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[detectivestucks]

The Anbu Captain

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: You were headed home from the bookstore when you accidentally bump into the cold and closed off Anbu solider, Kakashi. He becomes fascinated by you and breaks into your home.

Warnings: NSFW, Nipple & Sensory Play, Dubcon Fingering, Smut

Word Count: 1.7k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

It had been a typical week day in the Leaf. Kakashi was back in the village after another Anbu mission when he was spotted by his friends from the Academy eating together in their favorite dumpling shop. They greeted him and invited him over; however he ignored them and kept walking. Their spirits fell as they saw their shell of a former classmate stride past. You on the other hand were busily daydreaming about the three new textbooks you scored from the local bookstore ready to learn several dead languages. Hugging them tight, you couldn’t wait to get home and start studying. Not looking at where you were going, you stumbled over a rock falling face first into the ground. Books to your chest, unable to break your own fall, a ninja caught you before you could crash into the dirt. He moved so quickly the wind was knocked out of you and you could not get it back because the Anbu shinobi that held you in his arms was absolutely stunning. Fluffy silver hair, two different colored eyes, one brown and intense, the other blood red and analytical. A scar ran over his red eye but beyond that his face was covered. His arms however were strong and you felt safe in them. You must’ve looked like a deer caught in the headlights. You briefly forgot you had even tripped as you soaked in the man holding you. He interrupted your train of thought as he cleared his voice and asked “Umm, are you okay?” Clearly trying to bring you back to reality so he could resume his promenade around the village.

“Oh, uh, yeah. I’m so sorry. I was lost in thought and I..I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to get in your way. I won’t waste any more of your time.”

You felt so flustered as you regained your balance, bowed your head, and scurried off to the nearby dumpling shop. You decided to start reading your books there until you calmed down enough to resume home. You didn’t want to risk going in the same direction as the Anbu shinobi as that would be terribly awkward. Though he had been perfectly kind, you felt his frosty and distant presence. You knew you had bothered him as he wandered aimlessly around, lost in his thoughts. You just had to come along and fall on the poor man. You didn’t even thank him for catching you before you broke your nose.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you sat down at a nearby table in a huff. How could you be so clumsy? Bothering such a nice shinobi who probably just wanted to be left alone. ‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’

“Don’t mind Kakashi” you heard a deep voice say “He’s always been a bit of a loner and has been especially distant for several years now. It has nothing to do with you.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t help that being in the Anbu for so long has kept him dwelling in the darkness” a female voice followed. 

“I uh…thank you for trying to make me feel better.” you blushed as you opened one of your books. ‘So Kakashi was his name…’ you thought to yourself, taking note to track him down and thank him properly. ‘Maybe I should bring him dumplings as a peace offering. I’ll have to make a note of that for the next time I go to the market.’

A week had passed since your run-in with the silver-haired ninja but what you didn’t know was that even though his outward presence was cold, for the first time in a long time, Kakashi felt something as he held you. The only time he had physical touch was during a sparring match or battle. Kakashi only felt another human’s warmth while draining life from their body. Today, his sharingan analyzed your heart rate, breathing pattern, and dilated pupils as you looked up at him in admiration. He forgot what it was like. He felt the need to study you more. He kept tabs on you between responsibilities. Checked on you at night before heading to his home. Watching you read the books you carried with you the day he caught you. Eventually he decided to analyze you up close. 

You came home from the market, unlocking the deadbolt with your key. Then opened the door with a bump of your hip trying not to drop the multitude of groceries balanced in your arms. You were surprised to see a light on in your room however you could be so forgetful at times. Honestly you were just glad it was a light and not an open window. You started putting the groceries away when you realized you were not home alone. You didn’t hear a sound, you just felt a presence. You turned around and were about to scream but a gloved hand covered your mouth before a noise could escape your throat. He watched your face register who he was and uncovered your mouth when he was sure you would not yell.

“How did you..the door was locked…why…” 

Too many thoughts were running through your mind as you tried to connect the dots. 

“Go to your room” he calmly said with the authority of a captain. 

You were completely unsure why you would listen to a man who just broke into your home but you also knew nothing good would come of trying to resist. He’s a frickin member of the Black Ops. He followed you to your room and closed the door. 

“Let me look at you” …another order. No emotion in his voice or on his face. Seeing you puzzled, he approached you and took off your coat. Understanding, you begin to undress. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable and extremely confused as to what was happening. He silently watched you strip down till you were completely naked. A chilly aura about him. 

Giving a nod of approval he pushed you down on the bed. Your feet still on the floor, arms falling above your head as he remained standing, looking down on you from where he stood. He didn’t smile or react but you could tell his blood was beginning to rush with excitement. From out of his pocket he pulled a ninja’s headband. 

“You will need this” he says as he ties it around your eyes. Why on earth you were allowing this man to blindfold you while naked in your room was beyond you. All you knew is that you were not afraid. 

“No peeking” 

You nod. 

You feel the mattress sink as he kneels above you, tracing your outline. His thumb brushes your nipple before his finger swipes along the bottom of your breast, drawing a line from the valley between them, up your neck, and along your jawline. Feeling your bottom lip before lightly kissing you. You taste his lips realizing he took off his mask…that must be what the headband is for…how mysterious. You reach up to run your fingers in his hair and kiss him back but he swats your hands away. 

“No touching” 

You feel him press your wrists into the mattress for good measure as his lips felt your neck. Inhaling deeply, he licks the curve between your neck and shoulder before kissing you. “…mhmm…” The satisfaction of your taste causes him to graze his teeth along the same spot before biting you and leaving a few marks behind. He worked his way down to your chest. He licked your nipple and then blew on it. You felt it stiffen with arousal. Simultaneously you could feel the length in his pants stiffen in kind. After marking your chest the way he marked your neck, he stood back up. Kicked your legs open so they were spread. Kneeling down between them, his fingers brushed your nipples one more time before they wandered down to your opening and your bud.

It was euphoric. You had never had anyone touch you like this before. Being blindfolded and not  able to anticipate what was to come only made it more tantalizing. He started rubbing your bundle of nerves causing wetness between your legs. You moaned in approval however he continued to not make a sound. He then kissed you between your legs, moving over to your heat. Licking between your lips into your opening, then up to your bud before he bit down on that too. You let out a yelp of pain and pleasure. ‘This one really seems to enjoy using his teeth.’

His lips locked over you as he began to suck and twirl his tongue around your clit before releasing you with a wet ‘pop’. He then laid next to you on the bed grabbing around your waist, pulling you close, as his other hand inserted its fingers and curled them up inside you. He began pleasuring you with his fingers stretching you and rubbing your g spot before adding in a third finger. You began to drool at the sensation. It was so stimulating and you wondered when you could return the favor. You even felt the need to have him inside of you. A man who was nothing more than a stranger. Only his name and his eyes were known to you. He was completely cold and bizarre, yet you yearned for him. Afraid to ask or make any demands of the silent Kakashi, you quietly and breathily moaned trying to hold in as much sound as possible. His fingers moving faster and faster, bringing you to the edge. He breathed heavily as he rubbed his leg against you so you could feel his rock hard length under his pant leg until suddenly he stopped. He got up and stood in front of you once more. 

“I’ll take that back now.” he said. Disappointed you undid the headband and gave it back to him. His mask already back on his face. He was completely clothed while you lay there naked before him. 

“I leave for a mission tomorrow, I will be back upon my return.” 

Just as emotionless as before.

You sat up but as you did he vanished from your room. Moving faster than you could see in your dazed state. 

He’ll be back…what does that mean? And when? He didn’t say how long his mission would be. Why did he stop? Was he always like this? He doesn’t even know my name. How did he get in? 

“…shit, I didn’t put the ice cream away.”

Part 2 Masterlist

[rookieloveskashi]

This Is How It Starts

relationship: Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

warnings: explicit/mdni - smut, dubcon? (sex pollen), porn with plot, confessions of feelings, voyeurism, masturbation, nipple play, 69, oral sex, cunnilingus, blow jobs, cum swallowing, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, POV Kakashi

word count: 9.3k (i have no excuse)

summary: Kakashi is surprised to learn he'll be bringing you—a civilian—on his next mission. He takes every precaution he can think of, but what will he do when a strange new jutsu has an effect that he couldn't predict?

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Kakashi tucked his hands deep in his pockets as he waited for Tsunade’s office door to open. The report from his latest solo mission was stored in one of the front pouches of his flak vest, and he hoped he would manage to get in and out without a new mission scroll replacing it.

It had been nearly four months since Tsunade had been welcomed as Hokage to a village short on shinobi, and Kakashi hadn’t had an hour of free time since. At first, he had worried that his defeat at Itachi’s hands—or eyes, rather—would mean he’d lost some of the new Hokage’s confidence. But by this point, he wished that had been the case.

He leaned his head back against the wall and closed his eye, figuring he may as well catch a few minutes of sleep while he had the chance. So when the door opened only a moment later, Kakashi chose to keep his head reclined and his eye closed, savoring a few more seconds of peace.

“She finally ready for me?” he asked, expecting to hear Shizune sigh before inviting him in.

“I think so…”

The voice that responded did not belong to Shizune. Kakashi finally opened his eye and there you were: the last person he expected to see coming out of the Hokage’s office.

You also happened to be the last person he would mind seeing, but that was another matter entirely.

“Y/N.” Kakashi felt his cheeks heat up as he fixed his posture and rubbed his sore neck. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“First time for everything I guess,” you smiled. “You getting back from a mission?”

Kakashi held up the scroll containing his mission report. “Turn in one, get assigned another.”

A genuine look of empathy colored your face. “I’m sorry.”

“Maah, it isn’t your fault,” he shrugged. “It’s just the way it is right now.”

“Kakashi!” Tsunade shouted from inside her office. “You just gonna stand out there all day?!”

“Duty calls,” he sighed.

“Good luck on your next assignment,” you offered. 

“Thank you.”

Kakashi lingered beside the door, watching for just a moment as you made your way toward the exit down the hall. His curiosity got the better of him, which he quickly made known as he walked into the Hokage’s office.

“What was Y/N doing here?”

Tsunade wore an unamused expression, keeping quiet as Kakashi approached her desk. The two spent a few seconds in a charged silence before she rolled her eyes. “Normally, I would say it’s none of your business, but it happens to be relevant to your next mission.”

Kakashi didn’t even have a chance to make a smart comment about being assigned yet another mission without rest. The fact that you were somehow involved nullified his exhaustion. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve gotten reports that suggest evidence of a forbidden jutsu being developed in the Land of Rivers. All we really know so far is that it’s explosive-based. I need you to go and learn everything you can about it; who’s behind it? What does it do? Is it something that requires a specific chakra nature, or does it have the potential to be more of a widespread problem? I want all the information you can get.”

“Okay… but what does that have to do with Y/N?”

“She’s going with you.”

His brow furrowed. “Excuse me?”

“We don’t have any sensory-type shinobi available.”

He would need to have a medic-nin check his hearing. Or maybe he had recently suffered an untreated blow to the head and just forgotten about it, because Tsunade’s statements just weren’t adding up. “I still don’t see what that has to do with Y/N. She isn’t any type of shinobi.”

“But she could have been.” Tsunade shuffled the papers that were stacked slightly haphazardly on the corner of her desk. “I’ve been looking over her files from her time at the Academy. She outclassed all her peers in terms of sensory skills; but she never took to combat, so the old regime considered her to be too much of a liability.”

That made sense with everything he knew about you. His own time at the Academy was so short, it didn’t overlap yours at all. He remembered hearing about a potential sensory-type dropping out, but at the time, he really hadn’t given it a second thought. Some people just weren’t made for the shinobi lifestyle, and while he could now recognize that fact without bitter judgment, the same couldn’t be said of his opinions back then.

Over the last year or two, he’d gotten to know you as someone kind and considerate, who was easily startled and prone to daydreaming. It made perfect sense that you were content living a civilian’s life; working at a tailor shop, which Kakashi just so happened to frequent with his arms full of battle-torn clothes. Every visit had caused his fledgling attraction to grow into the undeniable crush that he hadn’t yet figured out how to act on.

Admittedly, he’d been looking for an excuse to spend more time with you, but taking you on a mission wasn’t what he had in mind.

“I discussed it with her, and she’s willing to give it another try,” Tsunade continued. “In the future I see her as more of a specialized ninja anyways, probably doing more work with the Intelligence Department than actually going into the field. And that makes this mission basically perfect for her.”

“Right, if you ignore the part where you are sending her out in the field.”

“You’re only meant to gather information, not get into a fight,” she countered. “And even if something happens, who better to handle it than you?”

Kakashi leveled his most unimpressed stare at her, letting her know he wouldn’t be won over by cheap flattery.

“Hey, we have to work with what we’ve got. Assigning you to escort her was actually better than I could have hoped for. Flattery aside, you know you’re a strong shinobi. I have complete faith in you.”

“I still don’t feel right about this. She may have the makings of a great sensory-type, but she’s still a civilian.”

“Well, when you’re Hokage, it’ll be your call.”

“Don’t even joke,” he deadpanned.

“Just, look out for her, okay? I appreciate that she’s even willing to go out there. If she hates it and she never wants to consider being a ninja again, I’ll respect that and back off. But I want to give her the chance to make that decision for herself this time.”

On that—at least—Kakashi agreed.

Not to mention, if he didn’t take the mission, that wouldn’t stop Tsunade from sending you out there with the next clown who was available. He didn’t want any other shinobi to be assigned if it was your well-being on the line.

“I’ll protect her.”

