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Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader
Summary: While on a mission to deliver documents, you and Kakashi stop for the night in a place where you probably shouldn’t. Something in the air didn’t feel quite right, despite everything else feeling perfect. Cross posted to AO3
Word Count: 2.9k
Warnings: sex pollen, dub!con, f!receiving oral, blindfolds, fingering, unprotected sex, outdoor sex
Note: I was struck by Kakashi brain rot during my Naruto re-watch.
It was supposed to be a simple delivery task. There was a chance of enemy ninja, which made it not quite so simple as just delivering a couple pieces of paper. The nature of the documents required that two jounin be sent to take care of it. You didn’t know who the other jounin was, Tsunade said she had to do some reorganization of some squads to get you the backup you’d need since this document was now top priority over a couple reconnaissance and recovery missions.
It wasn’t your job to know what was in it that made it so important, but you were very interested in who your partner would be. Hopefully entertaining but at the very least could keep up conversation. It was a long journey to the Hidden Sand, to spend it in silence felt like a fate worse than death. Team compatibility could be what made the difference between a mission’s success and failure, after all.
“Oh, sorry I’m late.”
Kakashi? Oh this was going to be interesting, indeed.
“Helping an elderly woman with her shopping? At dawn?” you take your guess as his excuse, smile on your face as he rubs the back of his neck.
“Sure, let’s go with that. You have the cargo?”
You only pat your vest where the scroll was contained, and he nods before he suggests that you get going. And so you set out, being sure to act as casual as two shinobi heading out on a mission could. Nobody knew about the scroll, so it was imperative that you not act like you had anything that anybody else would want to see.
“We should probably think about camping somewhere or finding an inn to stay at for the night,” Kakashi suggests as the sun begins to set, and you nod before stopping to stand on a tree branch. “Which would you prefer?”
“Let’s get back on the road, and if we can’t find an inn by nightfall then we can set up camp.” At this time of year, it’d be dark in about forty-five minutes. Time wasn’t on your side if your hope was to sleep on a surface softer than your bedroll on the grass. Though there might have been an inn nearby, but you weren’t confident that you hadn’t passed it already due to how fast you and Kakashi had been moving.
For all your hoping, you’d been proven correct in your assumption that’d you’d passed the inn you’d been thinking of and that left you only moderately deflated as you turned off the main road with Kakashi to find a suitable campsite. Off the beaten path but flat was the goal, and you look through some tall shrubbery and smile when you see a clearing. It was really quite the scene with healthy grass, some flowers, and the river wasn’t too far away. The trees provided ample coverage, too, so it really did feel quite secluded. There was something in the air, too, something that put you at ease. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you also knew that you needed to stay on your guard while on a mission even if the environment told you otherwise. Something about deception and things being too good to be true.
Kakashi offers to take the first watch, and you tuck yourself into your sleeping bag with hopes of getting some rest. Only it’s too warm, so you remove yourself from within the sleeping bag to instead lay on it in hopes that it’d be more comfortable. Only now it’s your vest that feels too heavy, so you sit up to remove it and take a moment to roll your shoulders. Kakashi was here, you were safe to lose that protective padding to get some sleep if that’s what it took.
“Are you alright?” He asks from his perch in the tree, and you look up to see that he’d been watching you. “You seem uncomfortable down there.”
“Does it feel hot to you, Kakashi?” you ask, almost tempted to pull your shirt off but knowing that wasn’t the wisest move you could make. But it was so hot and starting to rub you the wrong way so it needed to go. Sooner rather than later. “It’s so hot out here.”
“It’s a bit warm, yeah, but I’ve been trying to tune it out.” He’s kneeling in front of you now, pressing his wrist to your forehead. You can’t see the frown, but you hear it when he sighs before he tells you that you’re running a fever. “You’re just hot, though? Not nauseous or anything else?”
“I honestly felt fine until just now when I was trying to lay down.” But you’re acutely aware of the fact that he’s still got his wrist pressed to your forehead, and now there’s his other hand on your shoulder and contributing to the heat you felt. “But now I’m just hot, and my clothes feel wrong.”
“Does it feel heavy?”
“Kinda, just rubbing me the wrong way, y’know?”
“Yeah.” So he was feeling it too, and that both relieves you and horrifies you at the same time. What if your perfect campsite was just a massive trap? That’d be just fantastic if all this was your fault. “It’s not a genjutsu, and there are no chakra signatures anywhere near us either. It’s almost like there’s something in the air.”
Something in the air? That was what you had felt earlier, but that something wasn’t making you hot. Kakashi’s hands on you were not helping, but instead were contributing to a different type of heat in your core that was not easy to ignore either. Where was the light and easy feeling that you’d had previously? Where did that go?
“I have to get out of these clothes, Kakashi.” You hope you sound calm, like you know what you’re doing, but you couldn’t even really think straight.
“We have to get out of here, we’ll deal with our symptoms once we’re out of the hot zone.”
“I am the hot zone right now!”
“And we need to figure that out, but losing your cool is not going to help. We’re not going to go far, there’s another clearing nearby and I think we should be okay there. Let’s gather our things and move.” The instruction is clear and, despite how awful your clothes felt against your skin, you follow them without question. By the time you’ve settled in the new campsite you can’t stop yourself, taking your shirt off with your vest and laying back against the cool grass in hopes that it’ll help you relax - even just a little bit.
The air felt different here, sure, but you still felt too hot. A look to your left tells you that Kakashi was feeling the heat too, since he’d removed his vest and was trying to fan cool air onto his skin. There was another more obvious problem just south of the hem of his shirt, but you avert your gaze from your partner to keep from potentially making him uncomfortable.
“Doing okay?” he asks, and you shake your head since you were still feeling too hot even with your shirt being off and cool air hitting your skin.
“Still too hot, but I’m running out of layers,” you mumble, jumping nearly out of your skin when you feel his hand on your stomach. How he got there that fast was not a question you’d waste time on, since the man did train with Gai. What was more pressing was the physical contact he’d initiated, all he really needed to do was move that hand just a bit further south and you were certain that’d either fix everything and make the problem worse - but such was the shinobi way of life. “That’s not helping.”
“I thought not,” he mumbled, and you chance looking up at him only to feel yourself get so much warmer when you see him looking down at you. There’s something unfamiliar in his eye, and that has you equal parts excited and concerned at what that look could mean. “The air is different here, so we must have inhaled something back there.”
How was he still so functional? You couldn’t give a damn about what could have you feeling this way, there were more pressing matters such as your body feeling like it was on fire and the growing discomfort with how wet your underwear was getting.
“Please stop talking,” you whine, your hand grabbing his wrist. His pulse is racing beneath his skin, his thumb starting to move against your skin until you let out another whine at the contact. “But keep touching me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Only if you want to.”
He shakes his head, and you’re not sure what it is he’s trying to convey but you err on the safe side and release his wrist. You’re ready to sit yourself up, go hide behind a tree so you could rub this out and get it over with, but his hand stays firm on your stomach to keep you in place as he leans in to get close to your ear.
“We shouldn’t do this, but I can’t pull myself away from you when I’m like this and you’re so willing.”
If he wasn’t wearing that mask, you’d kiss him right now. But he is, and that brings you to let him go so you could move the placement of your headband so it’d cover your eyes. Kakashi had to be uncomfortable in the mask, this was how you could ensure that he could be more comfortable while you both were dealing with the side effects of whatever the hell you’d breathed in. You hear him sigh before his hand leaves your stomach, and you pick up on the rustling of his clothes before his mouth is on yours and his hand is pushing at the waistband of your pants. Your hand starts to move, but is quickly pinned into the grass by Kakashi’s other hand as he moves to straddle you.
“Please behave, I’m struggling to contain myself as it is.” The warning has you nodding, but your hips move of their own volition in an attempt to get some friction where you most need it. He pauses above you, then his hands are gone from you only to work at pulling your pants and underwear down.
Your mouth falls open when his fingers push between your folds, the fire burning inside sated by the contact that has you relaxing into the grass. You hadn’t realized just how large Kakashi’s hands were until he had two fingers inside of you working to stretch you open more, and you knew you’d be fixated on those hands long after this situation was over and dealt with. A bridge to be crossed later, if you remembered after all this was over and done with.
A forearm is pressed to your hip, those two fingers part your folds, and you sigh when his tongue slides through to lap at your essence while his thumb circles your already over-sensitive clit. Another orgasm comes and goes before you can process it, your hands moving to his hair to try and pull him away. Instead, his other hand comes to replace his tongue, two fingers pushing into your cunt easily while his thumb continues to play with your clit.
“Are you going to come already?” He sounds amused, but you can’t formulate the words that you need to tell him off or tell him that he was right. “You can come, it’s alright. Let me taste you.”
You’re going to blame your current state on the fact that you were able to come just by him telling you to, that truly had to be it. But he sounds pleased and you’re ready to cry when he continues to lick and suck at your quivering pussy until you’re practically begging him to pull back and fuck you proper. You just needed him to fill you now, fill you and keep you full and fuck the neediness out of you.
“Ask and you shall receive.” There’s more rustling, and you wish you could see what he was doing and how he was looking at you but the headband remains in place to keep your vision obscured.
The blunt tip of his cock coming to rest between your folds has your eyes closing behind the headband, your fingers digging into the soft soil beneath you as he presses forward and stretches you. There’s no time or consideration for adjustments, you’d wager that Kakashi’s patience has worn out given the situation, and you’re not complaining since this is what you needed.
“Just stay put,” he breathes into your ear, his hand taking yours and pressing it into the grass beside your head. He’s still moving his hips against yours even as he speaks, the heat and desperation radiating off of him in waves as he presses a kiss to your cheek before he gently bites at your jawline. “Stay put and let me take care of us, will you do that?”
You nod, your compliance earning you another kiss before he’s pulling out. Before you have the chance to complain, he’s turning you over and pulling your hips up so you’d be propped up on your knees in front of him before he’s pushing back into you. There was no gentleness, no careful consideration of the environment, this was Kakashi on a mission to get you both off and hopefully stop whatever had gotten you both so worked up. His hands grip your hips hard enough that you’re certain there would be ten little bruises decorating your skin later, and he muffles his own sounds of pleasure by biting into your shoulder, it hurts but in the best way possible as he fucks into you at a pace you could only describe as being brutal. There was no rhythm or thought to it, he needed to get off as badly as you did.
“You feel so good, y’know that?” he breathes into your ear, every other word punctuated by a grunt that has you weaker than the one before. There’s a new heat burning inside you, this one you knew how to cope with, and you move your hand so that you could rub at your clit only to hand Kakashi grab your hand and press it back into the ground. “I said stay put and let me take care of you. You need to come?”
You nod, your head falling forward into the grass when his fingers make contact with your clit. At this point you think your body may be too sensitive, and that has you arching back into him at the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers against the nerve bundle.
“Stop running from me.”
“Sensitive,” is all you can gasp out, fingers digging into the grass once again as Kakashi chuckles in your ear. “Please, I’m so close Kakashi.”
This time you stay put when his fingers graze your clit, and you feel all coherent thoughts leave you as your body continues to rock with his as his fingers begin rubbing quick circles while his thrusts increase in pace. All that mattered was him and your approaching orgasm, anything else would have to wait until you could breathe normally again. A thrust punctuated by a pinch to your clit has your body going rigid beneath his, and he’s talking you through the orgasm until his own hips stutter and he also stills.
An arm moves around your waist, bringing you with him when he moves to lay on his side. The headband is moved but you keep your eyes closed even though your back was to him, not wanting to chance seeing his face. Things felt a bit more clear, but now you weren’t sure where the source of the heat was coming from now - the unknown inhalant or the close proximity to Kakashi. The grass was helping, though, which told you it was likely Kakashi making you feel so warm.
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah, a bit,” you whisper, staying on your side while he lies on his back. “How come you were so functional? We were both exposed for the same amount of time?”
“My mask must have acted as a filter. I had it off to eat, though, which was likely where I got truly exposed.” You’re quiet after that, really trying to think about it but your critical thinking still wasn’t truly there. You’d give yourself a headache if you tried, you were sure, so you choose not to think about it for now. “Well I’m going to keep watch, you need your rest if we’re going to continue the mission.”
“What if it’s not fully out of our systems? Shouldn’t we go back to the village for treatment?” You’re sitting up now, still looking away since you weren’t sure if it was safe to look at him yet, but the cold air on your back does feel nice.
“I think we’ve established that we’re pretty decent at dealing with the side effects, no need to delay by going back to the village if we can handle it ourselves.” That has you looking at him, not at all caring about whether he was masked or not. He didn’t truly mean he’d fuck you all the way to the Sand Village if that was necessary, did he? “I think that’s the fun part, don’t you?”
This man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of that.
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nap time
pakkun loves spending time with you, kakashi doesn’t mind it one bit
a/n: literally one month late to this request I’m so so so sorry blame midterms plz !!!! i hope you still find your way to this piece and i hope u enjoy !! send in more kakashi requests i love him so bad <3
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warnings: mention of pregnancy, kakashi refers to the reader as mama at one point
“kashi i already told you I’ll be fine on my own” you roll your eyes, one hand in his larger one and the other still running through his silver hair.
your boyfriend can’t help but sigh, the smallest of pouts sitting on his pretty lips. “I’ll just feel more comfortable if one of the ninken are here with you while I’m gone,” you can see the sincerity in his eyes, only pure intention behind his gaze, “I’m gonna be gone for who knows how long and i don’t want anything to happen to you, not when things between us are just starting.”
it’s with a small smile and a dramatically loud sigh that you roll onto your back, “fine fine, don’t have to get so sappy on me copy ninja,” kakashi smiled at your words, rolling over and resting on his forearms, placing a kiss to your cheek before getting out of bed.
you watch him with a smile as he summons his ninken, you expect to see the whole pack but only one appears, pakkun.
“what is it boss?” the deep voice makes your smile grow wider, the dog nods along as kakashi explains to him what’s happening.
“hi pakkun�� you wave, the dog lifts his paw slightly and you giggle. kakashi can’t help but stare lovingly at the interaction, his eyes forming into small crescents.
“I’ll summon you again when i leave, got it?” the dog replies in a grunt before disappearing just as fast as he arrived.
kakashi got back into bed with you, opening his arms so you could rest on his chest. it was quiet, the only sounds were a couple birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves in the trees.
“d’you think he’ll like me?” your eyes were wide as you looked at kakashi, he smiled and kissed your forehead before replying, “he’s gonna love you.”
and so as you closed the door as kakashi left for his mission you turned to the pug, a smile on your face, “do you like doing regular dog things too?” pakkun’s tail wagged involuntary as you showed him a frisbee.
kakashi was gone a week, for him it was a long grueling, terrible week.
pakkun had the best week of his life with you. he’d gone to a lake, played fetch countless of times, got to walk around the village with you, and best of all he got endless cuddles and pats from you.
when your boyfriend returned he was shocked to find pakkun upset at his arrival, already asking when he’d be summoned to protect you again.
and so every other time after that, pakkun was always summoned while kakashi was gone, his little tail wagging as he saw you and practically jumping into your arms when kakashi left.
you loved the little dog so much. you’d even convinced kakashi to let pakkun be the ring bearer at your wedding (it didn’t take much convincing.)
nothing changed when kakashi became the sixth hokage, when he knew he’d have a late night he’d summon pakkun to keep you company.
and so when he learned his wife was pregnant, pakkun became like gum to your side anytime kakashi was gone. you didn’t mind, you loved having him around to keep you company and help you run errands and it gave your husband peace of mind. it was a win-win really.
kakashi never really got to see much of what you two got up to in his absence. during the beginning of your relationship you’d always greet him at the gates of the village. now that he was hokage he’d always come home to you cooking or doing something, pakkun usually just sitting next you.
with a happy sigh kakashi set aside the last of his paperwork for the day, glancing at the clock and smiling when he realized he was done nearly two hours earlier than what he had told you. he quickly grabbed his things and made his way back home, excited to finally be with you again.
the sixth hokage opened the door quietly, slipping his shoes off before his eyes landed on the two figures on the couch. his heart grew in his chest, warmth spreading across his body as a smile found its way onto his lips.
pakkun lay curled up in your lap, your hand resting softly on his back, you’d surely fallen asleep petting him. the two of you were breathing evenly.
kakashi didn’t wanna move, he didn’t even wanna breathe in fear of disturbing the two of you. but alas, pakkun was ninken and his ears twitched as the sound of kakashi’s quiet steps.
“welcome back boss” pakkun sat up, jumping off the couch and stretching with a big yawn, shaking before sitting in front of kakashi.
“i see you’re having a grand time with my wife,” he laughed, pakkun looked back at you before looking at kakashi once more.
“she gave me bacon today, she told me not to tell you but i just can’t keep things from you” kakashi smiled at his words, he couldn’t help but picture his own kid confessing that you’d snuck him an extra cookie after dinner.
“kashi?” you mumbled, sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you stretched a bit before smiling at your husband, “you’re home early.”
kakashi wasted no time in sitting next to you, placing a kiss to your cheek and resting his much larger hand atop your now growing baby bump. “couldn’t bear to be another second away from the two of you.”
pakkun had found his way to your other side, nuzzling himself under your arm and laying down, a content sigh when you scratched the top of his head.
“pakkun told me you gave him bacon,” your eyes went wide and kakashi laughed, “mama is gonna spoil you rotten isn’t she?” he spoke, bending down a bit to place a soft kiss to your belly.
“as if you won’t!” you retorted, a smile on your face when he blushed deeply, shy giggles leaving his lips. he couldn’t fight back, he knew you were right. instead he placed a kiss onto your forehead before getting up to shower and change.
before he rounded the corner to the restroom he glanced back, smiling as he saw you placing a now napping pakkun onto your lap, continuing to shower him affection.
kakashi couldn’t help but smile at his little family, happiness and love coursing through his veins as pakkun nuzzled up to your baby bump.
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The Big Bad Wolf
Part IV
Word Count: 3,404
Warnings: Descriptions of anxiety, depression
Note: I really hope this flows okay, because I was writing this from my notebook while also working through the next part and it made my brain a little wonky. Also, right after I had copied it, my kid somehow deleted the whole thing so I was just barely saved.
After falling asleep the moment your head hit the pillow and getting a full night’s rest, you were more than ready to start your busy day. Your first order of business after dropping your son off was to pay a visit to Lord Sixth.
You ambled down the hall to the office, waving at a few acquaintances who passed. Standing in front of the large oak door, you knocked lightly, hoping your timing wasn’t disturbing any important meetings or work.
You were called in almost immediately, and slipped through the doorway before shutting it softly behind you. Kakashi had his head bent over some paperwork, so you stood quietly in the middle of the room until he finished. It didn’t take much waiting, and when he looked up to make eye-contact with you, the furrow in his brow dissipated instantly. HIs eyes crinkled in a tired smile which you returned.
“Good morning, sir,”
“Good morning, how was yesterday?”
You thought of how best to respond. “It wasn’t too bad,”
Flashing him a cheeky grin, you continued. “Can’t complain with my pay,”
Kakashi let out a small chuckle. “Good. Obito wasn’t… he wasn’t too much, was he?”
Your smile slipped into a neutral expression, the once you had always saved for mission debriefs. “He was not much of a hassle, though I suspect he was wary of my presence. The most bothersome part was the… hovering, though I’m sure he'll quit after some time with me,”
He nodded, holding back an eye-roll at his friend’s behavior. “Anything else?”
“Grocery allowance,”
Lord Sixth pushed back his chair and started rummaging through one of his desk drawers. He eventually found what he was looking for, retrieving a sealed envelope. He set it on the desk and scribbled something on the front.
He held it out for you, and you approached the desk and grasped the other end. He didn’t let go, and you awkwardly met his deep brown eyes.
“Thank you, for accepting this job.” HIs tone was low and soft.
“Of course, sir,” You replied slowly, and he let go.
“I wrote my number on the back of it.” He pointed to the envelope. “Shoot me a text if you happen to need anything,”
You nodded, and glanced at his messy scrawl. You hadn’t ever seen his handwriting, and it amused you that it was closer to chicken scratch than legible numbers.
“If that’s all, you’re free to go,”
You gave him a small smile and bowed your head respectfully. “Have a good day, Lord Sixth,”
Kakashi openly rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips tugging into an exasperated grin. “Kakashi.”
“Mhm,” you hummed, there was a glint in your eye that he didn’t miss as you waved goodbye.
Your short walk to the market stalls was uneventful, and your shopping much the same. You had made a mental checklist of all the things you needed, and after finishing at each stall, you took out a ninja scroll to store your goodies. A couple of the vendors tried to chat with you, and you would normally indulge them, but you kept the conversations short. In the end, it took you a little longer than you would have liked, but after about an hour and a half you were headed back out to the edge of the forest.
Obito stared at himself in his grimy bathroom mirror for well over an hour before your arrival. He was staring past himself, letting his eyesight blur while he was lost in thought for the majority of the time, but every once in a while he would focus back in and curse his incredible attention to detail.
Worse for wear would be a gentle expression for how he looked. He almost couldn’t fathom how he had gotten to this point. The dark circles under his eyes, his long, matted hair, and his bones were made more prominent by his weight loss. The face staring in the mirror taunted him.
He couldn’t help but think he looked more like Madara now than ever before.
He scowled at his reflection, but it only intensified the resemblance. He was intimidating. It made him wonder how you perceived him when he had walked around the corner the morning before.
He hated himself for the thought, but it had been a long time since he had seen a woman. It was much different than having Kakashi and Naruto for brief company. He had the urge to fix his appearance the second after you two had made eye-contact.
