deserved this promotion just as much as you did, and you hated it.

For the past month, all you could think about was beating him to the finish line and taking the corner office in style. You thought of how delicious the look on his face would be when you offered your condolences and coyly stated, “Maybe next time, Hatake.” before you went out to get smashed with your friends.

But never did you imagine this feeling of pure… frustration. Sitting in your old office, working on reports that your new boss needed by next week, while Kakashi was just a few doors down, working on who knows what. It was not your intention to show off to him when you stayed late tonight, but as the other lights throughout the office slowly turned off, and the echoes of footsteps and laughter were muffled from the closing of the front door, you watched and waited. But Kakashi never left.

With a sigh, you rolled back from your computer desk and stretched your arms over your head. Silently, you walked towards the breakroom to fill up your water bottle as you pondered your next move. The truth was, you were getting nowhere on your assignment and this was a complete waste of your Friday night. There was no way you were getting anything done with-

“Hiya,” Kakashi hummed as he placed his empty coffee mug in the dishwasher. “Big first case?”

Your water bottle practically overflowed and you quickly jerked it from the dispenser, splashing small droplets to the floor as you grumbled, “Shit.”

“I’ll get it.” Kakashi was already ripping off a paper towel before you could protest and kneeling down to wipe away the spill, his spiked, silver hair a bit disheveled from the long work day.

“Thanks,” you sighed, leaning back against the fridge. “And no, no case. I’m running some reports for next week. I just wanted to get a head start on my work.”

“Always an overachiever.” Kakashi stated as he stood up and placed the paper towel into the garbage can, his grey dress pants melding into every delicious ripple of his muscular thighs. Kakashi was handsome, there was no denying it. It was the very first thing you ever noticed about him and the reason you swore to never converse with him for more than five minutes at a time. Being in meetings with him was like some fucked up form of torture, because you could never focus when he was around. One time, Ino actually had to pinch you just to rip your eyes off of him. But him being hot wasn’t the worst part, oh no.

The worst part was that he was hot and smart.

The rivalry started small, with Kakashi being assigned a big case over you even though he was a new attorney to the firm. The higher ups had assured you it was nothing to worry about and that he was simply a better fit for this clientele, but you didn’t care - from that moment on, Kakashi was your enemy. Your smoking hot, witty enemy.

Being enemies with Kakashi was easier than expected, if only because it provided you with a reason to avoid him at all costs. It was easy to dip out of the breakroom when he came to get his coffee. It was easy avoiding eye contact with him when you passed him in the hallway. Hell, it was even easy turning down his invites to get lunch with him. Everything was easy if it meant not developing actual feelings for him, which you knew would be the easiest thing you’d ever do. If you allowed it to happen, which you wouldn’t. Ever.

“I guess,” you responded coolly as you started walking back to your office. “Not everyone can show up to court ten minutes late and win the case because the judge has a crush on them, after all.”

“She does not have a crush on me,” Kakashi retaliated. “Did you ever think that maybe I’m just a decent lawyer?”

You spun around on your heel to face him. His steel grey eyes were intensely locked onto yours as he sauntered over to you, both hands firmly placed into his front pockets. You wanted to kiss - no - hit him. Yes, that’s it. Wanted to smack his smirk right off his gorgeous face.

“No.” You were shocked at the toxicity in your tone. Kakashi winced slightly and your heart sank to your stomach when he shook his head and brushed past you.

“By the way,” he said curtly, glancing at you from over his shoulder. “Congratulations. You really deserve it. I’m happy for you.”

The stillness in the air was muggy, clinging to your blouse that stuck to your skin. His footsteps crashed around you as he walked back to his office and you felt small - like an insignificant beetle. You cleared your throat and peered at him as you walked by his office. His shoulders were tense and he was chewing on his pen cap, clearly deep in thought. You stalled.

With a weary gaze, you watched him lean back and swivel around in his chair, and you wished you had an angle to see how his pants perfectly clung to his bulge. You’d seen it a few times before - completely by accident, of course - and it was big. A delight, even. Get a fucking grip, you thought, shaking your head as you started back towards your desk. You had to get out of here. Now.

“Need something?” Fuckfuckfuck. You froze and allowed the agony of the realization sink in - he’d caught you, red handed, watching him. No, worse - admiring him - full on gawking at him like some piece of art on display.

“No, sorry,” you mumbled. “Long day. I spaced out. I think I need to get out of here for some air.”

You peeked over at him through your hair to find him leering at you with a faint flicker of amusement. His mouth twitched upwards when your eyes connected to his and he pushed back from his desk and rolled his neck, reaching for his backpack.

“What are you doing?” You asked, like an idiot.

Kakashi’s smile was dripping with a coyness you had never seen from him. “I’m going to leave, too. I’ve barely gotten anything done.”

“R-Right,” you responded. “Makes sense.” Your legs weren’t moving, forcing you to instead look at the ceiling in an attempt at not undressing Kakashi with your eyes again.

“Oh, and I have that counter-offer you asked for,” Kakashi said. “I did manage to do something tonight, distraction be damned.”

Despite the warning signals shooting down your spine, you went to grab the papers from Kakashi. As your fingers grazed against his, a bolt of lighting crashed into your heart and the room started spinning around you just as the papers toppled from you and scattered to the floor. Kakashi laughed and rolled his eyes. He was saying something but you couldn’t hear him over the fluttering of blood rushing to your ears, and when he grabbed hold of your wrist, the moment stopped.

Calloused hands held onto your face as his fingers dug into the base of your scalp and tangled in your hair, angling you up to him. He was so close yet so far - reachable yet unattainable.

“Are you okay?” He sounded rigid, stressed. You blinked and stared at his lips.

“Huh?” You asked, trailing up to his caring eyes. The pressure of his hands on your face felt nice and warm. You tentatively leaned forward and realized you were gripping onto his button-up. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t seem fine,” Kakashi whispered, tightening his grip on you. “You dropped the papers and then started wobbling. You need to stop skipping lunch. Sit down.”

“No!” It came out shrill and needy, and you desperately wanted to evaporate into dust. “I mean, I’m fine.” Heat rose to your cheeks and you instinctively looked down as you fumbled with his shirt buttons. You could feel the tension in the air circle you like a hungry pack of wolves.

“At least let me get you a granola bar or something.” He sighed, and his breath smelled like green apples. His hands loosened, but before he could drop them, something gave you the nerve to squeeze his shirt. Neither of you moved.

“Kakashi?” Nervously, you flicked your eyes back to his. Instant regret. He leered over you with a focused gaze, his hands now seething against your skin. He angled your face to him with intensity, staring at you straight-to-center. You had no room for doubts, or bashfulness, or even second-guessing. There was only room for him.

“I don’t think you’ve ever called me by my first name before,” he laughed, his breath crisp. “I like it.”

“I think I’m alright now,” you murmured as he rested his forehead against yours. “You can let me go.” You leaned closer to him as the lie toppled from your lips like a leadened ball, heavily dropping from your lungs to the carpet.

“I can,” he agreed, angling his head lower, ghosting his lips over yours. “But why would I do that?”

“What is happening?” You managed to sputter, trying to pull away, but his hands locked you in place. Kakashi’s face was gentle and soft, his dark eyes flickering between yours and your mouth. “I- I thought we hated each other.”

“No,” he corrected, and his voice was husky. “You hate me. But I…” His fingers twitched against your scalp and he pulled you forward, skating his lips over yours. “I desire you. I burn for you.”

Without hesitation, you pushed your lips to his. Frantically, hungrily. Your grip on his shirt tightened and you moaned into his mouth as his tongue swirled against your teeth, drinking you in. Your hands moved to his hair as you pushed him back to sit on the desk, climbing over him and stinging your knees on the wood. The little air in your lungs was of no concern to you as you desperately unzipped his pants, his arousal aggressively poking into your stomach as you kissed your way down his chiseled jawline. An explosion of lust erupted in your chest when he squeezed your ass and groaned when you nipped at the skin of his neck.

His groan was devilish and delightful, rippling through the air like a tidal wave. His thumb grazed over your hip bone as you moved lower, licking to the shell of his ear and gyrating your hips against his erection. His cock caught onto your clit and a seething fury of lust twisted round your heart like poison ivy, squeezing your soul until it leaked onto your panties from between your thighs.

“For the record,” you huffed as Kakashi growled something about fucking you while sliding a hand between your thighs. “I don’t hate you.”

“Good to know.” He pushed the soaked through cotton of your panties to the side, skating his slender fingers over your slick folds. His sharp teeth sank into the skin of your shoulder as he pushed two fingers deeply into where you were the most wet, shooting a kaleidoscope of colors through the dark of your vision as you tightly shut your eyes and spewed out curses. His fingers fit perfectly inside of you, stretching you in the best way, and suddenly Kakashi was no longer your enemy; he was inevitable.

Blazing desire rushed to your pussy as Kakashi arced his fingers, tantalizing you with each slow drag as he brought his knuckles inside you. You wiggled your hips and grinded down on his hand as you gripped his hair, groaning his name loudly into the dimly lit office. His thumb traced circles over the hood of your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh,” Kakashi hummed when you threw your head back. “You like it here, huh?”

You bit your lip and nodded harshly, gyrating needily into his big hand, seeking a release. Kakashi laughed huskily, rumbling his entire chest, as you whined and thrashed above him. He grabbed your ass and pushed his nimble fingers deeper into your core as his thumb ran back and forth along your clit in a perfected pattern, as though he’d been with you for years and knew exactly how to move to get you wound up.

It was only his fingers, but the pleasure was heavenly. You needed more - you needed his cock, fully sucked inside of your soaked through cunt. Kakashi’s eyes gleamed with a hazy mischievousness as his free hand rolled up your spine and gripped the back of your neck, pushing you forward into a kiss that sparked up the darkest parts of your mind. The smell of sex lingered in the air of his small office, the only sounds that bounced off the walls that of your heavy breathing and the squelching of his fingers thrusting in you. It was beyond erotic - something that would put the most practiced of prostitutes to shame.

Kakashi’s hand ran down the length of your spine as you pulled back from his reddened lips with a delicious pop to watch his soaked fingers sink in and out of you. His rhythm was slow, almost mesmerizing. You fell forward with a sigh as you rested your head in the crook of his neck while he continued his devilish dance inside your walls. There was an intense pressure building in your stomach, and when Kakashi groaned a low “fuck” and increased his pace, rubbing incessantly at your puffy clit, you nearly cracked. Your nails dug into his muscular shoulders and your thighs trembled as you let out a whine that would put porn stars to shame.

“Ka-Kakashi, if you keep going, I’ll-”

“Just do it,” he rasped. “Come all over me. Make a mess.”

Your scream came out in fractured fragments, somewhere between a laugh and a groan, as your walls clenched around his fingers and you bit down on his earlobe. Kakashi praised you through the intense explosion of pleasure that erupted within your stomach and you gushed onto his fingers. You made a noise akin to a sob as hot liquid slid down your thighs and soaked through his pants.

Kakashi’s lips found your jaw and then the side of your mouth, burning along the skin of your face until your mouths forged together and his fingers slowed their ministrations against your sopping cunt. He painted your thighs with your slick as he kissed you down from your high, and for a moment, the world turned upside down.

“That was really…” You trailed off when Kakashi’s stormy eyes locked onto yours, sinking you in a monsoon of extreme adoration. You cleared your throat as you pulled back and ran your hands down his chest, stopping right at the bulky bulge in his pants. He grabbed your wrists and shook his head, smiling at you.

“Trust me, I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless. But you skipped lunch and I want to take you out on a proper date first.” He brought your hand up to kiss the pads of your fingers and that gorgeous smirk was back - the smirk you used to loathe, that used to drive you insane, was now your kryptonite.

Caving, you pouted and rolled your eyes at him. He only laughed and helped you off the desk with a quick peck to your cheek as he turned for the door.

“I’m going to clean up this mess and then I’m taking you out to dinner. Where do you want to go?” Kakashi glanced back at you over his shoulder.

You rocked back on your feet for a second, pondering, before looping your arm through his. “After we eat, can we go back to your place?” He nodded and kissed your forehead.

You smirked and pulled back, leaning against the door frame. “If that’s the case, then something fast. Taco Bell?”

“You can’t be serious,” he chuckled, resting his hand on the wall next to your head. You narrowed your eyes viciously. “Oh, you are serious.”

“I am very serious,” you said with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Besides,” you grazed your lips against his and sighed as the smell of his rich cologne hypnotized you. “We didn’t even get to the fun part.”

“I disagree,” he said, trailing his tongue over your bottom lip. “I had a lot of fun.”

His teeth pulled on your lip and you took the opportunity to kiss him, letting yourself fully sink into his spell. He was the bane of your existence, and also, now, the only thing holding you together. Never had you been more irritated in your entire life - you almost wanted to put yourself on trial - because you had actually fallen, quickly and without hesitation, for Kakashi Hatake.

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@voxpophatake - ficti-gram for you!

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Walking blind certainly has its disadvantages. For one, you keep tripping over roots, stumbling like a drunkard as you work to regain your balance on uneven ground you can’t see. For another, your guide seems rather unworried about protecting your face from leaves and small branches, which keep flicking your nose and glancing across the exposed parts of your forehead.

“Kakashi,” you grumble, spitting a leaf from the place where it’s plastered itself against your mouth, “where are we going?”