“Great. I told her to meet you at the gate tomorrow morning at 7:00. We want to make a good impression, so don’t be late.”

Kakashi arrived at the gate a half-hour early, his weapons pouches full of sharp, polished kunai and shuriken, as well as explosive tags, smoke bombs, food pills, and anything else that could possibly be useful. Taking a civilian on a mission was even riskier than taking a team of brand-new genin; at least they had the basic skills taught at the Academy. You were coming to him with an affinity for sensing chakra, but that was about it. Instead of sleeping, he’d spent the night checking, double-checking, and triple-checking everything; he would not be caught unprepared for anything that might threaten you.

You arrived with Tsunade about twenty minutes later. Tsunade must have given you a spare uniform; the dark blue outfit looking out of place on your figure. You didn’t wear a flak vest, and Kakashi wondered if Tsunade seriously withheld that just because you weren’t properly ranked.

“Good morning,” you greeted him with a self-conscious smile. Kakashi could practically feel the nervousness rolling off of you in waves; from the way you toyed with your hair to the way you shifted your weight where you stood.

He didn’t want you to feel nervous. He wanted you to feel safe.

Safe with him, specifically.

“Alright, good luck on your first mission, Y/N!” Tsunade smiled, standing beside Kakashi and clapping her hand down on his shoulder with arguably too much force. “We’ve got you with the best of the best here, so just focus on identifying the chakra, and let this guy deal with everything else.”

Kakashi brushed Tsunade’s hand away, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “I didn’t realize you held me in such high regard.”

“Of course I do! Besides, you guys aren’t even going through any enemy territory. It’ll be a breeze.”

You remained skeptical, looking back and forth between them. “If you say so.”

She may have been overdoing it, but Tsunade was trying to calm your nerves, and he should be doing the same. “She’s right,” he addressed you. “I can understand that you’re nervous, but I swear: I won’t leave you to handle anything on your own.”

Your eyes met his, and Kakashi actually felt his heart skip a beat. There was no way he would let anything get to you.

Kakashi counted himself lucky that the mission was technically all within the Land of Fire’s borders, but he still kept a vigilant watch. Your nervousness abated with every mile that passed without incident, and by the time you arrived at the town near the Land of Rivers’ border, you were almost too carefree.

“Wow,” you gaped at the unfamiliar surroundings. “This place is way different from Konoha. Ah, look! So cool!”

While you took note of the various shops and food stalls lining the busy street, Kakashi only focused on the way certain men in the crowd were noticing you. He stepped up to your side, putting his hand on your lower back and guiding you away from your gawking admirers. “Stay close.”

“Hm? I thought this wasn’t enemy territory.”

“It isn’t,” he conceded, “but it isn’t guaranteed to be friendly either.”

“Oh, of course. That makes sense.”

Kakashi tried not to feel proud of the way you nudged yourself just a little closer to him. “I didn’t say that to scare you,” he added. “It’s just best to stay cautious.”

“Understood.”

“Let’s find a place to rest. Tsunade’s given us a stipend for food and lodging.”

“Oh, that’s not a bad deal.”

“I have to be honest; this isn’t typical. It depends on the rank of the mission, among other things. Normally, a mission like this would mean sleeping outdoors and living on shinobi rations.”

Your mouth flattened in a tight line. “I see.”

Tsunade would punch my lights out if she could hear me talking like this. “They aren’t that bad,” he hurried to add. “It’s only on the really long missions that I get tired of them. And of course we have bedrolls so it isn’t completely uncomfortable…”

“It’s alright,” you smiled. “You don’t have to sell me on the whole shinobi thing, even though I wouldn’t be surprised if Lady Tsunade asked you to.”

Kakashi nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “Not in so many words…”

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I wish she hadn’t laid it on so thick. I mean, what good is this mission as a trial run if she sets me up with all this extra stuff that I wouldn’t normally get?”

“You make a good point,” Kakashi agreed. “If you want, we could skip the inn, and spend this mission the way I assume it would really go.”

“Nah, let’s use it. I’m sure you don’t get the chance to take advantage of stuff like this too often. You might as well benefit from her scheming while you can.”

“If you insist,” he smirked.

He kept his hand on your back the rest of the way to the nearest inn, where he rented the cheapest room, knowing he would feel guilty if he used the opportunity to splurge. He realized his mistake as soon as he opened the door, internally screaming when he found that the room only contained one narrow bed.

Jiraiya would have a field day with this.

Kakashi immediately offered you the bed, laying out his bedroll before you felt pressured to start a charitable back and forth. He was the senior on this mission; it was his responsibility to make sure you were comfortable. And that did not include having him share the bed, much as he might wish differently.

As you both settled in, Kakashi tried just to focus on the mission ahead. According to Tsunade’s intel, all those who’d witnessed the jutsu had passed through the woods located southwest of the town. You two would search that area tomorrow in case the jutsu caster left any trace. With any luck, the search would turn up evidence quickly. 

“This way.”

Kakashi gestured for you to follow him, but he was impressed with how little he seemed to actually need to direct you. It didn’t feel like he was leading a civilian. True, an experienced shinobi would be able to read his movements and anticipate the orders before he gave them, but you were keeping up much better than he expected. Maybe it had to do with your sensory skills. Either way, Tsunade’s plans for you might just pan out after all.

He would have to examine his mixed feelings on that, later.

“I think I feel something,” you said. “A concentrated mass of chakra, but it feels strange. Not like when I can feel a person’s chakra.”

“It might be some kind of trap. Be careful where you step.”

You nodded and continued on your way through the forest, keeping your gaze low to the ground. Kakashi had told you what to look for, explaining how to spot wires and other hidden obstacles, and while you would need to get quicker at it, he was pleased to see you’d taken his lesson to heart. Your sensory skills would only help you if the tools were chakra-infused, so familiarity with basic traps would be vital.

“I think it’s coming from this plant.”

Kakashi headed toward you, watching as you started reaching toward a large bell-shaped flower. Just as he was about to reach you, the flower petals unfurled, revealing a small sphere covered in tags.

A paper bomb!?

Kakashi grabbed you by the waist and jumped away only a fraction of a second before the bomb exploded. You landed on your back, Kakashi hovering over you to shield you from the blast. But the explosion wasn’t the type he had been predicting. Where he thought it would be all heat and shrapnel, there was instead a thick cloud of translucent mist, shimmering like dew on a fragile spiderweb. A dud?

Maybe I shouldn’t have tackled her, then.

He couldn’t even feel the density of the mist; if it weren’t for the way it refracted light, he might not have known the bomb had done anything at all.

Kakashi looked down at you. Your eyes were locked on him, your chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“I think so,” you muttered. “Thanks.”

He scrambled to his feet, then held out his hand to help you up. “This is the chakra I felt,” you said, looking around. “Is it dangerous?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never seen this before.” Kakashi lifted his hitai-ate and opened his Sharingan to inspect the mist. It was difficult to make sense of what he was seeing. The substance hung in the air, a strange chakra aura hovering like fog. It had expanded in a thirty-meter radius from the source of the explosion—much wider than he had anticipated when he jumped backward. Something about seeing that cloud of chakra made his skin crawl. Even his mask felt too tight against his face.

Looking at you, he noticed some of the chakra had settled on your clothes and your face like pollen. He could even see it pass through your lips as you inhaled. Normally, it was instinctual for Kakashi to limit his breathing in the wake of an explosion. But he’d been so worried about protecting you, his instincts had failed him. He hadn’t even thought to warn you to hold your breath, either.

Whatever it was, it was in both of your systems now.

“We need to get out of it.” Kakashi scooped you into his arms, carrying you out of the cloud of chakra as quickly as he could. He was much faster than you were—it only made sense for him to carry you. At least, that’s what he told himself as he ran, trying to ignore the placement of his hands on your body. When he was clear of the mist and you could both breathe freely, he put you back on your feet. “How much did you inhale?”

“I don’t know… too much, probably. Oh Gods… I feel really warm. Is that bad?”

“I don’t know exactly; but don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.” He smiled at you, hoping to calm your nerves. “Let’s just get back to the inn, and regroup from there, okay?”

You nodded, putting on a brave face and following him on the way back into town. He could tell you felt guilty, but he didn’t know what else he could say. This jutsu was completely new to him.

Kakashi wished he had more medical training beyond bandaging his own wounds. Maybe there was some way he could be proactive. But with every step closer to the inn, he started to feel his own temperature rising. His flak vest felt gradually heavier on his shoulders and chest, causing his breathing to become more of a chore. He wiped his brow with his forearm and turned to look at you.

Your face was noticeably flushed, and you were panting despite the relaxed pace. You just looked so uncomfortable, tugging at your clothes as you tried to keep up.

“Is it getting worse?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “I’m really hot now, and lightheaded… dizzy… You don’t feel any of that?”

“I’m a bit warm too,” he agreed, “but I probably didn’t inhale as much as you.”

“I guess that’s an advantage of your mask,” you offered, lightly smiling before your face twisted into a grimace and you doubled over, clutching your stomach.

“What is it??”

“Cramp—” You took a few sharp breaths as you let the pain pass. He waited as patiently as he could until you turned and looked up at him with your eyes open wide, pupils so dilated he could barely see any color. Your face was red and your lips were parted, like you still couldn’t catch your breath.

“We’re almost back,” he encouraged you. “I’ve got you.”

He said it with the best of intentions, but by the time he got you back to town, you were pulling at the front of your shirt and fanning yourself with the fabric. Your skin had gone from flushed to feverish, and the dizziness had progressed to a point where you were unsteady as you walked. Kakashi tried to steady you by putting his hands on your waist, but you had tensed up so much in response that he shoved his clammy hands in his pockets for the rest of the trip.

As soon as you got in the room, you curled yourself onto the bed in the fetal position. You were rubbing your thighs together and running your hands up and down your sides. Kakashi felt hot under the collar as well, and seeing you writhe on the bed like that certainly wasn’t helping.

“D-do you need water?” he asked, trying to think of any way to help.

“No,” you groaned as you pressed your face into the mattress.

“What can I do—”

“Nothing.”

“Y/N, you have to talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling.”

You whined. “It’s embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed abo—”

“I’m horny, okay!??” you hissed. “It’s so bad I can’t even think straight. I feel like I’m going to boil out of my skin. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t…”

You trailed off with a groan, seemingly still in enough control of yourself to stop before finishing that sentence. But it was more than clear what you were about to say, and hearing you voice even that much of the truth forced Kakashi to acknowledge: that was exactly how he felt, too. The heat, the unsteadiness, the tightness in his groin. Loathe as he was to believe it, he understood what you both were up against.

Aphrodisiac.

Kakashi had heard of this type of technique before, but he never knew of anyone using it or being hit by it before. Honestly, he never even thought it was real. But his discomfort was already shifting into insistent pain, and he probably had less of the pollen in his system than you did. If this is how he felt, you had to be going insane.

Bigger problem: he had no idea what would happen if you didn’t do something about it. Is there any treatment other than…

Kakashi cleared his throat. “If you need to… take care of it, you can.”

Your cheeks burned even redder from embarrassment, but Kakashi noticed the way your fingers twitched like you’d been waiting for his permission. “Yeah?”

“I’ll just… watch. I mean—! Keep watch! From—” he frantically pointed to the door, “out there. I will go and guard the door.”

He waited for your answer, only recognizing your thighs rubbing together and the impatient look on your face five seconds too late.

“Right, sorry.” Kakashi slipped out of the room and quickly closed the door, sighing out a nervous exhale and letting his back hit the dense wood.

Idiot.

He brought his hands to his face, still warm from guilt and irritation at himself for saying such a stupid thing. But no wonder—there was so much blood swelling his dick that there was none left for his brain. The feeling between his legs was completely overbearing; heavy, tight, sensitive. Just the way his clothes were brushing against his dick had him biting his lip. 

He tried to clear his mind, putting his arms rigidly at his sides and taking another heavy breath. Unfortunately for Kakashi, that turned out to be a huge mistake. His sharp nose caught a hint of you inside the room, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his cock throb.

With that, his self-control went out the window.

His hand slipped under his waistband without command, his fingers wrapping around his shaft and beginning to slowly pump. His eyebrows pinched together, failing to process how his actions brought him twice as much desire as it relieved.

Knowing in the back of his mind how wrong it was, Kakashi pictured you as he touched himself; thinking of how fucking sexy you probably looked.

Would you lie on your back? Legs spread and fingers pumping in and out of your needy hole? Or maybe you’d straddle a pillow and take it for a ride, rubbing that swollen clit against the fabric. Fuck, what if you were in such a rush that you grabbed his pillow? Stuffed it between your legs and rode it into the mattress until you were out of breath and exhausted, leaving your scent saturated in the fabric so he could bury his nose in it later. Like a wild fucking animal.

Shame made his cheeks hot. It was so wrong, but he still couldn’t stop imagining all the ways you might be pleasuring yourself right now; right on the other side of the door. And what dirty thoughts might be running through your head? Was your need so strong that you didn’t have to have anything on your mind? Or could he dare to hope that your time in close proximity meant that he was on your mind? Kakashi pumped a little faster and imagined your pretty flushed face, eyes screwed shut and head full of thoughts of him. 

Knowing how twisted and perverted it was, he put his ear to the door and listened. He could hear the low creaking of the bed; the headboard lightly tapping against the wall in a precise rhythm. You were clearly trying to stay quiet, but your desperation had you huffing out muffled gasps and unsatisfied whines that made his cock ache in his grasp.