He didn’t want you to be frightened by him. He didn’t want anyone to be frightened of him anymore, but especially not the person sent to care for him. Obito wasn’t dumb, he could feel how tense you were when he was near; he just hoped he could change that, and quickly.
His train of thought was interrupted by a curt knock on his front door, and the hinges creaking as it swung open. He tumbled out of the bathroom and hurried into the living room to greet you.
You were already a few steps from the kitchen, and you raised your eyebrows in mild interest at his hasty movements. He stopped a few feet away from you, and attempted an easy smile.
The flash of bewilderment across your face told him he hadn’t quite managed it, but he persisted. “Good morning,”
“Good morning..” your tone came out questioningly.
He tore his eyes away from your figure and looked around. “Weren’t you going to get groceries?”
“Oh, yeah. They’re right here,” You pulled a scroll out of your bag and set it on the floor.
You weaved your hands and placed them on the surface of the scroll. In a poof everything appeared atop the scroll and spread around it on the floor. Obito seemed impressed by the sheer volume of things suddenly in his kitchen.
“Are you trying to feed the whole Shinobi Alliance?”
You rolled your eyes and a smirk quirked the corner of your lips. You waved your hand around to encompass everything. “It’ll all be eaten, trust and believe,”
“First, though, is laundry.” You located the detergent and heaved it over the rest of the items as you made your way to the hallway.
“You have a basket ready?”
“...Will a pile do?”
You stopped and turned around, having passed him. “Are you telling me Lord Sixth didn’t provide a basket for you?”
He scratched the back of his neck under his messy mop of hair. “Uh, yeah, I guess,”
You shook your head. You made it to the end of the hallway, where the washer and dryer were hidden behind a sliding door. Obito followed behind you and went to grab his clothes. He plopped them in while you filled the dispenser. You were acutely aware of his presence and tensed when his arm grazed yours, though you tried not to show it.
You walked back to the kitchen with Obito trailing behind you. While you got to work putting everything away, he stood around ominously, his keen eyes following your movements. It was a little disconcerting, but you weren’t sure how to address it. It was clear to you that he didn’t know what to do with himself, and clearer still that his social skills had been diminished close to nil in his time here.
You considered the best course of action while your hands were busy. Cautiously, you called, “Obito?”
“Yeah?” He replied rather quickly.
You turned your attention to him. “Do you, perhaps.. have any hobbies?”
It took him only a few strides to situate himself a couple feet from you, back leaning against the countertop. You barely held back an exasperated noise at the action. He brought a finger to his lips in thought, seemingly oblivious to your plight.
He couldn't be that oblivious, could he? Or did he not care?
“When I was a kid… I used to help out old ladies a lot,” he replied with a straight face.
A burst of surprised laughter escaped your chest. His dark eyes lit up at the sweet sound tickling his ears. He couldn’t stop a small smile from lifting his lips. When your laughter died down, you asked with amusement, “anything else?”
He paused. “I don’t - I don’t think so,”
You restarted your task of shelving cans so you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes as you said, “I noticed your lack of - well, your lack. So, I brought you a book I finished recently. I thought you might like to borrow it. Something to do at least,”
From the corner of your eye you watched him blink in surprise. He straightened his shoulders a bit. “Uh, thank you,”
You nodded and strode over to the table where you had set your bag. “Here,”
You held it out for him and he pushed himself off the counter. He gingerly took it from your hands, as if you might change your mind and he would be in trouble for taking it. He inspected the cover and turned it over to read the description on the back. He opened it up and pulled one of the chairs out from the table, sinking into it as he began to read.
The quiet of the space was calming now that his eyes were elsewhere. You started on a small breakfast for him, just eggs and toast, so you could get to work on lunch, since it was closer to 10:30 am now. Your eyes wandered over to him, noticing that he slouched and stuck his legs out straight in front of him under the table, propped by the other chair.
HIs brows were slightly furrowed, the left dipping lower than the right. HIs mouth drew a straight line of concentration as his eyes flit across the page. An image of a healthier, filled out Obito flashed across your mind. You couldn’t help the spark of attraction that rose in your chest as your gaze remained on him.
HIs turning the page he was on broke you from your reverie, and you refocused on your task. The thought that he was attractive did not sit well with you, and you shifted uncomfortably on your feet. You didn’t dare look at him until you were setting a plate in front of him and replying to his, “Thank you,”
You busied yourself with switching over the load of laundry and bringing the cleaning products you bought to the linen closet. You were thankful for the distance you had created for him, and took the opportunity for some deep breathing. Once calmer, you stood in front of Obito’s closed bedroom door. You reached for the knob but hesitated, unsure if it would be intrusive to enter. You reasoned after a minute that it was part of the job description, so you twisted and pushed it open.
The room’s bareness mirrored the rest of the home. There was one window, covered by dusty black curtains, a full sized bed and boxspring in the corner, and a dresser. The bed sported one pillow; it was one of the large ones, made for a king size bed-set, a white fitted sheet, and a matching white flat sheet. There weren’t any actual blankets. You knew from your rummaging around that there weren’t any in the nearly bare linen closet either.
As far as you were aware, the cottage was heated only by the fireplace in the living room. You double checked for vents in his room, but your suspicion was quickly confirmed. It bothered you that he didn't have a proper blanket, considering Konoha was just as cold as anywhere else come winter. In fact, the nights were already beginning to be cold. You would have to have a word with Kakashi about it.
You stripped the bed and pillow and dropped them in the washer, and on second thought, added his one bath towel to the load, along with the two new packages of washcloths you had bought for cleaning.
You returned to the kitchen and pulled some ingredients from the fridge for lunch. Obito was still working on his breakfast, taking slow bites in between flipping the pages of his book. You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t notice that his eyes repeatedly wandered off the page to you.
Obito didn’t particularly like the frown tugging at your lips, or the way your eyes glossed over in deep thought. Unaware of the cause, he felt a little self-conscious. Now that he was more than aware of his disastrous state, he was embarrassed. He was also acutely aware of your presence at all times, and it was incredibly distracting. His body could practically feel your location in the house as you moved around. On second thought, he may unconsciously be feeling around with his Chakra.
He glanced at you again, and to break you from your thoughts, and him from his own, he sassed, "You know I'm a grown man, right? This is barely any food,"
Rudely torn from your thoughts, you spun on your heel, a hand finding its place on your hip. You glared at him, and one of his eyebrows raised. He leaned sideways in his chair, throwing his arm over the back of it. He kept his expression impassive, if slightly annoyed.
“And were you eating like a ‘grown man’ before I got here?” You looked him up and down slowly to drive home your point.
A blush betrayed him as he mumbled something under his breath and looked away from you. “That’s what I thought. Trust my judgment. Lunch will be done in an hour or so anyway,”
You turned to the counter with a huff, and poured the coffee you had been brewing into your mug. You leaned against your hip so you could throw glares at him out of the corner of your eye while you enjoyed your sipping.
“Where did the mug come from?”
"My apartment. You only have one mug, you know,"
“Ah, well I can’t do much about that, can I?”
You grimaced, shame at the tone you had taken with him hitting you with full force. “Sorry,”
A couple hours later, you found yourself scrubbing the bath while debating whether or not to text Kakashi. Well, you were going to text him, you were just struggling with the wording. You wanted to express your disappointment in him for letting someone he claimed to care for so deeply live like this. You knew he was busy, but damn, he was lucky Obito hadn’t frozen to death over the last two winters.
Pursing your lips, you scrubbed a little harder. You would need to ask for extra allowance so you could purchase a few necessities. With that in mind, you found yourself at the kitchen counter. Your bag was pushed to the side nearest the fridge, and you fished out your phone and the envelope from that morning.
“Is the tub done?” Obito called from the couch.
He eyed your phone but kept his thoughts to himself.
Obito had been forced to wait to change into his freshly clean clothes until you had finished in the bathroom. Despite your initial apprehension towards him, you wanted him to have the full clean experience.
“Just a minute,” you unconsciously held up a finger.
You opened up your messages and punched the number in under New Messages.
Good afternoon, this is Y/n. It has come to my attention that Obito needs a few more things than the budget allows. I was hoping you could fund a new bed-set, some dishware, and a couple more odds and ends. Thank you.
You pressed send and returned your phone to your bag. Turning your attention back to Obito, you caught him already watching you.
“What was that about?”
“You need some things, I was informing Lord Sixth about it,”
“Why do you call him that?”
You thought for a moment, tapping a finger to your chin. “Professionalism, I suppose,”
He snorted. “Okay,”
Your eyes scanned over him, taking in the dark circles, still sunken cheeks, and rats nest of a ponytail. The only difference from the day before was that his pallor had improved. Your eyes roved over him once more, and they stopped on his hair.
Before you could stop yourself, you asked, “Can I cut your hair?”
With zero hesitation he replied, “Yes, please.”
You pulled his chair out from the table just enough for him to sit down and gestured for him to come over. While he took a seat, you rummaged around in some of the kitchen drawers for a pair of scissors. They were hidden at the very back of the silverware drawer.
You made a quick stop in the bathroom for a comb you had seen earlier, and took your spot behind him, excited. You inspected the knot, lifting a bit to see how far it went up. It seemed to stop nearer to the nape of his neck.
“I’m going to have to take quite a bit off,”
“Do what you have to do,” he replied casually.
You hummed. “Alright,”
Carefully, you cut above the knot. After a few well placed snips, it fell to the floor. You gently carded your fingers through the free hair, starting at his nape. Obito shivered involuntarily in response. He straightened and made to get up.
You placed your left hand on his shoulder. “I’m not done.”
He turned his head to look at you. “But-”
“You’re not walking around with this choppy mess. Turn around and let me finish,”
“It’s not like anyone is gonna see it,” he grumbled, turning his head forward.
“I will,”
The feeling of your fingers just hardly brushing through his hair sent Obito into overdrive. It was foreign; far gentler than anything he had been accustomed to in a very long time.
Electricity ran up and down his spine every time you measured out another section between your fingers. Hen tensed his body in a conscious effort to keep the shivers under control. He wanted to lean back into your touch, his body yearned for it. Your movements were simultaneously overwhelming and not enough. He became twitchy without realizing it, reacting to you.
Without a second thought, you raked your fingers across his scalp, just barely pulling on the hairs. The action lifted his chin and he outwardly shivered.
“Stop moving,” you murmured in his ear.
“Sorry,” he squeaked.
He cleared his throat. “My bad,”
You released your grip and continued trimming. Heat spread up his neck and across his face as well as tinting the tips of his ears. He sat as still as he possibly could, hardly daring to breathe.
You pulled his chair a little farther away from the table and moved to stand in front of him. close enough that your legs brushed the side of his thigh when you leaned in. You took the comb to the front of his wild hair and pursed your lips in thought.
“How much of this do you want in your face?” You brushed a piece away from his forehead.
He stared at you dumbly, lips slightly parted. Your eyes traveled from his hair to his eyes. You took in his glazed expression and tinted cheeks, and your look of concentration turned into a playful half-grin.
His eyes widened a fraction and flickered from your smile to your eyes. “Up to me, then?”
You didn’t wait for his response. You continued with your trimming and styling, aware that his eyes never left your face. And for once, you couldn’t find it in yourself to mind.
Finished, you stepped back and admired your handiwork, a hand resting on your hip. You nodded to yourself, happy with how it turned out. He looked quite nice, actually. Much nicer than you would like to admit - alluring in a sort of grungy way.
Obito released the breath he had been holding. “How’s it look?”
“Good,” you cracked a genuine smile.
“You look a little less like a mangy stray now,”
He scoffed, but couldn’t bring himself to scowl at you. The corner of his lips turned up, and he watched you go to reach for it again, but ultimately let your hand fall to your side. Your smiling face slipped back into one of polite neutrality.
“Let me get your towel so you can shower,”
Part V
#naruto#x reader#x y/n#au#obito uchiha#obito x reader#Obito Uchiha x reader#Obito lives au#f!reader#kakashi hatake
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pairing: werewolf!kakashi hatake x f!reader
word count: 5.2k
about: your boyfriend leaves you alone for one week every month and you can never seem to put your finger on why. convinced he’s cheating, you book a romantic getaway to pin him down and figure him out. while preparing to leave, you instead discover the hairy secret he has been keeping from you all this time.
contents: nsfw - mdni. cw knotting, cw mating, cw breeding kink. miscommunication with resolution, established relationship, piv sex, vaginal fingering, reader has breasts and is referred to as pretty and mate multiple times, reader has pubic hair, few mentions of birth control (reader is on it but method is not specified), sloppy and messy sex (saliva is mentioned but there is no specific instance of spitting)
notes: part of thot-o-ween 2023! ngl i had the most fun writing this one out of the whole group this far and i hope that it shows and you enjoy reading it! thanks for the support the last four weeks and i'm so glad we are getting into the thick of the good stuff now. ♡
“Don’t be ridiculous, he absolutely adores you.”
Despite the consistent reassurance of your best friend, you aren’t certain that your boyfriend Kakashi does adore you.
It’s not that he isn’t wonderful because he is. Supportive, serious without being a bore, and surprisingly humble - these are all things it takes no effort for you to feel and say about him. Despite this, you can’t shake the nagging distrust you’ve felt since he told you he’s going on his once a month week long business trip. Unfortunately, this time it coincides with a romantic getaway you tried to book for the two of you as a surprise. Despite days of trying to convince yourself that it’s nothing and you have nothing to worry about with his cyclical departures, you have a really bad feeling.
“I can’t explain it but my intuition is going crazy. It feels like he’s lying to me.”
Your mind has played through all of the reasonable possibilities for his departure and is now filtering through the unreasonable ones. The “he has a family he’s hiding from me” paranoia pings between your ears like a racing pinball and your friend can tell, her face set in a displeased frown. She has been placating you for the past five months, politely shoving you in the direction of speaking your mind to the man, but she knows you’re uncomfortable with the idea.
She reaches across the small table the two of you sit at, dotted with discarded napkins and cups full of rapidly melting ice, and grabs your hands between hers. You appreciate the gesture and squeeze her fingers with your thumbs, smiling softly.
“You already know my advice because I’ve given it freely. What you do next is completely up to you.”
Nodding, you know she’s right. She has told you to confront him, to snoop, to follow him and these all sound like wonderful ways to handle the issue in theory. In practice, though? That’s a different story.
Dropping her hands and picking your phone up from the table, you sigh and open the little green bubble that is the messages app. Kakashi’s thread is at the top of your list and you open it, smiling looking at his sweet wishes of a good evening with your friend.
Hope you’re having fun. See you soon. 😊
“I booked that cabin before he told me he was leaving, do you think I should still tell him about it?”
Your friend nods firmly, sticking to her earlier advice.
“Yes, you should have told him as soon as you planned the getaway but maybe he can arrange something with work if he knows. It’s still a week out.”
Sighing, you nod in agreement and tap out a message in response to your boyfriend, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.
I know this is kind of off the cuff and you already told me you’re going to be gone but I booked a cabin for all of next week for the two of us. If you can’t make it, I understand. Romantic surprises are so hard sometimes!
The message whooshes and shows as sent, the blue text bubble sitting as heavy as the anxiety in your stomach. It’s long winded and something you probably should have said in person rather than via text but considering how nauseous you already feel anticipating his answer, you think this may have been for the best. You lock your phone and place it back down, not wanting to stare at the screen any longer, and the waitress comes to drop off your check.
Just as you reach for the little black tray with your receipt, your phone pings and your eyebrows raise. You smile at the waitress as you slide your card onto the tray and send her off, picking up your phone as soon as it’s not rude to do so.
You are so thoughtful. Don’t worry about not saying something sooner, I will see what I can figure out. Thank you for doing something so sweet.
Maybe your mind really has been playing tricks on you. It’s hard to hide your grin as you pass the phone across the table and your friend smiles as she reads as well, holding her hands out and tilting her head.
“See? Good communication is key.”
You know she’s right.
Across town, though, Kakashi paces the floor of his bedroom wondering how the fuck he is going to make this work.
How he ended up landing someone like you is still beyond his rational understanding. You are too good to be true and booking a surprise romantic getaway, in any other situation, would be a gift. A luxury, even. Time spent with you, secluded, watching the autumn leaves fall? He couldn’t dream of anything more but next week simply does not work for him.
Pressing the screen of his phone wildly, he swipes through apps until he finds his moon phase tracker, popping open the calendar to see when exactly the full moon falls. He’ll get more details from you later but if you booked it from Monday to Sunday, he may be able to pull off leaving early but staying for most of the time. The full moon falls on Friday and realistically if he spent the week with you up until Thursday, he may be able to pull it off.
Sighing, he slumps down on the edge of his bed and scrubs his hand over his face. The luck he has had over the last few months hiding his secret from you has been nothing short of fortuitous and he’s glad for your trust in him even though it eats him up to lie about his whereabouts for a week every single month.
Putting you at risk is the last thing the man would ever want to do so he’s already taking a huge chance trying to make this week work knowing that his hormones are stronger in certain months rather than others. He has felt overcome by his instincts this entire month, it’s the reason he has buried himself in busy work rather than spending his free time with you, but he knows that if he hangs you out to dry this week it could result in him losing you.
That’s simply not an option he’s willing to entertain so he will figure it out despite how it makes his gut twist and his mind race.
Swiping off of the moon cycle app, he opens his messages and the cursor blinks at him tauntingly while he considers what to say.
I can come along Monday through Thursday if that’s alright with you?
Tapping the little blue arrow that sends the message off to you, he feels a weight on his shoulders that he can’t quite name. It’s sadness because he knows eventually he’ll have to tell you the truth about himself or let you go but selfishly, he wants to put it off for as long as he possibly can.
Something about you makes him believe that those old stories his dad told him growing up about their kind having fated mates may have been true. His mother was his father’s mate, she knew of his secret and kept it until the day she died, and despite this harsh world, Kakashi has always kept the smallest kindling of hope that it could be true.
Then he met you and his body all but told him it was, the ruts coming more consistently and stronger, lasting for longer than they ever have. What started as one day a month he had to hide away to keep from exposing himself became two days, and then three, and then an entire week having to seclude himself from you to keep from giving into his more base urges.
Another sigh leaves the man and he taps his feet against the floor beneath them impatiently, clutching his phone in his palm. Three pings in succession make him lift it to his face, squinting slightly thanks to the brightness of the screen, but he smiles reading your words.
Omg yay!!!
I’m glad to get you for even that long
Thank you for making it work for me
It’ll be a risk but he’s willing to take it to see your pretty smile and to spend time cozied up reading and watching your silly shows and enjoying each other.
It’ll all be worth it as long as he can keep control.
The days leading up to the trip pass uneventfully for you but Kakashi feels differently with each hour that passes, especially today.
He’s hot. Cloyingly and overwhelmingly, to the point he has to lay on his couch in nothing but boxers and an old tank top dug out of the back of his dresser drawer to try and cool down. Sweat glistens across his skin and his very bones ache, all of the blood in his body running to his cock and making it impossible for him to think.
When you arrive at his apartment to spend the night in order to make leaving in the morning simpler, you’re shocked to see him lying on the couch with one hand down his boxers halfheartedly playing with his hard cock with one arm thrown over his eyes. His cheeks are pink and he’s panting, only glancing up briefly when the door opens and shuts. He scrambles to sit up but you can tell he’s struggling, his abs tensing with every breath he takes.
“Oh babe, are you alright?”
Dropping your bags at the front door, you rush to his side and kneel on the ground next to where he is strewn across the sofa. You press the back of your hand to his clammy cheek and coo, your other hand tangling in his unruly hair and combing it away from his forehead. He doesn’t uncover his eyes but his breathing is so heavy you worry something is seriously wrong with him.
“Kakashi, what’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you need to go to urgent care?”
He shakes his head and groans, chest still heaving and you notice the tip of his cock peeking above the waistband of his boxers. It looks the same as you remember it in every way except for the color - so red, as if it’s blushing to be spotted and leaking a pool of sticky pre-cum onto the barely exposed skin his tank top isn’t covering. You know the two of you have been too busy the last several days to spend much quality time together and sex hasn’t been possible but you’ve never seen someone so horny they’re actually ill because all current signs point to that being the exact issue.
“Talk to me. What’s going on?”
Embarrassment keeps him from opening up. Kakashi is ashamed of who he is, a beast more than a man, and he’s even more ashamed that he has no way of keeping the secret from you any longer. This rut is too strong and he needs you to leave lest his instincts take over his logic. Pulling his arm from over his eyes, he tries to sit up and you assist him to the best of your ability, his cock throbbing through the thin fabric of his boxers and catching your eye despite your attempts to focus on his handsome face. His stormcloud colored eyes have never looked more tumultuous than they do right now and you reach out to cup his face, only for him to gently grasp your wrist and pull you away.
“Don’t touch me.”
The look on your face, brows pinched and mouth agape, reminds him that he’s a monster and not a man and he should have never brought you into his life. The only thing he can do is hurt you. His grip on your wrist is gentle and he loosens it further but you capture his hand in your own, eyes brimming with tears of frustration.
“Please tell me what’s happening,” your voice cracks as you speak and you feel warm tears spill down your face, irritated by your own ability to hold it together, but your worst fears are coming true in front of you. Something is off about your boyfriend, you were right, and now he’s denying your touch when he clearly needs it. “I just want to know the truth.”
The truth would be a heavy burden for both of you and the last thing he wants to do is force you to carry it with him despite the pleading look in your eyes and your quivering bottom lip.
“What are you hiding from me?”
Your voice cracks again and his heart breaks all over, gray eyes trained on your face despite his disgust with himself. Despite the tears and the way they blur your vision, you scan his face and drink in every feature because despite how you feel right now, you love this man. You were hoping to tell him so this week, tucked away in the idyllic countryside, and now you feel the dream slipping away from you.