He just squeezes your shoulders, steering you slightly to the left with a little too much force, chuckling when you yelp and nearly lose your balance. “You’ll see soon, I promise.”

When Kakashi arrived at your door earlier in the evening, you expected his plan was to stay in for the night, as usual. He’s never been a particularly gregarious companion, and generally prefers the privacy of one of your homes to the bustle of Konoha’s nightlife. You’ve been on dates, of course, but usually at off times, ensuring whatever restaurant you’re eating in has as few customers as possible.

“Actually,” he said when you asked what he wanted to make for dinner, “I thought we could go out.”

A smile split its way unabashedly across your face—delight and surprise kindling in your belly as it widened. “Really?” you asked, thinking it best to provide him an opportunity to walk back his offer, stay in if that’s what he truly wanted. “I don’t mind cooking if you’d rather stay here.”

Kakashi’s smile rivaled yours, even beneath the taut fabric of his mask. “I’m sure,” he said.

You should have known better than to trust that smile, especially when you stepped outside and Kakashi plucked your forehead protector off so he could tie it over your eyes instead.

“What are you doing?” you asked, stiffening at the sudden loss of one of your senses.

Kakashi’s breath was warm as it fanned over your cheek, tickling the ridges of your ear as he whispered, “Do you trust me?”

The question traced a shiver down your spine in its wake—the closeness of his mouth, the slight teasing lilt in his voice like the caress of his calloused fingers against your skin. “Of course I do,” you said without hesitation before adding, “Completely.”

“Then let’s go.”

He steered you through the village, your skin warm from embarrassment every time you heard another pair of feet against the gravel, wondering what they must think of you traipsing through the village blindfolded, the Copy Ninja of Konoha’s gloved hands upon your shoulders.

Eventually, the gravel of the village streets gave way to the softer grass of the training fields, and then the uneven ground of the surrounding forests. All the while, Kakashi chatted idly, filling you in on some of the details of his latest mission, asking about yours. With every smack of a branch or tweak of your ankle, though, your patience wavered.

Now, as you snag your foot on yet another gnarled root and pitch forward, you growl. “Kakashi, it’s not that I don’t admire your penchant for drama and mystique, but are we getting close, at least?”

His fingers tighten on your shoulders only a little and you worry you might have offended him with your brusque inquiry. You’re tired of being blind, though, tired of faltering around like a toddler learning to stumble across a living room. You and Kakashi enjoy precious few evenings together—between your packed slate of missions and all Kakashi’s duties not only as a sensei but one of Konoha’s most effective and efficient shinobi, there aren’t many days you get to sleep side by side, never mind actually spend quality time catching up with one another.

You squawk indignantly as Kakashi’s hands drift from your shoulders to your waist, where he clamps down and hoists you off the ground, slinging you unceremoniously over one shoulder like a particularly unruly sack of rice.

“What are you doing?!”

“You seem to be a little perturbed about having to walk blindly through the underbrush, so I figured I would help you out,” he says, “Now mind your head.”

You tuck your face against his shoulder blade as leaves rustle against your back. “This is so embarrassing,” you grumble.

“No one’s here to see it,” Kakashi promises, patting you reassuringly on the behind, which makes you wrinkle your nose in irritation, “and we’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Kakashi’s steps are much more sure-footed than yours, and you move swiftly through the forest. You amuse yourself by listening for any signs of where you might be. You’ve spent your life in Konoha, and plenty of hours meandering aimlessly through the woods surrounding the village. With your sight cut off, you think your other senses are more heightened—though it’s probably only a matter of perception. Still, you can hear the babbling of a brook somewhere to your left—Kakashi’s right—and there are owls overhead, cooing softly as the sun must be setting. You wonder if it’s as dark beyond your hitai-ate as it is behind it.

Just as you’re about to ask again where you’re going—perhaps a little less gratefully than you should—you lift yourself a bit, ears perking up at a new sound. You quickly drop your head back down against Kakashi’s shoulder after you whack it on a branch. Kakashi chuckles, patting your ass again as he reminds you to keep your head low for that exact reason.

You bite off a sarcastic reply, choosing instead to tilt your head toward the new sound. And there it is again, a soft crackling noise in the distance, growing closer. You take an experimental sniff and are met with the telltale scent of a fire—the warm cedar and embers you associate with camping on the road during long missions.

“Nearly there,” Kakashi says, and you swear you can hear the warmth in his voice, pride at having maintained the surprise and mystery bleeding into his words.

You still make a noise of surprise—though it’s a little more dignified this time, you think—when Kakashi swings you off his shoulder and sets you on your feet. You sway, regaining your balance as he settles his hands on your arms so he can position you correctly. “Just a moment,” he says, and you nod to let him know you won’t move. Then, you feel his hands travel to the back of your head to unknot your forehead protector and pull it away.

You blink several times, eyes adjusting to the new light as it floods your vision, and then you take in the scene.

Kakashi has taken you to a small clearing in the woods. At its center is the bonfire you could smell and hear as you approached. Around it, he’s scattered countless pillows and blankets, all of which look perfectly plush and cozy. Overhead, the sky is a lovely deep purple, the last rays of the fading sun reaching up over the branches of the tallest trees like they are trying to touch the burgeoning pinpricks of light as the stars wink into existence.

“Thought we could use a change of scenery,” Kakashi says softly.

He looks bashful when you turn to him, hands in his pockets and one foot toeing at the dirt like he isn’t sure you’re going to like it. Which is silly because of course you do—you love every moment you get to spend with him, even when he’s grumpy and sleep-deprived or one of you is on unwanted mandatory leave. You love his morning breath and bedhead and his prickly two-day stubble. And if you can love him before he brushes his teeth or when he lets the venom of a bad mission poison his words after he returns home because he’s too exhausted to filter it out, of course you’re going to love this. Kakashi is a textbook romantic at heart—one only need peruse his bookshelves once to figure that much out about the otherwise mysterious shinobi—and you’re sure he’s put his whole heart into this moment. A gesture which is not lost on you in the slightest.

A romantic evening beneath the twinkling night sky, just the two of you. Away from the business and noise of the village, from the pressure of your jobs, the social expectations that come with leaving your apartment and running into people you know when all you really wanted to do is be together. A brief little respite from everything but the stars and the trees and the soft sounds of night creatures as they circle the ring of light thrown by your fire.

Of course you love it. Almost as much as you love him.

Kakashi must have spent a lot of time preparing this spot; there’s a huge pile of firewood to ensure you don’t run out, a tamper-proof box which you assume holds your food for the evening, and a cozy tent already setup so you don’t have to make your way back home through the pitch dark trees again.

Your heart swells with gratitude and affection. You step close to Kakashi, twine both your arms around one of his like a vine, like you’re rooting him to you so he can never move too far away, beyond your reach. “I love it. Thank you.”

His relief is palpable as his muscles relax, head falling forward until his forehead rests against yours. He chuckles. “I know I probably shouldn’t have been nervous, but I can’t help it.”

You offer him a reassuring smile as you press a kiss to his clothed cheek. It doesn’t take long for Kakashi to pull the mask loose and kiss you for real—soft lips capturing yours and pouring all his love into your mouth. Kakashi’s kisses, even when they are rushed or rough at the edges with need, always carry with them an undercurrent of tenderness—affection like warm honey, sweet and golden.

You sway on your feet as his tongue slips past your lips and Kakashi steadies you once again, one strong arm tucking against the small of your back to hold you up and press you closer to him.

The kiss only breaks because you need to breathe; a devasting inconvenience if ever you’ve known one.

Kakashi traces your cheek with one finger, runs it along your jaw and then down your neck, tugging at the top of your shirt before he pulls away, the unspoken promise of later written in the crook of his lopsided grin. “Let’s eat,” he says, and your stomach gives a rumble of approval that makes you whine in embarrassment while Kakashi chuckles at your expense.

He soothes the sting with a soft peck between your brows, which flattens the wrinkle there, before he steps past you toward the fire.

You follow, rearranging some of the pillows Kakashi has laid out and settling comfortably against them as Kakashi unpacks the supplies he’s so carefully organized. You reach out to help and he swats you away, pressing a drink into your hand instead. You smile at his determination and watch as he prepares your meal, fish grilled over the open flames on a ladder of sticks he’s tied together with supple green stems that pop and sizzle against the heat. There’s a pot of rice buried in the coals and fresh fruit, which you pluck from the platter when he hands it to you, enjoying the fresh juices as they burst over your tongue.

You suppress a moan at a particularly sweet bite, pressing the back of your hand against your mouth. Kakashi smiles at you, his happiness warming you through far better than even the well-stoked campfire.

Your dinner is simple, but delicious; seasoned with sea salt and a few dry herbs but not much else. You lean your shoulder against Kakashi’s as the two of you eat in comfortable silence, enjoying the flickering of the flames and Kakashi’s body so close to you. He shucked his vest and gloves when he started cooking, eventually abandoning his overshirt as well when a sheen of sweat appeared on his brow. Now he’s next to you in just his undershirt, and you admire the way the fire casts alluring shadows over his exposed throat, his bare shoulders and arms.

He must notice you admiring his physique because he jostles you with his elbow. “It’s impolite to stare.”

You hum, “Some might say it’s impolite to blindfold your date and let her get smacked in the face by tree branches, too, so I think we can call it even.”

He smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners, and you lean up to kiss his cheek.

When you finish your meal, you join Kakashi in shedding your sandals and kunai pouch, stripping down to only the most comfortable parts of your uniform. “I packed us an overnight bag,” Kakashi says, “so you’ll have comfortable clothes to sleep in.”

“And a toothbrush?” you ask.

He nods. “And a toothbrush.”

Not that it matters, really. No number of missing toiletries or creature comforts could take away from this evening. You snuggle into Kakashi’s side, inhaling his familiar scent as it mingles with the smell of the fire, content and sated and deliriously happy.

It’s not until Kakashi shifts beneath you that you realize your eyelids have gotten heavy. You flutter them open, determined to stay awake as long as possible, to enjoy every moment with Kakashi you can pluck from the intervening hours before the sun rises again and you are both forced to return to your village and your duties there.

“I brought dessert,” he says, running his fingers up and down your arm lazily, occasionally tracing twisting, swooping patterns against your skin.

You tilt your chin so you can meet his gaze. “You don’t like sweets.”

He smiles, and the expression is full and true in a way that makes your soul sing. “But you do,” he whispers, kissing the tip of your nose as he untangles himself—despite your somewhat feeble protests—to pull something else from his lockbox of supplies.

You throw your head back and laugh when he shows you what he’s brought—a bag of jumbo marshmallows, perfect for toasting over an open fire.

He leaves you to replenish the wood so the flames leap a little higher, a little brighter, as he wanders through the clearing in search of a good roasting stick. He returns with two, briefly using a kunai to sharpen one end of each before sliding a marshmallow onto both and handing you one.

You arch a curious eyebrow. “You’re making one, too?”

He shrugs, lifting one arm to coax you back into place against his side as you both dip your marshmallows carefully into the flames.

“A backup,” he says, “in case you burn yours.”

You thwack his stomach with the back of your free hand. “As if I’m not a master of toasting marshmallows,” you say, “How dare you?”

He shakes his head, silver hair falling into his eyes until you push it away. “My mistake.” He opens both for just a moment, bathing you in the gentle red glow of his sharingan as the tomoe spin lazily, his other dark pupil sparkling with amusement and adoration.

You’re all but hypnotized, marshmallows and fire and the whole world forgotten until—

“Damn it!”

The greedy flames engulf your marshmallow and you scramble to pull it from the fire, ignoring Kakashi’s soft chuckle as you bring the blazing end of the stick close to your mouth so you can blow out the tiny inferno. You pout, turning to glare at Kakashi as he pulls his own stick from the fire, admiring aloud the perfectly golden color of his toasted treat.

You frown at the black charcoal ball at the end of your stick, steeling yourself as you prepare to eat it out of sheer stubbornness and pride.

“Here,” you turn to find Kakashi holding out his marshmallow for you, smiling tenderly. You sigh, grateful but also a little annoyed he’s somehow better at this than you are as you set the charred remnants of your own marshmallow aside.

You’re about to reach out and pluck your dessert from Kakashi’s grasp when another, far more mischievous, idea takes hold instead.

You sit up on your knees, smirking in response to the way Kakashi tilts his head curiously in response. You say nothing, but lean forward and open your mouth, taking the marshmallow between your lips in one wide, sticky bite.

All the while, you keep your gaze locked with Kakashi’s, relishing the sharp hiss and stifled moan your actions elicit.

You take your time enjoying your dessert—though that’s mostly because you don’t have a choice, marshmallows are notoriously chewy, after all—and then grasp Kakashi’s wrist firmly so you can lick the remnants from his fingers, using your tongue and teeth to clean every last sticky bit from his skin.

You’ve hardly finished when Kakashi drags you in for another kiss—this one much rougher and more demanding than any of the others you’ve shared this evening. You respond in kind easily, suddenly wide awake and eager to stay that way.

When he hoists you up again, throwing you over his shoulder for the second time since you left the village, you yell, though it morphs into a half-moan when Kakashi squeezes your thighs, fingers digging into your hamstrings.

“Now it’s time for my dessert,” he says.

Your shared laughter—and all the other sounds you make together—rise through the clearing toward the stars well through the evening, lingering long after the fire has burned down to embers.

#kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake x you #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake #fem!reader #tw suggestive #lemony ficti-grams #lemony scribbles

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xxchumanixx · 11 months

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In the middle of the night

Kakashi Hatake x reader

Warnings: anxiety if you squint, craving

Authors note: just a little something that popped up when I wanted to sleep and it just wouldn't let me do so.

Based on the song "middle of the night" by Elley Duhé. Listen to it here: middle of the night In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night Just call my name, I'm yours to tame In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night I'm wide awake, I crave your taste All night long 'til morning comes I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh

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I summoned you, please come to me

Don’t bury thoughts that you really want

I fill you up drink from my cup

Within me lies what you really want

Your hands trembled, as you tried to keep calm.

It wasn’t the first time that you threatened to lose your cool, no. It tended to happen frequently, coming and going whenever it pleased lately.

Taking a few deep breaths, you got up from your bed, crumpling the already wrinkled sheets even further. Stepping into the bathroom you flicked on the light, letting your eyes get used to it as you wandered further into the small room.

Water. You needed water. Turning it on you didn’t hesitate to splash some of it into your face, hoping that the cool liquid would be able to cool your heated body down. Your erratic heart didn’t calm, though.

Come, lay me down

'Cause you know this

'Cause you know this sound

Looking into the mirror you locked eyes with yourself, memories flashing before them. Specks of silver hair, his hands on your body, gripping your skin tight. Closing your eyes, you tried to wash the memory away.

Ever since this night things had changed.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh

You could have sworn you still tasted him on your tongue, the mixture something sweet and salty.

You hated the way things were now, your feelings scattered along with your heart. How it was still beating – you didn’t know.

You heard him call out your name clear as day, and for a split second you believed he stood behind you. But when you turned around there was no one.

Not being able to sleep you wandered into the kitchen, preparing some tea. You knew there was a high possibility that you would be awake till morning comes.

These burning flames, these crashing waves

Wash over me like a hurricane

I'll captivate, you're hypnotized

Feel powerful, but it's me again

Tea in hand you sat down on the cushions scattered around the floor. The tea was hot, but not nearly as hot as your memories burning their way into your brain forever. You knew you wouldn’t be able to forget what happened, your restless mind a constant reminder.

Wave after wave the euphoria washed over you, bathing you in its sweet taste. Your skin tingled as you imagined his fingers brushing over it ever so delicately, leaving a scorching trail in their wake.

Come, lay me down

'Cause I know this

'Cause I know this sound

You let yourself lay down on the cushions after setting the cup aside. Hearing his voice resonate in your head you shook it, trying to get rid of the sound – your favourite sound in the world.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh no, ooh

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh

Your eyes fluttered close as you finally let yourself sink into the memories. There was no use in trying to free yourself from their grip, so why even try anymore?

Sighing, you let your inner eyes swipe over his features. His silver hair, his dark eye, the tactical gear he always wore – except for that one time he held you in his arms, rid of all clothing.

Your body shuddered involuntarily at the scenes flashing before your eyes. The look of pure lust in his eye, darkening it to a point where it almost seemed black. His fingers, dancing on your skin, eliciting little sparks from it.

And just call on me, ah, just call my name

Like you mean it

Breathing out his name when suddenly the doorbell rang, your heartbeat quickened to an almost unhealthy pace.

You sat up, taking a moment to gather yourself, before making your way towards the door. When you opened it, it had already rang twice, the sound causing you to flinch.

Your knees wobbled when you laid eyes on the man standing in front of you. “Kakashi.” you breathed out in shock, trying to ignore the way your cheeks burned up, when you remembered that you were only wearing your pyjamas.

He breathed heavily, before closing the distance between you. That his typical ninja mask was missing slipped your attention. His mouth attached to yours with enough force to make you stumble backwards so he could step inside and close the door, his lips never leaving yours.

A surprised moan left your lips at the action. You needed to feel him, make sure that he was really there.

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

Just call my name, I'm yours to tame

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours, oh

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, oh, whoa

Falling into your bed together you swore to yourself to never let him go. You were his to take, and he was yours.

In the middle of the night, he devoured your body. In the middle of the night, you called out his name, his taste engraved on your tongue. In the middle of the night, he loved you, telling you how he was addicted to you. An addiction, that he couldn’t shake off.

In the middle of the night.

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adrunkskeletonsduck · 2 years

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5:20ᴘᴍ

➜Pairing: various!character x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, speeding, fluff, not proof read

➜ Word Count: 0.3k

➜ Notes: None

“Don't do that thing again this time though okay?” You said to him as you got onto his motorcycle, shrugging on a leather jacket.

He smirked “I don’t think I know what you’re talking about pretty.” He said innocently, getting on in front of you and starting up the bike.

“You know what I’m talking about and if you do it again, I swear to God, I will kill you.” You wrapped your arms around his waist as he started to drive.

You passed stoplight after stoplight, getting closer and closer to your house and still nothing had happened, you thought he had forgotten about it. Or just decided that he had scared the crap out of you enough for one day and somehow ended up coming to the conclusion that nothing was going to happen. So, with that in mind, you rested your head on his back closing your eyes, allowing yourself to relax into his body and warmth, and letting the feeling of contentment settle in.

Just as you were feeling yourself being pulled into dream world, you heard the engine rev a little louder and felt the vehicle under you lurch forward with a new found speed. Your eyes shot open, as you drew yourself back from him, your arms squeezing his waist and tightening your hold on him as you gasped. Not even seconds later you were slowing down again.

He looked back at you briefly, shoulders shaking with laughter that made his eyes glitter beautifully when he saw the shocked and horrified look on your face. Once the shock had left you though you began to yell at him, your complaints and scolding's barely audible over the wind. He turned his head to look back at the road, still laughing and unable to shake the small but growing grin making its way across his features.

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kashihq · 2 years

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heartless / naruto

hatake kakashi x fem!reader

alone in a restaurant, the dress you had put on two hours ago suddenly seemed very cold. pulling and flattening the edges, you steeled yourself as the sniffles came. this is the second time in a month he had not shown up. the waiter came like clockwork, a nearly surgical routine, with that awfully apologetic smile.

“i’m sure mr. hatake is held up at work.” he said, making himself small as i shifted my gaze towards him. he offered a slightly toothier grimace as he collected the glasses, his hand wavering slightly as he picked up the empty one in front of me.

“thank you.” you said blankly, patting his arm slightly as you stood. the waitstaff was always kind to you here, even though you rarely ever actually dined. you left a tip on the corner of the table he already cleaned and continued on your way.

the night air of konoha warmed you as you stepped out, the stars twinkling in their places. you couldn’t go home. back to to your apartment, where kakashi would show up hours later, collapsing into your bed with his uniform still on.

no, instead you climbed. being sure no one under you would get a show, you jumped to the roof of the hotel across the street, then following the elevated path to the hokage rock, settling on the top of tsunade.

he didn’t mean it, you told yourself, as hot tears ran down your face. the pit in your stomach turned hot as well, threatening to rise through your throat. another side of you, a side that whispered darkly into your ear with a menacing smile, said that it didn’t matter if he meant it. you deserve better. you want someone who shows up, someone who would never treat you like this. the voice said that kakashi hatake was a heartless man, who cared as much for you as the children he raised for slaughter.

it had been four hours since you left the restaurant, six hours since you were meant to meet, when kakashi landed softly next to you. his mask obscured half his face, but the other half was steely, emotionless. his head dipped, brows furrowing.

“baby, i’m—” he started, but was cut off my your hand ghosting his knee.

“if you can’t commit to this relationship with any certainty, ‘kashi, then i don’t think you should commit to it at all.” it surprised you, how level you sounded. your body was possessed by someone who knew what to do. your insides, on the other hand, ached. flames licked at your abdomen, the pain a damp, dull feeling that spread to your fingers and toes. maybe it was time to throw in the towel.

kakashi was quiet for a long time, as he often was during disagreements, searching for words he’s long since lost being alone for so long. you sniffled, faltering as the thought of never disagreeing with him again plagued your mind. you didn’t want this relationship to be like this, but you sure didn’t want it to end. the noise caused kakashi to cock his head up towards you. you could see his other eye now, which seemed to be pooling with tears. they were coming fast, and as he made eye contact, he seemed to explode.

“‘kashi?” you asked, reaching a hand out to him.

“please.” he shouldered away your touch, but the pained tone of his voice was clear. “please don’t leave me.” the dam broke. kakashi hatake crumbled before your eyes, heaving and sobbing into his knees as he pulled them up to his chest. this was the most you’ve seen out of him in all the years you’ve known him, and the guilt set in.

“kakashi, baby, look at me.” he did, slowly. you took in his appearance. white strands of hair was sticking to his forehead, and his mask, damp now, was sliding unceremoniously off his face. you gently removed it, smoothing his hair back so you could see him better. he flinched slightly when you touched the bare skin of his face, but he didn’t pull away. he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a desperate cry. he shoved his face back between his arms and knees, you could barely make out that he was speaking. chanting. praying.

“please. please. please.” it went on, so you wrapped your arms around him, resting your face onto the side of his head.

“i’m not going to leave, kakashi.” your voice was quiet, betraying the rageful part of you that was still begging for someone who’s only priority was you.

“what?” he whispered.

“i’m not, i’m staying here.” you lifted your head up when he did, looking once more into his eyes. “i love you.” it wasn’t the first time you thought it, but it was definitely the first time you said it out loud.

kakashi gave a mournful smile, cocking his head to the side. “six months ago, at gai’s party, you were drunk.” face scrunched in confusion, you gave him a questioning look, but he continued. “you said you loved me as i was walking you home. i promised myself that the next time you said it, i would tell you about the first time to make fun of you.”

“oh.” you said, wondering why he was just being cruel.

“i said it back.”

“oh.”

“i—” he cut himself off, mouth opening and closing for a few moments before he spoke again. “i loved you even before then, i just couldn’t say it out loud. it’s… it’s hard. even now.”

“you say it to your friends all the time.” you weren’t really trying to argue. at least, you didn’t think so.

“when i say it to naruto or gai, it’s different. it’s like, with them, it’s a promise. that i’ve got their back, that i’ll protect them.”

“and with me?” he looked over and you fell in love again. his eyes held the universe.

“with you, it’s an oath. i love you, like you are the only one. i love you like i pray at your feet. i love you like you are the universe and the woman that created it.”

“you said it.” he nodded, wiping the snot and tears from his face.

“three times.” he whispered, leaning back on his hands.

“i’m sorry, ‘kashi.” you resting your head in his lap, curling as the air chilled.

“you have nothing to be sorry for.” he gently ran his fingers through your hair. “i’m sorry i missed our date.”

“‘s okay now. i love you.” body heavy, your eyes fluttered closed. you only now realized how exhausted you were.

“i love you too.” he whispered.

#they need to communicate more #but they’ll be okay #kakashi hatake x reader #kakashi hatake x you #hatake kakashi x reader #hatake kakashi x you #kakashi x reader #kakashi oneshot #naruto oneshot

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forthereaderinserts · 1 year

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The Yokai Ninja

Chapter 2

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The mood was palpable as the young teens trailed after the jonin in front of them. When the group reached the roof, the gray haired boy spoke again, “So, why don’t we start off by introducing ourselves.”

Sakura was quick to pipe up again. “Introduce ourselves? Well, what should we say?”

He rolled his visible eye, “Start with your name, and if that’s not too hard, we can move on to what you do and don’t like, any dreams for the future, your hobbies. Stuff like that.” That seemed easy enough, it was an activity that they usually made little kids do at the beginning of the school year, but did he have to be so rude about it?

“Why don’t you go first,” How was Naruto confused by this? It’s so simple. “Ya’ know, tell us about yourself so we know what to do.”

He sighed like it was some great task to interact with them, "My name is Kakashi Hatake. You don't need to know about what I like, and I don’t want you to know about my hobbies. As for my dreams for the future, I don’t really have any.” Seriously? That was so useless… And what was with the attitude?

It seemed like Sakura shared their sentiment, whispering to the group, “What a waste of time, all he told us was his name.”

Kakashi interrupted the gossip by having Naruto go first, now that he’d answered the boy's question. “Right! I’m Naruto Uzumaki. I like instant cup ramen, and I really like the ramen at Ichiraku’s, but I hate the 3 minutes it takes to cook it! My hobbies are trying a buncha different kinds of ramen and comparing them all! And for my big dream for the future, I’m going to be the best Hokage this village has ever seen! That way people will have to start respecting me and treat me like I’m somebody; somebody important.”

Y/N paused at that last part. They expected him to go on and on about pranks and ramen, but maybe there was something else to this boy. It was Sakura’s turn next. “I’m Sakura Haruno, what I like– I mean, the person I like is… Uh, my hobby is, heh. My dream for the future…?”

She let out a shrill squeal as Kakashi-sensei tiredly urged her to continue and finish her dislikes. She barks out Naruto’s name, causing him to groan like he’d been hit. If this is what being a ninja was like, Y/N regretted every decision that led to this path.

If Sakura’s introduction was exactly how they expected it to go, no doubt Sasuke would be a brooding mess of angst and darkness. “My name is Sasuke Uchiha. I hate a lot of things, and I don’t particularly like anything. What I have is not a dream because I’m going to make it a reality. I’m going to restore my clan and destroy a certain someone.”