He could make you feel so much better. He could have you moaning and crying out his name. Kakashi… Kakashi—

“Kakashi…?”

His eye snapped open and he pulled his hand away from himself in a guilty rush. “A-are you finished?” he asked, sounding breathless and spent even though his dick was still painfully hard and twitching for attention. 

“It’s not working,” you groaned, frustration and anxiety in your voice.

He slowly pushed the door open, giving you time to shout or throw something if he was about to stumble into a scene he shouldn’t see. But you were just sitting cross-legged on the bed, your pants on the floor and your lap covered by a pillow that he couldn’t help but be jealous of. He forced himself to ignore the now overpowering scent of your sex permeating the air; as if he needed more proof of your efforts.

“It isn’t enough.” You looked up at him with red, desperate eyes. “What’s happening?”

Kakashi moved without thinking, kneeling down in front of you at the foot of the bed and cupping your jaw in his palm. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“How?” You nuzzled into his palm, visibly calmed by his touch. Your cheek was so soft, so smooth… He stroked your skin with his thumb, forgetting for a second that he had no right to touch you—especially not with the hand he’d just had shoved down his pants.

Kakashi moved to pull his hand away from you, but you reached up and held him in place. “Don’t…” you breathed. “It feels good.”

“Y/N…” he warned.

“I’m sorry,” you whined, although you hardly seemed sorry with the way you reached your other hand forward and grabbed the front of his vest, pulling him closer. “It just… fuck, Kakashi, it hurts. I don’t know what to do.”

You looked him in the eye. “I think… I think I need you.”

The pained tone of your voice cut him deeper than any blade ever had. But he didn’t know what to do, either. He was responsible for you. It was his own fault this was happening to you in the first place. He should have protected you and prevented it, but he had failed. Miserably. Completely blown it.

So… the least I can do at this point is try to help, right?

No. It would be wrong. It would be so incredibly despicably wrong. Despite the lewd way he’d already thought about you, and the painful throbbing between his own legs. 

“I can’t.” He leaned slightly back. “I can’t take advantage of you like that.”

“You breathed it in too,” you said. “It’s not taking advantage.”

“It is,” he insisted. “Even if I tell myself it’s just to help you… it won’t be that for me.”

“Kakash—”

“I have feelings for you, Y/N.” He blurted the truth before he could stop himself. “And I hate to see you in pain but I can’t pretend like I’d be sleeping with you just to get whatever the hell this is out of our systems. I want you. For a while now; not just because of some stupid airborne—”

“Kakashi.” You put both hands on either side of his face. “I want you too.”

Could that be true? Or was it just the poison talking? Why would you want someone like him, who would only complicate your life?

“Y/N, you don’t—”

“Please,” you begged. “Just listen. I won’t have the courage to admit this later.”

You renewed your hold on his jaw, making sure he gave you his full attention. “I like you. I’ve liked you for a long time. I didn’t even think I was any good at hiding it; I thought that might have been one of the reasons Lady Tsunade assigned you to the mission with me; because she knew I had a crush on you and she probably figured I would be more likely to do this if it meant being around you. Which, honestly, if that was her plan then she was right. I was too scared to come out here until she said I’d be going with you.”

“R-really?”

“Really, Kakashi. I don’t want to be a shinobi. I didn’t even really want to when I was a kid. I was relieved when I left the program. And I was terrified when Lady Tsunade asked me to do this. I only agreed because I wanted to be with you. And I thought maybe—best case scenario—I could help you in some way and impress you because, I mean, I’m nobody and you’re you. You could have anybody you want, and if you’re saying that it’s me… Kakashi, you have me. You’ve had me the whole time. So at the risk of sounding like an Icha Icha character, just take me already.”

He laughed; caught off guard that someone so funny and bright and beautiful would ever feel that way about him. But the way you apparently felt about yourself was even harder to believe. “You aren’t nobody, Y/N,” Kakashi promised. “And I would tell you everything that’s incredible about you if I weren’t so distracted by how badly I want to kiss you.”

You blushed, your eyes shifting down to his covered mouth. “Can I take off your mask?”

Kakashi nodded. You adjusted your hold on him, gently hooking your fingertips under his mask and slowly tugging it down. He noticed your body start to tremble impatiently, and it made his heart melt; how you still moved slowly, prioritizing his comfort over yours. Your eyes roamed over every centimeter of skin you exposed, taking it in bit by bit until his mask was fully down.

You let the material fall from your fingers, your eyes lingering on his lips. “You’re sure?” you whispered.

“I want you, Y/N. Nobody else.”

He let you look for two more seconds, until he couldn’t hold back any longer. Urgently, he used his grip on your jaw to pull you forward, bringing your mouth to his and kissing you with hunger. You moaned against him, dipping your fingers into his hair and tugging to get him closer, shifting your legs to wrap them around his torso. In turn, he dropped his hands to your waist and hugged you close, kissing you over and over and over again. He couldn’t get enough. The feel and taste of your lips had him going out of his mind; even just the sound of each kiss drew him back in.

“Mmm, Kakashi…” You hummed between kisses, sighing his name into his mouth and running your fingers through his hair. 

He put his hand on your shoulder and steadied you as he pulled back—only an inch. “I need to know this is real,” he panted. “I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“The only thing I regret is not telling you how I feel sooner,” you smiled. “Sounds like we could have been doing this for a while now.”

Like a force that only nature itself could produce, you and Kakashi came back together, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth as you tugged at his shirt. He crawled forward, causing you to lie flat on the bed. He grabbed the pillow you’d held between your legs and tossed it across the room. He may have been fantasizing about that pillow before, but now it was only an object in his way.

Nothing was going to keep him from you anymore.

He prowled over you, letting his heavy bulge press against your clothed core. Your body was warm to the touch, and he felt the heat between your legs as you rubbed against him. You each moaned into the other’s mouth at the contact. Despite the layers of fabric between you, rubbing himself between your legs still brought him a thousand times more relief than his hand had. He could only imagine how good your bare cunt would feel.

Soon, he would do so much more than imagine. And it seemed you had the same idea.

“Take off your clothes,” you grinned as you unzipped his vest.

Kakashi hummed as he shrugged off the garment without breaking the kiss. “The mask wasn’t enough?” he teased.

“Not even close.”

Kakashi gripped the front of his shirt and tore it over his head, admiring the way you blushed even harder at the sight of more of his skin, your eyes enjoying everything from his collarbones to his silver happy trail. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for permission to undress you as well. You nodded, letting him lift your shirt off over your head and giving him access to your gorgeous tits that he’d thought about on more than one occasion; when he couldn’t fall asleep without getting himself off.

He leaned down to suck harsh kisses into the soft flesh of your exposed cleavage. It felt so right to have you on his lips. He couldn’t resist the urge to bite down, leaving teeth marks all across your chest while you giggled and squirmed in his hold.

With every ounce of skill he had, Kakashi reached around your back to unhook your bra, flinging it away from your chest and groping your breasts like the shallow pervert he didn’t want you to think he was, in spite of his actions. But he didn’t stand a chance. Back home, you’d nearly caught him (more than once) ogling your chest in the midst of casual small-talk. Denying himself now—with you so beautiful and willing underneath him—would have been out of the question. And they were just so soft, reacting eagerly to the feeling of his rough palms and fingertips. If not for the influence of the pollen, he would have been happy to play with your tits all day.

Your nipples pebbled under his touch, creating the perfect peak for him to suck into his mouth. His name continued to tumble off your lips like a prayer. He never wanted you to stop saying it. It sounded so good in your breathless voice. Kakashi tested your limits by trapping your nipple between his teeth, biting down with more and more pressure until you were pulling on his hair and trembling below him.

“Shhhhh.” He licked your nipple to soothe it, apologizing for the rough treatment. “Just needed to see how much you could take.”

You laughed. “What exactly are you planning to do to me?”

His answer came in an emphatic groan. “Everything you’ll let me do.”

You pulled his mouth back to yours, kissing him harder and rolling your hips into him. “Pants—” you gasped. “Off.”

Kakashi chuckled against your lips, reluctantly pulling away and sitting up on his knees. He flicked open the button of his pants and grabbed the waistband of both his pants and his briefs, pulling them down slowly. It had less to do with teasing you and more do with making sure his intense arousal didn’t cause him to cum in his pants, but the tortured and hungry look on your face was certainly a bonus.

Your eyes darkened as he exposed himself inch by inch; his skin taut and sensitive, veins standing out prominently all the way down his shaft. Finally, he took pity on you, bringing the elastic down past his engorged head. His cock sprang up and smacked into his stomach, a wet glob of precum sticking to his abs.

“Gods… Kakashi…” Your lips parted, your tongue darting out to wet them. “You’re so big.”

You started crawling forward, eyes hungrily glued to his dick. It twitched for your attention with the same persistent need he felt throughout his whole body. His fingers twitched with the ache to touch you; his lips tingling—needing contact with your skin.

Desperately, he reached out and pulled you to your knees to kiss you. You giggled and slid your hand down his chest, cupping his hot, weeping cock with a gentle grip that turned him into putty.

You maneuvered your hand around him, touching and stroking to familiarize yourself with his size and weight. Kakashi’s head tilted back as he let out a deep groan from deep in his chest.

“Feel good?” you whispered, kissing your way from his jaw down his neck. 

Kakashi was so turned on, he was afraid to speak—afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make a sound beyond a pathetic mewl. Instead, he settled for vigorously nodding his head. Shivers erupted along his skin. The only thing on his mind was the need for more relief. His hand flew up to envelope yours, urging you to pump faster. “Keep touching me,” he exhaled. “Fuck.”

Teasingly, you started moving your mouth down the planes of his chest. “I want to taste it.”

Kakashi threaded his free hand into your hair, pulling your mouth back to his a bit more roughly than he would have if he’d been in his right mind. “Wanna taste you too,” he moaned. “Need to.”

He tossed you back onto the bed, crouching down and positioning his face between your legs. The center of your panties was drenched, and his eyes dilated like a predator locked on its prey.

Kakashi pressed his face against your panties, inhaling your scent and exhaling in a shaky groan. You smelled like something to be devoured, and he would be damned if he let it go to waste. His mouth watered, nearly as wet as your cunt. “You smell so fucking good.”

He couldn’t wait anymore. Kakashi flattened his tongue and licked along the drenched fabric, too impatient to think to take them off. You squirmed and tugged on his hair, breathless moans and pleas falling from your lips. He rutted into the mattress, kicking his pants and boxers off as he yanked your panties to the side and lapped at the mess between your legs.

It was incredible, but those panties were gonna be the death of him. Kakashi reached into his pile of discarded clothes, hooking the end of a kunai on one finger. He spun it around the digit to adjust his grip before cutting your panties down to shreds so he could finally have full access to your heat.

Now that there was no pesky underwear in his way, he hooked his arms under your thighs and rubbed your pussy over his face until he was covered in your juices. You squirmed, but there was no way he was letting your cunt get away from his mouth. Kakashi feasted on you like a man who’d lived on nothing but bread and water his whole life.

Dumb lustful indecision fogged his brain and made his muscles clench with impatience. If he had his way, he would go slowly. Enjoy himself. He would savor you; kiss and lick and suck until your cute little cunt was prepped to handle him. But the influence of the chakra pollen was too strong. His cock was no longer begging for attention—it was demanding. And humping the mattress wasn’t gonna cut it.

Not that he would settle for that, anyway. His aching hardness would only be soothed by the softness of your body.

Kakashi huffed in frustration, summoning the strength to tear his face from between your legs in order to climb fully on top of you. He pushed his thumb into your mouth, gripping your jaw and urging it open before rubbing his thumb over your tongue. “Need this.”

You looked so fucking cute, nodding with your wide eyes and your pink cheeks, and Kakashi wished he was in the right mind to take his time with you. He was as careful as he could manage, rolling onto his back and manhandling you into position above him—on all fours, your cunt poised just over his face and your mouth inches from his dick.

“There we go,” he proudly grinned, grabbing two handfuls of your ass and pulling you down to smother himself.

You moaned as you rolled your hips into him, desperate to ride his face. You bit down on his hip before licking one long trail from his navel down to his lap and up the length of his throbbing cock. 

His hips automatically lifted off the mattress to follow you. Kakashi shuddered as his head slipped past your lips and found its home in the warmth of your mouth. The long-awaited pleasure was indescribable; he only knew that nothing had ever felt this good, and he would be lucky to last five minutes.

Kakashi buried his face in your dripping cunt, wasting no time before running his tongue and nose through your slippery folds. You whimpered, grinding down on his face and forcing your own mouth further down his shaft while you pumped the base with your hand to make up for what you couldn’t fit.

He snarled against your folds when he felt you take his tip into your throat, gagging and sputtering while saliva drooled from your mouth. He lapped at your clit with frenzied licks, desperate to make you cum before he blew his load down your throat. Your clit throbbed, still so unsatisfied despite your earlier struggle.

You said you needed him. He had to prove how good he could make you feel.

Kakashi focused all his efforts on your clit, expertly reading your reactions and memorizing what was too much and what made you search for more. When he felt your thighs tremble, he locked down his pace and pressure, single-mindedly working you to an orgasm that left his face a sopping mess.

He kissed your hole like it was your mouth, lazily licking up your juices from your still-quivering cunt. Even at the height of your orgasm, you were still spoiling his cock—sucking and licking and pumping—and now that he’d finally gotten you off, he was more than ready to do the same.