“Are you married? Do you have another life?”
Desperation for the truth makes your hands shake and he shakes his head, blowing a breath out of his lips. He continues to feel so hot it’s painful, like he’s burning alive, and he is resisting inhaling and choosing to breathe through his mouth instead to keep from catching your scent that is gradually replacing all of the fresh air in the apartment.
Allowing you to hold his hand, he sits forward and looks you in the eyes. If his gut feeling is real, if what he believes about you is true, then he needs to be honest. If you are his mate then you’ll understand. His voice shakes when he speaks and you scoot forward on your knees, closing the distance between your bodies as much as possible, still kneeling on the floor next to him.
“I think I should be offended that you’d even think that about me.”
Despite yourself, you laugh and he hides a smile of his own, eyes darting away from you. He pulls you up to your feet and scoots over on the couch, hissing as you occupy his space even further. You are affecting him more strongly than you ever have and his self control thins with every moment that passes.
“I’m sorry, I just don’t know what else to think. The weeks away, the secrecy, all of it…my mind has filled in the blanks I don’t understand.”
Kakashi nods. He understands, he truly does, knowing that his behavior has been less than exemplary while he has tried to keep his secret from you, but he wants to right his wrong while his mind is still clear. His cock throbs angrily, still pressing against the bottom of his stomach even while he sits, and he knows it’s now or never.
“This is going to sound ridiculous but I’m not what you think I am.”
Tilting your head to the side, you look over your handsome boyfriend and wonder what he could mean. Is he lying about his job or where he’s from? He can tell you aren’t following so he looks away from you and tries again, spitting out the words he himself has tried to run from his entire life.
“I’m only half a man, the other half of me is something else entirely.”
Again, you look lost and he grasps your hands in his own hot ones and chuckles, letting his eyes shut.
“Werewolf. I’m a werewolf.”
He opens his eyes at the sound of your surprised laughter and he’s met with the smile he has found himself falling more in love with every single day, your nose scrunching the way he finds utterly adorable.
“Kakashi…” you start but he squeezes your hands and shoots you a look so earnest you feel guilty for ever questioning him. His cheeks have turned from pink to flaming red, the same color as the engorged tip that is still peeking out over the top of his boxers. Your jaw drops and he groans, eyes falling to your lips.
“What is happening right now is called a rut and unbonded men like me go through them occasionally.” You nod, understandingly. You are always unfailingly kind and patient to him, more so than he deserves for lying to you all these months. He takes your silence as permission to keep speaking and you remove your hand from his to push his sweat slicked hair off of his forehead, noticing the way his nostrils flare with your touch. “Mine have been happening more frequently than that, though, because of you.”
He expects to have lost you again and to see confusion on your face when his eyes flit up to look at you but instead he sees a sweet, almost nervous, half smile. You don’t know what he means or how you could possibly be affecting his rut but the insinuation that you have this strong of an impact on him is flattering to say the least.
Arousing too, you think while pressing your thighs together. Your focus shifts from the heat in your own core to Kakashi and you lean your head on his shoulder.
“How can I help you through this?”
Your boyfriend is far from shocked that this is your next question for him but he’s grateful, shaking his head and gazing at you nervously from the corner of his eye. You have been surprisingly okay with everything so far, or at least it seems like it, but he worries how you’ll react if he tells you everything.
“Well, ruts are usually resolved by…well, for lack of a better word, mating.” Nodding, you keep your cheek pressed to his shoulder. “It’s not just, you know, having sex like we usually do. It’s more than that.”
You shift where you sit and he watches you intently, gasping when you move to straddle him and sit on top of his thighs. His bulge presses against your core and you hum, still combing your fingers through his hair. Those instincts he was dreading continue to work at him, his mind all but overwhelmed with the sight and scent of you, and his mouth fills with saliva.
“I can handle a few days of fucking if that’s what will make you feel better,” you smile and press a kiss to his forehead, his hands finding their way to your hips and holding them tightly. His grip is harsher than he has ever touched you but it doesn’t hurt, it’s simply anchoring you in place. “But if that’s not all, I will do anything you need.”
He chuckles lowly, the sound sexy and ringing in your ears, and you instinctively grind down on his lap to relieve the tension of your own arousal. It doesn’t take much to turn you on, not when it comes to him, but the mystery of what you have to look forward to makes your head swim.
“I, uh…well, I’d need to knot you.”
Your eyebrows raise and your eyes glisten with mischief watching him search for the right thing to say.
“What does that entail?”
Again he sighs, cock throbbing painfully, and you press your lips to his forehead again. He holds you in place to keep your hips from grinding or bumping against him. His mind is growing fuzzier with each passing second and he doesn’t need the encouragement of your luscious hips to turn him into something he can’t explain away with a conversation. He’s teetering on the edge of it anyway.
“You’re familiar with my dick, of course, but when I’m rutting it’s different. It’s…” He trails off again and you reach down between your bodies, snapping the elastic waistband of his boxers. You smirk, the little temptress that you are, and he groans in defeat.
“Show me.”
Despite his brain telling him not to, he nods, happy to bend to your whims as long as you’re okay with what you see. He shifts where he sits, keeping you anchored to his lap with one hand and he uses the other to pull his boxers down around his thighs. You gasp when you notice the thickened base, larger than you’ve ever seen it and swollen.
“This is your knot?”
He nods, eyes fixed on your face as you inspect the newest part of his anatomy, to you anyway, and he’s relieved to see nothing but curiosity on your face. Your hand drifts back between your bodies and you squeeze the base of him, his knot almost too large for your hand to wrap around, and his hips buck into the touch. He pants, chest heaving with each breath, but you keep your grip intact.
“So let me make sure I have this right,” you start and he nods to indicate that he’s listening despite the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling at your touch, lower lip tucked between his teeth. “You need to knot your mate to get through this and feel better?”
He nods again, happy that he doesn’t have to explain the gory details and that you were able to fill in the blanks on your own.
“Do you know who your mate is? Is it someone I need to go find for you?”
Shaking his head, his brows furrow.
“You are my mate. That’s the only explanation why my body is reacting like this to everything about you.”
His voice sounds strained, struggling to hold onto his humanity with each passing second. You mercifully let go of his knot, the relief on his face disappearing when you do, and you lean forward, just inches from his lips.
“Then fuck your mate and feel better, baby.”
Sealing your offer by pressing your lips against his, you’re shocked to find that they’re as hot as his hands, his body, his cheeks, but they feel like home to you and the sloppy sound of your tongues running against one another in open mouthed kisses fill your ears. His grip on your hip tightens and he does his best to remain gentle as he slides you off of his lap and places you on your back on the sofa below you. He pauses for a moment to glance over your face, to be absolutely certain that you still want this, and you smile at him.
Reaching for the button of your jeans, he helps you slide them off and tosses them across the room, your panties coming off with them and the rest of your clothes in short order. He wants to shred them, to see the pieces fall and flutter away from your beautiful body, but he holds himself back.
This is just the beginning of his rut, after all, and the two of you are bound to have a very interesting week ahead of you so he savors this moment, the first that he can be who he really is in front of someone he loves.
It’s freeing and terrifying but his cock is throbbing so painfully he can’t focus on anything else.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?”
You nod when he slots himself between your spread legs, his boxers and tank top gone. Your cunt pulses at the sight of him, walls clenching almost painfully around nothing as you look at the size of his knot and wonder how you’re meant to fit it inside of you, but he quiets your wandering mind by leaning down and pressing his chest to yours, kissing you sloppily.
“God I love you,” he mutters and you hum in agreement.
His mouth is wetter than it ever has been, a side effect of his current state, and saliva drips down both of your chins and drips into the valley between your breasts. You moan into his mouth and your hips cant and grind against his erection that slips into the cleft between your pussy lips and he feels himself slipping further and further into the basest of his needs, the warm slick seeping from your cunt a nectar he can no longer resist.
Kakashi’s fingers slide down your body, dragging through the pool of saliva between your breasts, down your torso, across your belly button, and finally down to your aching pussy. He makes himself useful quickly, one of his long digits replacing his cock and running through your soaked folds. You whine, hips bucking, and he increases the pressure of his finger as he slides it over your slippery clit.
“My pretty little mate is so eager for me, huh?”
Nodding dumbly, you spread your legs further hoping he’ll take the hint to get moving to where you need him the most. Your eyes dart from his face to where his finger slowly slides inside of you, warmth accommodating the digit with ease thanks to how soaked you are, and sweet relief washes over you. Tipping your head back, you softly moan beneath him while he works you open for him - he’ll need all the help he can get if you’re going to take his knot, and a second finger joins the first while his thumb massages your clit just the way you like.
“Oh baby, you feel so good.”
You nod and hum, hips grinding into every thrust of his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your own sloppy pussy making your breaths stutter. Who would have guessed you’d be so into finding out your boyfriend’s not so little secret?
His fingers continue to spread you open, shifting and grinding against the spot deep inside he knows drives you wild, and you know you’re about to cum for the first time tonight when his thumb grinds small circles directly into your sensitive clit. Your back arches off of the couch and you clench around his fingers, mumbling his name. His lips find yours, chests still pressed together, and you whimper into his mouth while your legs shake.
Withdrawing his fingers from inside of you, he holds them up and spreads them apart, breaking away from your lips long enough to let you look at the slick that webs between them when he does. You gasp, his fingers glistening with your arousal, and he smirks.
“Think you’re wet enough for me now. Gonna stuff you full of me, is that what you want?”
Nodding, you shiver, catching a glimpse of the hunger in his eyes. He’s the same man you love and have known for all this time but there’s a hunger you can’t wait to sate dancing in his eyes. Your cunt clenches again, finally ready for more after your orgasm, and he reaches between your bodies to position himself at your entrance.
The first inch isn’t anything you aren’t used to but you still gasp as he slides himself inside of you, your nails digging into his shoulder while his blunt head prods at your eager cunt, slipping inside with ease. He sinks deeper and deeper and you gasp breathlessly when he stops just short of the inflamed knot at the base of his cock.
“Can’t go all the way in, not yet,” he explains, grinding his hips and guiding them to make sure the head of his cock brushes against the same spot his fingers were just working. You are breathless, wordless, and completely overwhelmed, deciding to let him have his way with you however he needs. His hands travel the expanse of your waist, settling on either side of it, thumbs brushing the underside of each of your breasts that bounce slightly with each movement he makes.
He isn’t satisfied keeping his hands at your waist, though, and one travels back down your stomach and rests in the hair covering your mound. He loves the feeling of the hair between his fingers and he stretches his hand so that his thumb brushes against your clit, maintaining steady pressure on the bud while he grinds and thrusts in and out of you.
“Baby,” you coo from beneath him and he smirks, leaning forward enough to fold your legs up against your sides. Your thighs are pressed against your torso and your knees rest by your ears, the shift in position making you groan, shocked at how deep he is despite the whole of him not even being inside of you. “Need it all, Kakashi, please.”
How can he deny you when you ask so sweetly and he’s so close to cumming himself?
Shifting his own position so that he is practically mounting you, the front of his thighs pressed to the backs of yours. It feels like you can hardly breathe with how he has you folded but you don’t mind, succumbing to the mind numbing pleasure of the additional inches of him slowly sinking inside of you.
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
You nod, licking your lips, and he continues to push what remains of his cock inside of you. His hips grind and shift and you do your best to lift your own to meet him but he stills you with the hand spread over your pelvis, pressing directly on your clit while you stretch to accommodate his knot that slowly slips inside of you.
The stretch is delicious and your lashes flutter against your cheek, eyes rolling back into your skull. He thrusts shallowly, not wanting to release his knot from your warmth, but he gives in quickly and withdraws his knot. You gasp at the loss of the fullness but he’s quick to rectify his wrong, slipping his knot back into you in a quick motion that leaves you breathless.
“Full,” you spit out with a nod and he chuckles, dipping his head to kiss you again.
“Not as full as I’d like you to be but soon.”
You giggle and kiss him back, his grunts and pants against your lips making you whimper. He’s so sexy and you’re so full of him, your head spinning when his grunts increase in a way you know means that he’s close. His cock spasms inside of you and his thumb doubles down on its ceaseless pace on your clit, his knot swelling as he groans and fills you with his release. His knot remains swollen and keeps his cock in place, the warmth of his spend filling your pussy.
Reaching for his face, you grab both of his cheeks and kiss him, his thumb still rubbing idle circles on your clit until your hips jerk and the sensation becomes too much.
“I love you,” you return his earlier sentiment with a smile against his mouth. He smiles and kisses you back, the two of you afraid to part and technically unable with his engorged knot still inside of you.
“We have to stay like this for a little while,” he explains and you nod, eyes glossy and body limp. “Instincts say I have to make it take even if we both know it won’t.”
Smiling, you keep your grip on his face and kiss him again.
“Do you feel better?”
He nods, sighing contentedly.
“For now but we have a long week ahead of us and the full moon is on Friday.”
Dots connect in your head and you giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist while he gradually shifts and rests his head on your chest.
“Good thing we’ll be all alone in the woods then, huh?”
Kakashi chuckles and nods, kissing you between your breasts.
“My thoughts exactly.”
#kakashi x reader#kakashi hatake x reader#thot-o-ween 2023#monster mash 2023#kendall writes#cw knotting#cw mating
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Overnight Training
18+ content, Minors do NOT interract
Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader
Summery: Your adopted baby brother Naruto isn't being treated fairly by his Sensei as he prepares for the third Chunin Exam. You go over to Kakashi's house to give him a piece of your mind.
Warnings: NSFW, gaslighting, spanking, slapping, fingering, oral, unprotected penetration
Word Count: 4.5k
Anon Request
The smell of Ichiraku ramen wafts through the air and into your nose like a welcome friend on your way towards the noodle shop. You see a familiar pair of legs dangling off the stool as you approach, ready and waiting for you to pay for their meal.
“Hi Naruto!”
“Hi Y/N-san!”
“How ya doin kiddo?” you say as you tousle his blonde hair.
Though he was a royal pain in the ass, you took a liking to Naruto shortly before he enrolled in the Ninja Academy. He was loud and crazy, and terrorized the village plenty, but then one time you caught him between acts of corruption. You saw the sad orphan who just needed attention and you took it upon yourself to become a sister figure to him. You’d chase down shop owners who were rude to him, gossiping wives spreading false rumors about the boy, and yes, you went toe to toe with Iruka several times while he was at the Academy. The latter may have resulted in a brief relationship but ultimately caring for Naruto was your primary concern and Iruka couldn’t appear to be favoring the boy more than he already was. The two of you had started talking on and off now that Naruto was no longer at the Academy but now you have a new sensei to worry about.
The infamous Kakashi Hatake, the Copy Ninja. You were less than thrilled to find out he would be responsible for your baby brother because of his reputation as being ruthless. Naruto needed a nurturer like Iruka, not a solider like Kakashi. Lord Hiruzen assured you it would be fine but you had your doubts, hence why you began checking in on Naruto more than ever.
“I’m doing really really well! I learned all kinds of chakra control stuff and I made it through the second exam!”
“That’s wonderful!”
“But now I’m trying to learn a cool new jutsu for the third one and Kakashi-sensei is too busy with Sasuke to train me!”
“What?! He’s not helping you train!”
“No” He crosses his arms in front of him. “I’m relying on some pervy old sage guy who said he’d train me.”
Your stomach sinks knowing who he’s talking about. “His real name wouldn’t happen to be Jiraiya, would it?”
“Yeah! That’s the one! But he spends most of our time looking at girls instead of giving me directions.”
“...I bet he does.” you murmur under your breath.
“Look Naruto, Jiraiya happens to be a really great ninja. You’re lucky to have gained him as a sensei.”
“You think so?!”
“They don’t call him one of the Legendary Sannin for nothin.”
“Wow! Really?”
“Really. And while you train with him, I’ll go give your Jonin Leader a good talking to. Remind him that he has three genin he’s responsible for, two of which made it to the final round.” You say in a firm tone as you accept your bowl of ramen.
“Yeah, yeah. Just don’t go dating him like you did with Iruka-sensei. That was embarrassing.”
The heat on your cheeks rises as you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear. “It’s not gonna be like that. Iruka is…well…sweet,” you blush “But Kakashi is such a, well…”
“A Jerk!”
“Naruto! Don’t say that about your sensei!”
“Why not? You were going to.”
“Was not!”
“Were to!”
“Just eat your ramen.” you say with a soft tap of your chopsticks on his yellow mop.
The two of you chow down before you escort Naruto back to his home. He excitedly blabbered on and on about his experience in the second chunin exam and you couldn’t feel more proud of the kid than if he were your actual biological brother.
You reach the door to his second story home and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Okay, kiddo, have a good day of training tomorrow. Learn everything you can and put your all into it like usual.”
“Will do Y/N-san!”
“Night kid.” you say with a chuckle releasing his shoulder and watching as Naruto unlocks the door.
“Night Y/N-san!” he shouts as he closes the door.
You couldn’t help but smile at the disappearing image of the world’s most adorable little punk with a heart of gold to match his spiky locks. The idea that Kakashi abandoned him right before the third chunin exam had your blood boiling.
What the hell was Kakashi’s problem? Did he have some vendetta cause Naruto housed the Nine Tails? Was he favoring Sasuke cause of unresolved feelings about his old teammate, Obito? Or was he just a wannabe Uchiha jerk who needed to be taught a lesson?
You march your way over to Kakashi’s house and bang on his door. He takes forever to answer so you knock again, feeling your temper rise.
You hear the latch of his lock click and the sound of the knob twisting. As the door opened, you saw a shirtless Kakashi standing before you in sweats, with a towel in his hand. He had clearly been showering after a day of training with Sasuke and was in the middle of drying off when you disturbed him.
“Oh hey, Y/N. Come in.” he says casually as he walks away from the door towards his kitchen and lowers his head to dry his hair with the towel in his hand.
“Oh hey nothing, Kakashi! Don’t act like you didn’t do anything wrong.”
“...”
You let out a grunt of anger. Was he really that arrogant that he couldn’t have possibly done anything wrong. It just made you fume.
“You’re spending all your time training the Uchiha boy and left Naruto to fend for himself! How can you be so callous to your own team?!”
“I already told him I’m sorry. Plus what I’m trying to teach Sasuke is very complex and only someone with a sharingan can learn it.”
You stride up to him standing centimeters from his face as you glare and poke at his chest.
“Look at you all high and mighty. ‘Only someone with a sharingan can learn it.’ Bull! Naruto is swimming in chakra! He brims with potential while you’re out here playing favorites!”
Kakashi grabs the finger you were poking him with and spins you around so that your hand is pinned behind your back. He holds you firmly as he whispers dangerously in your ear,
“I’d be careful who I’m poking that finger at, little lady.”
Your breath may have faltered a little from the change in position but you had a point to prove so you press on.
“What, can’t take criticism?”
Kakashi slams your upper body down on his kitchen counter, your free hand barely catching you before you hit your head too hard. He leans down over you, his body pressing into yours as he chides,
“I treat all my soldiers the way they need to be treated. Only I can know what all three of them need from me at any given time. Right now, the only Uchiha in the village needs training from the only other posesser of a Sharingan in the entirety of Konaha. Unless you’re secretly an Uchiha bastard who can train him, I’d suggest you simmer down.”
His words were chilling. Ice to your ears. It made sense but why should Naruto get the short end of the stick? He was always excluded from everything. You struggle in Kakashi’s grasp trying to turn around and face him as you continue to defend your little brother.
“That’s a bullshit answer! Just cause Naruto doesn’t have a sharingan, means his own sensei can’t give him any training at all?!”
Kakashi slaps the flesh of your ass with all his might making you cry out in pain.
“Enough! I’ve heard about as much as I will tolerate from you! You don’t know a thing about leading a squad! I will not subject myself to any more of your baseless, ignorant opinions.”
He brings his hand down again on the same spot. All the muscle he spent years developing, employed in this moment to humiliate you as you laid bent over Kakashi’s counter, hand still pinned behind your back by nothing more than his grasp on your finger.
Your breath hitched as the blow landed, pain searing your skin. You were certain that a bruise would form within the next few minutes.
Overcoming the shock of his actions you begin to struggle in his grasp. “Fuckin’ asshole, let go of me!”
“I’m the asshole? You’re the one who came to my house to yell at me!” he snarls, twisting your arm painfully. You cry out but he doesn’t loosen his grip. No, he stands directly behind you, leaning in, securing your hips against the edge of the counter. He begins rubbing his hand in large circles over your hip and cheek as if preparing the area for another assault.
You continue to struggle when you feel his warm breath as he chuckles in your ear.
“Did you really think you could come over here to yell at me and get away with it?”
He interrupts his rubbing to deliver another striking blow to your cheek. “No. It seems you’ve been spending too much time around Naruto. You’ve forgotten your manners.”
His free hand slides from your ass up to your neck where he grabs you at the base of your jaw and turns your head to the side just enough to press his nose into your cheek.
“Maybe you need some private lessons from a sensei of your own. Hmm?”
You can feel his manhood hardening beneath his sweatpants, your compromised position once more causing your breath to falter.
Smiling at your reaction, Kakashi kisses your cheek before standing up. He keeps his hips ground against your rear, pinning you to the counter still. He begins to play with your hair using his free hand as he continues,
“Naruto’s lucky to have such a pretty big sister. Watching out for him, picking senseless fights.”
“It’s not senseless you’re showing favoritism.” You grumble before he twists your arm again causing you to wince.
“As likely as that may seem, let's not jump to conclusions yet.”
You scoff at him and he slaps down on your backside once more. You let out a small groan upon impact making Kakashi chuckle.
“Let’s look at the facts, shall we?”