That went as well as it could’ve, Y/N supposed. It certainly made everyone uncomfortable, but they felt like the only one who caught Sasuke promising to ‘restore’ his clan. Weird, though they should probably be the one to break the silence. It was their turn after all.

“My name is Y/N Seireiko. I don’t have many hobbies outside of chores, but I like reading and listening to music, I guess. I don’t like getting involved with drama, even if it makes for the best entertainment, and I don’t like watching people get taken advantage of. My dream for the future… I guess it’s just to make a difference to at least one person; prove to myself that I’m worth more than my fears tell me.”

Kakashi stared at Y/N for a second before moving on, “Great, you’re all interesting and unique individuals. We’ll have our first mission tomorrow.” Already?

“Already? Yes!” Naruto cheered, what’s with everyone being mind-readers today. “What kind of mission are we going on sensei?”

“Something special for the five of us, a survival exercise.”

“Survival exercise?!” “I thought we were supposed to get a real mission, we’ve done this at the academy before!” Y/N let Naruto and Sakura complain, they didn’t feel ready to take on a full-scale mission with these guys yet.

“Good thing this isn’t going to be like what you did at the academy.” Why was he laughing like that? What was going to happen during this exercise?

“Hey, that’s a normal question! Why are you laughing?” Y/N really needed to start speaking out loud, this was getting ridiculous.

Kakashi chuckled again, though it sounded more like a sneer, and directed his attention to Sakura. “If I tell you, you aren’t going to like it. Out of the 28 students who graduated, only ten will move on. The rest get sent back to the academy. In other words, this test is make-it-or-break-it; pass or fail.”

“That’s not fair! We worked hard to get here, what was all that even for then?!” Naruto’s shouting startled Y/N. They were so busy gawking at their sensei in disbelief, they had completely forgotten where they were. They had had strict teachers before, but this was insane.

Kakashi didn’t even seem fazed by the boy's anger, nor the growing unease of his new students. “That was just the first selection process to see who might become genin, in the end I get to decide who actually passes. Moving on, I expect you all at the training grounds at 5 AM, bring your ninja gear.”

The group took the lull in conversation to sink in the information they just received. If they didn't pass this next test, they would be sent right back to the academy. Given how authoritarian Kakashi-sensei was during their first meeting, Y/N had no doubt that if he felt like it, he would expel one of them for not meeting his standards. Looking at their classmates, they all seemed to be in deep thought, most likely coming to the same conclusion Y/N did. They managed to drag their eyes over to Kakashi, who, until now, was casually watching his students reel in horror.

As if he had a sixth sense, his eyes darted to meet Y/N’s. His hardened, steel-gray eye locked onto theirs, turning lighter with mirth as he noticed the slight shake in their form. The sick bastard was enjoying this, torturing kids barely younger than himself. Then, like nothing even happened, he stood up and spun around. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, he called out one final warning before leaving, “You all can go now, but here’s a little tip, don’t eat breakfast tomorrow. You might end up puking it out.”

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moumouton4 · 1 year

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Can I request hcs, if they are open, for how any of these characters: Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Orochimaru (Madara, Tobirama - I know these ones weren't on your list)

Would handle masturbating in front of their partner?

Like, is it hard for them? Would they feel self conscious? Would they just refuse to do it? What are they thinking about? Are they looking at their partner or closing their eyes? Do they look relaxed? (Just some things to think about, lol)

Just which ever characters you might feel any inspiration for! Hope this is okay! :)

Would He Handle Masturbating In Front Of You || Naruto characters x reader

Part 1 including : Sasuke Uchiha, Itachi Ichuha, Kakashi Hatake and Orochimaru

A/n : Hey hear me out. I'm going to add Madara and Tobirama when I'll get to finally see them lmao. I'm only at the ep 291 for now 👀

Part 2 including : Madara Uchiha, Tobirama Senju and bonus : Hashirama Senju ➡ HERE

Warnings : NSFW, masturbation, mention of riding, cum play, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Words count : 1929

Sasuke Uchiha :

This guy is really tricky to understand. Like I got to the climax of his insanity so I'm not going to base this headcanon on that

Nevertheless I sincerely think that if you ask him outright if you can look at him while he's touching himself, he's going to look at you sideways and the ground is going to open under your feet / lh

Don't get me wrong he is flustered, very indeed but he won't show it to you

Not yet

He's not especially self-conscious of himself but he thinks it's very personal and he's filled with a mix of shame and embarrassment for some reasons

Moreover he is with you so he wouldn't masturbate often

However you are stubborn and you insisted

Walking around in your underwear to get his attention doesn't work, his eyes linger on your ass and breasts but he always manages to look away

Getting on your knees and sucking him off and stopping at the last second to force him to jerk off doesn't work either

You even tried to sneak in to surprise him but obviously he always knew when you walked in the house

The only time you saw him touch himself, was when his hand was stroking his thick cock in a swift motion from the base to the tip, right before he entered you. A moment when his mind was clouded by anticipation and lust, his lust for you

So one day, as you were about to get going at it, he jerked his cock a few times to make sure it was hard enough before sticking it into you. As he was moving it closer to your pussy you shifted your hips

He was surprised but didn't pay any more attention and realigned himself to you still masturbating

And you did it again 0.0

But then he stopped all movement, while a worried look appeared on his face. He asked you if everything was all right and you had to apologize profusely out of shame for having worried him

He's just so sweet

He realized why you did that a few days later when he thought about it

Because that's what he was thinking about when he was masturbating, you having sex and him impregnating you. But his mind went back to that last time

When he understood, he went to see you, after having emptied himself of course :')

He threw put you on the bed and looked at you with his usual stare, though you could detect some malice in it

"When you expect something from someone, it's because you're able of the same" he said as if he was lecturing you

You raised an eyebrow

"Take that off and touch yourself for me. I'm watching" he said as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. His sharingan-ed eyes went down to your crotch to signal you to take off your pants

And here he had just reversed the roles

That's so typical of Sasuke

Itachi Uchiha :

He really doesn't deserve to be associated with the other members of the Uchiha clan on this part. Because unlike most of them, he has much less trouble showing affection to his loved ones, and especially his special one, you

When you ask him he is all red, like the clouds on the Akatsuki's robe

He is a little reluctant at first because making love is one thing, his cock is deep inside you and his head is buried in the crook of your neck. You don't see either of them. But now you want to see him with his cock in his hand and his face facing you. What if he moans ? 😱

But also how can he deny it to you when you bat your eyelashes like that at him, your eyes shining brightly

So he'll eventually agree, it's not that he doesn't want to do it it's just that he's afraid to look fragile and vulnerable in front of you

So please do praise him while his back is leaning on the headboard. His nail-polished hand moving up and down on his cock at a slow pace, his eyes closed and his frown wrinkling his forehead

You noticed his discomfort and asked him if he wanted to stop but now that his cock was hard in his hand he would have a hard time stopping even with all the self control in the world ( pun unintended )

So you got closer to him and with a look you made him understand what you were about to do to make sure he agreed ( consent is everything, consent is hot )

You put your small hand - compared to his - next to his on his cock, making his breath hitch when your fingers touched it and his sharingan activated without him having any control over it

You accompanied his hand in its motion before accelerating the movement and his hand followed your rhythm

You saw his face relax as the pleasure increased

After a while you let him continue to make himself feel good, admiring the tip of his leaky cock with precum disappear into his hand while his was fucking his fist. His pace now was nothing compared to the one he started with

And as slimy noises began to be heard, you heard a slight growl that overpowered the other sounds

You looked up to see him sitting there with his eyes closed, his face turned towards the ceiling and his legs spread a bit

The view was ethereal

"So pretty" you said

And to your surprise you heard him grunt your name in a groan, his hand seeming to move a little more vigorously

He ended up coming in a broken moan on his stomach, his hair sticking to his forehead due to sweat

Of course after that you helped him clean up and covered him with kisses on his chest, neck, cheeks, forehead and mouth, everywhere he would feel your love for him. You can try with the tip of his cock but he might get hard again

He looked exhausted and relaxed as if you pulled out of him an orgasm like he never had while masturbating alone

Finally, even when you're not with him and he's masturbating, he likes to imagine that you're close to him watching him do it

Genjutsu what #_#

Almost feeling your touch on his sensitive cock as he jerks off

Finally he did the right thing by listening to you

Kakashi Hatake :

Bro might be one kinky smut reader

BUT

And there is a big but with only one T :')

He is also one introverted boy and even with you he is still shy with some stuff

One of them being masturbating in front of you, even if he has read a lot of this kind of scene in Icha Icha

And he would be lying if he said he didn't get hard thinking about it

You've already masturbated each other so in theory it's almost the same thing right ?

And it's this way of thinking that helps him get over his flustered state

But once he's naked in front of you he's all pink

So he sits with his back against a pillow and close his eyes

You even asked him if he needed you to hold his books on an interesting page while he touched himself

He felt his face get warmer as his face got even redder

"N-no don't worry" he replied as he began to gently move his hand up and down on his shaft, grunting slightly as he felt his fist tighten on the head of his cock

At some point, his eyes fluttered open just to make sure you were still there and he was surprised to see you staring at him like he was the seventh wonder of the world

Was he that good looking ?

In fact he seems legitimately ashamed of those scars from his time in the anbu but also somehow of his tattoo

The look you gave him made his dick twitch in his hand and he grunts

He asks you to sit closer to him

As he does so the speed of his hand increases

And finally he comes in long hot ropes on his lower belly

Yet he keeps moving his hand along his length, he likes to overstimulate himself

After cumming a second time, he lets go of his cock and makes himself comfortable in bed closing his eyes now that he is comfortable in his sheets and relaxed

You took a clean washcloth to clean him and then joined him in bed to cuddle

He kisses your forehead thinking that even though it was hard for him at first it's still something he could do with you but only if you touch yourself as well

Why should you be the only one to enjoy the show ?

Orochimaru :

Literally has no shame

You are his creature and he is your master, at least in the beginning of your relationship, little by little he will start to realize that you are essential to his life and not at all to take your body, at least not in this way, he prefers to take you with his dick

And maybe he will start to be embarrassed at some point but not for the moment, you'll have to wait for him being in love with you

He is not at all self conscious about his body and he could walk around naked in front of you without any problem, he knows you love his body

It's not at all hard for him, the only hard thing there is his dick

And either if you are the one who suggest him to masturbate in front of you or if the idea comes from him, the goal is the same. It's a way to show your submission and belonging to him

And a good way to show it is to cum on you, on your face if you want, but otherwise in your mouth or on your breasts, where he can admire his work

He may even spread the mess he made on your breasts with his long cock or ask you to suck his dick clean

He needs to keep his eyes open, to have you in his sight

Not because he needs to see you to visualize you, he already knows you from every angle and could even draw you in detail. But he needs to see if you look at him, if you know the effect you have on him, how you make his cock hard and leaking

It's kind of intimidating in a way, he's the one who's naked but you feel almost as naked as him, even in your clothes, the way his piercing yellow-green eyes stare at you while being propped on his elbows

It's one of the only times, when he thinks about something other than his work, sure he sometimes thinks he could impregnante you and create an army of perfect little beings that would be the flesh of your two bloods but he is overall really disconnected from reality

And he looks so relaxed it's hard not to undress and join him, to ride his dick into the next century

So touching himself in front of you is something he can do without shame but seriously what's the point of jerking off in front of you while you look pretty drooling over the his cock when he can just undress you and take you as hard as he wishes

Just come here and enjoy

A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🥯🧀 Again my requests are open 🌯🍩

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rookieloveskashi · 1 year

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For Your Own Good

Part of the For Your Own Good Series Prev Work → Next Work

Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Warnings: angst, smut, making out, making up, makeup sex, vaginal sex, lots of feelings, POV Kakashi

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You have been Kakashi’s girlfriend for months now, and you’ve recently started telling him that you love him. He held his reply back, but after he tells Sasuke that all of the people he loves most have already died, he realizes that he can’t deny it anymore. He races to tell you before his mission, and for once, all is right in his world. But when he returns home to find that Sasuke has run away and Naruto has run off to chase him, Kakashi has to face the fact that disaster still follows him everywhere. He’s too late to stop Sasuke or protect Naruto, and he knows that his feelings for you will only put you in danger as well.

In which Kakashi tries to drive you away, but you aren’t leaving without a fight.

AO3 Link

He had to say it. It was for your own good, and you weren’t going to give him a choice. He had used all his usual tricks on you; acted as immature as the arrogant child he used to be, the reason people saw him as cold-blooded. But you were refusing to see him that way. So he looked away, and said the only thing you couldn’t misinterpret, no matter how badly he wanted you to.

“I’m telling you to leave me, Y/N.”

You were stunned, nearly breathless as you answered. “No.” Your body was beginning to tremble, either with fear or anger. “No. You can’t tell me to do that and then tell yourself it was my decision. If you don’t want me anymore, then admit it.”

He couldn’t. Because it wasn’t true.

He briefly considered running away; disappearing through the window. His muscles twitched as he fought an internal battle. Logically, he should leave. Get away from you so that he wouldn’t be able to inflict any more damage. He was a curse, and he couldn’t allow himself to hurt you anymore.