Kakashi threaded his fingers up your scalp and through your hair, gripping you and bracing you before he started thrusting into your mouth. He felt more of your saliva drooling down his shaft and dripping onto his balls, easing his frenzied movements. With only his own pleasure on his mind, he felt his nerves race to the edge almost immediately.

“Shit… I’m gonna cum…” he panted. “Will you swallow it for me?”

You responded by humming around his dick, massaging his balls to encourage him.

“Fuck—” he grunted, “Get ready, ahh—”

The first pulse was almost blindingly satisfying. Kakashi quickly let go of your head so he wouldn’t drown you, too relieved to be embarrassed by how much cum was spurting from his tip. It felt like it would never stop, making his eyes roll back in euphoric bliss.

He wrapped his arms around your hips and hugged to bring your cunt back to his face, pressing a flurry of kisses over your folds while you drank down everything he gave you. Rather than feeling overstimulated as his cock twitched one last dry time, he instead felt his body giving itself back over to the pleasure of your mouth. It still just felt good, and he could tell from the way you were riding his face again that your satisfaction was short-lived, too.

It took more willpower than he was willing to admit to pull himself away from you. “Y/N. Hold on—come here.”

You crawled your way up his body, leaving wet kisses trailing from his pelvis up to his jaw. Kakashi positioned you to lay on top of him, pulling your mouth to his and indulging in another set of deep, passionate kisses.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you start to roll your hips into him. “You want more, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you whined. “I’m sorry; it felt better at first, but…”

Kakashi settled you with another kiss. “It’s okay. I know what you mean.”

“You too?”

He reached between your bodies, gripping his cock and sighing at the pleasure. “It shouldn’t be possible for me to still be this hard.”

You looked away bashfully. “I’m sorry I got us into this.”

“I’m not.” Kakashi rolled over to put you on your back. “True, I didn’t imagine it would happen quite like this,” he blushed, “but I did imagine this more often than I should admit.” He kissed you again, hoping he could explain himself without his greedy dick undermining his words. “I’ve imagined a whole life with you. And if this is how it starts… I’m not sorry at all.”

“Kakashi…” you whispered, blinking up at him before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and clutching him close. You pulled him into another kiss, your fingers burrowing into the roots of his hair. “In that case, neither am I.”

Kakashi cupped your head in his hand and cradled you as he deepened the kiss. He could feel your body humming with anticipation below him. He ran his other hand down the outline of your body, taking his time as much as he could stand.

“You’re so beautiful,” he exhaled. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Please…” You whined against his mouth, titling your hips for friction. “Kashi, I need you.”

He smirked, kissing you one more time before sitting back on his calves. His eyes roamed your body hungrily as he gripped his cock. “Normally, it would hurt my pride that you still needed more…” He stroked himself once, twice before slapping his cock down on your tummy. “…But hearing you beg for my cock definitely makes up for it.”

You blindly reached forward and dug your nails into his thighs. “Gods, please put it in…”

His dick throbbed, a pearly string of precum dripping onto your stomach. You were absolutely gorgeous, and he had you pinned to the mattress, begging him to destroy you. 

He rubbed his cock along your slippery folds, his sticky precum mixing with your arousal. The relief from that alone was nearly indescribable. But still, Kakashi felt like if he didn’t get to sink his cock inside your perfect little hole, he wouldn’t survive.

You shamelessly squirmed beneath him, and he knew you felt the same as he did.

“You need this cock, baby?”

“I do Kakashi I need it so bad…”

“Don’t worry,” he cooed. “I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

Kakashi lined himself up with your entrance; something in his brain snapping at the sight of being so close. His hips thrust forward, burying nearly his entire length in one shot. You shrieked, clawing at his back while wrapping your legs around his hips. Your plush walls sucked him in, the pleasure so immediate that he collapsed down onto your chest, his hips instinctively rearing back and plunging forward to feel more and more.

Kakashi forced himself to slow down, peppering soothing kisses over your shoulder. “Sorry,” he huffed, unable to suppress the grin spreading over his face. “It’s just so hard to hold back. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“Me too,” you panted, thrusting up to meet him. “Keep going. Please.”

Your mouth had felt incredible. But your cunt—it was where his dick belonged. It was designed for him. Even with all the teasing and foreplay, you were still so tight. And soft. And warm. And wet. Walls gripping him, suction pulling him in, drawing him deeper; he couldn’t fight it. He was only human. But in that moment, he could swear you were something more.

“Fuck… you feel so good, better than I even—hgnh, Y/N baby…”

Your breath passed by his ear in overwhelmed whimpers that were lost in the loud smacks of his skin against yours. He was reaching so deep, he swore he felt the tip of his cock prodding at your cervix. 

“T-tell me if I’m hurting you,” he panted, letting his hips continue to slam into yours. “If it’s too much, I’ll…”

You’ll what? …Stop?

Even the thought of stopping made him grind his teeth in protest. His hips thrust even harder, proving that he had no say in the matter. 

Stopping was not an option. He was gonna fuck your needy, precious little cunt until it was ruined. And maybe then some. 

Your nails dug deeper into his back, his name rolling off your lips in desperate gasps mixed with tiny sounds of frustration. “Kakashi, don’t stop, fuck, I…”

“Yeah?” he grinned, digging his hands into your hips and angling you perfectly to take his every thrust. He pressed his chest into yours and latched his lips to your exposed throat. Covetously, he sucked a hickey into your throat while he kept pounding away, claiming every last bit of you for himself. It was all for him. He would make sure of it, leaving his mark on you with his mouth and hands so that no one could question who you belonged to.

You babbled praises, tongue lolling out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Like that,” you gasped. “Just like that—”

Primal intuition guided his movements. He folded your left leg backward, grunting into your clavicle at the bone-deep gratification that raced along his nerves. You hiked your right leg a little higher on his hips. Desperately, he brought his mouth to yours, kissing you and panting, pulling away just for a glimpse of the cock-drunk look in your eyes before he quickly kissed you again.

He needed to feel you with every part of himself. It wasn’t enough to continuously stuff himself balls-deep inside you. He wanted to taste your lips and feel your body, leaving nothing untouched. He put his right hand over your breast, immediately rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger as he pushed your leg back further and rubbed himself over the sensitive area behind your clit.

You tossed your head back with an indulgent cry, pleading for more. “There… don’t stop!”

“Right there?” Kakashi felt your walls flutter around him, and he buried his face in your neck. It was too good; he wasn’t gonna last, and once he came this time, it would be the last of his stamina. But you asked him not to stop, and he wouldn’t. Not until he gave you what you needed. “What else? I’ll do anything you want.”

“W-want you to cum with me.”

Kakashi gasped out a curse, pounding away at your sweet spot. “Tell me where you want it,” he groaned. “M’close.”

“I-inside. Cum inside. Please.”

Kakashi moaned, feeling the muscles in his pelvis tighten with enthusiasm. “Haa, oh yeah?” He pressed his pelvis down harder, increasing the friction on your clit. “Want me to—ngh—fill you up?”

Instead of answering, you yanked his head back within reach of your mouth and kissed him, moaning into his mouth and clinging to him. Kakashi couldn’t keep his answering smile at bay; he was too lost in his own delirious happiness. If he could have held out forever—stayed just like this—he would have.

But he didn’t have to. These feelings were real. After this, he still had hours, days, years to spend exchanging kisses and breaths and affection with you.

Kakashi grabbed your ass with bruising strength as his orgasm hit. His stomach twisted and his balls contracted, signaling a rush of endorphins that made his toes curl and his thighs shake. You squeaked against his mouth, pulled directly over the edge with the first pulse deep at the base of his dick. 

You broke away from his mouth, but your limbs clutched to him as your own orgasm sent tremors through your body. “K-ka-kashi-i!” The broken sound of his name slipped past your lips over and over in a desperate whisper.

“I’ve gotcha.” Kakashi held you close, riding out his intense high while giving you something to stabilize yourself. “I’m right here. I’ve gotcha.”

The muscles in your cunt repeatedly tightened around his cock to wring out every last drop of cum he still had to offer. The tug beneath his navel tugged beyond the point of pain, but his cock still pulsed; keeping pace with the demands of your cunt until you finally came down. It left him panting, his forehead resting on yours as he stared into your eyes.

No trace of the jutsu remained; leaving just the two of you in a bubble of heady, genuine affection that quieted the last of his fears. When his lungs relaxed, he titled his head to catch your lips in a sweet, devoted kiss. You hugged him to your chest and answered his kiss with the same promise.

He stayed like that, blissed-out and content, until your spent pussy started quivering from overuse. He leaned away to give you space, but he was surprised when you reached out and grabbed his thighs.

“Wait,” you whispered, your bent legs trembling on either side of him. “Slowly.”

Kakashi nodded at you, his eyes sleepy under heavy eyelids. But he was careful as he pulled out, blushing at the sight of the milky fluid dripping from between your legs. You shivered at the empty feeling and finally let your legs fall to the mattress.

Yes, the jutsu had worn off. But you looked so beautifully wrecked, he almost believed he was ready to go again.

He gently cleaned you off with the sheet, resolving to destroy the evidence a little later and leave the rest of the mission budget behind for replacement linens. It would have to be good enough; he was too exhausted to worry about a more discreet alternative.

The only thing he cared about was you; making sure you felt comfortable and safe, showing you that he meant every word.

Because he was already sure that he loved you—and when he inevitably told you sooner rather than later, he didn’t want there to be any room for you to doubt him.

Kakashi gently brushed your hair back from your warm face. You smiled up at him, nuzzling against his palm. He didn’t waste a second before leaning back down to sweep soft kisses over your cheek and neck. You giggled, then turned your head to catch his lips with your own, your fingers trailing along his sides and guiding his weight to press down into you.

Carefully, he rolled onto his side, cupping your jaw to make sure he didn’t break the kiss. You let him kiss you to his heart’s content until you eventually broke away, blushing and nuzzling into his neck. 

Kakashi wrapped his arms around you. “You okay?”

“Mhmm, just worn out,” you sighed. “How about you? You alright?”

“Me?” He hugged you closer and kissed the top of your head. “I’ve never been better.”

You hummed warmly, returning his embrace and lightly kissing his collarbone. “I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow,” you guessed. 

“I’ll carry you home if I have to.”

“What about the mission?”

“We learned more than enough about the jutsu for Tsunade to send a new team out here with some equipment to protect them from its effects. They’ll gather samples, and based on the way it worked, she should be able to develop an antidote.”

You snuggled closer into him, giving over to the intense wave of exhaustion left behind. “Oh, that’s good.”

“Get some sleep,” he whispered. “We’ll head back to Konoha when we wake up. And once we get back, I think I owe you a date.”

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Marked for You Pt. 1

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summery: After your village is raided by a ruthless gang, the Leaf Anbu rescue you and guide you back to their village were you are free to start over. During your physical Sakura discovers a soulmark on your body, realizing you are soulmates with her sensei. The village buzzes with excitement and once he's home from a long mission you meet.

Warnings: Mentions of murder and human trafficking

Word Count: 4.9k

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The ground shakes and explosions boom beyond the walls of your workplace. Panic rises in your chest as you look for cover. There’s a steel table in the kitchen of the bakery you work at. Crawling on your hands and knees, containers of flour and sugar vibrate off the counter. The stainless steel bowls roll on their rims, the dust of baking ingredients clouding the air and slowly settling on the floor while coating your cheeks in white powder. 

The sound of the bell attached to the front door rings. People have come inside, but what kind? Were they enemies? Were they civilians? Or were they something else? 

You reach for the cast iron griddle and prop it up in front of you. Either you can use it as a shield or a weapon, depending on what horrors await. Heavy footfalls enter the kitchen and it feels as if the cast iron were sitting in your stomach instead of your hands. 

When your eyes pan up you see them, masked men holding kunai in their fists, you could feel your body go rigid. This was it, the notorious masked rouge shinobi who’d been raiding the surrounding villages are here in your friend’s bakery, ready to kill or worse. And yes, that is exactly what you mean, because you know with certainty there are many fates worse than death. 

Knuckles whitening from the grip your fingers have on the griddle, you lift it up ready to swing when all three men fall to their knees. Bewilderment covers your face, then you look behind them. More masked men with red and white animal masks come into view. You gulp and continue to raise your makeshift weapon when one of them raises his hand and drops his knives from the other. 

“We don’t mean you any harm.”

“H-how do I know this isn’t a trap?” you say, voice hoarse with fear.

One of the men remove their facemask. “We were sent here from the Hidden Leaf. We were asked to take out the Ishikozume.”

Your shaking legs barely allow you to stand as you straighten up and see beyond the broken  shop window. The scene before you is one of war. So many buildings have been destroyed. Your village is all but ruins. “Some job you did. They’ve nearly leveled the place.”

“We’re sorry ma’am. We came as soon as we got word.”

“So what are we supposed to do now?”

“Unfortunately ma’am, this is not the entire gang. Most of them did not join this attack.”

“This is what only part of the gang can do?!”

“The Ishikozume are ruthless. I am so sorry but it’s not safe to stay here. If the rest of the gang come to check out the attack, they are sure to kill any remaining survivors. I implore you to come with us.”

“Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice.”

“It seems not.” 

Your eyes take in the scene around you. The shop destroyed, the street turned to rubble and your city brought to its knees by only a fraction of the Ishikozume. With a trembling body you step forward. “Lead the way.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Reluctantly, as you step onto the street you soak in the view of what was once your home. These violent rebels have been ransacking cities, trafficking it’s women and children, stealing their riches, and burning its structures to ashes just for the fun of it. Your stomach twisted wondering what your friend’s face will look like when she comes home to this. To find her life is nothing like it was when she left. For now though, you’d follow these men somewhere safe. Somewhere with walls and protection because here, in the scraps of your beloved village, is not where you want to be.