Kakashi releases your arm to grab your hips and spin you around. He steers you towards the wall, backing you up against it, caging you in as he grabs both your wrists, bringing them up above your head and pinning them together to hold with one hand. He casually props his free hand on his hip while leaning his weight against your wrists with the other as he continues.
“Naruto is a high energy kid who needs a high energy sensei. His father’s former sensei is in the village, available to train him. Ask yourself, is that a coincidence?”
Your eyes narrow as you glare at him. His words were so convincing but you couldn’t shake the feeling he was full of it.
“Sasuke has no other options and happens to have the same chakra nature as me. A perfect student to pass my jutsu onto.” It takes every fiber of your being to resist the eye roll threatening to make an appearance at the mention of passing down his original jutsu. “It’s only logical that I give Naruto the honor of studying under one of the Legendary Sannin while I take on Sasuke”
He was damn good, you’d give him that. You knew he was full of shit but you almost believe him.
“Now what do you have to say to me?”
“Excuse me?”
He takes his hand off his hip to give your face a sharp slap.
“No, you do not need to ask to be excused. Try again.”
Your mouth falls open in disbelief. Your eyes scan down his body, starting with his covered face and dropping down to his shirtless chest. You take note of his war torn body carved to perfection with an alluring V-shape plummeting down into his baggy sweatpants currently pitched by his erection.
“Eyes up here, Sweetie.”
You look back up to his uncovered eye suddenly very aware of your nipples stiffening in your bra. You were so mad at yourself. You came to defend Naruto but found yourself pinned to the wall doubting your convictions as Kakashi closed the space between you. He gave you no other option than to feel his entire body against your own, pressing himself into your chest as his free hand roamed up and down your side.
Your breathing becomes shallow. All the free air between you is being used up by him when he reminds you what he’s waiting for.
“What do you have to say to me for coming to my house at night to yell at me?”
“I’m sorry?”
He slides his hand to your sore rear and grips it harshly, pulling your pelvis into his.
“Try that again.”
Brimming with shame you whisper in his ear, “I’m sorry”
“Good, but perhaps I should ensure this lesson really sticks so we don’t have a repeat of tonight, hmm?”
Your eyes grow wide as you search his face for answers but with a stoic expression he begins to unbutton your pants and tug them to the floor.
“Hey! What are you do-”
Your protests are cut off by Kakashi quickly removing his mask to kiss you. He presses his lips into yours, silencing your voice. It was surprisingly welcome. Tender but passionate with the taste of his orange mouthwash freshly on his breath. You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning into it.
Once he had the cooperation of your lips he resumed removing your pants. Stripping you down to your thong. He began to rub over the fabric, circling around your clit making your breath catch in your throat.
“It seems like you’re struggling to stay mad at me. Isn’t that right Sweetie?” He stops rubbing to give your sex some firm pats over the cloth.
“Your underwear is soaked. Is that cause of me?”
Arrogant asshole. You were embarrassed and ashamed. You looked down so as not to acknowledge his statement but he gave a more forceful slap between your legs causing you to sharply inhale. He hums into your ear, enjoying how he is toying with you.
He slips your thong to the side exposing your bare folds and you can’t help but return your eyes to his face. He slips one of his long fingers in causing an involuntary whine to slip past your lips. The corner of his mouth turns up at the sound. He strokes in and out of you a few times before adding in a second finger. “Ah”
The sound was quiet and small but it ignited him in a primal way. He leans his forehead against yours as he continues to taunt.
“Naruto’s mouthy older sister. Always sticking her pretty nose where it doesn’t belong. I was wondering how long before I saw you at my door. Heck, I was practically counting the days.” He gives you a long drawn out kiss as his fingers continue to stroke in and out of you. “Been hoping to get a taste of what Iruka had ever since the kid was assigned to my team.”
You were so mad at him for bringing up your ex, but the way he was working your walls was enough for you to hold your silence. You didn’t want him to stop. You needed him to keep going, even as your trapped arms began to lose circulation and fall asleep above your head.
A third digit slides in leaving you gasping and breathless.
“You like that, don’t you Sweetheart?”
You’re biting your lip and closing your eyes, resisting the urge to scream ‘yes.’
“You don’t need to say anything, just let the cream running down my knuckles do the talking for you.”
You hated giving him the smug satisfaction but you squeeze around his fingers helplessly. Then he finds just the right spot and begins to hook his digits as he drags them outward. A long moan spills from your lips
“Oooh, gods Kakashi, yes!”
He hungrily kisses you, attempting to claim you as his own. The scent of his soap lingering on his freshly washed skin fills your nostrils as you inhale between kisses. His tongue explores the inside of your mouth, the muscle dancing with your own. A need to devour you communicated by his greedy lips.
He withdraws his fingers from your cavern and feeds them to you. You suck on them while making eye contact with him before he takes them out and finishes licking them clean in his own mouth, sucking one digit at a time.
When he was done he released your wrists and brought both of your arms to wrap around his neck, holding your gaze while he did.
The familiar tingle of circulation restoring itself spreads through your limbs as you tighten your grip around him. His hands run the course of your back. Wandering, touching, feeling, groping, before settling with one around the small of your back and the other in your hair. You lunge back into a kiss, nibbling and biting his lips, consumed with want. He pulls back briefly to pant, “bedroom.” You get the message and the two of you kiss sloppily as you stagger over. Once through the door you each shed your remaining layers before you fall to your knees.
Immediately you grasp his length, wrapping your fingers around its base while your other hand reaches up to claw at his back. You stroke him a few times before you point your tongue and drag it all the way from his base to his tip. You feel the rush of his blood pulse through his shaft as your grip tightens before you seal your lips around him. Up and down your hand tugged, keeping the pressure firm while your tongue worked along his slit, siphoning out his oozing pre cum. His hips shifted forward slightly and you knew he was yearning for you to swallow him whole.
You released his head with a wet pop before licking one more stripe up from his base.
You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips, breathing on his tip before opening up and swallowing till he hit the back of your mouth.
“I know you can do better than that” he taunts
You grip his hips, bracing yourself as you reangle and relax your throat, allowing him to sink past your vocal cords. Your nose brushes against his silver body hair as you push forward.
“Mmmm much better.”
He sinks his fingers into your hair, guiding you up and down along his length, the lip of his mushroom tip catching in your throat with each pass.
“Feels so damn good. This is where you belong. On your knees before me. Fuck”
He draws a breath through his teeth feeling a tingle run over his entire body. The lewd sounds coming from your mouth fill the air as he begins to rock his hips into you. He closes his eyes and groans, letting you service him, excited by the powerful feeling of having you choke on his cock.
Saliva dribbles out of the corners of your mouth and down on your barren chest. Your tongue glides along the underside of his length. When he bottoms out in your throat you stick it out further, trying to lick some of the skin below his endowment, making him shudder.
“Grab them.” he whispers.
You reach down and tactfully massage his balls in your hand. One arm still gripping around his hip and your nose flush with his abdominals, Kakashi was twitching harshly in your mouth. He was on the brink of cumming.
“Fuck Y/N! I didn’t wait all this time just for a blow job. Get on the bed.”
Slowly you withdrew your lips from his manhood and crawled up onto the bed. As much as Kakashi wanted to rail into you from behind, he wanted to see your face when he entered you for the first time. Cause it definitely wouldn’t be his last.
“On your back, Sweetheart. I wanna see your face.”
You nod and lay down with your knees propped up and legs spread. He settles between your thighs and slaps you clit with his slobber-soaked dick, allowing you to flinch from the strike. Your eyes are fixated on his thick girth as he lines himself up with your slit. You watch him begin to sink in when he demands, “eyes up here.”
Your gaze snaps up to meet his as your mouth drops into an O shape, brows furrow together and a shameful breathy moan slips from your open mouth. A stifled grunt from Kakashi lingering with it.
Your face was everything he hoped it would be. You paint the picture of pleasure while your pliable silken walls fold around him perfectly. He couldn’t help how his toes curled from the simple act of entering you. A mutual understanding that this would be the first of several rounds was silently communicated by nothing more than your response to his intrusion.
He slides back and forth, lubricating his length as he slowly acquaints himself with every part of your interior. Your core knots up each time he fully sheaths himself in your cavern, arms clutching him, forcing him down to your lips.
“Fuck Kakashi”
“Yes?” He bottoms out again pushing your groan past your tongue. “Did you have something to say?”
“Just fuuuuuckk.”
“Apologize for jumping to conclusions and maybe I can treat you this good everytime we see each other.”
“Are you fuckin serious right now?” You pant, sexual pleasure stealing all bite from your words. You are little more than a pile of flesh at the present moment unable to argue with Kakashi’s ego.
He leans closer to whisper in your ear, “dead serious” before leaning back up and establishing his pace. You know his mind is almost as clouded as yours from the way your bodies mold together. His usual calm and domineering demeanor faltered each time you squeezed around him. The pleasure creasing his features as he pushes into you, maintaining his tempo.
He shifts all his bodyweight over to one arm as he uses the other to grab your face, pulling you into him for another heated kiss. His lips working against yours, sucking off the last remnants of your chapstick. Normally he didn’t kiss his hook ups so much but something about you made him hungry. Maybe it was how mouthy you are. He needed to give your lips something better to do than shout your ignorant opinions. If that’s the case he’d kiss you for hours if he had to. Never able to get enough of the taste.
You thread your fingers through his soft hair. It was nearly dry and smelled heavenly from his conditioner. You push your chest up into his, allowing your tits to rock against his pecs with each thrust into your soaking wet folds. Little sighs and groans filling the space between you. He couldn’t help but think that you were the cutest fuck he’d had in awhile. Maybe he needed to piss you off more often since it got him here, between your legs, panting and moaning for him the way that you are. His eyes roll backwards as your fingers toy with the silver strands.
“Shit Y/N, on your knees.”
You comply with one last hungry pull at his lips, shifting to all fours. Kakashi grabs two fist fulls of your ass as he plunges in, hitting so deep you can’t breathe. The wind has been knocked out of you. It’s all you can do to catch it again. He lets his excitement get the better of him and launches into you with brain rattling speed.
He hit so deep he found a sweet spot that has been long neglected. One you can’t reach on your own. When he felt how you constricted around him he focused on it. Pummeling into that same spot, making you drop your face to the sheets. You cry out from the pressure and he knows you’re on the brink of orgasm from how white your knuckles are as they grip the sheets for support.
He smiled at the bruise he created in the kitchen while watching how your ass rippled violently from his hips colliding into it. His shinobi training allowing him to get carried away. Speed far exceeding any normal man. Your poor little cunt is no match for his unrelenting strength and stamina.
You start to scream from the stimulation. Kakashi fists your hair and yanks it back so he can hear your screams properly. Your cries are by far the sexiest sound he’s ever heard and he needs to make you louder. He needs to hear the power his cock has over you. Your current predicament, boosting his ego far more than it should ever be boosted. One arm tugging back on your hair, the other secure around your waist, he arched your back impossibly far, his tip displacing your cervix, you both speed to the precipice of orgasm. The squelching that omits from where your bodies connect, mingles with your moans and screams. Kakashi doesn’t think he’s ever heard a more beautiful melody.
All of Naruto’s more tedious qualities are completely justified in this moment. They are worth his patience if he can ravage you like this everytime Naruto throws a tantrum.
“That’s it. You can take it Sweetie Just a little more.”
His praise only continues to lead to your undoing. One hand clutching the arm wrapped around your waist while the other grabs around the wrist of the hand in your hair. Words aren’t even an option in this position. All you can do is empty the air in your lungs with whatever noise comes out. You are millimeters away from falling over the edge. Each thrust scooting you there. He’s almost there too. He’s losing his rhythm. His strokes are getting sloppy but it doesn’t do anything to dampen the intensity of the moment.
You cry out as the orgasm finally hits. You start to tremble and quake. Kakashi lifts you all the way back so you are flush against his chest as he empties himself inside of you. Deep groans fill your ears as your walls flutter closed around him, sucking out every last drop. You feel a rush of relief flood your core as his strokes slow to a complete stop.
The two of you kneel on the bed, you weak in his arms, as both of you catch your breath. You feel him grow soft inside your walls while a mix of both your cum slips out of you and slides down your inner thighs. Kakashi holds you tight, not letting go. He begins to kiss the curve of your neck making you close your eyes and moan some more.
“Thank you, Sensei” you breathe
“Mmmmm, you up for another round?”
“Already?”
You feel his length hardening again between your legs. He responds to your question by twitching his cock so that it tapped against your labia.
“Do I seem ready to you?”
You obediently lower back to all fours again, letting him slip past your lips a second time. He strokes in and out of you lazily as he says, “Brace yourself, Sweetie, it looks like we’ll be training all night.”
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#kakashi x reader#kakashi smut#kakashi hatake#kakashi is daddy#kakashi senpai#kakashi fanfiction#kakashi sensei#hatake kakashi#kakashi x you#anon ask#anonymous#detective stucks
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✨Skyyy's First Kinktober 2023!
Just as it says on the tin, this is my very first kinktober event ever! My main priority will be to post my prompts on ao3 at a timely basis but I will try to post those same fics on Tumblr on the same day if I can! Please patient with me 💕
These are the prompts I've made up my mind on so far, but the list will be updated (edit: still making up my mind lmao)
I am not comfortable with taglists at this time so please just check back here for updates/links to prompts ✌
Prompts will be a mix of one shots and drabbles 💕
18+ only
Character x f!reader always
Fandoms included: naruto, bleach, jjk, arcane, csm, aot
October 1st | Hashirama Senju | PEGGING
October 2nd | Jiraiya | TITFUCKING
October 3rd | Aki Hayakawa | HATE SEX
October 4th | Viktor | RIMMING
October 5th | Naoya Zenin | COLLARING
October 6th | Toge Inumaki | DUBCON
October 7th | Yuji Itadori | STUCK IN WALL
October 8th | Suguru Geto | MASTER/SLAVE
October 9th | Akatsuki | GANGBANG
October 10th | Kisuke Urahara | PRAISE KINK
October 11th | Itachi Uchiha | SOMNOPHILIA
October 12th | Utahime Iori | LINGERIE
October 13th | Kento Nanami | ORGASM DENIAL
October 14th | Armin & Eren | THREESOME
October 15th | Silco | SPANKING
October 16th | Kisame Hoshigaki | SIZE KINK
October 17th | Yuuta & Toge | DOUBLE PENETRATION/ONE HOLE
October 18th | Kisuke Urahara | SENSORY DEPRIVATION
October 19th | Mitsuri Kanroji | BODY WORSHIP
October 20th | Yuuta Okkotsu | VOYEURISM
October 23rd | Mitsuri Kanroji | SEX TOYS
October 24th | Gaara | MASTURBATION
October 25th | Itachi & Shisui | DOUBLE PENETRATION/TWO HOLES
October 26th | Mikasa Ackerman | FACESITTING
October 27th | Kakashi Hatake | ROLEPLAY
October 28th | Toji Fushiguro | PUBLIC SEX
October 29th | Suguru Geto | DADDY KINK
October 30th | Itachi & Sasuke | INCEST
October 31st | Kishibe | STRIPPING
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Beastly (Hatake Kakashi)
TAGS: Kakashi/F!Reader, fatherhood, smut, breeding, pregnancy
Iɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ɪʀʀᴇsɪsᴛɪʙʟᴇ.
If someone told Kakashi 20 years ago that he’d end up happily married with a child on the way, he’d have called them completely delusional.
It’s not that he didn’t want such a thing, but he, of all people, didn’t deserve something so precious in his life. People like Obito, Rin, and Minato-sensei certainly deserved to live long lives with their spouses and children running amok in their homes.
But him?
Kakashi was far too jaded, far too broken already.
He’s the last person who deserves to grow old and have a family of his own.
And yet here he is, draped over his much younger and very pregnant wife (who didn’t give a damn about the age gap), left hand carefully clutching your baby bump, while its twin covered your right hand, fingers intertwined as he rutted into you.
As a scion of the Hatake clan, which had close ties with canines, much like the Inuzuka clan, Kakashi had adopted certain…animalistic behaviors from his canine companions.
One of which was the urge to mate with his sweet little wife, who unknowingly gave off so many pheromones that you were ripe with child.
HIS child.
“If only you knew just how appetizing you smell. It’s like your body itself is calling out to me to keep filling you up, even if it already knows I’ve already bred you so well…” Kakashi inhaled deeply, letting the scent of your slick and pheromones fuel his beastly urges.
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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐒𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐃~! ❞ ──── 𝐟𝐭. 𝐤. 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…”
𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: naruto | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kakashi hatake/reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 3.06k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age gap, jonin reader, spoilers for season 2 of naruto, teen death mentions, kakashi & reader are friends, exhibitionism, public sex, bath sex, spit swallowing, biting, creampies, minor cockwarming ( briefly ), y’all nasty af idk what else to tell u homie, previously established relationship.
𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐚𝐬: the fifth and final day of kinktober <3 enjoy u weirdos
— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!
Sitting back, eyes closed, you soak in the heat of the water of the natural hot spring, relishing the way it soothed the ache in your sore muscles. Your last mission, one of utmost secrecy at the bidding of a the now deceased Lord Third Hokage ( and wasn’t that a startling fucking thought, knowing the old man was good and dead when he’d been around to see three hokages including himself come and go and then even came out of retirement in Minato’s place ), had run long and difficult; only two of the six that had set out had come back, with one of the pair being yourself.
Two of those who would never return had been your own students, still so green at the gills and small in stature in your eyes that wearing their blood home still made you ache all over in ways unrelated to your strained body.
Water suddenly sloshes up over the sides of the public baths you recline in, but you don’t react. You recognize those footsteps, recognize the breathing patterns behind you to your right and recognize the familiar aura of that intense chakra that you used to be so jealous of — but that was a long time ago, and you no longer had any care or need to be jealous of a superior turned equal.
“What ways have you rid yourself of your students now, Kakashi?” you ask lazily, not bothering to open your eyes. “I hope they aren’t trailing behind you like a litter of lost kittens.” No matter how fond you were of Kakashi, his children were no obligation of yours, and despite how good it felt to bask in the relentless warmth of the public bath, you would abandon it in favor of peace and quiet. You were in no mood for children — not now. Not after what had happened on this last mission. A silence follows, though comfortable, before the unseen man replies.
“I told them to take the day off,” he admits quietly, settling down nearby. “After what happened, it’s the least they deserved.”
You hum thoughtfully to yourself. “Mmm, I agree,” you murmur, then sigh and cross your arms over your bare breasts, eyes still closed. “They’re too young for this. I still think we should bump up the genin applicant age requirements to sixteen.”
You can practically sense the man nearby nod. “Yes. All the trauma… It isn’t healthy. Not for children — it’s why I never take students.” His voice is soft and conflicted; he loves this trio, you already can tell. Nothing wrong with it, of course, those sorts of feelings from teacher and student just typically backfire eventually — your own set being the perfect worst-case example.
“And yet now you lead three,” you muse wryly, a half-amused smirk on your lips. A scoffed sigh at your right shows his own ill-concealed amusement, and the two of you fall back into silence, wordlessly enjoying the heat of the water as well as one another’s company.
After a moment, a soft utterance of your name — hesitant and cautious — has your ears metaphorically pricking up. “Where…” Kakashi pauses, thinking the question over; ultimately he decides to pursue its answer. “Where are yours? Your students.”
Your kids.
A stiff, cold silence settles over you both, the frigid sensation cruelly eating into Kakashi’s bones despite the heat of the baths, and you say nothing — but he can see the way your muscles have tensed in a way that looks painful, and he’d seen the way only you and a single lost-looking chunin had returned bloodied and bruised from a mission that had started out with six in number, and he knows. Kakashi knows what happened, he just doesn’t want to believe it. You’d had this pair of students at your back for years now, they were about to graduate entirely and leave your tutelage. Kakashi himself knew them both by name, had greeted them whenever he visited you for whatever reason; they’d both made homes for themselves in you and your house, and for you to be without them after striking out on a job with them was the only real evidence he needed of the truth.
But again, he didn’t want to believe it.
“Gone,” you finally mutter, voice cold and empty of emotion. “Information was bad. One of ours sold us out on top of it. We couldn’t catch a break.” Another long silence separates the two of you, and the small area of water between you both feels like an endless ocean. Kakashi silently mourns with you, knowing nothing could soothe the hurt of what’s already happened; you’d lost students before, twice before actually, but these had been the first you’d taken on in so long, and they’d been with you for years at this point. Adding onto the agony, you’d only ever lost one at a time in those two instances before — and never your entire set.
Kakashi wonders when and what he’ll have to tell his own students; they’d joined you and yours for exercises and more than a handful of missions in the past, and Kakashi knew how fond Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura were of the pair of seventeen year olds that followed your lead — but later. They’d hurt enough this week. “I — ” he starts to apologize, wanting you to know he understands, but you don’t let him.
“It is what it is,” you almost growl, and Kakashi knows that you don’t want to speak about this anymore. He won’t make you. You never forced him to discuss his own losses, so what kind of person would he be to press yours?
The two of you sit in silence again, the tension slowly easing into a more comfortable aura, and you both finally relax, basking for an hour in the simple, easy quiet that had fallen between the two of you. You can hear each other’s breathing, can sense the soothing pulse of one another’s chakra, and it’s an easy existence. The two of you had always managed to rest together once your burning jealousy faded and Kakashi’s self-deprecation eased enough for him to accept the hesitant companionship you offered — not friends right away, but you’d started off by sharing a few drinks every now and then, and then meetings every other fortnight or so became weekly, then biweekly, and they finally evolved into happening whenever one of you felt the need to see the other.
Like now.