But still…

“Kakashi.” The fact that you were able to grab his arm proved to him just how torn he was about running. He could easily have broken free of your grip, or avoided it in the first place. But he just held still and let the reality of your pain wash over him. He had caused this, and though he knew he had, it hurt him to hear the pain in your voice as you pleaded with him. “Please. Before you run again, just explain something to me. And then—and then I’ll go.”

He couldn’t bring himself to answer, but he minutely nodded and stayed put.

“If you really meant everything you said before, fine.” You sounded dismissive, and for a second he wondered you somehow knew everything that had run through his mind. “But, just…if you want me to leave you, then why did you tell me yesterday that you love me?”

Because I do. He wanted to scream it. I love you and I want you with me all the time, but you’ll only get hurt that way. And you deserve so much more.

You allowed his silence for a minute before you challenged him. “They can’t both be true.”

“No," he agreed, turning to look at you. “They aren’t.”

Kakashi saw the shot of anguish strike your heart and flash across your eyes. But still, you held eye contact. “So which one is the truth?”

He was forced to break away from your gaze first, closing his eye and refusing to look at you while the truth ran through his mind. I love you and I don’t want you to leave, but I don’t want to hurt you anymore.

“You can’t just ignore me, Kakashi,” you confronted him. “I’m not leaving. Not unless—until you tell me you want me gone, and you truly don’t love me.”

Kakashi squeezed his eye tighter. Even if it would be for your benefit, he couldn’t bring himself to say those things to you.

After finally voicing his feelings to you, and the high he had felt for the entire mission afterward, he knew the words were even truer than he had realized when he said them. He had rushed back to the village so he could say them again; say them over and over until his voice was raw. The news of Sasuke’s defection had derailed those plans, but his feelings hadn’t changed. If anything, he wanted to draw you closer, tell you in even greater words. But how, when he had just become the pariah of the Land of Fire?

He felt your fingertips on his cheek. “Please,” you begged. “Just look at me and tell me the truth.”

He opened both eyes, forcing himself to see the vivid detail of the pain he had caused you; was still causing you. “I do love you,” he admitted, “and I don’t want you to leave.”

“Then why are you pushing me away?”

“Because…” he sighed, “how can I put that on you now? How can I ask you to accept that—accept me—after this?”

“Kakashi.” You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers between his. “I love you. You aren’t asking me to do anything. I’ve accepted you since day one, and you’ve done nothing to change that.”

“But…what I did—what I said…”

“Didn’t change how I feel.” You pulled him closer and tightened your grip on his hand. Just the look in your eyes nearly made his knees buckle. “I’ve accepted you this whole time.”

All his life, Kakashi had been told that he was genius. He had never been sure whether or not to believe it. But now, he knew the truth. He was a complete idiot.

How many times was he going to sabotage what he had with you? And how long until the damage was irreparable?

No. I can’t risk it one more time.

“Y/N.” Your name escaped his throat in a what was almost a sob. “I’m so sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, bringing your body to his and holding you as close as possible. He nestled his chin on your shoulder and brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “I swear I’ll make it up to you,” he whispered. “Please. Don’t leave me.”

You leaned back to look into his eyes. Those haunted, mismatched eyes. “I’m right here.”

He cupped your face, pulling your mouth to his and kissing you hard. His entire body was trembling, his arms unsteady as he savored this kiss as though it might still prove to be the last. You brought your hands to his head, burying them in his unwashed hair as you responded. Your kiss let him know that you were with him, and still wanted him, although to Kakashi, it didn’t feel possible.

But he was finished with doubting you; acting like you were already gone while you were standing right in front of him, fighting for him. He broke the kiss, his lips hovering over yours as he savored your presence. “I need you Y/N.”

“You have me,” you vowed. “I’m yours.”

He didn’t deserve to hear those words from you. He still knew that. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. You were his. You hadn’t just said so; you’d insisted.

He needed you. And he had you. So what was he waiting for?

Kakashi tugged your mouth back to his, the kiss so harsh it caused you to make a sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan. His tongue demanded entry, forcing your lips to part so he could completely dominate you. You couldn’t keep up with him—you barely even tried. He was moving with a pace and purpose that you stood no chance against. But that was perfectly fine for the Copy-nin. He needed you. And you were already giving him everything just by being there. He only needed to remember to see it.

He traced his hands roughly down your back and over your ass before hooking them under your thighs and hauling you up. You squeaked against his mouth as he hiked you up to his waist, guiding your legs to wrap around him as he took confident strides to the bedroom. You were clinging to him, your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.

The journey into his bedroom took no time at all. Kakashi didn’t want to waste a single second. He had already wasted enough time, acting like a complete imbecile.

The connection between your mouths didn’t break as he laid you down on his mattress. His body immediately pinned you down, taking everything he needed from you. Every little thing you would give. You tugged on his hair and he moaned into your mouth. He was so afraid he had driven you away. He had meant to, but he hadn’t wanted to. Even as he had told you to leave, his every nerve was screaming at him to stop. His heart had hammered in his chest, like it wanted to escape his body and stay with you. He had never known fear like that, and he still didn’t know how he had gone through with it.

But he had you back. His patient, forgiving, radiant love. And though he couldn’t think of anything to say to make up for his complete idiocy, he hoped you would see his actions now as the vow that they were; he would never hurt you again.

His fingers scrambled over your sides, wheedling you out of your clothes with ease. First, he bundled your shirt up under your chin. Then your skirt went down to your knees. He wanted the clothes all the way off, but he couldn’t bring himself to take his mouth off of yours for even the two seconds it would take to get your clothes all the way off. Not yet, at least. Not when he could still make progress elsewhere.

Your hands clumsily grasped at the zipper of his vest, yanking it down once you finally found it. He shrugged the accessory off easily, then reached immediately for the fastening of his pants. The feeling of your fingers skating over the muscles of his abs was like it was the first time you’d ever touched him. He hastily shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees with one push. His sensitive dick sprang out, the cool air against the heated skin causing him to hiss.

You took advantage of the opportunity to breathe. “Kakashi!” His name was a pleading gasp from your lips, but there was no way he could slow down. He tore his shirt over his head and tossed it to the far corner of the room, yours only a second behind. He greedily nipped at your skin as he made his way down your body, grabbing your skirt and fumbling it all the way off.

Kakashi teased your breasts over your bra, leaving love-bites on the exposed flesh as he looked at your face with pleading eyes. You were panting, overwhelmed, flushed—gorgeous. How did he ever think he could just give you up?

He needed all your skin exposed. There was no way around it. He burrowed his fingers beneath you to quickly unfasten your bra. His mouth was hot as he kissed up to your throat, across your collarbone, then down your shoulder and arm while he slid the strap of your bra off. He splayed his palms over your stomach before running them upward, impatient fingers delving under the fabric to fill his hands with your breasts. You moaned out for him as he maneuvered your bra completely off, lost somewhere either tangled in his blanket or on the ground with the rest of the clothes that had previously separated your body from him.

Finally, the only thing in his way was your pair of flimsy panties, soaked in the center in your anticipation. Kakashi collapsed his chest onto yours and just enjoyed the warmth of your skin against his. His mouth latched onto the skin of your neck, kissing you devotedly while he rubbed his solid length between your legs.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, his lips adoringly tattooing your name into your collarbone. He had so much he wanted to say—I’m so sorry. I was so stupid. Thank you for giving me another chance. I promise, I’ll never be so stupid again—but it was all jumbled up in his brain and his voice failed to keep up. “Y/N, I…”

He didn’t deserve this. He knew he didn’t. If he had even a tenth of the usual control he had over his mental faculties, he would be horrified with himself; rutting against you like a wild animal, trapping you in his bed and taking your flesh for his own. The only thought that stood a chance in the face of his pure need was that you could—should—deny him. You had no reason to let him continue. Really, you had no reason to let him get this far. No reason to forgive him, no reason to ever speak to him or acknowledge his existence ever again.

“Kashi…” Your response was spoken in a hushed, reverent promise. “I love you.”

Hearing that felt so good, his body faltered. He was deflated against you, melting into you and sending thanks to whatever deity had allowed him to still have your love, despite all of his mistakes. “I—I love you too.”

“Please,” you continued, your hands grasping at his thighs and butt, rolling your hips in an effort to restart his. “Please don’t stop.”

It was his sole purpose to give you anything you wanted. And if what you wanted was his undeserving body inside yours? Fuck, you were going to have it.

Kakashi wasn’t even sure how he got your panties off without lifting his torso from yours. But he was not in a position to ask questions. He was only here to offer penance.

His fingers brushed over your entrance and found you so ready for him, he couldn’t hold back a growl. He wiped the wetness onto his cock before positioning himself at your opening. It had been his intention to go slowly; maybe tease just the head of his cock into you and pulse gently, lovingly—gradually giving you more and more of his length. But once he felt that warm wetness on the tip of his cock, his instincts took over. His hips just kept going, pushing further and further into you at a pace that was at least restrained enough to coax the most gorgeous whimper from your throat.

He shuddered as he bottomed out, surrounded by the warmth and love he thought he had lost. It was a feeling he was convinced he would never have again. There would never be anyone else for him after you. You were the love of his life. And as his mouth took yours again, as his hips started rocking against your own—he only wanted to prove that to you.

He couldn’t keep you close enough. He held your hip with his left hand, the back of your head with his right, making sure you didn’t break either point of contact. He swallowed your little pleading noises, greedily taking every bit of yourself that you offered. He could only bear to pull out halfway before burying himself inside you again, feeling the warm pull of your reassuring body. “I love you,” he muttered, his lips still pressed to yours. “I love you so much.”

“Kakashi—”

He slid his tongue into your mouth, wrestling yours and stealing the words from your lips. Your fingers grasped at his back, running wild patterns from his skull to the small of his back. He shivered as you traced his scars. Your teeth clashed with his as he let up on your mouth just enough to speak. “Arch your back for me.”

You responded immediately. He felt your chest press into his, allowing him to slide his left hand behind your back and angle you perfectly as he felt the ecstasy of your hips grinding into his. He wanted to melt into you, fuse with you so that he would never have to exist without this feeling that he only found with you. “I love you Y/N. I never want you to leave.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “I love you too. I love you, Kakashi.”

His lips latched to yours again, his right hand molding to the side of your head as he kissed you with all the feelings he didn’t know how to describe. He could only hope that you understood; that you felt everything he wanted you to know. Everything you meant to him. He had no idea how to tell you, other than to show you.

He pressed his hand harder into your back, insistently holding your body against him as he frantically pistoned his hips. He positioned you perfectly—the trim, wiry hairs that trailed above his cock grinding into your clit. You moaned into him, grabbing at his back and squeezing your legs around him as your muscles suddenly contracted around his cock. “Aah! Oh! Kakashi!”

He was forced to break away from your mouth, gasping out a pathetic call of your name as he fought the urge to let go and cum as deep inside of you as he could reach. Your legs slid from his torso as your orgasm subsided, leaving you boneless and submissive beneath him.

“Nghhh Y/N I—” he pulled out at the last possible second, spilling over your thighs and not caring how much of a mess he made. All he knew was that he needed to kiss you again, pour every ounce of love that he could into you. You hugged him with your whole body as he claimed your mouth again. His heart was pounding and his ears were ringing, but he had never felt so safe and content.

He kissed you without pause, breaking away only to allow you tiny gulps of air. His heart eventually slowed, and he rolled to his side, keeping his hand on your jaw to be sure you would follow. With the two of you lying on your sides and facing each other, he tangled his legs with yours and dipped his tongue into your mouth. He could feel his sticky cum spreading over his legs. He knew he needed to clean you off, but he couldn’t even imagine peeling himself away from you yet. He just needed to hold you and kiss you, feel that security and love for as long as you were willing to give it.

He held you in his arms as he kissed you. The kisses slowed, becoming less of a desperate frenzy and more a devoted show of affection between two people that simply loved one another without conditions. He was still terrified of the way he felt. After all, he had finally admitted he loved you, only to return to the village and find his team in shambles. He couldn’t even imagine how much more destruction he could cause by continuing to indulge in your affection. But it felt too good to stop. He had let go of his self-control, and it was impossible to go back. If the entire world were to crumble while I laid here and kissed this angel, I wouldn’t regret it.

He rested his forehead on yours, holding your gaze with his own as he caught his breath. “I swear,” he panted, “I’ll never act like such an idiot again.”

“I believe you," you breathed with a smile. “It’s okay, Kashi.”

“It’s not.” He shook his head and nuzzled his nose against yours, savoring the closeness. “I should never have—”

You silenced him with another kiss, although neither of you were ready to give up your supply of air just yet. You held the kiss for a few seconds before breaking away with an audible loss of connection. “It’s okay.” You spoke the words definitively.

He pulled you closer and buried his face in your neck. He hid there for a few moments, brushing his lips over your skin and whispering appreciative nothings against you. He had you back, and he would never jeopardize the love between you again.

At least one part of his life wasn’t falling apart.

Kakashi pulled back to look at you again, settling his head on the pillow and facing you. “I don’t know what to do now,” he whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Naruto is going to train with Jiraiya, and Tsunade has taken Sakura on as an apprentice. I don’t have a team anymore.”

You laced your fingers with his, bringing his hand to your mouth and gently kissing each knuckle. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”

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sunstaar · 2 years

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Forgetful

Kakashi Hatake x gn!reader

Word Count: 0,9k

Ao3

Summary: You are very forgetful, but luckily for you, Kakashi always comes prepared.