The trip to the Hidden Leaf was long. You walked through the woods for miles, even stopping to sleep for a few hours. The ninja, who you learned are a special group called the Anbu, escorted you most of the way home. They informed you that they normally wouldn’t be responsible for bringing refugees with them and normally a group of Chunin would do that job but the Ishikozume were considered such a viable threat that they didn’t feel comfortable leaving you and the other survivors in the hands of anyone less than themselves. 

Before the sun even rose the next morning you were back on your feet marching through the trees to get to the great city. Once finally there, the tall walls welcomed you like a doormat. It was like a fortress and you’d accept nothing less after your recent experience. 

The men checked you in at the front gate and guided you over to the hospital. You were greeted by a girl in a white jacket with pink hair. 

“My name is Sakura. All of you will be required to go through a thorough physical exam prior to being allowed long term residence here in the village. After your examination you will meet with the Hokage who is prepping living arrangements and possible work for you based on the information that some of the Anbu brought back with them early this morning prior to your arrival.”

“That’s a pretty efficient system.”

“We take these matters very seriously. We would’ve intervened sooner but we didn’t know of the raid till it was already underway. I’m sorry.”

Her eyes cast down and you believed her. She wasn’t trying to seem like some superhero, just a girl trying to give you a place to go after your home was ripped away from you. 

Many of your neighbors and random faces from back home went before you. Your mind was too lost in the static of what you endured yesterday to really care about the changes that await after your physical but soon the pool of people to choose from narrows and you’re up next. 

“Ma’am, please follow me.”

Almost like an out of body experience you walk down the hall of the sterile building. Everyone here is so clean and put together. No one has a scratch on them, splotches of mud don’t stain their clothes and faces, but here you are, dirtying their floors with the ashes of your village. Heck you’re pretty sure you still have some flour or sugar to sprinkle in your wake.

The girl named Sakura comes to a stop and gestures for you to go into the room before her. 

The exam begins like all the rest. She weighs you, takes some vials of your blood for testing, checks your pulse and blood pressure, and then begins examining your skin for any lacerations or bruises. 

“I apologize, but I’d like you to remove your clothing. I need to make sure you have no skin conditions or injuries and I will also be performing some gynecological testing if that’s okay.”

You silently nod as you begin to remove your clothes starting with your shirt. The garment is folded neatly and placed on a nearby chair before you unbutton your pants. As you disrobe you hear the girl with pink hair gasp. Quickly you start to pull your pants back on assuming the worst. 

“What?! What is it?!”

“Your hip!”

“Is something wrong with it? Did I get stabbed? I didn’t even feel anything!”

“No! Nothing like that.”

“Then what on earth was that gasp for?!” you say a little louder than you meant. The adrenaline still pumped through you from yesterday’s tragedy and the instant regret twinges in your heart as you see the girl flinch from your tone. 

“Your birthmark,”

“What about it?”

“It’s a soulmark.”

“What on earth is a soulmark?” You begin to feel irritated again, waiting for her to get to the point. What could possibly be so ‘gasp-worthy’ about a silly birthmark.

“It’s a birthmark in the shape of your soulmate.”

At this you laugh out loud. Stress seems to allow you to rocket between emotions in a single heartbeat. You always kinda liked your birthmark cause it was unique, an imperfect grid of nine square-like freckles resting on the upper portion of your back hip only visible from behind when you’re wearing a thong or a bikini. 

“I doubt my soulmate is a square!” you wheeze out between giggle fits.

“No! It doesn’t look like the man, it’s his crest! Nine squares fit together in a larger square, that’s the Hatake crest! Look!”

From a nearby display of pamphlets, Sakura pulls one that is a history of the village, including the many great clans and powerful ninja. Your fingers trace the page down to the geometric crest, running your prints along the lines of the Hatake square. “You sure of this?”

The grin on her face says it all. “You wanna see what he looks like?”

“How do you know which member of this family I’m ‘destined’ for?”

“Well- uh- see, he-” then her shoulders softly deflate, “he’s the last one.”

Your face turns to sympathy as you let the bit of news resonate. The last of his clan… you can sympathize easily after just experiencing the extermination of many from your home. You wonder how many clans were wiped out just yesterday.

The girl then fumbles through other non-medical pamphlets in the little wall display till she finds the one talking about the great shinobi, past and present. She unfolds it till her eyes light up and she shoves the paper into your hands. “That one. That’s Kakashi-sensei.”

“Sensei?” you ask with a raised brow.

“He was my sensei when I was a Genin. He’s super talented, amazing really. He had us play this game where we had to take a bell from him and when we tried it again a few years ago he weaved hand signs so fast his fingers were nothing but a blur!”

Without realizing it, your mouth fell open and your eyes pan down to the image of a silver haired ninja with 75% of his face covered. 

“How do you know what he looks like? All you can see is one eye.”

“He likes to cover his sharingan.”

The word’s significance doesn’t register so you press on, “And the rest of his face?”

She simply shrugs, “I dunno, it hasn’t stopped other women from liking him”

Something about her statement brings out a tinge of jealousy. You take another look at the pamphlet. As you take a second look you start to see the merits of the man. Despite the mask, you could tell he had a strong jawline from how it clings to his face. His figure was slender with poorly disguised biceps and his signature hair swoop was a flattering statement that paired nicely with the mysterious mask. After reconsideration you concede that the man is indeed attractive. 

“I guess you’re right. I can see why other women would like him.”

“So does that mean you think he’s cute?”

You roll your eyes, “Yes, I think he’s cute.”

“I knew you’d like him! Kakashi-sensei is the best!”

You offer a soft smile and begin to pull your pants back down so she can resume the physical. “So tell me more about him.”

“Well, he’s an amazing shinobi. Really respected. He graduated from the academy at 5, became a Jonin at 12, joined the Anbu at 13 and served them for 10 years before becoming my sensei.”

“Sounds impressive but a little scary. Is he nice?”

“He’s really nice! You wouldn’t think so since he’s been through a lot but he’s really big on teamwork and protecting his friends. Sometimes he’s a little withdrawn cause he doesn’t like all the attention but he’s a real stand up guy.”

That last bit makes you happy and she can see it on your face.  Sakura directs you to hop up on the exam table. 

“When was the last time you were checked?”

“It’s been a few years. I don’t really have a doctor back home.”

“Do you want me to perform the usual?”

“Yes please.”

“Feet in the stirrups and scooch to the edge of the table.”

You shift under the paper blanket she provided and do as she asks. 

“You’ll feel something cool slide in and then a little pressure. Try to relax.”

You nod and stare at the ceiling. “So when do I meet my so-called soulmate?”

“It’ll be a few weeks still. He’s been gone on a mission for the past four months.”

“Four months?! For a mission?”

“Sometimes we travel across several nations. It takes time.”

“You act like this is normal. Do shinobi usually have spouses and stuff?”

“Usually, but Kakashi sensei is different. He’s never had a girlfriend. He’s lost a lot of the people he’s loved. I don’t think he’s really allowed himself to entertain the idea. But you have a soulmark! He’s bound to fall for you. The gods have literally branded you for him.”

The pink haired ninja puts the sample she collected on her tray and signals for you to sit back up. 

“You make it all sound so romantic, like it’s destiny or something.”

“It is destiny. Just like me and Sasuke. We’ll be together one day, when he comes to his senses and returns home.”

“I don’t know who Sasuke is but I hope you’re right. You have me over here almost believing you.”

Sakura gives you a determined look solidifying her stance on the matter. “I’ll send this and your bloodwork off to the lab for testing but everything looks good down there. The rest of your physical shows you’re healthy. I’m going to send you over to Lady Tsunade so she can help you find housing and work.”

“Thank you Sakura.”

“And Y/N,” you turn your head to her, “Welcome to the Leaf.”

“Thank you.” you hum through your smile. After everything you went through yesterday and today, you’re glad to feel safe and offered a chance to live in the protection of one of the five great nations. 

After Sakura clears the room and you redress, your eyes glance over to the pamphlet left behind. Is he really as amazing as they say he is? Finishing the fastens of your clothes, your hands grab the pages and bring them close to your face. You scrutinize the image. He does look very handsome here, secret identity and all. You bet he’s even more handsome beneath the mask. 

“I wish I didn’t have to wait a few weeks to meet you.” you mutter to the paper, before folding it and tucking it away. It was nice to have something positive to think about after the horrors of 24 hours ago. With one last sweep of the medical room to make sure you didn’t forget anything, you exit the hospital and start for headquarters where the Hokage is waiting.

“So we’re going to put you here.” The painted red nail of the hokage points to a small apartment building near the center of town. “They’re not the most glamorous apartments but it should do for now. If you find a higher paying job, you are welcome to move.”

“Thank you Lady Tsunade.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“And what am I doing for work in the meantime?”

“One of the Anbu had mentioned you said something about being able to bake so I asked him to talk to one of the bakeries in town to see if they required any staff. Fortunately for us, they’re looking for someone. They’d like you to report at 4:30am so that you can finish the pastries before the morning rush.”

You nod, accepting the papers she hands over to you. One has a map of the village with several circles and two stars. One star over your new home, the other over your new job. The rest of the markings seem to indicate places to shop and eat. 

“I appreciate this Lady Tsunade. May I ask how long I’m allowed to stay?”

She looks you over, “As long as you’d like. Assuming you don’t cause trouble.” she adds with a wink.

“May I ask another question?”

“Sure.”

“Sakura mentioned something about her sensei. She said he was out on a mission for a few more weeks. Do you know when he’s supposed to return?”

“Kakashi? He’s scheduled to return in 16 days. Why?”

“She found a soulmark on my body. She thinks he and I are destined to be soulmates and while I don’t believe in that kind of stuff, I’d like to at least have an introduction. It can’t hurt, right?”

The hokage’s mouth falls open. “You have a soulmark?”

Shyness starts to creep in. “That’s what she said.”

“Oh, this is wonderful news! I’d love for Kakashi to finally have someone! Sure beats being single in your 50’s”

“He seems well liked.”

“He’s had a hard life. He lost a lot of people he admired and has limited his romantic interests to reading a book.” A questioning brow is raised at that last part. “He enjoys Jiraiya’s stupid romance books.” she says with an annoyed edge.

“Oh.”

“Anyways, in 16 days you’ll know for yourself. Also, good luck. You’re about to become a celebrity.”

“What on earth do you mean?”

“A foreigner with a soulmark for the Copy Ninja? You’ll be famous by the end of the week.”

Your back stiffens at the idea of being famous in a new city. You’ve never been one to enjoy notoriety, preferring peace and quiet instead. “Right, well, thank you my Lady. I have a lot to get acquainted with.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll check on you in a few days.”

“See you then.” you smile before slipping out of the tall door at the front of her office. Now that all the formalities are out of the way, you head out of the building and enjoy a peaceful walk home, free of the terrors of bandits and rogue shinobi. You didn’t fear the shadows the way you would’ve back home, just the prospect of your looming fame. You sincerely hope if your silly birthmark is going to make you the talk of the town, the man surrounding this gossip better be worth it, otherwise your second chance is going to be ruined by this soulmark business.

True to her word, Lady Tsunade is absolutely right. For the past two weeks, word of a woman with the Hatake clan crest as a soulmark on her hip spread through the village like the flu. A frustrating amount of traffic came through the front door of your new bakery job so people could meet the lucky woman destined for the gorgeous Kakashi of the Sharingan. 

One group of women that you had the displeasure of meeting, felt it necessary to mock you when you didn’t know Kakashi had a special eye that you never heard of. “Some soulmate, she doesn’t even know what a Sharigan is. Looks like the gods messed up on this one.”

You rolled your eyes and asked if they were ready for their order. If this is the kind of reception you receive before even meeting the man, how bad will it be if you actually do start dating him? One thing that has been comforting is that with this kind of buzz surrounding the man, including several visits from a certain blonde haired boy who happens to live in the same building as you, the man in question must be pretty great. You’d lie if you said you weren’t excited. You try to convince yourself that it’s all made up kids stuff but the warmth in your chest grows each time you think about meeting him. 

Your boss is thrilled with your new found celebrity status because it means a constant stream of traffic into his shop, something he hasn’t had in years. You almost feel a certain degree of pressure for the meeting between you and Kakashi to go well so that the line of people entering the bakery doesn’t stop. 

The days till Kakashi’s homecoming have flown by faster than expected. This particular night as you close the shop after your second shift of the day, a tuft of spiky blonde hair appears at the door. You notice through the kitchen window and put down the pans that you were scrubbing to go unlock the front door. 

“Evening Naruto!”

“Good Evening Sweet Lady!”

You smile and shake your head at your new nickname. “What can I help you with tonight?” you say, walking behind the counter. Naruto’s eyes wander over the case of treats before pointing to a few colorful balls. You grab a small plate and pull them out before passing them along to his outstretched hands. “Mind following me to the kitchen while I finish up?”

With an eager nod the two of you move to the back where you resume scrubbing out the mixing bowl and scouring the caramelized sugar off of the pans. 

“So what brings you by tonight? It can’t just be for the sweets cause your smile is too big.”

“Well, I heard Kakashi-sensei is headed back to the village. Apparently he’ll be here tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? That’s early.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d be excited.”

“I’m not-not excited. But I am very nervous.”

“Why?”

“Cause all I’ve heard for two weeks is how amazing this guy is. What if he doesn’t like me?”