“God, my calves ache,” you grumble, finally breaking the silence again, and he doesn’t bother fighting off the fond smile that creeps up at the sound of your grumpy voice. He’d been nervous that the most recent mission would change everything, but that was foolish; neither of you were strangers to loss. You’d manage, as always.
“If it makes you feel better, my shoulders feel like shit,” he offers, his soft smile widening upon hearing you snort.
“You trying to one-up me, Hatake?” you ask lazily, sitting up and stretching. He turns to answer, and after seeing them so often it’s easy to practically ignore the way your breasts lift above the water and reveal half-hard nipples as you raise your arms.
“I could make this a competition if you really wanted one,” he retorts easily, and your amused huff turns his smile to a slight grin.
“Fuck you,” you reply. A warm, excited buzz starts to fill him, a feeling he frequently had when in your presence; god, he loved spending time with you, however it may be.
“Right now? Normally we drink first,” he teases, and another silence falls between the two of you. Kakashi squeezes his eyes shut and kicks himself a little, wondering where the urge to say something that hinted at being vulgar to you had come from; this wasn’t one of his dirty romance novels, this was you, and Kakashi liked you. He didn’t want to fuck this up.
He jumps a little at the feeling of someone straddling his lap, and when his eyes instinctively flick open they widen at the sight of you gazing down at him with a dirty grin twisting your lips.
“Don’t tell me the old man can’t get it up after making the joke,” you tease in turn, and he starts grinning again. Why was he worried, again? This was you he was speaking to. You’d said much filthier things, things that would get you kicked out of most public places should you be overheard.
“Big talk for someone with such a small dick,” he replies, tilting his head to the side while looking up at you, and you scoff.
“I think my cock’s plenty large, Hatake,” you rumble, reaching between your bodies and taking his cock in one hand. A soft gasp leaps from his lips unintentionally, and you laugh breathily. “See? Large and still growing,” you murmur playfully through your messy grin, and Kakashi laughs in a way that devolves into a shaky whimper when you run your thumb across the sensitive underside of the tip of his cock.
“I’m n-not sure that belongs to you,” he manages to choke out as you start pumping his shaft one-handed beneath the water, and you hum slightly.
“Isn’t it?” you ask slyly, leaning down and beginning to lave hot, open-mouthed kisses along his neck. You stop for a moment with your tongue pressed flat against his racing pulsepoint before biting slightly at it and sucking at the hot flesh before moving up to his jawline. Soft pleased noises are your reward from the man you’re straddling, and you smile softly against his heated skin in between kisses and bites before continuing.
Your free hand begins to wander, gently beginning to massage the shoulders he’d complained of aching, all while covering him in love bites and kisses. “God, I’m so glad you’re home,” Kakashi whispers, his big hands coming to rest on your hips as you caress him with both your hands and your mouth. “Y’were gone so long-“ he’s interrupted when your mouth covers his so your tongues can lave over each other before you move on, and he keeps speaking. “-I kept getting so fucking hard and couldn’t do a damn thing about it without you, and I… Fuck, I missed you, I wanted you home, wanted you home so bad!” His deep voice comes out in a slight whine as his hips buck up into your loosely fisted hand, but you don’t fault him for it. Kakashi had always been especially sensitive to your touch, and this time was no different.
He continues to nonsensically ramble as you play with his cock and drown him with your lips, your hips slowly starting a smooth rhythm of grinding against him to soothe the taut heat in your belly.
“You talk too much,” you growl into his mouth, nipping at his lips in between kisses all while getting rougher and rougher with each roll of your hips and jerk of your hand. “Shut up and fuck me until you have to carry me out of the fucking hot springs.” It all comes out louder than you’d intended, something that makes Kakashi a little nervous; this wasn’t a private bathing area, anyone could come in at any time, and if you got caught the two of you would be blacklisted by the staff. You had to be careful.
“Y’gotta shut that pretty mouth before you get us caught,” Kakashi moans, his callused hands grasping at your hips as the water sloshes around you. “F-Fuck, that feels good…!”
“I gotta shut my mouth?” you reply, voice filled with exasperated sarcasm. “Hatake, you’re whining like a virgin touching his first pair of tits, don’t even try me.”
“God, you’re such a fucking brat,” Kakashi groans, and you chuckle right before he captures his mouth with your own at the same time as you lift your hips. He does the same, freeing his cock from beneath the water, and you sink down on it before it really has a chance to start getting cold. The two of you moan into the other’s mouth at the simultaneous feeling of being filled and filling someone.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Hatake,” you whine breathily into him, and he moans deeply and rolls his hips up into yours in response. The only noises falling from those sinful lips of his are stuttered whines and groans, noises you mirror and respond to in kind as he fucks up into you at the same time you thrust down, the head of his cock slamming against your sensitive cervix as the cock your insides are practically moulded to carved out it’s usual place inside you.
“F-Fuck yes — please, more!” Kakashi whimpers, and you let your head fall back at the tone of his words, slamming down just a little bit harder. Water sloshes violently around the two of you, splashing up over the lip of the bath as the two of you roll your bodies together in that perfect way that the two of you were well practiced in.
Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you hold on tight and he brutally fucks his hips up into yours, water splashing and his heavy balls slapping audibly against you as he fills you to the brim with his cock. “O-Oooh-!” you moan suddenly, the noise swift and punched out of you. At the sound of it, Kakashi’s voice cracks.
“Oh, God yes — harder, ride me fucking hard, just like that-!”
His eyes are rolling up now, and the grip he has on your hips is bruisingly tight. One of his big hands runs up the length of your spine, his forearm crossing your shoulder blades while his hand grips desperately at your shoulder, tugging you closer to him and mashing your chests together. One of your own hands moves to cup the back of his head, your fingers disappearing into his white hair, and your own head lolls forward so your forehead rests against one of your arms around his shoulders.
“Fuck, Kakashi,” you whisper out in a whine, moaning softly as he cants his hips up in the way he knows you like without even thinking. “A-aah-! Mmmhh… Oh, fuck…”
“S-So good,” he grunts, “Fuckfuckfuck — Y-Yes, c’mon, s’close-!” His rhythm is getting lost in the pleasured haze you’re both collapsing into. You can feel yourself on the brink, and you relinquish your grip around his shoulders with one hand to push the other between your grinding bodies to rub furious circles around your clit, your hips stuttering messily up into your own touch.
“Y’gonna cum for me, Kakashi?” You ask breathlessly through a moan. “Gonna cum in me, gonn fill me up? Gonna breed my whore fuckin’ cunt?”
“Only a whore for me,” Kakashi growls plaintively against you, and you whine.
“Y-Yeah, baby, only for you. ‘M all yours…” The promise has him moaning again, your own voice joining him as the two of you both ease closer and closer to the edge, a long drawn out series of filthy noises and sounds falling from both of your lips at the same time.
The stone at least two feet outside of the baths is darkened by water that’s splashed over from the violent movements going on in the heated pools, and both you and Kakashi are sopping wet and soaked; anyone with a brain in their head would know what’s happened, people who frequent the public baths here aren’t typically idiots — but you don’t care. You’re too fucking close to cumming to give a fuck about the disgust, about the reports that would be made, about the notice that would be put up warning patrons of the consequences of being caught fucking on the property.
“M’gonna cum,”Kakashi whimpers breathily, “God, I’m gonna cum, gonna cum so hard!”
“Yeah?” you ask weakly, letting out a gasped cry when he hits inside perfectly. “A-Aah! Y-Yes, yes — cum for me, Kakashi, fill me up!” You watch through a haze as his eyes roll back and his jaw drops, his mouth open and ready for the moment you spit in his mouth. A garbled cry echoes in his throat moments before he swallows what you’d given him, and two quick ruts up into you end with him keeping his hips up and grinding his cock inside as a familiar warmth spreads inside your cunt. You circle your clit faster and faster until your own orgasm washes over you, your own eyes rolling back and one twitching slightly as you clamp down on and begin milking his cock of all the cum it has to offer, pressing down into where he’s pushing up into you.
Your grip on him tightens as you cling to him like some love-stricken beast, and he reacts in kind, squeezing you back and clutching your naked body close as his cock twitches inside of you with each new spurt of cum he releases inside.
“Fuckin’ — F-Fuckin’ love you,” he mumbles into your skin as his heart races against yours, and you hold him close while he does the same with you.
You press a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “Love you too,” you whisper, allowing yourself the simple pleasure. ‘I love you’s were only said in moments like this, with him balls deep inside where he belonged and filling you up like you deserved.
The two of you rest with his cock still in you, basking in the afterglow before Kakashi finally breaks it.
“Come home with me,” he says quietly. “Sleep in my bed with me tonight, wanna hold you to sleep.” You’re quiet for a moment, unsure, but eventually nod.
“Okay,” you whisper. You’ll allow yourself the luxury of comfort, even if just for tonight. If anyone but Kakashi had offered it, though, you know you would have denied them. Kakashi just had a way about him that you couldn’t deny. “Let’s get out of this water and — and go home.” You hear his breath hitch when you refer to his home as your own, but don’t comment on it. Why would you, when not a word you’d uttered was a lie?
And hell, if the two of you fucked a handful more times around his house before falling asleep for over eleven hours, no one had to know but the two of you.
𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.
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Maybe I Don't Have to Choose
Relationship: Hatake Kakashi x fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI
Warnings: smut, threesome (M/F/M), use of shadow clones, oral sex, blow jobs, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, spitroasting, cum swallowing, praise kink, masturbation, POV reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: It isn't often that Kakashi is indecisive. But when he is, he usually finds a way to get everything he wants.
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One thing that surprised you about being in a relationship with Kakashi Hatake was how physically open he became, and how quickly it happened. It was barely two weeks into your relationship before he lowered his mask to show you his face, then kissed you directly on the mouth. He had been closed off for so long, only letting people get so close, and that first kiss had shattered his barriers.
And after that, all bets were off.
The affection-starved man sprinted to deeper physical intimacy faster than you ever expected. Not that you were complaining; your hands and lips were just as eager to explore his body as his were with yours. Kisses turned to touches: bolder and bolder until you were happily tangled together in his sheets, trying things he’d only seen before in his preferred literature.
Today, he had you on your knees in front of where he was seated on the edge of the mattress. His legs were spread to allow you to bob your lips up and down along his cock while he looked down at you like some power-drunk king, one hand cupping your face while the other propped up his chin.
“That’s right, gorgeous. Just like that.” He smirked down at you with that lazy stare. “Mmmm I can smell how wet you’re getting.”
Heat flared in your face. To be honest, you hadn’t really noticed how wet you were until he mentioned it. You’d been down there long enough for your brain to be completely empty. But once he said it, you realized just how much arousal was pooled between your legs.
“Mmmm fuck, I can’t decide if I want to cum in your perfect mouth or fuck that pretty pussy. It would be a shame not to fuck your tight cunt when you got it so wet for me.”
You whined around his cock, overly enthusiastic at even the thought of him sliding his rigid, thick cock from your mouth and instead filling your needy hole.
“Hmmm.” Kakashi spoke again, this time more to himself than you. “Maybe I don’t have to choose.”
Something in his tone made you look up at him. The look on his face belonged to the side of him lauded as a genius tactician—Kakashi the ANBU Captain. It slowed you in your tracks, distracting you from the pulse of his hips that bumped the head of his cock into the back of your throat. You mostly suppressed the gag, and he let go of your head as you did your best to recover with a bit of dignity.
You looked back at him to see the tail end of a series of hand-signs. But you didn’t think anything of it, still so horny you were pliable and nearly braindead as he gently guided you off of his cock. He eased you up onto your feet, rotating your hips a little to sit you on his right thigh and hold eye contact.
When you first registered it in your peripheral vision, you didn’t react, or even really process that you’d seen anything. But then your brain caught up with the image your eyes fed to it, and you quickly focused on the second Kakashi standing a few feet away. He was just as naked as the one whose arms were wrapped around you, and equally as aroused.
“Wait what…” you gaped, looking back and forth between Kakashi and his clone.
Kakashi chuckled and hugged you closer, turning you a little so your back was flat against his chest. He kissed your jaw and whispered in your ear, “It’s just me, sweetheart.”
“What…” you repeated. “Why?”
He laughed, the deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Well, you cute little thing…this way, I don’t have to choose which of your pretty holes to fuck.”
You squeaked, watching as the clone’s eyes roamed your body. His hand wrapped around his cock, starting to stoke himself as he drank you in.
Kakashi softly kissed the skin below your ear. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Just say the word.”
You hardly heard him. You were mesmerized by the way you could see Kakashi in front of you, but feel him behind you. The real one slid a finger between your folds, gathering your wetness before rubbing circles on your clit. He tenderly kissed your jaw and neck, effortlessly fogging your brain with pleasure.
The clone smirked, taking a step forward. “You look so gorgeous like this.”
It took you a second to realize it was the clone who’d spoken, but after all, he was the one with the better view. You were dizzy from the way Kakashi was so imposing and commanding from two places at once. There was absolutely nothing about the clone to give him away; his presence and demeanor familiar enough that you wanted to reach out for him. But then, the real Kakashi was right behind you; pressed against your back and pampering you with touches and kisses. You tried to think…about anything. You didn’t need it to be about the way there were suddenly two of the man you loved—you’d be happy to focus hard enough to even count to twenty—but you couldn’t manage a single coherent thought. Especially as the clone stepped close enough to touch.
The real Kakashi nipped at your earlobe. “What do you think?” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. “You think you can handle two of me at once?”
Just the idea had shivers racing all over your body.
You were about to attempt an answer when you felt his finger dip down from your clit to slide into your aching cunt. At the same time, his clone pressed the same long index finger into your mouth. You automatically hollowed your cheeks to suck on his finger, attention ping-ponging between the two intrusions.
“Mmmm I bet you could,” his clone continued.
“I bet you could take me in both of your pretty holes at once,” Kakashi smirked against your ear. “Just like this.”
You whimpered as you tried to split your focus, rolling your hips and swirling your tongue. You felt the arousal coating the finger between your legs.
The clone grinned wolfishly at you. “Hmmm just like that, Y/N.”
“Do you like that?” Kakashi groaned into your ear. “Do you want to give it a try, pretty girl?”
“Mhmm,” you moaned around his finger, nodding as best you could.
“Good girl,” his clone smirked.
“Such a good girl for me,” the real one agreed, his tongue flicking over the sensitive skin below your ear.
The clone took his finger from your mouth. You chuckled, warmth pricking your cheeks. You saw the clone tilt his head to the side.
“What’s so funny?” Kakashi murmured.
“I’m…just a little nervous,” you admitted, turning to look at the original behind you. “But I think this is going to be fun.”
Kakashi smiled as he closed the distance between his mouth and yours, holding you in a kiss that seemed far too sweet and loving for what was about to happen between the two—three?—of you. But that was just it. This was as much an act of love as anything else you and Kakashi shared. All the ways he opened himself up to you, revealing a little more, maybe sometimes even surprising himself; you couldn’t even describe how it made you feel, to know that he was so comfortable and genuine with you.
You gasped a little as you felt Kakashi’s hands on your waist. He gently shifted you forward off his lap as he pulled away, and you watched as he scooted back on the bed, resting against the pillows at the headboard.
A finger caressed your cheek. You turned forward, following its instruction, and saw Kakashi’s clone right in front of you. He had knelt down to bring his face level with yours. The other fingers of his hand joined the first, touching your cheek and holding your gaze.
“So beautiful,” he complimented you before leaning closer to kiss you. You couldn’t help but hold your eyes open for a few extra seconds, disoriented by the way the clone was a perfect recreation of all of Kakashi’s little quirks. He held the kiss just as long as the original would before he swiped his tongue over your lower lip. He tasted exactly the same, felt exactly the same, and worked you into a kiss-drunk mess exactly the way Kakashi always did.
So perfectly, in fact, that you were reaching out and wrapping your arms around his neck without even thinking. Your fingers threaded through that familiar tangle of silver hair, pulling the clone closer. His hands traced your outline before settling on your breasts, covering them with his palms and letting the warmth of your body soak into his skin. He groped at you, kneading those scratchy, rough fingers over your sensitive nipples with the precision and care his original had learned over the cumulative hours he’d tested and teased you.
Your response was immediate, arching into his touch and tugging his hair. The clone wrapped his arms around you and pulled you from the bed, standing you up without his lips ever leaving yours. His hands pressed you closer, one on the small of your back and one higher on your spine. You squeaked into his mouth, feeling his erection twitch against your thigh.
He pulled away with a playful chuckle, stealing one more kiss before looking down to admire the way your body was pressed against his. Then his big hands were suddenly on your hips, spinning you to face the bed. What you saw there was enough to make your knees buckle. Kakashi was sprawled out on the mattress, his eyes searing into you as he worked his hand up and down his stiff cock, still shiny and red from the treatment of your mouth.
“I know you like watching me touch myself,” his clone whispered in your ear. He ran his right hand down your stomach, teasing your entrance with two fingertips. “Turns out, I really like watching myself touch you.”
“Kakashi…” you moaned, not sure which one you were even addressing. You were torn between tossing your head back on the clone’s shoulder, and keeping the gorgeous sight of Kakashi pleasuring himself in your direct line of sight.
The clone slipped his two fingers into your soaked core, and you gasped. Your hips bucked instinctively, chasing his familiar touch. “That’s right, sweetheart,” the clone muttered. “Does that feel good?”
Of course it did, and the bastard knew it. He had all the knowledge Kakashi had collected and wasted no time in using it against you. You cried out as his rough fingertips directly abused your g-spot. His free hand traveled up the very center of your torso, holding you upright against him with his palm spread just below your breasts. Your cheeks flamed as you felt your arousal dripping down your thigh, a product of the physical stimulation of the clone’s fingers, compounded by the visual stimulation of Kakashi’s rhythmic self-pleasure.
“Mmmm, so fucking wet for me.” He pressed his thumb to your clit, assaulting you into a drooling mess.
“K-Kashi…fuck!” you gripped his bicep as you ground your hips against his touch.
“Cum on my fingers, sweetheart. Cum all over my hand while I watch.”
Pleasure was burning all throughout your body, faster than you even thought possible. You couldn’t have fought against the building orgasm even if you wanted to. “AH! Gods!” You felt that euphoric tug and snap as you trembled against him, nails digging into his arm and cunt clenching around his fingers. It was so sudden and intense that your eyes squeezed shut. You threw your head back on his shoulder, turning your neck to hide your face against his jaw.
You rode out the last of the aftershocks with a whimper, finally lifting your head and opening your eyes. Instinctively, you looked right at Kakashi, still spread out on the mattress. The tendons in his neck were pulled taut as he bit his lower lip, and his eyes were so darkened by lust that you could hardly even see any red remaining in his left eye. He’d been focused between your legs, watching as the perfect replications of his fingers brought you to orgasm. But when he looked up and made eye contact, his jaw dropped in awe. He looked so good—so fucking sexy laying there, fucking his hand and devouring you with his eyes.
The clone nuzzled his mouth behind your ear. “Very good, Y/N.” He slowly slid his right hand out of you, the left still supporting you to combat the weakness in your legs. A thick post-orgasm fog clouded your brain. You were panting, and you could barely keep your eyes open as you watched Kakashi slow the pumping of his hand. Suddenly, the clone’s slick-covered hand obstructed your view. “Lick my fingers clean, pretty girl.”
You eagerly followed his instruction, holding eye contact with Kakashi while your tongue ran all over the clone’s soaked fingers. When they were nearly clean, you sucked the two digits into your mouth, making sure to leave him spotless.
He hummed gratefully and pulled his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop. “So good for me.” He held you a little closer and kissed your neck. He sucked a light bruise into your skin before licking his way back to your ear. “Now, climb on the bed so I can fuck this perfect pussy.”
You practically vibrated with excitement as he leaned you forward, testing the strength you’d built since coming down from your climax. You braced yourself on your forearms as you brought each knee up to the bed. Saliva pooled in your mouth as you raised yourself up on your palms and inched closer to Kakashi’s swollen dick, crawling forward until your feet were on the edge of the mattress.
Kakashi was barely touching himself now, just pinching the base between his thumb and index finger, gently pulsing to prolong his excitement. He still looked absolutely beautiful, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from pouncing into his lap and taking that entire gorgeous cock inside you. In fact, it took more than your own willpower; a pair of rough hands keeping your hips in place.
You hardly had time to whine in protest before Kakashi abruptly sat forward, cupping your jaw with both hands and pulling your mouth to his. He crashed his lips against yours, immediately licking his way into your mouth and groaning a deep sound as his tongue dominated yours.
Just when you thought he might suffocate you, he pulled away. “Fuck, you taste so good Y/N.”
You couldn’t formulate a response before his mouth was on yours again, savoring the flavor of your orgasm. It was complete bliss, interrupted only by a wet intrusion snaking between your folds. You squeaked and pulled your mouth from Kakashi’s to turn around. His clone was on his knees on the floor, making him the perfect height to taste the mess between your legs.
“Mmm so fucking good.”
He dove back in, holding you steady as he licked and lapped at your cunt. Your back instinctively arched into him, giving him even easier access as your jaw went slack. “Nnnggh Kashi,” you whined, feeling his tongue start to fuck you and making you squirm. Your eyes closed as you focused on the sinful things he was doing to you. But your Kakashi wouldn’t be denied, tugging your jaw to face you forward as his mouth claimed dominance over yours again.
Your fingers twitched against the sheets. The nerve-endings in your body had no idea how to react. Kakashi’s tongue was everywhere. If you tried to focus on one, the other would demand your attention. You were absolute putty in their capable hands, and you just loved and trusted him so much. All you could do was whimper against him. Your back arched as the clone inched closer and closer to your clit. Kakashi’s lips smirked against yours as you reached out for him and grabbed his thigh. Then the clone’s tongue swiped over your clit and you broke away from Kakashi’s mouth with a gasp. “Ahh! OH!”