There was something delicate yet so harsh about the snow falling down from the sky, decorating the landscape surrounding yourself and Kakashi. The two of you were dressed in weather-appropriate clothing to keep you warm as snowflakes began adorning your bodies, only to melt in the end and soak whatever they touched. Against the heavy puffer jacket, you did not mind the nature-born speckles standing out, making you look so as though moments prior you had been rolling in the snow.

What you did mind, however, was how the snowflakes felt against the uncovered parts of your neck: first cold and then wet, making you shiver immediately upon contact. While several flakes lost their way to the ground and instead nestled in the space where your neck was not covered by both your knitted scarf and jacket, most of them had your hands feeling as though at any moment they might fall off.

It was then that you also realized that you forgot your gloves at home. You didn’t need to be told that it was stupid of you, idiotic even. While Konoha wasn’t known for harsh winters that exceeded the expectations and forecasts, covering your skin was always advised to avoid any kinds of health issues from the snow falling from the sky and ice forming on the ground.

But of course, you of all people just had to forget your gloves. If your cheeks weren’t feeling quite hot already from how compressed you were in your winter wear, akin to a sushi roll as Kakashi had commented moments before you two stepped outside, they would be feeling by now due to the embarrassment coursing through you.

“‘Kashi,” You began hesitantly. By now, you were already rubbing your hands together in the hope that the resulting friction would create enough heat to keep you at least somewhat warm. “I forgot my gloves at home.”

In your opinion, you did sound a bit pathetic as you spoke these words, because what was he supposed to do about your forgetfulness? Throughout your relationship, had it not been for Kakashi, you probably would not have your head on your neck anymore, as by now, you would have forgotten it somewhere. When beginning to date him it hadn’t been your intention for him to make sure you don’t forget anything, he had taken on the roll without any protest and always looked over your shoulder, checking that you have everything with you.

(The fact that you would forget was something you should have seen coming by now and somehow, you didn’t.)

Your boyfriend looked over at you, several strands of his silver hair falling out of his knitted cap as he moved his head. They fell near his eyes, but not close enough to obscure his sole charcoal eye from glancing down at your almost blue hands, before looking up at your face again.

Kakashi let out a slow sigh, shaking his head with a smile. “I knew this was going to happen,” He said in a tone that reminded you of a parent scolding their child. Quicker than your eyes could follow, Kakashi pulled something out of one of the pockets of his jacket and held it out to you. Your eyes widened as you saw the pair of gloves he held in his own gloved hand, nudging you to take them. “so I came prepared.” There was a twinkle in his eye when he spoke his words, one of mirth mixed with mischief.

“‘Kashi …” You whispered, evidently surprised by his action. To call it ‘heart-warming’ would be a major understatement in your opinion. You turned your head to look at him and the soft smile visible from underneath his mask. With a smile of your own, you said, “You didn’t have to.”

The silver-haired Shinobi shrugged leisurely, his scarf moving with the motion of his shoulders. “Better safe than sorry.” While he hadn’t noticed your lack of gloves the moment the two of you made your way out of the door, he was glad that he had taken an extra pair with him, just to be safe.

Carefully, you took the pair of gloves out of his hand and into your own, your hand noticeably shaking from the cold as you did so. The way your fingers clamped around the warm material worried him, so much so that he took the gloves into his hand again.

“Let me help you.” Kakashi said, not giving you any room to argue with you.

Without hesitating, you held your hands out to him and watched as he stuffed one of the gloves into his jacket again before he slipped the right glove onto your right hand. He first made sure that your fingers were all in the right spot before he pulled it down to fit snuggly. Then, Kakashi repeated the same steps with the left glove and left hand, making sure that it too, kept your cold fingers warm.

To seal the deal, Kakashi gently lifted both of your now gloved hands and pressed a masked kiss to each of them before intertwining one of his hands with yours, smiling at you. “Shall we?”

How could you say no to him? There was no doubt, that you were lucky to be dating such a thoughtful man as Kakashi.

The smile you offered him was genuine. Now that your hands no longer felt cold due to you being so forgetful, you were ready to enjoy your day out with your boyfriend. “We shall.”

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depressedhatakekakashi · 1 year

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For the AU request...Kakashi/Iruka and Akatsuki! Kakashi???

Also congrats on the follower count, that's amazing 🥳🎉💕

This took me a lot longer to finish than I thought it would, so I'm sorry for that, but here we go! I focused a bit more on their love affair here because I thought it would be fun <3 <3 <3

NSFW IS UNDER THE CUT!!!!

Akatsuki Kakashi AU (KakaIru)

Iruka’s Life

Becoming an Academy Sensei is the best decision Iruka has ever made in his life. The work can be hard and the students get out of hand on a regular basis, but it’s a lot more fulfilling than being a field shinobi. He feels like he’s making a real difference.

None of this changes the fact that Iruka can’t get his mind off of that last mission. The bodies of his two teammates haunt him, but they’re not nearly as bad as the voice in his ear.

Hatake Kakashi is a man Iruka hears a lot about. Whether he’s asking questions or just overhearing gossip, there’s always something that catches his ear.

Tales of the ruthless murderer. The man who had once used his skills to protect Konoha, but has since turned his back on his village and begun murdering the shinobi he once called allies.

Some of the stories terrify Iruka, largely because they bring back memories to what Kakashi had done to his teammates. How he’d taken their lives without hesitation or remorse.

Other stories intrigue Iruka. The stories are said in whispered tones when the speaker is certain there’s no one listening in. They tell of a man who lost so much. Who kept giving to the village not just in effort and blood, but in friends.

They whisper of the man Kakashi once was. The shinobi lost his father at the young age of five, a pain that Iruka himself can understand. They tell of the boy who failed to save his first teammate, killed his second teammate for the good of the village, and lost his Sensei in the Kyubbi’s attack.

Iruka never hears enough of these stories. Either someone shushes the person telling them, or the world around him becomes too loud for him to hear. It always feels like something is missing. As if there’s information that the people of Konoha don’t know or refuse to say.

At first, Iruka doesn’t know who to turn to. If he asks the wrong questions he could get into trouble, but there’s a voice in the back of his head begging him to ask. To search out the answers he so desperately needs to understand the man who killed his teammates but chose to leave him alive.

Then one day he happens to be passing one of the training fields and spots Maito Gai doing his daily work out and it hits him. If there’s anyone in the village who would be willing to provide him with answers, it’s Gai.

Iruka gathers up his courage, takes a deep breath, and heads straight for Gai.

He doesn’t even need to ask. As soon as Gai spots him he smiles and says “You’re here about him, aren’t you?” and they both know who it is Gai’s talking about. So, Iruka just nods his head, a little ashamed that he has been called out so easily.

Gai’s not like the others, though. He holds no judgement towards Iruka for seeking out answers. If anything, he understands Iruka better than anyone else. His feelings for Kakashi may be platonic, but they’re not less powerful.

When he speaks of Kakashi, Iruka can hear love in his voice. A fondness of the man that he had once called ‘Rival’, and a sorrow that drips into his voice whenever he’s forced to remember what has become of that man.

Iruka asks all of the questions running through his mind, and Gai answers as best as he can. They’re not always the most helpful answers, and Gai certainly doesn’t hold all of them, but it’s enough to give Iruka a better understanding of the man who simply won’t leave his mind.

The thing Iruka knows above all else is that he cannot allow anyone else to know his interest in Kakashi. There are so many people in the village who hate him, and for good reason. Iruka’s not even sure why he’s so obsessed with a man he has only met once.

All he knows is that he can’t get his mind off of Hatake, and that fact cannot be discovered by anyone. So, he gets good at lying. To the people around him and to himself.

Pretending that he doesn’t daydream of that intoxicating smile, or those confident, strong hands.

There’s one good thing that Iruka gets out of all this. Gai.

The two of them have always gotten along well enough, but having something new to bond over brings them closer. Pretty soon Iruka finds himself spending more and more time with Gai. They don’t always talk about Kakashi, but even if they do it doesn’t ruin their cheerful mood.

Iruka gets to hear all sorts of stories about the man from his best friend. Stories that no one else tells because they have either chosen to forget them or they never had access to them.

He hears about all of the competitions that Kakashi and Gai had in their childhood, the days they would spend sitting side by side watching the sunset just enjoying each other’s company. He even hears about the things that haunt his memories.

That smile was so soft and kind but full of sadness. Gai talks about it a lot with a fondness in his voice, and he’s always smiling a little bit brighter just thinking of the friend he has lost.

His laughter. A sound Iruka hasn’t heard much of, but which sounds absolutely intoxicating when Gai tells him about it. Iruka thinks if he ever had the chance to hear that laugh, he might just melt in his spot.

The kindness. Gai always tells him about Kakashi’s kindness with a sad look in his eyes, but that sadness never stops him from telling the best stories of days long since gone, and Iruka can’t help but listen. Clinging to every word Gai says.

Sometimes Iruka wonders if he could ever meet the man Gai missed so much. The kind, dorky friend that Gai still missed. Is that man still around, or has Hatake buried him under grief and anger? If they were to meet again, would Iruka ever hear that laugh that Gai speaks so fondly of?

He’d never admit it out loud, but sometimes he hopes he has the opportunity to meet Kakashi again. If only because he wants to know if it’s possible the man Gai misses so much is still there.

Kakashi’s Life

Where Iruka feels as though he has to hide his interest in Kakashi, no such restrictions exist for Kakashi.

His job in the Akatsuki is different from the others. Instead of chasing after Jinchuriki, he focuses on gathering intel about the five great shinobi villages and wrecking as much havoc as possible to cover the other's tracks.

He’s also the only Akatsuki member who doesn’t have a partner. Pein tried to give him one a few times but it never worked out. Kakashi simply refused to do teamwork with people whom he didn’t care about and who he couldn’t trust to watch his back.

Because of this Kakashi spends most of his time alone. Tobi and Pein check in on him once in a while, but mostly he gets missions, carries them out, and then sends the intel to Pein before relaxing and enjoying some quiet before the next mission arrives.

Sometimes Tobi shows up to taunt him about his ‘crush’ but Kakashi usually chases him off with harsh words and a reminder to keep focused on his job instead of bothering him. It never stops the man from appearing at his side randomly, but Kakashi never gives him the answers he’s digging for.

Whatever he’s feeling for Konoha Shinobi is between him and the universe. Tobi doesn’t need to hear about it no matter how many times he begs Kakashi to tell him.

Pein has also made comments about the ‘Konoha Shinobi who seems to be distracting you’ but unlike Tobi, he doesn’t push. All he ever has to say is a reminder for Kakashi to keep focused on their goals, and a new mission to keep his mind occupied.

This leaves him with a lot of time on his own, and while he does try to occupy his mind with books most of the time it’s not always successful.

Before meeting Iruka, Kakashi didn’t think too much. Sometimes he’d dwell on all of the people he lost and the friends he left behind in Konoha. Particularly he’d mourn over the fact that he’d left Gai, the only living friend he had left, behind in a village that would sooner see him dead than recognize his talent.

After, though, Kakashi finds it almost impossible to think of anything other than Iruka. The way he’d stood there in defiance of him, even when he’d murdered his teammates in cold blood. How he’d stood there staring at Kakashi with fear in his eyes, but also kindness.

Kakashi scoffs at himself for thinking it, but no matter how often he tells himself he was seeing things he simply can’t forget it.

There was kindness in those eyes and it intrigues him. This leaves him with questions about the man who would dare to look at a monster in such a way.

Kakashi does everything he can to forget Iruka.

He takes more missions. Dives straight into the nuclear option and tries to do increasingly difficult jobs that he hopes will lead to his death. It never does though.

For two years he throws himself into his work. Sometimes it works for the Akatsuki, and sometimes it's just fighting he decides to pick against nobody shinobi's he sees passing by while he's trying to relax.

It's always for the same reason. To get Iruka off of his mind. To convince himself that he doesn't deserve to think of someone like Iruka.

How could a monster ever be loved by someone so soft? How can a Nukenin expect to be thought about by someone so loyal to his village?

He always succeeds, though, and in the end, he's left feeling a little emptier and thinking even more of the man he meet over two years ago.

Unable to get Iruka off of his mind, Kakashi decides to take a direct approach to his issue. The next time Pein wants some information on Konoha he opts for stealth instead of the direct approach.

Donning his Sukea disguise, which he has used many times over the years in multiple villages, he heads into Konoha.

It doesn’t take him long to find that familiar face, though he struggles to see so many other faces he knows. He’s only thankful that Gai is gone on a mission during his visit because after all these years he’s not really sure how he’d handle seeing his friend's face again.

Once he finds Iruka though, everyone else ceases to matter.

Deep inside the village, in the academy field surrounded by kids, stands the man who has plagued his mind for months. The only Konoha shinobi he has allowed to walk away from an encounter with him.

Umino Iruka.

He found his name quickly enough in the village’s files and vanished just before the third Hokage arrived. His file is small, and there are no big impressive feats he has accomplished, yet Kakashi finds himself even more intrigued by the man.

With a name and more information, Kakashi heads out to accomplish his next goal. Approaching Iruka.

Together

Sukea is a great disguise. With a quick explanation of his history as a photographer, and a little bit of flirting, Kakashi wiggles his way into the academy area to explore and take some pictures ‘for a local newspaper coming out

Once he’s in, it’s easy enough to get to Iruka. He’s right in the field teaching his Taijutsu. Immediately Kakashi can see that the man is in his element.