“He will. We like you, so he’ll like you too.”

You fold the towel you were using to dry your hands. “That’s sweet of you but still, you can’t force a person’s feelings.”

Naruto sits himself on the counter and kicks his legs carefree. “I think, even without that mark, he’d like you. Anyways, if you want to run into him tomorrow, there’s a bar he usually goes to after missions. He likes their barbeque. If you go there, you’re sure to see him.”

You pull out the map Lady Tsunade gave you when you first came to the village, “Alright, circle it here. Let's see if true love exists.”

Happily the boy grabs a marker and puts a thick circle around the spot. You note it’s not too far from where you both live. “Do you mind showing me on the way home?”

“Sure thing sweet lady.”

You smile and look down. “Ready when you are.”

With that the boy jumps off the counter and follows you out the door. You stop to lock it behind him and close the metal gate over the door. Then you follow Naruto home with a brief stop at the Barbeque Bar you’ll be visiting tomorrow. 

The night has come. You try to keep your nerves calm but after the way the village has built up this moment, you can’t help but feel jittery. You did your hair in waves, wore a simple satin black dress with a cowl neckline, and kept the simplicity going with neutral makeup and light shimmer highlights. If you’re being honest, it’s the most effort you’ve ever put into your appearance even though the goal was simplicity. You’re not sure why you care so much. Maybe it’s cause of the excitement and buzz of the village, but you try to remember this isn’t something that you’d normally get worked up about. Yet, however hard you fight it your body trembles with nerves. Now the time has come and you sit at the bar by yourself, sipping on cold sake just to steel your nerves as the seconds tick towards meeting your soulmate. 

While thinking about how ridiculous you’re being, you notice the door open and in walks a six foot, slender man with tall silver hair, a black compression shirt, loose black sweats, and a black mask paired with a ninja’s headband covering his face. Your heart races as you see him before you. He’s gorgeous. The pictures in the pamphlet are insulting compared to how he looks in person.

Your back straightens and your cheeks flush. You’ve never seen someone as handsome as him. It makes the idea that he’s supposed to be interested in you ludicrous. You start to throw back your sake, trying to draw the courage to go sit next to him. Just as you finished and ordered a drink to carry over to him, You catch his eye. The flush that takes over is furious. The heat of his gaze has you sweating from its intensity. Then the other bartender brings over two shots and a drink for the man. 

Curiosity strikes you. From everything everyone said about him, you got the feeling that he wasn’t a big drinker. Even Naruto said he came here for the barbeque, so what’s with the three drinks on top of the drink he just finished?

You watch as the man throws back both shots before chasing them with the whiskey. The heavy drinking soured your opinion of him and you wondered if you should still go introduce yourself. Kakashi’s eye locks on you again but after seeing your hesitation he looks away. 

Unfortunately for you, a different girl approaches him. You recognize her as one of the girls who mocked you at the bakery. Your face scrunches as you see her lean against him. Having successfully caught the attention of the former Anbu the girl dares a glance at you, winking before carding her fingers through his hair. 

Hurt, you turn away. The bartender, who knew about your mark, gives you a look of sympathy. As you look back at the nice man, tears begin to well in your eyes.

“He doesn’t normally act like this.” the man defends.

You pull out your cash to pay your tab, and just as the tears spill past you say, “It’s not like he knew anyways.”

“Ma’am-”

“Don’t tell him about this, please.”

“I-of course.” The look on his face makes it all worse. The pity let you know exactly how broken you must appear. You tuck your chin trying to hide your face as the tears stream down. You don’t even wait for your change, you just turn and leave the building. Soon, the cool night air smacks your face as you step out of the bar on your hurried walk home. 

How dumb are you to think there’s such a thing as destiny or soulmates? You let the people of this village make  you believe in something so silly. Love isn’t some mystery destined by the Gods, you meet someone who feels like a friend and the affection grows. You just fooled yourself into thinking that this seemingly perfect pretty boy was somehow cosmically claimed by you. When all it took was some jealous hussy to flirt with him drunk to prove you were only kidding yourself and now you’ve turned yourself into the village joke. 

Everyone will know your shame in a day and you doubt he’ll even feel bad. However, even if by some chance he does, you don’t think you could find it in yourself to give him a chance. Not when his rejection hurts this much. Your foolish little lovesick fantasies that you tried so hard to pretend weren’t taking over your mind now haunt you. 

This silly little love game squashed the tragedies of your village. It let you focus on something happy instead of wallowing in the grief of all you’ve lost, but all that did was build up this man in your head. How could you be so stupid? Then you think about Sakura and Naruto. Will they still look at you in awe, their eyes full of love and affection? Or will they forget about you? Their attention turned to the woman straddling him in the bar tonight. Chills run down your arms as the frigid night air closes in on you. 

You speed walk home, allowing the tears to drip from your chin, not bothering to wipe them as your feet race forward. You shuffle up the stairs, breezing past Naruto who opens his door, and hurriedly unlock your own so you can slam it shut behind you. 

Your purse slumps onto the floor as your body slides down against the wood of the door. The sounds of Naruto’s feet can be heard outside and you swear you hear him inhale like he’s afraid to knock, but ultimately he chooses to walk away and you’re so grateful he does. Once his footfalls fade away your shoulders begin to shake. 

Seriously, how could you be so stupid? He’s gorgeous and talented. In what world would he be reserved for you? 

Of course you’d have competition. But the way everyone talked made it seem like he didn’t date or entertain women. You thought all you’d have to do is introduce yourself. But of course there would be women lining up to see him. How many girls looked at you with envy? How many women have had feelings for him longer than you? 

The only thing you can say with certainty is that you never want to think of the silver-haired dog again. 

Using the back of your hand, you wipe your face and get up to your feet. Pulling the silken fabric off your body as you walk towards your bedroom, you decide to put this whole Kakashi business behind you. You’ll focus on yourself and your fresh start in a new village like you should’ve from the beginning. You survived the Ishikozume gang for crying out loud. It’s gonna take more than a pretty face to crush you.

…at least that’s what you tell yourself.

Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I Masterlist

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Part I | Part 2 | Part 3

Requested by @hoohamaru. Original request here.

Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x civilian reader

Summary: Kakashi's father tells his son the clan's secret when Kakashi is at the mere age of six years old. They're able to identify their soulmate when they're able to read their mind. And it just so happens that Kakashi would meet his after 20 years of learning the clan secret.

Oranges, bananas, apples …. 

The kids in front of Kakashi kept weaving around the crowd, excited to get to Ichiraku. Kakashi almost forgot about the farmer’s market big sale. They had brought merchants from various lands, giving the villagers an opportunity to buy rare foods and items. 

Oh! This will make a nice kale salad! 

Kakashi’s eyebrows furrowed, his eyes flickering off the book to see who was talking so loudly. Their voice basically sounded like as if they were next to his ear. 

There were many voices floating around them, but this one seemed particularly loud, and a small echo followed it. 

Wow! Look at those peaches! They’re huge! 

Kakashi turned to the peaches stand, a whole bunch of people surrounding it as it was a rare fruit out of season. He didn’t see anybody making any wild movements and the voices he tried to match with moving lips didn’t sound like the earlier one. 

“Kakashi-sensei! Come on, slow poke!” 

Kakashi’s head twisted forward again, Naruto waving an arm in the air with the two others behind him walking away. He sighed, rubbing the exposed part of his forehead before trucking forward again. 

Maybe they’ll have chocolates from Yugakure! 

That’s oddly specific, Kakashi thought, but he ignored the booming voice as he caught up with his students. 

Those people can deal with the loudmouth themselves. 

Kakashi melted into the crowd, unbeknownst he missed the opportunity to see that the person he heard never moved their lips at all. 

・┈・┈・

Kakashi barely remembered what his mom was like. 

He had vague memories of a woman standing at the kitchen sink, humming softly, as she washed dishes or washing off the dirt on the vegetables she would use for later. 

Memories of a lilting laugh, the soft warmth of a body holding him to fall asleep, the smell of home cooked meals. Blurry images of his father laughing at the dinner table, of shared, loving looks between two parents, and the happy barking of dogs. 

Visions of a woman who ruffled his hair, who told him how much she loved him, who would sing him and their dogs to sleep, and his father kissing the side of her head. 

Then, one day, she was just gone. 

He did vividly remember the vacant look on his father’s face, the way his sunny personality suddenly turned cold, and the red-rimmed eyes after a sleepless night. Kakashi did recall hearing his father sob many nights when he thought Kakashi was fast asleep, the whines of the pups, and the devastating realization that he would never see his mother again. 

Then, when Obito once told him a secret that he knew Rin was “The One,” Kakashi decided to turn to the person who knew everything. 

So at dinnertime, with the ninken scattered around them after eating their own dinner, Kakashi spoke up. 

“Dad, how did you know Mama was ‘The One’?” 

Sakumo froze, chopsticks in mid-air as he registered his son’s words. Kakashi just shoved more food in his mouth as he waited. Then, a laugh spouted out of his dad’s mouth. “My, what brought this on? Have a crush of your own?” Sakumo reached over with his chopsticks for a piece of beef. 

“No, Obito said that Rin was The One today.” 

Sakumo chuckled lowly, shaking his head. “Wow, kind of young for that thing, no?” 

Kakashi shrugged his shoulders. 

His dad smiled gently at him as he set his chopstick down. “Well, maybe it’s time to tell you the clan’s secret.” 

Kakashi’s eyes widened as he immediately sat up straight. “We have a clan secret?” 

Sakumo winked at his son, a finger to his lips. “The best secret.” A sad smile sat on his lips. “Want to hear it?” 

Kakashi set aside his chopsticks and nodded eagerly. “This will have to do with Mama?” 

Sakumo nodded his head. “Yup. And maybe for your future partner too.” 

“Partner?” Kakashi’s head tilted, his hair flopping just so. 

His father only laughed heartily. “Definitely too young to think about it for you. But I’ll tell you me and your mom’s story. And the clan secret.” 

Kakashi sat up on his knees, fists on his thighs as he got ready for what seemed like the most important conversation ever. 

Sakumo looked out the window briefly, noting the Sakura petals falling gently. “It was on a day like this. I was walking down the farmer’s market when I heard….” 

Kakashi’s eyes shone as Sakumo recounted his father and mother’s first meeting. He gripped onto the story like his life depended on it, putting it away for safekeeping, along with the clan’s secret, so he could come back to it and revisit a pleasant memory. A hopeful story. 

Even if it ended abruptly, he knew his father and mother were happy together. Surrounding each other like orbits, the sun and a planet, the moon and the ocean waves. 

Because they were made for each other. 

And the concept of soulmates was introduced to Kakashi at the mere age of six, not knowing that exactly twenty years later, he would meet his own. 

・┈・┈・

They were being summoned for a mission. 

Kakashi guided his genin towards the Hokage Tower, already recognizing the signs of Naruto’s restlessness and Sasuke’s shoulders tightening from annoyance. Sakura thankfully ignored the two boys, walking in between them to act as a barrier so they wouldn’t go at it before the mission even started. 

“I hope it’s a super cool mission and not one like pulling weeds like last time!” Naruto said, punching his fist in the air as he skipped forward. 

“It would be nice to have a bit of a challenge, I suppose,” Sakura said. 

Kakashi let them drone on as his eyes stayed on the pages of his book, following behind them with his free hand in his pocket. He didn’t look up until Asuma called out for him. 

Kakashi looked up as Asuma approached him to clasp a hand on his shoulder. Kakashi chuckled as Asuma said his greeting. He could see Team 10 up ahead catching up with his own team, goofing around as Sakura and Ino hung back to talk to each other. 

“Going on a mission?” Asuma said, dropping his hand to grab a cigarette from his packet, lighting it up. 

Kakashi nodded, putting his book away. “Yeah, we’re being summoned right now.” 

Asuma nodded, puffing air out of the corner of his mouth, cigarette dangling on the edge of his lip as he put his lighter away. He chuckled, taking the stick out of his mouth. “Maybe you’ll get to meet the old man’s new secretary. My recommendation.” 

The sound of their footsteps and the kids’ laughter up ahead distracted Kakshi for a second before his brain caught up. “Wait, a new secretary?” He couldn’t remember the last time the Third had one of those. 

Asuma smiled crookedly as he nodded. “Yes, today’s her first day. I met her when I was in the Guardian Ninja. We ended up in her village for a while and became quite close after. She’s a bit reserved and demure so please be nice to her.” 

“Oh?” Kakashi tilted his head to the side, smirking underneath his mask. 

Asuma rolled his eyes. “No trolling, Kakashi.” 

He chuckled. “Of course not. We don’t want to scare her away. Where she from?” 

“Yugakure.” 

Kakashi rose an eyebrow. “They’re … pretty passive.” Asuma nodded. “And she wanted to work here? One of the biggest shinobi villages?” Skepticism washed over his face. 

Asuma laughed. “She wanted to see the world. I told her it would be good for her.” Smoke billowed out his mouth as he took his cigarette out of his mouth. “She should know what it’s like out in the real world. They’re quite sheltered there to be honest.” 

“And it’s her first day?” 

“Yup.” 

“And she has no idea what she’s getting into?” 

“Nope.” 

“You’re an ass,” Kakashi said. 

Asuma barked out a laugh, not denying his words even a little bit. 

・┈・┈・

Kakashi didn’t know what to expect from the Third’s new secretary, but it certainly wasn’t this. 

When they first entered the Hokage’s office, Kakashi noticed a woman standing by the Third’s desk, a clipboard in hand and a soft smile. Unassuming, gorgeous, and quiet. 