Kakashi leaned back a little and watched your face as you whimpered and shuddered, his clone’s tongue working you over along every inch of your tender sex. “Yeah?” he chuckled. “How does that feel, baby?”
“Fuck…ohh…” you panted, your eyes pleading desperately as they locked to his. That look whipped him into a frenzy.
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you? You like feeling my tongue in your tight c—”
You cut him off, quickly bringing your hand from his thigh to the back of his head and pulling his mouth back to yours. It felt so good, and you loved him so much, you just needed to feel his mouth on yours. He returned your kiss, making out with you just the same way his clone was treating your pussy.
They pulled away at the same time, the loss of stimulation nearly knocking you flat.
“Are you ready?” The voice came from in front of you. The true Kakashi, beckoning you forward with his free hand. “Scoot a little closer, baby.”
You did as he instructed, straightening the feline curve of your back before slowly making your way toward the head of the bed. But again, the clone’s hands stopped you with a firm grip on your hips before you were able to reach the original. The weight of the shadow clone kneeling behind you on the bed caused the mattress to dip. He let go of one of your thighs, and not a second later, you could feel his hot dick pressing against your entrance.
The clone let out a pleased sigh as he rubbed himself along your folds, slicking his cock with the unrelenting wetness your body had prepared. He pulled your shoulder to lean you back into him, forcing you up onto your knees. Kakashi’s eyes were focused directly between your legs, where you could see the head of the clone’s dick poke through every time he was pressed as close to you as possible.
Your eyes fluttered at the way you could feel every ridge and vein rub along you. Kakashi sat back on his butt, his legs folded on either side of him as his hand wrapped around his dick again. He was practically drooling at the sight of you, about to be impaled on his cock. You whimpered and tried to reach behind you, splaying your palm on the clone’s thigh.
“You’ve been so good,” the clone praised from behind you. “Does my good girl want my cock inside her?”
“Yes!” you begged. “Fuck, Kakashi please!”
“Well why didn’t you say so?” he teased, gripping your hips a little tighter before pushing his entire length into you.
“AH!” you shouted, clutching blindly behind you as the clone sighed out a gorgeous moan. He held you there for a minute, your ass forced into his hips as he lifted you up a bit. His left arm wrapped around your shoulders, and his right held the front of your right hip. You knew you were secure in his hold, but you clutched to him all the same.
“Is that what you wanted, Y/N?” He pulsed his hips forward to bounce you once on his cock. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
You reached back to grab his hair, your legs trembling. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, your body begging for more stimulation. If he would just reach a little lower and touch your chest, or adjust the hold of his right hand so he could touch your clit, or just…move.
“You want more, sweetheart?”
“Kashi,” you whined. “Please…”
“How can I ever say no when you ask so nicely?” He hummed as he kissed your temple. “I’m going to put you back down on the mattress, okay?”
You nodded, so eager for him, it was almost pathetic. He brought you back down to your hands and knees, his cock still buried deep. The clone growled as he pulled out slowly, just to thrust back in deep enough to kiss your cervix. You yelped and tugged at the sheets. He repeated the action, fucking you slow and deep, dragging moans from your throat as his thick cock stretched you out.
When he picked up speed, your eyes rolled back in your head at the delicious feeling of him ramming into you from behind. Broken cries fell from your mouth. His hips collided with your round ass over and over, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Gods, you look so fucking good right now.”
You forced your eyes open to see Kakashi abusing himself, his eyes all over you, memorizing the way you looked as he fucked you from behind. You bit your lip, embarrassed at the sounds you were making.
“Yes, you do,” the clone agreed, sliding his hands from your hips to squeeze your waist. You squealed, the possessive touch tickling your sides.
“Ka-kashi—” you moaned, still trying to rein yourself in.
Suddenly, Kakashi sat up on his knees, stroking himself barely two inches from your mouth. His hand fell from his dick, the swollen organ pointed directly at you. “Open up, baby.”
It was the invitation you’d been waiting an eternity for. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, ready to slide your mouth down his irresistible dick, when the clone absolutely railed you. The force of it pushed you forward and made you open your mouth wider in a yelp of ecstasy. You swallowed Kakashi’s cock whole, closing your lips around him and trembling to regain balance.
Kakashi groaned at the feeling of your warm mouth back on his cock. His right hand tangled into your hair as he let his head fall back. “Ohhhh that’s my good girl.”
Having Kakashi’s thick cock filling both your mouth and your pussy was completely different from their little show with one index finger in each hole. Your heart panicked for a second as your brain was forced to decide whether to send a signal to your throat or your pelvis. You clumsily tried to meet the clone’s thrusts, bending your back in effort to take him a little easier, but that made Kakashi bump awkwardly into the roof of your mouth. You shifted your positioning on the mattress, slowly moving one hand or knee barely an inch at a time. But once you allowed yourself to stop trying so hard and just let your body respond to them, you found a rhythm.
“That’s it Y/N, just like that,” Kakashi moaned.
“You’re doing so well,” his clone praised you, running one hand all over your back and side as the other held tight to your hip. “Do you like being twice as full, sweetheart?”
With the two of them more or less in control of where your body was, you were free to try and add in whatever you could. You swirled your tongue around Kakashi’s dick, moaning and trying to squeeze the clone just a little tighter. One of them growled a deep sound, but you were too focused on keeping upright to know which it was. It hardly mattered though, since they each started making so much noise, it was like Kakashi was competing with himself.
“Mmm suck my cock, Y/N.”
“Fuck, your tight little pussy looks so good stretched around my fat cock.”
“I love watching you swallow my dick.”
“Arch your back a little more for me.”
“Your tongue feels so good, baby.”
The filthy things they were saying had the intended effect; enthusiasm flooded through you and you just wanted to make them feel better and better. You whined and whimpered, looking up at Kakashi. His eyes were on you, full of absolute love and lust. Heat rushed to your cheeks at how much Kakashi was enjoying himself. He and his clone worked in perfect tandem. One would yank you closer while the other one slid you to the tip of his cock, and both directions seemed to bring him pure bliss.
“Mmmm you treat my cock so well, baby,” Kakashi purred, watching your lips slide back and forth over him. “You’re so, fucking, good to me.”
Even when filling you from both directions, he still made you feel deeply adored. You were sensitive from the orgasm he’d already given you, and suddenly, you felt the clone reach one hand around to toy with your clit. He barely even had to brush his fingers over you for two seconds—Kakashi's look of adoration was already the last straw.
“Mmmmnnff!” you felt your muscles contract around the clone’s penis, the vibrations of your throat sending shocks of pleasure up through Kakashi’s body. You angled your hips to take his clone as deep as possible inside you as came, drooling around Kakashi’s dick and letting him grab you and guide you while your brain caught up.
“Shit—” the clone gasped, fingers bruising your hips as he held you close and slammed into you with indulgent vigor. “So tight—” His speed and force made you whine even more, until he suddenly pulled out and you felt his cum coat your ass and your lower back. It made you squirm, and when you looked back up at Kakashi, you saw that his gaze had finally been torn away from your mouth. The only thing he was focused on now was the way his sticky white cum was all over you. And, he got to do it again.
“Fuck, Y/N!” he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into his pelvis, burying his cock as deep in your throat as he could reach. You hadn’t quite recovered from your own orgasm or the feeling of his clone painting your ass, but when you felt him tug you forward, you recognized that pulse at the base of his cock, and you relaxed your throat to let him finish as spit dribbled from your lip. The warm, sticky fluid dripped down your throat, and your instincts took over from there. You licked at him to make sure he gave you every drop, not stopping until he finally yanked his hips away.
The first thing you did was gasp, greedily taking air into your lungs. Then a tremor ran through your arms, your sharp inhale unnecessary as four strong arms wrapped around you and skillfully eased you into Kakashi’s chest. You chuckled as you caught your breath, hugging your gorgeous silver-haired boyfriend and nuzzling your cheek into his skin.
“Are you okay?” he panted.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, taking a few more breaths before looking up at him. “Y-you?”
He hummed and kissed the top of your head, holding you securely to his chest. “I love you. You did so well.”
“So, you liked it?” you smiled.
“I…I really liked it,” he admitted, blushing and looking at your feet.
You hadn’t even realized the clone was missing until he returned to the room with a glass of water and a damp towel. He handed you the water and you gratefully drained the glass as he worked to clean off your back. When you were done, Kakashi gently took you by your chin and tilted your head up to plant a sweet kiss on your lips. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too. So much.”
Kakashi brought you with him as he laid down on his side, continuing to kiss you while his clone spooned in against your back. That flawless copy of his mouth pressed gentle kisses to your spine and shoulder blades, making you sigh a blissed-out sound. You enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by him; sandwiched between two copies of the man you loved more than you could stand.
Kakashi and his clone continued to kiss you until his chakra ran dangerously low. He might be no stranger to hospital stays for chakra exhaustion, but you would be damned if you had to explain the situation to even a single medic-nin. So you urged him to dismiss the clone, but even as Kakashi drifted off to rebuild his strength, you knew it wouldn't be long until you’d be seeing double again.
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Hiiiiii, Can i request an AU Akatsuki!Kakashi x female reader, with some smut, kind of like an undeniable attraction in secret.
“I don’t care if your legs are shaking, I’m not done “
“Loving you is a nightmare”
Thank youuuuuu!
I'm Going To Take Everything And More || Akatsuki!Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader
A/n : Hello dearest ! 💕 Finally I've made it ! It's new for me to write AUs but I think I'm managing ✨ I really hope you'll like it 😍
Warning : Nsfw, mention of penetration, kinda dom / sub dynamic, dirty talk, overstimulation, Kakashi is pussy drunk, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it
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Word count : 818
You were often on the road, so you weren't often at the hideout or kept informed of new members of Akatsuki
You were extremely surprised when you came back and saw him after so long
Kakashi Hatake, once again a former Konohagakure resident. He was a genin instructor, though. You wondered what could have happened to make him decide to leave the village
Perhaps he'd had enough of the political choices made by Konohagakure's leaders, which had perhaps once again led to a crisis ?
In any case, he had become very different from how he used to look
When you were in the same room as him, you could feel his gaze following your every move
In fact, even when you were training, you could feel his lingering gaze on you, and once you knew for sure, you couldn't help enjoying it
You'd purposely dress a little shorter or tighter so that when you moved or, I should say, bent down for no reason, he'd have a really good view of your gorgeous curves
No one really noticed how much he devoured you with his eyes like the sweetest candy... he just wondered if you'd taste as sweet as you looked
When you showed sarcasm or wit he just wanted to take you right here and right there
But despite his growing desire for you, he held back. Without your consent, he would never dare to do anything
However, today you'd put on some beautiful clothes that embraced your alluring curves You sensually fluttered your eyelashes at him and didn't hesitate to bend over more than necessary when picking up objects that - he had noticed - you had intentionally dropped
And at the sight of the bulge in his pants, all your maneuvering had begun to have an effect on him
He was glad his mask hid the way he bit his lip to hold back his grunts as he eyed the curve of your ass
It took all the mental strength in the world not to jump on you and take you against any wall
However, when you made the first move on him by sneaking into his room one night, he was sure he wasn't going to stop so soon
When he realized what you were up to, he literally jumped on you. His hands sought out the curve of your breasts to knead them gently with his hands. Little noises escaped from under his mask
He'd kept his hands to himself for too long, now he wasn't going to let you go so easily
Suddenly you pulled down his mask and kissed him languorously. Your tongues intertwining hungrily
He sucked on your tongue, making you moan into his mouth before biting your lip
Meanwhile, his hands worked over your body with precision. They trembled slightly with the anticipation of soon feeling the warmth of your body against his without any barrier
He was finally going to show you how much he wanted you
And so he did. By dint of well-controlled thrusts and rolls of his hips, he made you moan his name as he hit your sweet spot
"Mmh... if I new how f-fucking tight you were ragh... I would have fucked you on the spot when you started wiggling that ass for me" he affirmed his words delivering a firm spant to your ass making you squeak
Each time you came, tightening your grip on his cock, he repeated as he kept pounding into you "Again... come for more one more time"
He believed it each time he said it... at first. But then he realized he was mainly trying to encourage you to give him the pleasure of feeling that sensation of you coming undone around his pulsing length
It's as if now he was trying to compensate for all the times he didn't get you and jerked off in his room "I don't care if your legs are shaking... I'm not done yet" his hands gripped your body even harder to hold you in place while he didn't stop his frantic pace
"It's as if I can't get enough... mfph I need more ! Much more !" his words were almost hidden by the slapping sounds of your two bodies wet with sweat and releases colliding
"Loving you is a nightmare" he growled into your ear
"But having you there is the sweetest of dreams" he declared before taking your mouth in another fiery kiss
The night was young, so brace yourself for more. And don't count on your legs to help you walk tomorrow... or the day after, for that matter
Kakashi wasn't going to stop until his body was spent and he was limp on his bed. Even though he may ask to stay inside of you
Now that he knew the sweetness of having you all to himself, he'd never be able to live without you
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Yes, Lord Hokage
Kakashi Hatake/F!Reader
Summary: Kakashi has a need, and it happens to be entertainment from one of his Anbu captains. Cross Posted to AO3
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: uneven power dynamics/play, unprotected sex on his desk, a little bit of dacryphilia, dirty talk, degredation, humiliation, dub!con (because of the power dynamic), mean(ish) dom!Kakashi, m!receiving oral, gagging, choking, breath play, clothed sex, fingering, could be perceived as role play
Note: I haven’t watched far enough to see Kakashi become Hokage for realsies but I know it happens and am obsessed
The morning had been quiet, something that he’d usually be okay with. Usually being the key word. No fires to put out meant that he had very little to be concerned with aside from the paperwork. No fires also meant that he was quickly growing bored as the morning continued. One of the Anbu teams should be returning soon from a mission, that would be enough to get him through the morning considering the Captain happened to be one of his favorites.
There was something about how uncertain you still sounded despite being one of the highest ranked shinobi in the village. Maybe it was an authority issue and he was the only recipient of the soft, questioning tones and avoided eye contact. Even behind the fox designed mask he knew you looked to the windows behind him or the desk in front of him when you delivered your reports. It was adorable, really, but also intriguing because you were selected as Captain because of your ability to maintain your composure and command authority. It was probably him, which only added to the interest. You probably didn’t even realize you did it.
As soon as he’s informed that your team has returned, the summons is sent for the Captain alone to report in. He didn’t need an audience, just his Captain.
“Lord Hokage.” And there you were, appearing before his desk like the obedient little Anbu that you were.
“Good morning, Captain,” he greets, watching as you look up from the floor. The mask is in place as he expected. How you loved to hide, which was probably why you performed so well within the Anbu Corps. “Report?”
Your report is about what he’d expected, successful tracking and elimination of the target. One of your team members sustained a serious wound and reported immediately to the hospital for treatment upon return to the village - that part was bothersome but such was the way of life when you were in a tracking and assassination unit. But he’d expected nothing less from your unit, a very accomplished team with an impressive leader, success at any cost was the expectation.
“Recommended rest period for your unit?”
“Five days minimum, to give him time to really heal,” you suggest, shoulders relaxing as you move from your spot in front of his desk to stand beside it. “Is there a reason you summoned only me? Usually these are a team affair.”
“I wanted to see my favorite Captain, hopefully on her knees for me while she’s here.” The comment has you pausing, biting your lip as you process that. Here? Now? Where anybody could come in? “I know there’s a pretty face behind that mask, and I’d love to see it.”
“L-Lord Hokage?”
“Humor your Hokage, Captain.” It wasn’t a request, this was an order, and that has you dropping to your knees and removing your mask as he hums. “Oh, there she is, the prettiest shinobi in the village. Shame we hide that face behind a mask all the time.”
Gentle fingers trail along your jaw before he stands, and your eyes stay on his as he squats in front of you. This was your Hokage, your superior, and he was clearly having fun with that fact.
“The mask has its perks,” you murmur, looking away from his curious gaze to where your mask sat on the floor beside you.
“It does, I like being the only one who sees how flustered you get in my office when I force you to make eye contact with me. Does the Captain have an authority issue?” The question has your face warming, not sure how he would come to that conclusion while you were literally on your knees in his office, and the not-so-gentle grip on your chin forcing your gaze back up to him tells you that he was definitely going to be enforcing his authority as Hokage this morning. “We can fix that easily, though. Would you like to fix this issue?”
“Yes, Lord Hokage.” You nod to the best of your ability, not wanting to further his perception that you had an issue with his authority. You were certain that you’d more than proven that you were very comfortable with his leadership by serving as one of his Anbu Captains, but maybe not. “I’d do anything to correct this.”
“Anything, hm?” He stands, hands going to his pants and you keep your eyes on his as he pulls his already hard cock out. You don’t know if you should continue to look at his face or his cock, but you open your mouth when he tells you to. “Eyes on mine, Captain. We’re going to work on your eye contact.”
You don’t want to further disappoint your Hokage, keeping your eyes on his face even as he guides himself into your mouth. Holding his eye contact was difficult when he was limiting your ability to breathe, you wanted to close your eyes to better focus on what you needed to ensure that you actually provided decent pleasure to your Hokage. But your order was to keep your eyes open, so they’d stay open even if it hurt.
“Look at you,” he coos, pulling out of your mouth almost completely before he pushes himself back in. The slow pace allowed you to adjust to this intrusion, but the depth that Kakashi pushed for had your eyes welling with tears. The fact that you hadn’t yet gagged was something you were proud of, but you feared what would happen when it finally did. “So eager to comply, so excited for my cock that you’re crying about it.”
You aren’t able to really respond, his hand on your head keeping you in place as he begins to thrust into your mouth at a faster pace. The hand not holding your head rests on your shoulder, and you find a small amount of relief at the connection point that would help keep you in position as he has his way with your mouth.
“Keep your eyes open, Captain,” he instructs as he stills, his cock practically down your throat and your nose is pressed to the cool fabric of his vest as you continue to stare up at him. “I want to see those pretty tears.”
It would be easier if you could see his face, so that way you could know if you were actually providing him the pleasure he sought out in teaching you this lesson, but the only mask that had been removed was your own and you felt very exposed without it. His hand moves from your shoulder to pinch your nose closed, and your eyes widen at the blocked airway. Any training you may have sat through didn’t exactly apply to having your Hokage’s dick down your throat, so you really didn’t know what to do here.
“Breathe, Captain,” he requests, releasing the hold on your nose while also fully removing himself from your mouth. “Maybe we need to review the Anbu training, if even a Captain struggles to hold her breath.”
“Forgive me, Lord Hokage,” you breathe out, feeling the shame at having your leader be so disappointed in you. “The situation shouldn’t impact my ability to abide by my training.”
“That’s right, Captain, but you can make it up to me.” How, you don’t know, but it doesn’t matter.
There’s a knock on the door and he pauses, pointing to the space beneath his desk and you move accordingly, watching as he doesn’t put his cock away before he takes his seat. Instead his hand finds the back of your head to bring your mouth back onto his cock and he holds you there as he provides the all clear for the visitor to enter.
“Lord Hokage, we have the intelligence you requested from that last reconnaissance mission.”
“Go on.” The fact that he would be willing to accept a mission report while he had your nose pressed to his pelvis and was holding you in place was cruel to you but also very telling. He did not care if there had been a sensory type among the group, able to sense your presence there as well. He was the Hokage, after all, he could do what he wanted, and you were the Anbu Captain whose job was to obey the Hokage.
The growing dampness into your own pants tells you exactly how you’re feeling about the visitors, and you carefully work to remove one of your arm braces and set it aside so you could push your hand into your pants to relieve some of the ache in your own core. You were wetter than you had expected to be, and that made you almost mortified that you had enjoyed being under that desk where all it took was somebody paying attention to their surroundings to realize you were sitting there with the Hokage’s dick down your throat as he continued to work.
“...I’ll have to escalate this to the Anbu to be dealt with. Thank you, you’re all dismissed.” As soon as the door is closed, his chair is pushed back and you’re pulled from under the desk, only to be pressed against it as Kakashi presses his forehead to yours. “And how wet are you, Captain?”
“I’m very wet, Lord Hokage,” you whisper, keeping your eyes on him even though you so desperately want to look away and hide in your shame. But that wouldn’t do, not when he was so clearly smiling beneath that mask of his at your admission.
“The thought of being caught under the Hokage’s desk was that thrilling? Quite a naughty young Captain, aren’t you?” It’s a question that needs no answer, he’s pulling at your pants before he’s feeling for himself just how wet you were. An amused hum leaves him, and you’re biting your lip at the feeling of his already slick finger gliding over your clit with just enough pressure to have your eyes fluttering shut. “I said eyes on mine, didn’t I?”
“Yes, apologies M’lord,” you breathe, forcing your eyes open despite the continued teasing of your clit. He’s toying with you in the best way, and your hand grips the desk behind you to keep yourself balanced.
“If you can’t follow simple orders from your Hokage, should you really be a captain?”
“T-That’s not- I follow all of your orders!” Your argument has him chuckling as he continues to play with your clit, and you feel yourself growing more upset with how condescending and unfair he was being.
“And you’re crying again, very cute.” There it was again, the familiar feeling of shame rising one more as his fingers move inside your cunt. This man was degrading you and your work, and you were letting him finger you in his office while he did it. What was wrong with you, you didn’t know. But your Hokage was being very mean and you should have been trying to remove yourself from the situation. Instead you were welcoming it with sustained eye contact and a dripping pussy. “Anbu Captain reduced to tears because her Hokage isn’t being nice? Poor thing.”