During their last encounter, Iruka had been unsure of himself. He’d paused and faltered at all the wrong times, allowing Kakashi to get what he needed without having to kill him. There were of course some sharp words, but that was the first thing that had drawn Kakashi to him.

Here, with students surrounding him, Iruka looks happy.

For a second Kakashi allows himself to get lost in Iruka’s face. To forget about his job, who he is, and everything he had done, for just a few precious moments as he watches Iruka guide his students through the steps.

He almost regrets leaving the village. If he had stayed, he might have met Iruka under better circumstances. Been able to actually have a life with him.

Those thoughts are quickly expelled from his mind. Kakashi has made his decisions and he’s not particularly sorry about them. He has regrets, but he’ll never feel bad for leaving a corrupt system behind. A system that would set him up for failure, and his friend up for an early death, and then turn around and blame it all on him.

Iruka may be stunning to look at, but he’s not worth returning to the system that cost Tenzo his life.

So Kakashi will have to make do with what he can have.

Putting on his best act, he approaches Iruka as Sukea the photographer. A harmless man with no ulterior motives.

The two of them hit it off immediately, though Kakashi can sense that Iruka’s on edge. The way he glances around them as if searching for someone.

Part of him wishes it was him Iruka was looking for, but he shoves that thought away quickly. Not only does Iruka have no reason to search for the man who killed his teammates, but Kakashi isn’t worth his attention. All he is is a murderer and he has come to accept that he’ll live a lonely life because of that.

That doesn’t stop him from letting Sukea have a little fun though. There’s flirting, compliments, and an offer to pay for lunch (which Kakashi can only do because he makes a habit of taking spare Ryo off of shinobi he has killed. They’re not using it.)

Kakashi thought he was coming to Konoha to get Iruka out of his systems. Have a little fun, explore a tiny bit, and be done with it.

He was so very wrong.

Hanging out with Iruka only makes his desire to be around him worse. Where he only had his imagination before, he now has genuine information about the man that feeds into every single one of his daydreams.

The only downside is having to see Gemma and some of the other people he would have once called friends. Hearing them laugh and cheer with Iruka as if any of them have the right. It leaves him burning with rage, knowing that all of them get to be here having fun while so many others are gone.

It’s unfair. He hates it, but there’s nothing he can do but chock back his anger and play the innocent photographer.

There will be a day when Konoha faces justice for everything it has done. Not just the elders and Lord third, but all of the shinobi who called Kakashi a monster while ignoring the deep corruption in their own village.

Now is not that day and they’re not who Kakashi came here for, so he ignores them. Focuses his energy on Iruka instead.

It doesn’t take much convincing to get Iruka away from them, which surprised him a little but he’s not going to question it.

With the suggestion of catching the sunset for a perfect picture, the two of them head out.

It’s only when they’re far away from each other’s that Kakashi finally relaxes, and as soon as he does Iruka turns to him and invites him over to his house. Something that he was not expecting at all.

The two of them don’t even make it in the front door before Iruka starts tearing at Sukea’s clothing, muttering something about needing to get someone off of his mind. Kakashi doesn’t need too many guesses to figure out who this person is that’s plaguing Iruka’s mind.

It seems the Acadamy Sensei is hooked on him after one meeting. A feeling that Kakashi knows all too well since he risked sneaking into Konoha to find him.

The two of them quickly fall into bed together, but before they get too far Kakashi pulls back and tells Iruka he needs to let him in on a secret. See, murder is fine with Kakashi. Konoha trained him to be a murderer after all, but he’d rather Iruka know what he’s getting himself into.

So, dropping his voice back to normal he leans in close and whispers into Iruka’s ear words that he knows Iruka will associate with ‘Hatake Kakashi’.

‘I like you’

They’re not words that only he has ever said, but he knows they’re the right ones to let Iruka know who he is, and its words.

As soon as Iruka hears those words he stops. His hands press against Kakashi’s chest, fingers curling into the green jacket he’s wearing.

Kakashi asks if he wants him to leave because he’s certainly not going to stick around to be captured and a chunin isn’t going to be able to stop him, but Iruka doesn’t answer.

Taking that as a hint, Kakashi begins to extract himself from Iruka’s grasp. Before he can though, those fingers curl even tighter into his jacket and pull him forward.

He’s not sure what to expect, but Oruka’s lips against his in a hot, passionate kiss is certainly not it.

After that, there’s no more hesitation. Kakashi happily falls into bed with Iruka and lives out every fantasy he has been silently daydreaming about for months.

After a passionate night together Kakashi makes a quick get away and leaves the village before anyone realizes he was ever there. With that night he figures everything is done. He has gotten his fill of Iruka, and explored all of the thoughts and ideas swimming around in his mind. He’s done.

He’s so very wrong.

Not even two days later and Kakashi’s already thinking of Iruka again. His mind is drawn to him like a magnet, always pulling him back. Returning to Konoha is too dangerous, so Kakashi sits back and waits for his opportunity. The perfect chance to swoop in and claim his prize.

Iruka, meanwhile, is having even more difficulties getting Kakashi off of his mind. He’s able to do his job and keep his friendships, but it feels like he’s thinking of the rogue ninja even more than he already was which should be impossible.

He knows he shouldn’t want to see Kakashi again. He should want nothing to do with the man who murders Konoha shinobi without worry or hesitation, but he can’t help it.

There’s something about him that draws Iruka to him. Whether it’s a sense of danger he wants to explore, or that kind heart that Gai still speaks about in hushed tones whenever they’re hanging out, he’s not quite sure.

Whatever it is, Iruka’s desperate for answers.

NSFW

Iruka tries everything he can to forget Kakashi, including sleeping with other people. He doesn’t limit himself on who he sleeps with, his only hope is that being with someone else will help him get his mind off of Kakashi.

It doesn’t work

No matter who Iruka falls into bed with, what position he’s in or how much he’s genuinely enjoying himself, he can’t help but think about Kakashi.

Kakashi’s skilled hands explore his body. Playing with his nips while he speaks right into his ear. That mouth on his neck left bruises that everyone will see the next day. Claiming Iruka as his.

He becomes accustomed to biting something, anything. It’s the only way he can think of to keep himself from moaning out Kakashi’s name.

Daydreams are the worst though. When Iruka’s alone with just his mind and maybe a toy or two. When there’s no one with him to hear the name he wants to call out when he’s cumming. That’s when he has the most fun.

His favourite thing to think of is Kakashi’s hands. How they’d pin him to the bed, or hold him tight against his body. Rough, worn hands run all over his body, playing with him while he moans and begs to be fucked.

Meanwhile, Kakashi’s off somewhere occupying himself with only his hands and his imagination. If that imagination happens to produce an image of a very naked and eager Iruka in front of him, he’s not complaining.

If Iruka’s daydreams are overwhelming, Kakashi’s are destroying him. With little else to keep his attention some days, Kakashi finds himself thinking about all of the things he could do to Iruka.

How he’d sink his teeth into tender, undamaged skin and lay his mark on the man for all to see.

He really loves thinking of the way Iruka might beg for him. Plead for him to show some mercy and fuck him after being teased for far too long.

None of those daydreams live up to reality.

The first time Kakashi lays his hands on Iruka he feels like he’s on fire. He’s desperately grabbing at Iruka as the two of them fumble to tear each other’s clothing off. Neither of them cares if some of that clothing doesn’t survive to see tomorrow.

Iruka thinks it will be hard and fast. It would make sense since they’re in the middle of the academy and Kakashi is a nukenin who would be targeted as soon as anyone saw him in the village but once again Kakashi surprises him. He takes his time, enjoying every inch of Iruka’s body that he can get his mouth on.

His tongue traces over Iruka’s thighs, tasting his skin as he lays against his desk panting.

Then, without any warning, Kakashi slips his mouth over his cock and starts sucking. Irukams hands fly into his hair, gripping at long silver strands and tugging each time he inches further down on his cock.

Iruka’s not sure how, but before he knows it Kakashi has deep-throated him. His nose is buried in Iruka’s groin and there isn’t a single coherent word leaving the academy sensei’s mouth anymore. He’s gone and he’s not sure he ever wants to come back.

Kakashi doesn’t let him cum down his throat unfortunately, which is a bit disappointing because Iruka was so damn close when he pulled back, but his disappointment quickly washes away when Kakashi asks for a bottle of lube.

He’ll never admit it, but Iruka has been carrying around a bottle for about a week in his weapon’s pouch. It seemed like a stupid idea when he first put it there, but now he’s glad he thought of it. As he points down to the pouch lying by Kakashi’s feet, he sees a smirk tugging across the man’s lips. A look that would send anyone else running for their lives, but which made Iruka’s cock twitch with excitement.

Iruka has been with a few people before. Mostly friends, but sometimes the odd civilian who’s the company he chose to keep for a single night. None of them compare to Kakashi.

Everything he does is calculated and slow.

He takes his time and has Iruka on edge from beginning to end, teasing him. Playing with him like a toy.

Iruka’s certain he would hate it with anyone else, but with Kakashi, it feels amazing.

By the time Kakashi’s cumming, Iruka’s overstimulated and desperate for release. He can feel Kakashi’s mouth on his neck, sharp teeth dragging across his skin and sinking into his shoulder when he finally cums.

It’s only when he’s done and has pulled out that Kakashi releases his grip on Iruka’s arms and gives him a sharp, firm order.

‘Jerk yourself off’

Iruka doesn’t pause to think about the order. Reaching down, he wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking. Already ready to burst, he knows it won’t take long for him to cum.

It takes even less time than he thinks.

When Kakashi leans in close and attaches his mouth to his neck, sucking on the already tender skin, Iruka knows he’s done for.

He spills between them, decorating his chest with his release while Kakashi closes the distance between them and gently rocks his hips. Within seconds Iruka sees white and he’s pretty sure he has died and gone to paradise.

If this was how Kakashi killed everyone, he’s certain no one would be calling him a monster.

By the time he comes to, Kakashi’s gone. The only evidence of his presence was Iruka’s cum drying on his chest and a single piece of paper laying on his windowsill. A letter from his late-night lover.

It’s the only time the two are together like this. Kakashi never makes a second visit and Iruka’s left with little more than a memory to live off of. Sometimes he’ll clutch that letter in his hand while jerking himself off late at night, desperately clinging to those sweet tender moments he had shared with a killer.

The worst part, in Iruka’s mind, is he would gladly do it all again.

If he had to fight Kakashi to protect Naruto and his village he will, but at the same time if he has the option of falling into bed with the Nukenin he will do so without hesitation.

#KakaIru #Akatsuki Kakashi AU #Kakashi's desperate for affection #He knows and accepts that he's a monster #but someone was soft and looked cute #and now he's done for #meanwhile Iruka's struggling with the fact that he's absolutely gone for a Nukenin #he is not doing ok

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sentinelpri · 1 year

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It’s past four in the morning in the middle of the Land of Fire, where Kakashi Hatake is stuck on a grueling S-Rank mission. He’s been tracking a criminal rogue ninja, also an S-Rank in the bingo books, for two days straight with no rest. Thankfully, he at least has a lead from another spy in ANBU; the rogue is staying in a hotel just a few hours away and should be there for at least another day or two. Now, all Kakashi has to do is catch up.

The problem is that he’s exhausted, and when he gets exhausted, he gets paranoid as most people do. Every single sound, every brustle of leaves being blown by the wind and every one of his footsteps- it has him on edge. Though, he does know that someone is following him, and that unnerves him even more even if the pursuer isn’t an enemy.

Frustrated, Kakashi speaks to the man who’s poorly hidden in the trees of the forest.

“Come on out, Guy, I know you’re there,” Kakashi orders, only to receive no response. “Guy… Seriously, this is getting tiresome. You’ve been at it for two days now. Go home already.”

Guy doesn’t answer. Kakashi sighs and reaches into the weapon pouch that’s strapped to his right thigh. Six years have passed since Kushina and Minato died, and somehow, Guy has gotten worse and worse and worse about following Kakashi to places he shouldn’t. Instead of following Kakashi to his apartment or to the training grounds to challenge him to a new contest, Guy now spends his free time following Kakashi to dangerous ANBU missions, brothels, bars, and all the other places he believes Kakashi shouldn’t be spending his time at.

Kakashi grabs a kunai and chucks it in the direction of the tree he knows Guy is hiding in. He doesn’t want to actually injure the older man, just force him to come out, and it works. Kakashi hears the sound of the kunai puncturing a tree branch, followed by the sound of Guy’s feet hitting the ground in front of him.

After two days, the ravenette has finally come out of hiding.

“Wow, that was close!” Guy laughs.

“Seriously? You’re going to get yourself hurt out here,” Kakashi says in an attempt to get Guy to go home, but as per usual, it doesn’t work.

“Eh, I’ll be fine, Kakashi,” Guy easily dismisses the ANBU member with a smile and a playful wave of his right hand. “There isn’t anything out here that your fine rival here can’t handle!”

Kakashi’s eyes narrow as he stares at Guy’s face.

“Why aren’t you mad at me for throwing a kunai straight at you?”

“Kakashi, you have a perfect aim! Yet, that kunai landed five or six inches away from me. I know just as well as you do that you didn’t intend to hit me; you intended to scare me away.”