Then, he heard her. 

Aw, they’re so cute! I can’t believe I was nervous in the first place! 

Kakashi nearly tripped on his two feet as they stopped in front of the Hokage. Did he really hear that? He glanced at his genin out of the corner of his eye, and they made no indication that they heard what she said. 

Okay ... Maybe he needed to get more sleep then. 

As the Hokage spoke, Kakashi kept glancing over at the woman. Hiruzen introduced her as his new secretary, and Kakashi was proud of his genin when they bowed respectfully towards her, even if Sakura did have to elbow Naruto into doing it. The young woman giggled, and that stirred something within Kakashi that he couldn’t quite explain. 

Then the Third moved on as if Kakashi wasn’t intrigued to learn more after his auditory hallucination. 

The mission was simple. Thieves and bandits were targeting a tiny village up north, and the village head had requested Konohagakure for help. The thieves would be dangerous, but they weren’t shinobi, so Kakashi wasn’t that concerned. The kids seemed excited for something new, and Kakashi had faith in his team to handle this. 

Wait, the Hokage is seriously going to send kids on this mission?! What kind of job did I sign up for?! 

Kakashi glanced at the Third’s secretary, blinking as her lips stayed sealed and a serene smile graced her lips, eyes curved in half-moons. 

Wait, there it was again! Was he going crazy? 

Lightning zapped through him, an epiphany finally lighting up, and he straightened up even further. 

Was she—? 

No! 

He didn’t even want to think about it right now. He didn’t know what to do. This couldn’t be real. 

Kakashi bowed to the Hokage, accepting the request. 

Ugh, and their sensei doesn’t even question it? Does he even care?! 

Kakashi stood up fast, eye widened at the implication. She scribbled in her small clipboard, her face betraying nothing. 

Of course he did! 

This was just … normal to them. He took a deep breath. He remembered where Asuma said she was from, and he had to remind himself that of course she would think a lowly ranked mission like this was troubling. 

Besides, the mission wasn’t that dangerous. At least it was nothing compared to the missions he was given when he was their age. 

He gave a side glance to his genin, watching as Naruto picked his nose, Sasuke scowled off to the side, and Sakura twirled a piece of her hair around her finger as she snuck glances at Sasuke. 

On second thought, maybe a cat rescue mission should’ve been better suited … 

Still, even after her troubling thoughts, she wished them all good luck. “Be careful and come back safely!” she said, lifting a hand as she said her goodbyes. 

The kids waved at her, but Kakashi paused. When was the last time someone said something like that to him? She tilted her head in question as he just stared back at her. Then, he gave his famous close-eyed smile and shut the door behind him. 

What an odd man, he heard. 

Kakashi sighed internally. 

Yeah, he deserved that. 

・┈・┈・

When they came back from their successful mission, Kakashi couldn’t wait to run into the Third’s secretary again. 

He wondered if she had adjusted more in the last two weeks they had been gone. He just needed to confirm that he hadn’t gone insane and hadn’t hallucinated the entire thing. 

It’s times like this he wished his father was alive. 

Was that clan secret his father told him so long ago really true? He had almost forgotten about it until that woman came into his life. Even then, it was hard to believe he hadn’t dreamt up the whole thing. As he perched on the roof across the Hokage Tower, he watched through the windows for an opportunity to make his debut. 

As the Hokage left the office, he watched amusedly as the young woman fluttered about the office. She pulled at her hair when she saw the mountain of paperwork that the Third had neglected, cleaned up his desk for him, and kicked at the desk in frustration when she dropped a pile of loose paper. A chuckle escaped his lips, and then he jumped over. 

It was but a murmur mere moments ago, but now the voice came through clear, as if his head had broken above water after listening to everything muffled for so long. Stupid Hokage always making a mess of things! And I know he said I didn’t have to but look at all this! Someone has to look after him! And Asuma said this would be easy, that bastard! 

Kakashi eased the window open before jumping in. She gasped loudly and turned around, eyes widened in fear as she gripped some of the papers to her chest. 

“Yo!” he said, a hand up as his eye squinted into a smile. 

Oh. It’s that guy, she thought in a deadpanned voice. 

Kakashi blinked his eye open, surprised to see a serene smile on her face. She composed herself rather quickly. 

“Good afternoon. Did you have an appointment with the Hokage?” 

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck. “Not really, but I had a report to submit.” 

She looked at him with even eyes, her lips still tilted upwards. “What rank was the mission?” 

“C …” 

He saw her eye slightly twitch, but that same smile stayed planted on her lips. “Did he personally ask you to submit it in person?” I swear all that is holy if he didn’t ... 

Kakashi shrank a bit, hunching over as his hands went into his pockets. “Well, no …” 

“I was informed that mission reports ranked B to D can be submitted to the Mission Assignment Desk on the second floor.” She pointed her pen towards the ground to indicate a lower level. Seriously?! How much rude can you be to just barge into the Hokage’s office?! Does he think he’s special? 

Kakashi shifted on one foot. “I mean, since I’m here …” 

She inhaled deeply, clearly trying to calm herself down, and ran a hand through her hair. “If the Hokage doesn’t seem to have a problem with it, then okay. But please follow procedure for the next time unless he specifically asked you to report in person.” She rose an eyebrow at him. “Got it?” She placed the pile of paper she had grabbed earlier and set it at the corner of the Hokage’s desk. 

Kakashi stood at attention, his face feeling all hot. He swallowed. “Got it.” 

She smirked, turning away. 

Good, so he can follow orders, she thought, and for some reason, that zapped lightning down his back. As she opened the door, she glanced back over her shoulder. “Oh, and next time, please use the door like a normal person.” 

Kakashi couldn’t help the grin forming under his mask. 

・┈・┈・

He relaxed his shoulders, shoving his hands into his pockets, as he casually strolled along. 

Was this stalking? 

No, he was just researching. 

Investigating. 

This could be his … 

He hesitated at the last word. 

Kakashi couldn’t believe that the clan secret was real. There was no denying it now. He had hung out with her, who he now dubbed as Peaches, plenty of times with his friend group within the last month. Just being within her orbit helped him learn a lot about her. 

Her favorite snack was peaches. He would always see one in her hand when she was running around, or when she would sit down for a break and enjoy the cool breeze outside. He heard her amusing snarky remarks in her mind whenever they were around friends, especially towards Ebisu. She disliked how the village treated Naruto and would try her best to be a positive adult in his life. She sometimes wondered if the Hokage even knew what he was doing with the kid. 

Kakashi tried really hard not to pry too much, but sometimes he would catch her thinking about her family. Something must have happened with her younger brother since she grieved a lot about him whenever she saw Naruto. She always thought how he reminded her of her little brother. 

Whenever those thoughts arose, Kakashi would find an excuse to leave the friend group so he could respect her privacy as much as he could. 

Even if he didn’t know exactly what happened, he had a feeling he could relate. After all, he still blamed himself for his friends’ deaths. 

And she seemed so bright and hopeful, the opposite of him, and wondered how could this person really be his other half? Did he even deserve this? What if he wasn’t good enough for her? 

Did a person like him really deserved something so meaningful like love? 

He came back to reality when he heard her again. 

Hmm … bananas, chocolate, eggs, spinach, ramen … oooh! Some pork and tofu to make something special for Friday? 

Friday? What’s happening on Friday? 

Kakashi turned to glance at a fruit stand, keeping an eye out on the young woman. 

And maybe some wine! Yes! Then I can finally finish Make-Out Paradise! 

Kakashi nearly tripped on his next step as soon as he heard that thought. Catching himself, his cheeks heated at the thought of her reading any of that. Curiosity licked at his heels as he found himself drawing closer to her. 

Before he knew it, he was standing before her after she had paid the merchants, blinking up at him with those cute wide eyes. “Yo, Peaches! Let me get those bags for you.” 

That little signature scowl of hers took over her features as she huffed, “That is not my name! How many times do I have to tell you?” 

Kakashi only grinned as he took her bags away, and she easily let him do it. 

This was almost a routine for them. He had teased her about the nickname ever since he caught her with a few peaches at one of his favorite reading spots in the park, peach juice dripping off her chin as she tried to quickly clean herself up when she noticed him. 

Peaches claimed she didn’t like the nickname, but once while tipsy at a bar, she thought sadly how he hadn’t called her it all night. That thought brought a fire to his heart he didn’t know he had, feeling more alive that day as it was technically her first confession that she liked something he did for her and her only. Now he was determined to always call her that, wanting to see that cute little pout of hers whenever he said it. 

Peaches now walked beside him as they treaded back to her house. “Thank you for the help,” she said, a small smile on her lips. 

Kakashi shrugged. “Don’t mention it.” 

As they walked in comfortable silence, kids yelling in the distance caught their attention. They turned to see Ino, Choji, and Shikamaru hanging with Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto. They laughed loudly at something Naruto did, and Kakashi was surprised to see a small smile on Sasuke’s face. 

“You know, I see the way you favor him over the others,” she said, tilting her chin up and frowning. 

Kakashi blinked and turned his attention back to Peaches. “Uh ... who?” 

She scowled up at him. “Sasuke, obviously!” She shook her head. The kids’ voices faded the more they walked, turning a left on the trail. The summer breeze brushed against their cheeks, the sun hanging below the horizon, and the sky turning into a blend of beautiful colors. Peaches smiled, looking ahead. “They all have crazy potential. Don’t forget that you can focus on more than one student, okay?” 

Kakashi’s cheeks heated in shame. “Do I really favor Sasuke that much?” 

She laughed. “I’m not a shinobi, but even I see it. I hear about it too.” She gave him a side-eye, then put a finger up to her lips, a smile forming underneath it. He wondered if her lips were as soft as he imagined. “But I’m no snitch.” 

“Noted,” he said, smiling back down at her. 

She grinned up at him. “I just want you to think more about the students in your care. I know you have that Sharingan and all, but your skills are beyond that. You have the ability to really make those children flourish.” 

Kakashi nudged her shoulder. “Thought you were against all this shinobi stuff.” 

She sighed. “I am. But if they’re going to be out there, they might as well be trained as well as they could be.” 

When they finally approached her house, she reached her hands out for her bags. Kakashi gave them to her, their fingers brushing, making his skin prickle with excitement. “Thank you again, Kakashi.” She met his eyes, smiling softly. 

He reached over to pinch her nose. “Anytime, Peaches.” 

She pouted for a second before giggling. 

 He’s silly ... but it’s kind of cute. 

Kakashi rode that high for the rest of the evening. 

・┈・┈・

It was becoming addicting. 

Coming back and learning more about her. Even if it counted as a cheat code, he didn’t care. Her thoughts consumed his whole being, feeling closer to her than ever before. 

His eyes fluttered shut when he heard her, the sound alone calming his anxieties and worries. 

Weeks flew by and Peaches began integrating into the village more easily. She was closest to Asuma, but they acted more like siblings than anything else. Plus, everyone knew that he was secretly dating Kurenai. Peaches was second closest to her. 

Kakashi wondered plenty of times when he should try to cross that line of becoming more than friends. Although, they were always bickering in public, their friends sometimes making fun of them, he wanted to turn the tables. 

Luckily, that opportunity fell into his lap one night at a party hosted by Asuma. 

When Kakashi arrived, he didn’t expect some of his comrades to already be tipsy. He supposed he could’ve come earlier. 

Peaches stood by the kitchen counter, holding a red cup as Gemma laughed next to her, his shoulders jostling as she hid a small smile behind her drink. 

Kakashi almost instinctively rolled his eyes. That was a new development he didn’t really like. Ever since Genma became more comfortable around Peaches, he had been trying to flirt with her mercilessly. She always seemed uneasy about it, laughing it off. Not because she thought he came off as creepy, but in her thoughts, “This must be some type of joke since there are way prettier girls that he could get.” 

He didn’t really understand that mindset, but at least he knew that Peaches wasn’t really reciprocating Genma’s advances. 

Kakashi walked over to Anko, who was currently glaring at Asuma and Kurenai. “What’s up your butt, Anko?” he said, running his hand through his hair. 

Anko pouted, taking a sip out of her drink. “I’m not sure. Me and Kurenai got into it earlier.” 

Kakashi rose an eyebrow. “About ...?” 

Anko’s face flushed and she looked away, picking invisible lint off her sleeve, holding her cup steady. “Nothing, forget it.” 

Kakashi let it go for now, although he had always wondered about Kurenai and Anko before Asuma came into the picture. No one really talked about it, but he supposed that no one really thought about it after Asuma started taking interest in Kurenai and she in turn. 

An hour after everyone had arrived, Genma had proposed a drinking game. Peaches excitedly sat down on one of the zen pillows when everyone made a circle. The game was Never Have I Ever. The game was going smoothly, the questions varying from mild to risky, until all hell broke loose. 

It almost seemed like Kurenai and Anko were going back and forth between questions that were obviously pointed toward each other. Asuma’s eyes widened as he finally realized what was happening. Guy scratched his head, unsure of the events unfolding before them, and Ebisu coughed awkwardly into his arm. The questions just kept getting bolder than the next. 

Anko glared at Kurenai, determined to get her back. “Well, never have I ever had sex in the supplies closet at the Hokage Tower!” 

Guy’s eyes bugged out as Genma spit out his drink. 

Kurenai’s face went red, and Asuma suddenly became fascinated with his cup. “Th-That’s too specific!” 

“That’s the point, dummy!” 

“Whoa, whoa!” Genma finally interjected, his hands up with one hand still wrapped around his red cup. “How about you guys just shorten to ‘never have I ever had sex.’” 