The his fingers are gone, his hands are on your hips to turn your body around so that you’re facing the desk and bent over it slightly, with one of the Hokage’s hands remaining on your hip as he lines the tip of his cock up with your entrance.
“Don’t cause a scene, Captain,” he warns, and you nod your understanding of the request before he slowly pushes himself in. You bite your lip, hand shooting toward the edge of the desk so you’d have something to hold onto (and accidentally knocking a stack of paper off the desk as you moved). There’s only a chuckle that leaves him as he leans against you, his body over yours, his lips by your ear once more as his hips repeatedly slammed into you. He kept one of his hands on your hip but the other came to rest on your neck to apply just enough pressure so you knew he was in charge here. “You can come whenever and however many times you’d like, that’s not my concern. Understood?”
“U-understood.”
“Understood, who?” A warning squeeze against your throat, and you shut your eyes tightly as you try to refocus yourself on the situation.
“Understood, Lord Hokage.”
“Better, Captain. Clearly, you’re learning,” The praise has you relaxing against the desk as he continues to thrust into you, you’re sure the desk has nudged forward a couple times against the hard flooring but clearly he cared as much about that as he did the paperwork that continued to fall to the floor. That didn’t matter much to you either, all you could think about was the way his thumb would gently press into your neck every time he bottomed out, the soft grunts and groans of praise in your ear, and how it felt to have the Sixth Hokage fucking you on his desk in the middle of the morning where anybody could barge into his office and find you there. It was all a bit overwhelming but still adding fuel to that fire in your core.
His hand moves from your hip to your clit and he presses his thumb hard enough to have you biting into your arm hard enough that you were sure you would have bled if not for your sleeve. Your knees buckle, and you collapse against the desk before he pulls out and guides you back onto your knees in front of him. Your eyes meet his again, your unfocused gaze meeting his amused look as he begins to stroke himself. You knew he was close, his hand was focused yet frenzied until finally hot ropes of his cum shoot out and onto your face. You manage to keep your eyes open despite your immediate reflex being to close them, and you earn yourself a gentle hand atop your head while he uses his other hand to fix his pants.
“You always do so well, Captain.” The praise has you smiling, your eyes fixated on him as he moves to pick your mask up from the floor beside his desk. Your mask is put back on to cover your face and the mess that he’d left on it, and he gives it a gentle tap on the nose before telling you to get home and get some rest. “I expect to see you tonight, am I clear? I don’t think we’ve truly handled this authority issue.”
“Yes, Lord Hokage.”
A bow and then you’re off, and he’s dropping back into his chair to take in the mess that you’d made of his office. Maybe he should’ve kept the Captain back a few minutes to clean up the mess you’d made, but he couldn’t just summon you back - you’d think you were actually in trouble and he couldn’t have that.
He’d need a few minutes before he could get that cleaned up, though.
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‧₊˚✧ naruto | masterlist ✧˚₊‧
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the caretaker
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: It's a particularly rainy that Sunday morning. You have places to be, and the rain certainly wasn't going to stop you - a pothole in the road might, however. How embarrassing, now you're late and wet. Oh, God, please tell me you didn't see that?
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: set early in shippuden. fluff & comfort. reader sustains a minor ankle injury. mentions of otc painkillers. minor suggestive themes.
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sentimental values
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Iruka hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the young Sarutobi woman he spent Halloween with; he’s completely enamoured with you. How had he never noticed you like this before? Here’s the catch: Konohamaru doesn’t appear too happy with the budding relationship between you and the Academy instructor - a continuation of the caretaker.
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: set in early shippuden. fluff. mentions of prior injury. suggestive themes.
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triad effect
: ̗̀➛ pairing: yamato tenzo x fem!reader & kakashi hatake
: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Excuse me boyfriend’s best friend, I need you to come underwear shopping and tell me which set he’d find hottest as a gift. Oh, can you also explain what the hell this contraption you’ve put me in is? Wait, what are you doing in here … stop, we shouldn’t do this … alright. Maybe just this once.
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: modern au. valentines series. 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. threesome. cheating (never fear, it works out for reader in the end), cunnalingus, public orgasm, voyuerism, consensual recording, multiple creampies, sexting, dry humping.
: ̗̀➛ part one
: ̗̀➛ part two
: ̗̀➛ part three
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kill of the night.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: kiba inuzuka x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. dark and explicit sexual themes. a/b/o au. mentions of blood. fingering. oral sex (f receiving). unprotected vaginal penetration. marking/scenting. mating press. breeding. creampie. where kiba fights his natural instincts to devour you & breeds you instead.
lean on me.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: iruka umino x fem!reader
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: 18+ only. explicit sexual themes. mentions of canon character death. angst & comfort. dealing with grief & mourning. - fourth instalment of the caretaker.
just working on my fitness.
: ̗̀➛ pairing: fem!reader x might gai / rock lee / shikamaru nara / kiba inuzuka
: ̗̀➛ content warnings: suggestive themes. modern au. headcanon series regarding the type of gym-bro the characters are & how they would react to a muscle mommy in the gym.
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Kakashi Hatake x f!Reader
Listen.
I feel like although there's a lot of Kakashi fics, there's a good majority of them that are pure smut. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, I love Kakashi smut, I just want there to be more pining/loving from sadboi!Kakashi who needs to be held so tightly he might break.
Summary: Reader has a peculiar jutsu that comes in handy when she and her team are in a very tight spot. Due to the nature of this jutsu, an exchange is made and you experience your comrade's thoughts/memories that are strongest around the time of the transfer. You're sure Kakashi never meant for you to see what he exchanged with you.
Warnings: Smut, cursing, fainting, angst, teacher-ish/student relationship (Kakashi is 29, Reader is 24)
Word count: 3,353
Although a proficient ninja, times like these were the true reason for making you an addition to teams on dangerous missions.
You held onto Sakura while Naruto, Sai and Kakashi continued their attacks in the forest not far from the Hidden Leaf Village. The three Akatsuki members who they battled had terrifying strength, and you wondered if you would make it out of this alive.
Despite being out cold in your lap, Sakura had minimal injuries. You were thankful they hadn't done more damage, not only for her safety but because you didn't want to expend too much chakra. You were sure that the others would need it later.
Naruto came whizzing passed you and slammed into a tree not far from your right. He crumpled to the ground, breathing heavily.
"Naruto!" You shouted. You began moving Sakura's head carefully from your lap, but Naruto moved his head up and made eye-contact, giving an almost imperceptible shake of his head. You nodded in response.
With Naruto's crash being so near, you decided to move Sakura's limp body further away from the action. You carried her easily as you jumped into a tree and leapt a few hundred yards out of the way. You placed her down gently against a gnarled trunk and turned back to the fight where explosions and shouting could be heard. There was no doubt that when she woke she would know where to go.
You made your way swiftly back to the battle ground. As you approached you could see that one of the Akatsuki had taken the brunt of one of Naruto's attacks and you silently cheered. You arrived at the clearing they had created and watched at the tree line. Your purpose here was as back up, and Kakashi had made it clear that that was your only job. You would not get involved unless he called upon you.
Kakashi used a lightning attack while Sai distracted his opponent. It seemed that the man was hardly affected. He coughed and let out a raspy laugh. Their strength frightened you. Even with your incredible reserves of chakra, you would be no match for them and you hoped desperately that you wouldn't be called into it.
You studied their attacks for maybe fifteen minutes before Sai was out of the game. He fell near the tree line a ways away from you, so you hurried to retrieve him. He was half conscious and muttered a 'thank you' as you carried him to the same place you had deposited Sakura.
Once he was placed down, you assessed his wounds. He had a good extent of them, you winced at the sight of his broken femur on his left. There wasn't much you could do about that there, so you coaxed some pain reliever in his mouth, wrapped his other wounds, and headed back to the fray.
Your team was holding their own better than you could have hoped. You watched as Kakashi, who had become a sort of mentor to you, matched his opponent punch for punch. Naruto was fairing a little worse, but the Nine-tails had yet to appear so he was doing pretty well too.
At that thought, Naruto came flying passed your head. Your eyes widened as his disheveled body slammed through a series of branches and he fell to the ground.
You looked back to see Kakashi had looked back at you, the red of his Sharingan flaring. You nodded to him, jumping from your position and down to Naruto.
"I'm okay," He grunted as you hovered over him.
He tried to sit back up but you placed your hand on your chest, not letting him move. You activated your medical ninjutsu before he could say another word, assessing the damage. You gasped at the extent of his injuries.
"I'm okay," He repeated, but his eyes could hardly focus on your face.
"Stay down, Naruto," You sternly replied, your ninjutsu working at his injuries.
"You're new here, Y/n. You have no idea what I can do," He argued, trying to push you away.
"You don't even have the strength to move me, what do you think you're going to do out there?"
He gritted his teeth, eyes finally focusing on your own. You were impressed at the fire behind them, even more impressed that he pushed you away in one smooth motion.
"I have to do this, for Sasuke,"
You heard someone approaching and whipped around to see Kakashi running towards you, panting.
"Naruto, are you okay?" He called.
"Perfect," He growled, standing back up.
"Listen, I think I figured out a way to finish this, are you up to it, Naruto?" You looked between them in disbelief. That child was not okay!
"Ready, Sensei,"
Kakashi knelt down to you, still breathless. "I need your kekkei genkai, Y/n," His gaze was intense and your breath stuttered at seeing his Sharingan so close.
You nodded. You looked him over and placed a hand on his exposed neck, assessing the amount of chakra left in his body. You blinked when you realized he was near empty.
"How much do you need? You're almost empty, Kakashi."
He sighed. "For this to work?.. I need to be almost full."
Your eyes widened a little, this was going to be an intense transfer. And despite the situation, your cheeks reddened as he stared at you in his disheveled state. "I-I'll do the best I can,"
He smiled tiredly at you. "That's all I ask. Are you ready?"
You took a deep breath and nodded, steeling yourself. He pulled his mask down, exposing his plump lips. You barely had time to glance at him before he was pulling you in.
Your lips crashed together in a searing kiss. You began pouring your chakra reserves into his network where your lips touched. It was absolutely electric and you could just make out his stuttering breaths as he surprised you by sliding his tongue against yours. Your fingers dug into his hair as he pulled your body closer, nearly knocking you both over in your kneeling position.
You could feel the chakra leaving your body in droves. Soon, it would be replaced with memories, thoughts, feelings from Kakashi. That's how the exchange always worked. You felt wrong to desire knowing his innermost thoughts, and so intimately, but that desire burned through the kiss. If this man wanted everything you had, you would be more than happy to give it to him.
Your hand slid out of his hair and down his chest. Never had you given so much chakra before; you could feel all of the energy leaving your limbs, filling him. He kissed you hungrily, kissed you harder than he needed, sucking your bottom lip, caressing your tongue with his own. All he had to do was touch his lips to yours for your kekkei genkai to work. Somewhere distant you remembered explaining that to him, but now you were feeling the last bit of chakra you could give climbing out of your throat and rushing into his body.
You pulled away, your vision hazy as you looked at him through your lashes. He was breathless, his neck and cheeks aflame. Somewhere in the background you heard a gagging noise. Your mind swirled as his memory exchange started tugging at it.
Your eyes fluttered shut. You wondered what you'd be in for.
Kakashi laid you gently on the ground and swiftly pulled his mask back up. He stood up, his knees a little wobbly. His body felt amazing, your chakra licked at his insides like lightning.
"Naruto, let's go,"
"Hai!"
You had performed this jutsu many times before, but never had you seen yourself in them. The thoughts were important, recurring, or highly charged that you received. Nothing was ever a random thought, it was all important to that person, at least within that time frame. That's why you were shocked to see yourself in that first memory.
You watched your chest heave, saw your hair had fallen from its clasp and frame your face. You lunged at Kakashi, whom you saw this through. He deflected your attack, but you caught him off guard by kicking the back of his knee. He fell forward and you rushed him, tackling him and grabbing his hands so that he couldn't move.
You remembered this, and smiled. It made your heart sing that the first time you had ever taken him down in training was an important memory to him.
You watched as he managed to flip you around, straddling you. You could feel everything, as if his body was your own due to the jutsu, and felt heat travel up his neck as he stared at you. You had never saw yourself as terribly pretty, but you could feel it in him; he thought you were gorgeous in this moment.
The next image was in his dark bedroom. You could feel that he was in bed, his heart racing. He reached out as tears ran down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and your heart stopped when the image of your face pressed against his chest as you curled around him appeared. You could feel some of his anxiety falling away at his thought. Was he- did Kakashi think of you as a safe place? He imagined himself tangling his fingers in your hair and took deep breaths. Your heart broke for him.
The image changed to one of his students. Young Naruto was running around, chasing Sasuke and Sakura was sighing and swinger her legs on a bench. You felt contentment in his heart and yours swelled with happiness. He loved these kids so much. You wondered how many more memories you would see, since this was the most chakra you had ever given.
The image swirled and you were transported to a bedroom - the same as before. Due to the hazy quality of it, you could tell that this was going to be some kind of fantasy or dream.
You choked suddenly at the image before you. His bed was a disaster of pillows and blankets, and in the center, was you. You were splayed out on his bed, biting your lip, eyes half closed. You watched through his eyes as he rubbed himself against your folds. You could feel that what he was feeling was his own hand. You felt him pump himself to the image of him slowly pumping into you, watching your own breasts bounce and hearing yourself whine.
"Kashi," you sighed out, arching your back.
He leaned in and kissed you, hand caressing your breast and moving down to circle your clit. You were in such a state of shock you thought your body outside of your mind you had probably stopped breathing too.
Was your mentor and friend just thinking about this all the time? You shook your head mentally. Maybe it was just a recently charged moment. Actually, that didn't make it much better.
The image whirled again. You felt yourself salivate. There was Kakashi himself in the mirror before you. It was another fantasy. His muscles rippled as he held you by the throat with one hand, the other holding your leg up by the knee has he rutted into you.
He was gripping himself hard at the image. You could feel the head was slick with precum. "You like watching, baby? You like seeing Daddy's cock destroying your pretty pussy?"
"Yes, Daddy," You whined.
You could hear him grunt aloud in the memory. He opened his eyes and you saw the thick ropes of cum covering his stomach, could feel the heaviness of his breath.
His sense of relief at his release was overcome by guilt. He rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. You furrowed your mental brows in confusion, despite being absolutely astounded by what you were seeing.
He raked his fingers through his hair. "Why do I have to love you?"
His memories faded and your mind turned to black.
"Is everyone okay?" Kakashi's voice waded through your subconscious. Confusion coursed through you, where were you? What was going on?
Memories of the battle, of your chakra transfer, or Kakashi's memories rushed back to you. Your fingers twitched and your heart pounded against your chest. Slowly, you managed to force your eyes open.
Sakura was leaning over you, working her medical ninjutsu and she smiled when your eyes found hers. "Y/n, I'm glad you're okay,"
You managed a smile. "I didn't even do anything, don't worry about me."
She helped you sit up. You looked around you and saw everyone on your team in various states of injury. Naruto was out of it, Sai and Sakura awake, although Sai was in obvious pain. Kakashi looked wiped, even with the extra chakra you had given him.
You were still in the woods, but considering everyone was alive, you knew that they had won the battle.
Kakashi caught your eye. "I've sent Pakkun to get back up. They should be here anytime to help us back to the village."
You nodded, having a hard time keeping the eye contact. The revelation that your longtime friend and mentor was masturbating to you was fresh in your mind.
And that he loves you. A tiny voice said in the back of your head.
"There they are!" You heard Pakkun call from somewhere in the trees. Before you could blink, Shikamaru, Ino, Choji and four medical ninjas were before you.
You got to your feet as two of the medical ninja pulled out there stretcher to load Sai onto. They rushed back to the village while Kakashi explained what had happened to Shikamaru. The other two medical ninja took Naruto away.
"Y/n, Sakura. Head back to the Hokage's office. I'm going to show them where the bodies are. I'll be right behind you."
The mission report took a couple hours. The whole time, of course, you avoided eye contact with Kakashi. At the end, after the door had closed, he caught your arm with his gloved hand.
"Thank you," He looked at you seriously. "The mission would have been lost without you,"
You nodded, your face reddening. "Of course, anytime,"
He let go of you. "Do you want to go have a drink? On me?" He smiled, his hand rubbing the back of his head.
You schooled your features so as to not let away your mild alarm. Would it be rude to say no? Would it come off as out of character for you? You had gone to share a drink with him a few times before.
"I'm really tired, raincheck?"
He nodded with a smile. "Okay, I'll hold you to it,"
You had taken a long hot shower and had slowly eaten some food when you heard a knock on the door. You were lost in thought and it startled you. You looked at the clock. It was already past nine.
You got up and peered out the window. Kakashi stood at your door, running his hands through his hair. You stepped back and frowned. What could he possibly want that couldn't wait until tomorrow?
You unlocked the door for him. You could feel his nervousness in waves as he looked down at you in the doorway.
You motioned him in and he stepped forward almost hesitantly. "Kakashi,"
"Y/n,"
You waited for him to continue. You watched as he struggled to collect his thoughts, which was a trip. You had never seen him look unsure of himself like that.
"What's going on?" You leaned against your kitchen counter facing the table, where you motioned for him to sit.
He sat, perched at the edge of the chair. His fingers twitched. "I know how your kekkei genkai works, and I was wondering..."
You narrowed your eyes, but the blush that was slowly taking over his ears was also creeping up your neck.
"You know how it works, but you still decided you wanted to stick your tongue down my throat?" You sassed.
He choked, his eyes widening. You wondered if he could get any redder and failed miserably to hold back a laugh.
His shoulders loosened at the sound, but he still looked anywhere but you. His foot tapped on your hardwood floor.
"It's fine, don't worry about it," You offered.
"What was it that you were wondering?"
He cleared his throat. "Well, I- You weren't acting like yourself - after the mission and I just-" He cleared his throat again. He could probably hear your heart pounding if he could hear past his own. "What memories did you see?"
You looked down at your hands. You didn't know how to approach this. Should you lie? You had liked Kakashi for awhile but you didn't want to embarrass him.
"I saw you watch team 7 train." You said quietly. You looked up at him, his shoulders tensed again. It was like he could see right through you with his piercing gaze.
He took an audible breath. "What else?"
You spared him a glance. "I saw you.. wake up from a nightmare,"
He tapped his fingers on the table. He looked like he wanted to ask you again.
"If that's all-" You started.
"There's more." He stated dryly.
You watched each other for a few moments. "Tell me,"
"I think you know," You stated quietly, playing with your fingers.
He exhaled shakily, a pleading glint in his eye. "Just tell me, please,"
"Kakashi,"
"Please,"
"I was - I was in your imagination and I saw-" You breathed in deeply, embarrassed for him and yourself. "I saw myself. Under.. you. In a, you know, compromising, um, position."
He took a deep breath, closing his eye. "And-" His eye shot open.
"I saw us.. in the mirror. You know what we were doing."
He looked like he was going to explode. He stood up quickly, nearly running to the door. "Thank you for telling me,"
You grabbed his wrist and he stilled. When he looked at you, it was with a mixture of shame and fear. "Kashi,"
You liked the way his nickname fell off your lips. "Stay,"
It was now or never. You pulled him into you, hugging him to you. He was rigid at first, but slowly relaxed into you. "You know I like you too, right?"
Kakashi pulled back in surprise. You tapped his covered mouth. "Why don't you take this off?"
"I-" You reached up, pulling his mask down. He didn't protest, and quirked his lips into a half smile. He leaned down, and you met in a slow kiss. His lips were soft and he sucked your bottom lip in to nip it. It took no time for the kiss to turn heated, and you were pulling at each other's clothes, stumbling back towards your bedroom.
Kakashi backed onto the bed, and you climbed on his lap. He looked at you with his half lidded eye. You kissed him roughly, pulling his hair. Heat pooled in your core as you sloppily kissed across his jaw and down his neck. He groaned when you sucked a hickey in the crook of his neck. You could feel his heart beating rapidly in his throat and it gave you butterflies.
He felt along your curves, tracing them gently even in this heated moment. He pulled your face back to his and continued kissing you. He rocked his hips against you, and you moaned softly at the friction.
He pulled away, gasping. "Y/n,"
"Why don't we take this slowly?"
"What do you mean?" You murmured, reattaching yourself to his neck. He inhaled sharply.
"Let me take you out,"
You pulled back and looked at him, raising your eyebrow. "You're saying you don't want to-" you grinded your hips against his "-do this- right now? You would rather take me out?"
He bit his lip, nodding. You pouted and he grabbed you by the chin. "Let me do this right, please,"
You licked your lips. "Let me get dressed, then,"
"I didn't mean now," He chuckled breathlessly.
"It's called a compromise, Kashi."
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f!reader is the goddess of love (aphrodite) and kakashi is a mortal. reader is obviously very old (godcore) and kakashi is in his canon age in naruto (27). im tagging @zorosdimples bc this is also partially another birthday present for her LMFAO. love u!!!!!!! wc 1.7k
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You kneel near a red rose bush, delicate petals fluttering around on one of the last warm breezes of the summer and brushing over your exposed arms. It isn’t much longer that you’ll be able to visit the realm of the mortals in your lightest robes, the ones that hang off of your shoulders in a way that makes you most comfortable.
The unencumbered feeling of the warmest time of the year still flows through you despite the fact that the sun dips earlier and earlier every single day and verdant green slowly turns to russet and yellow, leaves swaying overhead even in the garden you’re visiting. You glance up from the bush in front of you, red petals dancing and settling across your skirt, and witness them wave to you, as if they’re saying goodbye to you themselves.