“Fine,” Kakashi admits with crossed arms. “Then what is it you’re here for?”

“You know why I’m here,” Guy mutters, his happy expression falling into one of concern and his voice dropping in tone and volume.

“Just tell me, will you?”

“I’m worried about you, and I want to keep you safe,” Guy reaches out and places a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi shrugs it off while trying to tell himself that no, he does not desperately crave or need that warm touch. He’s fine without it. He’s fine. “I know that the village is going through a shortage right now, but the fact that they’d send you after an S-Rank rogue by yourself with no back-up… It’s worrying.”

“I’m fine by myself. I’ve been doing these sorts of missions for years and I’m still alive, aren’t I? At this point, I can’t help but think I’m cursed to outlive everyone I’ve ever cared about…”

“Kakashi… You aren’t invincible, and you aren’t cursed, but I can see you falling into darkness and I’m starting to get seriously concerned!”

“You’ve been concerned if the fact that you’ve been following me for half a decade is anything to go by,” Kakashi grumbles and takes a step back, only for Guy to outdo him by taking two steps forward.

“Does that matter? I just want to protect you.”

“I don’t need protection.”

“I didn’t say you did, it just gives me peace of mind, dear rival,” Guy argues. Were it anyone else, Kakashi would have knocked him out and left or just outran him- but it’s Guy, and for some reason, he doesn’t have the heart to fully push Guy away no matter how much he knows he should. Kakashi is weak deep down, and all he wants is to have Guy in his life, so he keeps the other Jonin at a comfortable distance; close enough to still have him in his life, but far enough away to keep him from getting hurt by Kakashi’s ‘friend-killer’ tendencies. “Does it really bother you that much?”

“Yes, it does, but if you’re that determined to stay, the least you could do is help. The ninja I’m after is staying at a hotel that’s a few hours from here. I won’t reasonably be able to catch up to them without stopping to rest since I’ve already been at it for a full day, so I’m going to set up camp somewhere secluded and take a nap. Your job is to keep guard so that if any enemy ninja try to attack while I rest, you can wake me up and we can fight them off. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal!”

They walk together in silence to a more secluded area surrounded by trees, bushes, and a nearby river. Kakashi sets up a tent for them to enter. After sharing some rations, despite his agreement to do what Kakashi had asked by staying awake and keeping watch for potential enemies, Guy doses off- all whilst sitting up.

Sighing, Kakashi lays out a sleeping bag and positions Guy so he’s laying on top of the cheap material to sleep. He thinks of going and sitting outside the tent, but being away from Guy makes his chest squeeze tight in a way he doesn’t like, so he stays. Surely, if there’s an enemy out there, he’ll hear or sense them approaching.

“Ah… So you must’ve been awake following me this entire time. No wonder you’re so exhausted,” Kakashi smiles under his mask as he sits next to Guy’s sleeping body. He reaches down and moves the stray locks of hair out of Guy’s face. “I knew it. You’re such a fool, dear rival.”

Hours pass. Kakashi sits awake despite the exhaustion that tells him to sleep. He’s already been awake for two days, what’s a few hours more on top of that? Plus, he could spend forever staring at Guy’s beautiful face like this; familiar bushy eyebrows, chapped and full pink lips, round nose, defined cheekbones. Guy is a little awkward looking, and somehow, that’s just another part of him that Kakashi has fallen for. Hell, he’s been in love with Guy since they were kids- he just knows better than to say anything, because eventually, Guy is sure to leave him alone like everyone else will.

He doesn’t want to rip the bandaid off and heal from everything that happened with his father, with Rin and Obito, or with Minato and Kushina to take that next step with Guy if the end result is just going to be Guy going and reopening that wound by dying on him. It would be a waste. So, he doesn’t bother no matter how clear it is that he and Guy have always wanted each other.

When the sun starts to rise, Guy jolts awake to Kakashi’s hand still playing with his hair. Kakashi jumps back in an attempt to make it seem like he wasn’t doing anything.

“Rival? What are you doing?”

“Nothing, Guy, I was just… Waking you up. You went and passed out on me when ”

“Wait, I fell asleep! I’m so sorry, Kakashi-”

“Don’t worry about it, but we’ve already been here for too long. We need to go find this ninja we’re after as soon as possible or they’re going to leave the hotel they’re at and I’m going to fail this mission, so… I’ll sleep for four hours, then you have to wake me up so we can go.”

Kakashi lies down as soon as he finishes his sentence, covering his Sharingan with his headband and allowing both eyes to flutter shut. With that, he falls asleep, not bothering to object even as he feels Guy pulling his head to rest in his lap. He can just pretend he was asleep the whole time, right?

Reaching the hotel and assassinating the rogue ninja was easier than Kakashi initially thought it would be. With the criminal having been charged with murders, treason, arson, rape, and a dozen other things, Kakashi expected to have a somewhat difficult time, but with Guy by his side, it was a relatively easy job. They’ve just finished cleaning the hotel room of any evidence and taking the body to be disposed of in the forest of the land of fire. As the summon animals finish eating the remains, Kakashi and Guy turn to walk away.

“Well, that was easy enough,” Kakashi says and crosses his arms.

He’s almost completely out of chakra, he hasn’t eaten in a day and a half, and he’s running off of barely any sleep, but it’s over- and, as much as he wants to push Guy away, having the older man there actually provides him with a warm sense of security that he hasn’t been able to find with anyone else.

“You weren’t bothered by that at all?” Guy asks, probably in reference to seeing the corpse torn apart by vultures and pigs.

“Do you honestly think I’m capable of being bothered by anything anymore?”

Guy frowns at that.

“Look, Kakashi, we need to talk-”

“Yes, yes, I know, ANBU isn’t good for me and I need to leave before I get completely pulled into the darkness or whatever,” Kakashi quickly interrupts. The argument is one that they’ve had a million times now, one that seems to happen almost every time they see each other these days. “Are you done?”

“Kakashi-”

“Seriously, Guy, I’ve heard dozens of concerned speeches just like the one you were about to give me from the other Jonin in the village since Minato-Sensei died. I’ve heard millions of them from you, now, too. Do you think I’m dense? Do you really think I need another one?”

“I’ll give you as many as I have to if that’s what it takes for you to come back to us, I…” Suddenly, Guy stops walking and grabs Kakashi’s hand to hold it within his own. Kakashi’s eyes widen at the warmth, and this time, he can’t bring himself to pull away. “I miss how things used to be.”

“Well, things are different now. We both know that. I hate to have to be the one to break the news to you, but there’s no going back in time and there’s no erasing everything that’s made me into who I am. The best thing you can do for your own well being is distance yourself from me and live your own life… Everyone who gets close to me is seemingly destined to die, anyway.”

“Kakashi, you don’t mean that! We’d both be devastated if I ended this friendship, don’t even try to pretend that you don’t care about us,” Guy insists, and it’s true. Kakashi thinks of all of the silly contests, the shared lunches, the training sessions, the late night talks. He thinks of how Guy was at every one of the funerals that Kakashi’s had to go to over the years, wrapping an arm over his shoulder in silent support. He hasn’t been able to throw it all away no matter how much he knows he should. “Plus, I won’t go die on you- I’m the blue beast of Konoha, after all!”

“Are you serious? Do you think you’re invincible, Guy? Obito and Rin- Minato and Kushina- they all said those things, too, and you know what they went and did? They died just like everyone I love is bound to! Just leave me alone already, will you!?” Kakashi yells and glares at Guy, only to have those strong and familiar arms wrapped around his smaller body. Though tears fill his eyes, and though he feels himself melting, he still frowns and weakly asks- “Why won’t you leave me alone like everyone else has? Why won’t you let me go? I’m not… I’m not good enough for you to go through all this trouble.”

“Because when I was young and unsure of myself and lost in the darkness of self-doubt, you pulled me out of it. You brought light into my life and inspired me to be the best version of myself, Kakashi,” Guy answers. One of his hands is on the back of Kakashi’s head, rough fingers gently running through his hair. The other hand is on the small of Kakashi’s back. “Now that you’re shrouded in darkness and too blind to choose the right path, it’s my turn to help bring you out of it like you did for me… I’ll help you choose the right path even if it puts me in danger, even if it costs me my life. You’re good enough to deserve that.”

Kakashi crumbles. He crumbles, and he shatters, and he breaks. After years of trying to keep Guy at a distance, he’s failed. Guy has somehow managed to get through each and every wall that Kakashi has put up, somehow managed to get close to Kakashi when no one else could.

“Guy?” Kakashi whispers and rests his forehead against the ravenette’s chest.

“Yes, Kakashi?”

“Do you… Do you love me like I think you do?”

“Yes, Kakashi. I always have.”

“I see.”

“Do you love me back?” Guy whispers in return.

Kakashi can hear Guy’s heartbeat, which is loud and booming against his chest.

“...As much as I hate to say this, I always have, Guy.”

“Then let’s head back to Konoha; together this time.”

When they get back to Konoha, Kakashi is a mess. After hardly any sleep and no food, Kakashi feels himself start to lose his footing, but Guy manages to catch him with a worried exclamation of-

“Kakashi!”

“Guy, I’m fine…” Kakashi insists despite the fact that he clearly is not fine as Guy loops an arm under both of Kakashi’s and helps him walk. “This is a humiliating display, just put me-”

“No, I’m not going to put you down, you collapsed because you didn’t get enough rest and overused your chakra! This is exactly why I followed you- you know, if I hadn’t come along, you’d just be passed out in the middle of the village right now! This is why I was so concerned.”

“I get your point, okay? I’m not stupid, just… Just take me home.”

“You don’t want to go to a hospital?” Guy questions with a furrowed brow.

“No, I didn’t overdo it by that much. I just need to drink water and get some sleep, I’ll be fine.”

“If you say so…” Slowly, they manage to make it to Kakashi’s apartment. Guy opens the door with his spare key and takes them in. “Man, Kakashi, you’re always so cool! It burns me up thinking about how awesome you are-”

“Guy, you’re embarrassing me,” Kakashi interjects, confused as to how the hell Guy could think about how ‘cool’ he is right now when he’s bloodied and exhausted.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop! But I hope you know I mean it!”

“Oh, I know,” Kakashi smiles underneath his mask as they enter the living room. “Lay me on the couch, will you?”

“Why the couch? That’s horrible for your back.”

“I haven’t bathed in three days and am covered in blood and dirt. I don’t want to soil my bedding.”

“Then go take a bath or shower?”

“Guy, I can’t even stand right now, let alone get into a bath or stay up in the shower and wash myself.”

“Then we can just take a shower together!” Guy says as if it’s an easy solution that doesn’t involve them being naked and in close contact in such an intimate setting. Kakashi knows that he’s turning bright red from the top of his forehead to the bottom of his chest. “I’ll wash you.”

“You realize that-”

“We said we love each other just a few hours ago- plus, we’ve gone to bathhouses together before! It’s not that different.”

“Showering together in my confined bathroom is very much different than going to a bathhouse together. It’s a lot more intimate, but fine… If you insist, we can shower together.”

“Excellent!”

So, they go to the bathroom. Guy is careful to lean Kakashi against the counter to give him some support as he starts the shower with lukewarm water and tosses a steamer in to make the space smell like lavender and mint. Kakashi already feels himself starting to relax, but the second Guy’s hands are on his body and pulling his shirt and mask off, his nerves are shot once more.

When’s the last time he’s been touched so tenderly? Or has he ever? The hands on his midsection are warm and calloused, strong but gentle as they push his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Kakashi gives Guy the liberty of kicking both garments off along with his shoes and socks. Then, Guy undresses as well and pulls Kakashi into the shower with him. Most of Kakashi’s weight is rested against Guy’s chest.

Unconditional love is an interesting thing, Kakashi thinks. The fact that they can still be comfortable with each other after years of Kakashi pushing Guy away. The fact that Guy still loves him at all. Kakashi can’t quite grasp it; how Guy loves him enough despite it all to wash his hair and his body so tenderly, to scrub away at the dried blood and dirt that covers Kakashi’s pale skin without so much as a second glance. Things are just like they’ve always been, but now, Kakashi wonders if accepting the warmth that Guy offers is such a bad thing.

Perhaps Guy will be the one to stick around.

“Mm, you’re warm,” Kakashi says.

“And you are cold,” Guy says in return. He finishes scrubbing Kakashi down with a loofa, then rinses the loofa off so he can clean himself. “Are you always like this?”

“Probably.”

“Then I’ll just have to make a habit of keeping you warm from now on!”

‘Like you haven’t already been doing that for the past fifteen years…’ Kakashi thinks to himself, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah, okay.”

And suddenly, there’s a pause. The two men simply stare at each other, though Kakashi has his left eye closed to keep from using more chakra. This is the first time Guy has seen him without his mask. Kakashi should feel more nervous, but he doesn’t. The only thing in Guy’s eyes is utter adoration as he takes in Kakashi’s true face.

“Kakashi…”

“Guy,” Kakashi says back.

His arms are around Guy’s neck while Guy’s arms are around his waist. It’s warm even though the water is getting cooler, and before Kakashi can think of it, Guy is getting closer- closer, closer, closer until finally, they’re flush together; legs brushing against each other, chest against chest, arms tangled around each other’s bodies, noses brushing together, and lips molding into lips.

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