Shaking your head, you laugh and look back down, plucking one of the petals from your skirt and rubbing it between your thumb and index finger. It’s as velvety as you pictured it would be, soft as your skin, and it makes you wonder when the purveyor of these fine roses in tribute to you will arrive to make himself known.
Kakashi Hatake, a man whose likeness lingers in your psyche. You’ve been watching him for years, his offerings growing in both size and intimacy since he was a young man and it would be a struggle to remember the last time you wished to meet a mortal as badly as you find yourself wishing to meet him. You desire to see the man who cultivated such fine roses in the flesh, petting another petal between your fingertips. It’s the least you can grace him with, despite your true intentions being wanting to see this man who has won your affection through nothing more than devotion.
Affection, you think. You are the goddess of the very emotion and this is deeper than simple affection.
You’re infatuated with him. When you lay with your husband, captor you’re more likely to call him, you think of him. When you wander through the veil of the mortals and gods, which you are, you think of him. His scarred eye that he believes makes him unworthy of worshiping you, the way his gray hair sticks up at all angles on top of his head.
A sigh as gentle as the breeze escapes you as you sit back and think of the first time you remember seeing him.
It started years ago at the local temple erected in your honor, Kakashi paying tribute with prayer and apples daily after his hunts had finished. He’d leave his bloodied bow and boots at the entrance, propping them against pristine gray marble to stick out like the red of the very roses he now grows in your honor, and enter the temple to kneel at your feet.
“Goddess,” he asked, his voice carrying the deep timbre of a man. “I’ve come to request your blessing.”
You granted it without a second thought that day and have since, enamored with the young man asking for you. The man who, over the years, would visit your shrine to read poetry and love stories. The man covered in blood whose heart has always been deceptively tender beneath a scarred and hardened outside, years of hunting beneath the blistering sun for his family, his village, his friends.
It’s time to offer him yourself as tribute to him given all that he has offered to you.
“I was beginning to worry that you’d never arrive,” you finally speak over your shoulder, turning your head enough to watch him approaching where you sit. You hear his footsteps stop, standing in the grassy clearing with his mouth agape. He tilled, planted, and pruned this garden himself - his own devotional paradise to his favorite goddess and here you sit, sundrenched skin and hair and lips.
Did he die? Is this the afterlife he always longed for, a chance to live without burdensome responsibilities? To be the man he has always been beneath the tarnish of his life?
“Come, don’t keep me waiting.”
You pat the grass next to you, still coyly gazing from above your shoulder blade, and his footsteps pick up once again though slowly. Taking a moment before speaking, he wiggles his hands and fingers to make sure he still has feeling in them. He wonders if he shouldn’t run and hurl himself against the trunk of the trees surrounding you just to ensure he is alive and this is not a dream.
“Was I gored?” He speaks aloud and you laugh, musical and dancing on the wind. Just as he always imagined he’d heard while he spent his time in your tribute. Immediately he notices his gaffe and his face reddens, still walking toward you with his nose pointed toward the ground. He doesn’t notice when you stand, turning to face him while the petals that accumulated in the folds of your robes flutter at your feet.
Oh he has to be dead, he’s just grateful that this is the paradise he has come to live his afterlife in.
“You are alive and well, Kakashi.”
He nods, ignorant of what else to do, and you giggle. Dropping your skirts out of one of your balled fists, you produce a small parchment that you’ve been holding onto for a very long time, the edges worn and bent with the weight of your fingers tracing around the edges. You offer it in his direction and he blanches, noticing the handwriting on the paper belongs to him.
“Do you remember this?” You ask knowing that he does, given the way his eyes drift from the paper in your hand to your face and back several times. It sends a chill through you to see the color of them in person - deep like a stormcloud yet light like the marble of that temple he used to frequent years ago. He’s beautiful and who knows beauty better than you, the goddess of the very concept itself?
“I do, goddess,” he nods and reaches for the parchment, fully unrolling it and letting his eyes rove over his own words. He wrote this 8 birthdays ago, a young man full of love so thick he lived in fear it would erupt out and ruin him like that of a volcano. Hot and searing, melting all left in its path. He sighs, scanning over the poem he knows is less impressive than any you’ve probably ever had written in your honor and wonders why this is the one you’ve kept.
Have you come to punish him for his tributes and their lack in comparison to the others that love you?
“How did you come into possession of this?”
You smile at his question, approaching him with soft footsteps. He’s a hunter, after all, trained to notice the footsteps of prey and predators alike. You want to present yourself as neither as you offer no threat to him. Even if he were to decline your affections, you’d let him live. It would sear through you and you’d imagine his face in place of that of your beastly husband daily for the rest of your days, but you’d understand. A dalliance between a mortal and a Goddess often leads to trouble and this is a man who has always tried very hard to stay out of such affairs.
“I plucked it from the temple myself all those years ago,” you explain, offering your hand to him. His eyes dart nervously again and you reach down to take his hand, rubbing your soft thumb across his calloused palms.
“Surely this is an illusion,” he whispers, heart beating so rapidly he worries you’ll be able to see it through his worn linen shirt. This man is a hunter, a warrior, a teacher of the youth in his village in the same techniques that have kept them alive for decades and he has been rendered nothing more than an uncertain mess at the sight of you. “This…this cannot be happening.”
“And why do you say that, mortal?”
He straightens his back at the reminder of your place over his own, a goddess in the flesh, holding his hand and tenderly caressing the wound he received while teaching one of the village children to care for his spear.
“Because you are you and I am myself,” he mutters. “This cannot be.”
He watches your lips curve into a smile, hair swaying as you shake your head at his mortal sensibilities to believe he knows better than the goddess he has been paying tribute to for nearly his entire life.
“If you wish it not to be then it shall not be but please consider that I’ve been waiting for you as well before you turn me away.”
Kakashi raises his brow, curious as to what you mean. He says nothing and you take his silence as permission to continue speaking, still smoothing over the creases in his palm with your thumb.
“Consorting with mortals always has a potential cost but I’m willing to pay that to even speak to you,” you purport and his jaw drops again, brows knitting together in confusion.
“To…me?”
You nod, lacing your fingers between his. You do not bristle when he doesn’t immediately grasp you back, willing to allow him his comfort.
“You, who has left me poetry that makes all others pale in comparison. Who planted this rose bush and the dozens of others dotting this garden, felling the thorns as they bloom.”
For a moment he allows himself to embrace the fantasy you’re painting for him. The Goddess of Beauty and Love, pining for him just as he’s pined for you. He has spent many lonely nights in his life dreaming of a blessing from you but never imagined this would be the one.
Your delicate fingers wrapped around his knuckles, your sun warmed cheeks upturned in a smile.
“Come, let’s talk,” you offer, keeping your grip on his hand as the two of you walk toward the rose bush.
You’re willing to do some convincing if you need it but given the red tips of his ears, you don’t believe it’ll take much.
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Day Dream (short)
Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Warning: SMUT!! teasing, light dom, finger play (i guess), f reader
Summary: Kakashi gets side tracked during a misson
Word Count: 579
A//N: Hiiiii!!! I’m excited for you guys to read it! I’m not 100% confident in my writing, but i do hope you enjoy.
Watching her squat on the tree branch in front of me, was of course my favorite view on any mission. Her pants were tight, but stretched perfectly around her figure. They clung to her ass and legs beautifully.
My hand massaging her ass as it sticks out perfectly in that stance. I stand right behind her admiring her body. I use my fingers to graze over her covered pussy. It was already damp and I could imagine her dripping wet folds, where my shaft should be, sliding through them coating my cock with all her juices. My fingers tease her clit while I let a deep groan, getting lost in my thoughts. She must have liked my sound because a soft moan then leaves her lips as she tries to keep balance. I move my hand back up her ass.
I wanna hear my name slip through her lips making me hum in pleasure. She can't have it, not yet. I want her to beg, beg for all she desires. She stays stuck, wishing she could have more. Squatting next to her I whisper, “stand up for me.” I stand after my own command waiting for her to follow. She stood in front of me, still facing away from me.
My hands moving up her beautiful body, admiring all of her. Her hips curved so nicely already and with her vest on, it only tightened her body creating such a beautiful hourglass figure. My hands come closer together as I go up her abdomen, feeling her figure. She acts like she doesn't want it, but her body tells me otherwise.
She didn't have to turn around for me to see her bust. It's at the point where her vest is tighter at the top from the fill. Moving my hands up to her chest, cupping her breasts and pulling her into my chest. My cock bulges out, tightening my pants, pressing onto her. I rest my head on her shoulder and whisper, “tell me (Y/N), if I wanted to push you against the nearest tree and fuck you senseless from behind, would you let me?” Her breath hitched in her throat and she gulped. “N-not h-here Kakashi,” she grabs my hands, pushing them closer to her. She lied and not very well. “If you want it you’re gonna have to ask.” My mask presses to hers as I whisper to her. Her head tilts back and she moans softly. I chuckle and take a deep breath, breathing her in.
Her desire to be pleasured was visible and sensible, but I want her begging me to please her. I slide one hand down her vest and into her pants. Both thighs were slick of wetness and her panties had a pool of sweet neediness. I push her panties to feel on her. I slide my finger over her clit and down her folds.
“Kakashi!” A loud whisper in my left ear. I jump and see she is no longer in my view, but next to me. I turn my head to face her kitsune ANBU mask. The slim features of the mask compliment her. “Yes (Y/N)?” I rest one hand under my mask on my chin. “I think we should move farther south, there hasn’t been activity in almost an hour.” “Patience is a virtue, love.” It just slipped out, but it had an effect on her. Her head tilted down and a small chuckle left her lips.
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@sugarkage - ficti-gram for you!
to: @sugarkage
from: @gothamkunoichi
message: hi sugarkage, thanks for being a good buddy around here! 💙 sending this to cheer you up if you need a small surprise.
characters/pairing: kakashi hatake/fem!reader
word count: 2,506
prompt: the smell of coffee
Kakashi Hatake had never been as much of a morning person as others might assume. A misunderstanding which could be forgiven since all his adult life, he had been forced by necessity to rise with (and sometimes before) the sun.
Konoha’s Self-Defense Forces did not take kindly to oversleeping. And now, well retired from that life and struggling to find his footing in a new one, Kakashi’s alarm still rang out before five o’clock each morning. And when he inevitably hit the snooze button, he was immediately assaulted by the hot, sticky tongue of his pug Pakkun, who knew damn well the alarm meant it was time for a walk and the walk meant when he got home, he would be fed.
“Fine, fine, I’m up,” Kakashi said, shoving Pakkun’s wet snout from his cheek. The dog huffed a muffled bark against his owner’s palm and then sailed off the bed far more gracefully than should have been possible before Kakashi heard the familiar clicking of his blunted nails against the wood floor, heading in the direction of the front door before Kakashi was even out from beneath the covers.
Kakashi groaned, running his hands over his face before remembering the wet of Pakkun’s nose on his left palm and pulling it away in thinly veiled distaste.
Whoever had told him that a dog would help with his depression was a goddamn liar. Depressed people needed sleep, not early morning walks to pick up piles of shit from the curb.
Still, Kakashi kicked the blankets away and stumbled into the adjoining bathroom so he could wash his hands first and his face second, hoping the act might prepare him, however slightly, for the day ahead. As he patted his damp skin—jawline prickly with stubble, which he would need to shave between Pakkun’s walk and his commute to work—Kakashi’s tired eyes took in his reflection with a flat, detached stare.
His dark eyes stood out like a shock against his pale skin, the blood vessels of the left permanently dilated, giving the white of his eye a sickly pink appearance. The scar which bisected the lids seemed stark and dark in the pre-dawn light, a jagged reminder of why he no longer served in the KSDF.
Before he could tumble any further down the rabbit hole of his past, Pakkun appeared in the doorway to the bathroom clutching his leash between his teeth and growling faintly.
Despite the early hour and the dark memories clouding his thoughts, Kakashi couldn’t help but laugh as the pug stomped his tiny feet impatiently. The effect was less than intimidating, and looked more like a stuttered dance than the act of irritation it was apparently meant to be. Perhaps the dog suggestion hadn’t been such a useless one, after all.
Kakashi neglected to grab a jacket on his way out of the apartment, which he regretted as soon as the sharp sting of cool air met his skin when he stepped through the front door of his building. He was too lazy to go back inside and up three flights to retrieve one, though, afraid if he made it back to the relative safety of his apartment he would never leave again.
And anyway, Pakkun—small as he was—seemed unlikely to allow such a detour without more fight than Kakashi wanted to put up with.
“All right,” he said, shoving his free hand into the pocket of his sweatpants and glancing down at the pug at his feet, tongue lolling happily from one side of his mouth, “Let’s go.”
Konoha was quiet this time of morning, with only a sparse few littering the streets. He nodded and smiled and mumbled a half-hearted, “Good morning,” as familiar faces greeted him when he passed. The man at the bakery, the woman always jogging with wrist weights on, had all become fixtures of Kakashi’s daily routine, even if he still thought they were all insane for willingly rising before the sun.
Pakkun, for his part, enjoyed himself immensely, as he always did, sniffing every tree and hydrant and telephone pole, peeing on those he deemed worthy, and barking quietly at those that didn’t smell the way he wanted them to. Kakashi was content to let the pug explore, turning around in circles as he tried to identify all the various smells attached to any one place or item.
Kakashi thought the life of a dog sounded rather nice, actually. Sleep half the day, have someone else feed you and pick up your shit, smell all the stuff you want. Not bad.
He was trying to hold back a yawn when a new sign caught Kakashi’s eye. It was lit brightly, a happy green neon thing he’d never noticed before. It took a few moments to register that the café—which is what the place was now, or so he assumed based on the name Bean & Button—must be new; the storefront until recently had been papered over from inside. Once a fabric shop, it had been closed for months with no indication of renovations.
Apparently, though, the paper had been hiding a secret all the while and Kakashi frowned, surprised he hadn’t noticed.
When he tugged Pakkun in the direction of the café, the pug bit down on his leash and growled, trying to hold his ground.
“Come on, Pakkun,” Kakashi sighed, “I let you sniff that last tree for ten minutes, the least you can do is let me get a coffee.”
Pakkun relented, but not without a last yip of irritable half-defiance.
When Kakashi pushed the door open, he was greeted by soft overhead lights and the sound of gentle folk music—guitars strumming carefully beneath the sweet voice of a woman recalling some lost love.
He’d never been inside the fabric shop when it was still in business, and Kakashi took in his surroundings with a keen eye for all the details that remained from that recent past—dress dummies in one corner with pins for sale stuck into their burlap bodies, one draped in a t-shirt with the new cafés logo of a coffee bean and a blue button emblazoned on the front. An antique sewing machine stood behind the wooden bar that provided coffee stirrers, lids, sugars, and milks for personalizing your beverage.
“Good morning!”
Kakashi’s eyes flicked from the sewing machine milk bar to the front counter, which had also clearly been at least partially salvaged from the shop’s original purpose—the wood was too old, the upholstered top lush and out of place. A pane of glass had been cut to fit over it so no spilled drinks would stain the fabric beneath.
“Morning,” he said, dragging his gaze from the counter to the woman behind it. She beamed at him far too brightly for such an early hour.
“First time?” she asked kindly. He nodded. “Take your time,” she said, pointing to the large board behind her with a hand drawn menu. His eyes widened a fraction when he realized how many options he had to choose from. Everything from plain drip coffee to a French press brew or pour over to fancy cappuccinos and macchiatos and other drinks he was pretty sure were wholly made up.
One entire section offered smoothies with punny sewing-themed names—Greens Silk, Blind Hemp, Pep-Plum. Kakashi grimaced, most of the jokes rather cringe-worthy. His attention was drawn away a moment later when Pakkun sniffed the base of the counter and barked. Kakashi shushed him, offering the barista a brief apology as he tugged him away. “Sorry, is it okay I brought him in?”
His head swiveled, looking for any indication one way or the other as to the café’s pet policy and finding none.
She smiled again, “Of course!” She reached under the counter and when her hand reappeared it was with a small dog treat in hand. “He probably just sniffed one of these from our last canine customer.” She smirked as Pakkun barked again, short tail waging furiously as he stared at the treat clutched between her fingers. She tossed it over the counter and Pakkun nearly dislocated Kakashi’s shoulder as he barreled toward it, scarfing it from the distressed wooden floor without an ounce of hesitation.
The barista gasped and when Kakashi looked back at her, she was covering her mouth with both hands. “I’m so sorry! I should have asked you first!” she said. Or, at least, he thought that’s what she said. It was rather difficult to hear her voice while it was caged by both palms.
Kakashi chuckled, offering her a small smile. “It’s quite all right. If anything, you’ve saved me the trouble of having to try to explain we’re out of tr—” he stopped short when Pakkun’s ears lifted at the start of the word and corrected course, “t-r-e-a-t-s,” he spelled, “once we get home.”
That seemed to reassure her, and her hands fell back to the countertop, head falling forward in relief as she sighed. “Thank goodness.”
Kakashi stepped up to the counter and she met his gaze with a relieved smile. “Figured out what you want?”
He smiled ruefully. “I’m afraid I’m a little boring,” he said, “One large black coffee, please.”
Despite the lack of flair to his order, the barista brightened immediately, “Coming right up!”
Kakashi waited while she poured his coffee into a paper to-go cup, pulling his wallet from the pocket of his sweatpants—grateful he’d remembered to bring it this morning, since it tended to be a fifty-fifty chance on any given day he would.
“Here you are!” she said, sliding the cup across the glass. “If you need any sugar or milk, they’re over on the counter there,” she pointed toward the old sewing machine.
“Thanks,” Kakashi said, though he knew he wouldn’t need either.
She rang him up and he paid, and they exchanged pleasantries as he turned to leave, forgoing a lid as he and Pakkun stepped back out onto the street. The smell of the coffee wafted up to his nose as he was met with the bracing cold once more, and Kakashi let his eyes slide closed as he savored the scent, grateful for the warmth of the cup in his hand.
He blew across the surface before he brought the paper rim to his mouth and took his first sip, humming in satisfaction as it tricked down his throat, carving a path of warmth through his entire body as he swallowed.
Kakashi might have stayed there the rest of the day, standing on the sidewalk outside of Bean & Button savoring his beverage, had Pakkun not rudely headbutted his calf.
“Fine, fine,” he said, “let’s go home and get you fed.”
The café became a fixture of their morning walks after that. The following day, Pakkun dragged Kakashi rather unceremoniously toward the front door and raced to the front counter where he barked, looking expectantly up at the same barista, who laughed and tossed him a treat.
“They never forget, do they?” she asked.
Kakashi shook his head. “They certainly don’t.”
“Same thing today, or are you feeling adventurous?”
Kakashi nearly blushed at the teasing lilt of her voice, but managed to hide his somewhat embarrassed smile behind a cough. He glanced up at the menu, vision nearly blurring as he was assaulted with the too-large selection of options, before he answered, “Same, please. Thanks.”
And so it went every morning. Alarm, walk, treat, coffee; alarm, walk, treat, coffee.
Kakashi always took too long to stare at the intimidating menu, always ordered the same plain black coffee. Pakkun always barked for a treat, always immediately tried to tug Kakashi back outside as soon as he licked the final crumbs of it from the floor.
Slowly, over the course of several weeks and then months, Kakashi realized he no longer hit the snooze button first thing. Sometimes, in fact, he actually woke before his alarm, a thing which had only happened before when he had a particularly vicious nightmare or when Pakkun was in distress of some kind.
In fact, Kakashi found his steps felt lighter in the morning, his smile more genuine when he greeted those he passed.
It was not until one particularly cold morning in early February—after he had wrestled Pakkun very unwillingly into a sweater and matching mittens on his paws as a ward against the faint dusting of snow outside—that Kakashi finally understood the change.
Because as he stepped through the door of Bean & Button, he looked up to find the woman behind the counter already smiling as she set a steaming cup before her. He approached the counter with a small, curious smile on his mouth and peered into the cup as she tossed Pakkun’s treat over the counter.
“What’s this?” he asked, glancing up to meet her sparkling eyes.
“One large black coffee to go,” she said, lips pulled into an equally amused grin. “Figured I’d save you the trouble of pretending to peruse the menu today.”
He ducked his head, nearly blushing. “Am I really so predictable?”
“Maybe,” she said, “or maybe I just pay very close attention.”
Kakashi hummed, paying for his drink. When she took the money from him, their fingers touched and Kakashi felt the faintest zap of electricity, as if he’d walked over a carpeted floor in warm, woolly socks before reaching for a doorknob. And just like that, the new and unexpected ease of his mornings made sense.
The barista giggled as she handed Kakashi his change. “Pakkun is looking particularly adorable today.”
Pakkun very clearly disagreed, giving a grumbly huff in reply.
“I don’t think he’s a fan of his winter outfit,” Kakashi said, sneaking a sip of his coffee. As if to punctuate the assertion, the pug gave another huff and shook his body, ears flapping loudly.
Kakashi’s own ears felt suddenly and utterly attuned to the sound of her laughter—the way it rang in his head, filled his chest with such warmth even the steaming cup of coffee in his hands was no match. He wanted to linger, wanted to try out this new feeling, see how it settled in his chest, over his shoulders.
He turned to look at her, the way she tucked her mouth behind her hand, and realize it was not the coffee that had made it easier to get out of bed since Bean & Button opened, but the person who made it.
Kakashi waved goodbye and he and Pakkun headed back to their apartment so the pug could shed his abominable winter clothes and his human could get ready for work. All the while, Kakashi smiled to himself, looking forward to another coffee tomorrow. To the bright spot in his terrible, too-early routine.
Maybe tomorrow would be the day he finally tried something other than a plain black coffee. Maybe one day, eventually, he’d invite the pretty woman out from behind the counter to enjoy a coffee with him.
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