Anko glowered from the floor. “Fine. Never have I ever had sex.” 

Genma nodded and stood back, satisfied he dismantled a bomb. 

Kakashi noticed Peaches sat there, looking like a deer frozen after hearing a noise. Even if he tried his hardest to figure out how to give her privacy, he couldn’t tune out her thoughts, and he greedily took it in. 

Oh, gods, what do I do?! Everyone is taking a sip! 

Kakashi had his lips already at the rim of his cup, unfazed by the question. But when he heard her next thought, he almost spit out his drink. 

I’ve never had sex with anyone! I mean, does oral count?! 

Kakashi’s cheeks flushed, not realizing he would be privy to these kind of thoughts. The questions before, while dirty, didn’t arise this reaction out of her. He avoided her gaze, coughing slightly as he tried to keep his composure. 

Even Guy is drinking! I’m going to look like a weirdo if I don’t …! 

His eyes flitted to Guy, who happily took a huge gulp. 

Kakashi supposed this confirmed that the blind date he set Guy up on a few years ago must’ve been a success. Guy had refused to “kiss and tell.” 

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and noticed Kurenai watching Peaches. She smiled back, although it was off, and brought her cup to her lips. 

Oh, please let oral count. I don’t think I can handle this embarrassment! 

She slammed her eyes shut and took a swig, her hand propping her up from the floor closing into a fist. Kurenai looked away and scowled at Anko, who promptly stuck her tongue out. 

Hope they bought it … 

Kakashi tried not to think about what he heard. The excitement that shot through his body made him feel gross and he shook away the dirty thoughts as she sat up on her knees on the zen pillow. 

“Not to be a party pooper, but can we be done with this game?” Kurenai asked, putting her empty cup down. 

“Why? Because you—” 

Ebisu covered Anko’s mouth from behind, smiling. “Let’s move on to the next game then!” 

Tension released from Peaches’s shoulders and she put her own cup down, shaking her hands. Thank the gods … 

“Seven minutes in heaven!” called Kotetsu, grinning as he finally came over from the kitchen with an empty glass bottle. He put the beer bottle in the middle of the circle, laughing like a cartoon villain. 

“Uh, excuse me, some of us might not even want to—” 

Peaches perked up, tilting her head. “What’s this game about?” 

“You’re about to find out!” Kotetsu said cheerily, spinning the bottle. 

Kakashi held his breath as it slowed around his girl—his girl? he thought—and let out a sigh of relief when it landed on Izumo. 

“Shocker,” Anko said in a flat voice before snickering into her cup. 

“Cool,” Kotetsu said, pulling up his friend and taking him over to a supply closet in the small hallway. 

She looked around, blinking. “Wait, what are they doing?” 

“Timer starts now!” called Anko as she looked at the clock on the wall. 

Asuma turned to her, smirking. “Seven minutes in heaven is when two people go in a closet and make out for seven minutes.” 

Her eyes grew as big as the full moon outside. “M-Make-out?” 

Kurenai nodded. “Yup!” she said, popping the ‘p’ at the end. 

Her face went completely scarlet as she looked down. “That’s so … I mean …” She looked up and hunched down a little as if she were telling a secret, eyebrows drawn up. “… in front of everyone?” she whispered. 

Guy laughed, clapping her on the back and she jolted forward with the action. She about spilled her drink before she caught it, glaring at Guy over her shoulder. 

“Little lotus, you are too innocent sometimes.” 

“Sheltered,” she corrected, her cheeks dusting with a pink color. She scowled. “I’m not as inexperienced as you think!” 

“Oho, really now?” Genma said, a teasing lilt in his voice that Kakashi did not like. His grip tightened on his cup as Genma came to take the empty spot next to her. “What if we end up going in together then?” 

Anko laughed out loud, slapping her thigh as she looked at Genma. “You can’t be serious! You’ll destroy her!” 

“What?!” she squeaked out, her face as red as a tomato now. “What does that even mean?!” 

Kakashi inwardly groaned, rubbing his forehead as he tried to take calm breaths. 

I can’t go in with Genma! He’ll laugh at me! She sat up and her eyes swung around the room until they found Kakashi’s. 

He blinked, staring back at her. Her face took over a pleading look and he wondered what she was trying to communicate. Kakashi! He’s the only one I would feel comfortable going in there with! Can he tell? 

His eye softened and he was about to smile when she finished her thought. 

I could knee him in the balls if he tried anything! 

Kakashi had to cough just to cover up his laugh. Ah, maybe he’s starting to understand why she didn’t go for Genma. He thought that maybe Genma intimidated her. But was that a good or a bad thing that she felt she could knee him in the balls? 

After Anko yelled at the boys to come out, they started the spinning again. Anko’s turn was next, and it landed on Kurenai. Kurenai looked like she was about to blow up, but Anko only told her to hurry up to get it over with. Peaches looked after them curiously, and then Genma suggested that she spun next so the next couple would be ready to go. 

Peaches spun the bottle, and it seemed like time slowed down as it kept swinging around and around. 

Until the unthinkable happened. 

The bottle spun and spun until it slowed to a stop in front of Kakashi. 

Her jaw dropped for a quick second before she collected herself. 

“Shame,” Genma said as she stood up, dusting herself off. 

She glared down at him as he smirked up at her. “Ha ha, very funny.” 

Kakashi lifted himself off the ground, suddenly wondering if this was a good idea or not. Of course he wasn’t going to make her do this if she didn’t want to, but being boxed in would not help with the temptation. 

Okay, you can DO this! You can tell him off that nothing will happen! Everyone knows we don’t get along! 

Kakashi frowned, happy to have the mask cover his reaction at the thought. Was his assumption that they playfully bickered wrong all along? Now he was second guessing all their interactions. Just because she seemed to have a misconception about him didn’t mean they didn’t get along … right? Well, now he’s going to have to work on that aspect too. 

Anko came back with a flushed Kurenai, smiling smugly at Asuma, who only rolled his eyes. When she caught sight of who was next, she perked up. “Oooh~ Enemies to lovers, huh?” 

“Not really enemies,” Kakashi murmured. 

“It’s not like that! It’s a game!” she huffed, her cheeks flushed red as she walked past Kakashi in a rush. 

Anko rose her eyebrows and then looked back at the group as they all whooped and hollered. Kakashi rolled his eyes and shook them off as he followed the young woman to the supply closet. He let her enter first, and Anko wiggled her eyebrows excitedly as Peaches turned to look at her from the inside of the supplies closet. Kakashi tilted his head, wondering what that look was about. 

They watched Anko slowly close the door, the ray of light that the gap provided diminishing second by second. 

Until the door clicked close. 

And there they stood. 

In complete darkness. 

Why am I so nervous? Do I actually want him to kiss me? she thought. No! I shouldn’t think like that! He probably doesn’t even think of me that way. I’m like a little sister to him. Besides, who cares?! He reads Make-Out Paradise in public! What kind of person reads those in public unless they want to be called a pervert?! 

Kakashi almost chuckled at her inner dialogue. Oh? Does his Peaches have a slight crush on him? Could this be the moment he had been waiting for? He heard her shuffle in the dark. 

Kakashi’s fingers lifted, and he slowly rolled down his mask. Her thoughts only deepened his confidence in his actions. 

Oh, gods, why does he have to smell so good?! 

He smirked at that, using it to his advantage as he crowded closer to her. “Peaches,” he said softly, his voice having a slight rasp. 

“Don’t call me that!” she hissed, hands clenching behind her as she felt him near her. “I have a name, you know!” 

But seriously, why is his voice so sexy? This is ridiculous! It’s Kakashi! 

Kakashi’s hands reached out, finding her arms. She sucked in a breath as his fingers followed up her arm and then down until he moved to grab her waist. She let out a cute, little squeak when he pushed her back against the wall, coats rustling and hangers clanging against each other as they bumped into them. 

He leaned in, his lips barely grazing her ear. Her eyes widened when she realized his lips were naked. He took his mask down! For her? No, no way. 

She found purchase on his arms, gripping tightly and feeling his hard muscles underneath his shirt. Her knees weakened as he whispered his next words. 

“Do I make you nervous?” 

Her eyes fluttered closed as goosebumps erupted across her flesh, shivering at the way his lips grazed against her skin. Her hands tightened even further around his arms. His nose ran down the column of her neck, and she moved it to the side to give him more room. “Fuck, you smell good,” he said huskily. 

A tiny whimper escaped her mouth, and that about undid all his self-restraint. “Peaches, you gotta push me away if you don’t want me to kiss you.” 

Kiss me, kiss me, goddamnit I want him to kiss me! 

Before he could act on it, he felt two of her palms slide to his chest, hands clenching the fabric of his shirt into her fists. He stilled, waiting for her to do the next move. Her stance poised as if she could push him away or pull him in. 

Oh, gods, what do I do? Would it be awkward if we ended up kissing? I want him to kiss me, does he really want that? Or is this part of the game?! Are we just drunk? 

Her fists pressed further into his chest, and he wondered if this was her way of saying no. He almost helped to take a step back, but then— 

Ah, fuck it! 

As she pulled him down towards her, his hands planting themselves against the wall beside her head, the door flung open. 

“TIME’S UP!” Anko shouted, a giddiness lacing through her laughter. 

Peaches jumped in her skin and shoved him away. He scrambled to pull his mask up before she started to yell at her friends for making her sit in a closet with the village pervert! 

“Hey, now!” he called out as he exited the closet. 

He noted how her cheeks flushed red and the way she avoided his gaze. “Oh, shut up, we all see what you’re reading! It’s not like you try to hide it!” 

“The romance is very sweet!” 

“As if you only read it for that! It’s written by Jiraiya for Pete’s sake!” 

Genma laughed as he got in between them, his hands stretched outwards as if to tell both of them to cool it. “All right, all right, we get it. You two hate each other and not even a little game could make you get along.” 

“I resent that!” Kakashi said, plopping down next to Guy. He snuck a drink in before pulling his mask back up quickly. “I don’t hate Peaches!” 

She let out a frustrated sound, throwing her hands up as she walked off to the other side of his house. “That’s not my name, pervert!” 

“OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod! I almost kissed THE Kakashi Hatake! What is wrong with me?! When did he get so hot?! 

Honestly, he didn’t know how much longer he could take this before he snapped. 

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Pretty Young Thing

Retired!Older! Kakashi Hatake x AFAB!Kunoichi! Reader

***This piece is rated M for MATURE. 18+ entry only***

Warnings: Age gap (like 20+ years dude fr it's a GAP), longing, Kakashi being smitten, Kakashi being awkward and emotionally constipated, penetrative sex (p in v), fingering, cum eating, pussy slapping, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, people), squirting, overstimulation, VERY BRIEF dd/lg dynamic (I COULDN'T RESIST I'M SORRY)

Word Count: 4.5k

Author's Note: So. This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble about Kakashi getting older and retiring and being interested in a cute, young, you. However, I couldn't stop my brain from braining and my hands from typing. It was gonna be less than 500 words. I don't know WHAT possessed me, but here I am.

ENJOY~

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He's been forced into retirement. At least, that's what he tells everyone for the first few years, unable to fight the urge to get out in the field at every opportunity and being shot down. He sticks around the academy, and they allow him to still teach and help the next generation of ninja grow into well-rounded shinobi, for two reasons: he's an incredibly skilled and talented ninja that can pass on all of his skills, and he goes absolutely stir crazy trying to find something to do with his life after finishing Icha Icha.

Truthfully, he'd finished the series within the first 48 hours of his retirement, then re-read the damn series twice over before he finally got sick of it all. He couldn't take the lack of, well, anything.

Throughout his life he's fought countless battles, lost loved ones, and even the war took its toll on his body and his mind. But he misses it. Misses the action, misses the rush and the thrill. He's restless. His fingers twitch when he's sitting for too long, his legs bouncing and tapping on the floor when he's stood still in the kitchen waiting for a meal to finish on the stove. Even cooking can't seem to keep him occupied enough.

But he manages, eventually. Runs and works out in almost all of his free time, waking up at the crack of dawn to train himself for nothing every morning. Cooks every single meal and even bakes more desserts than he could possibly eat in his lifetime, brings all of his extra cupcakes and pies to his students when he finally has a new class. Not a team, no, he's been relegated to indoor classroom settings only. Nothing that could get him out in the field. And he tries to read new books. Nothing really catches his eye though, not enough to gerner his attention like he needs it to.

But then you show up.

You, a pretty young thing that's moved from the Hidden Mist village to come teach the young about your own village's history. It's part of the new initiative Naruto put in, once he'd finally reached his dream of becoming Hokage and got the village back in order. You're part of a group of eight shinobi, two from each major village, who were assigned to Konoha to begin a sort of fusion between the villages. Eight of the leaf's shinobi were sent out to the other villages as well.

He'd only managed to notice you while he was dropping off some of those extra desserts he'd made to occupy his time. You caught his eye like sunlight through stained glass, displaying to the students a few water-style jutsu that the Mist had perfected long ago and passed down through generations. He was mesmerized. You moved like the tides, body fluid like water, graceful and powerful. Clearly you'd mastered these techniques on an entirely different level, the motions so fluent you could probably do them in your sleep.

That's all it took for him to latch onto you. He's infatuated, really. After watching the demonstration, he actually offers you and your students the lemon-raspberry cookies he'd made last night. He talked with you for what must have been hours after that, all your classes having finished for the day and you strolled through Konoha. It was your first day, you'd said, and you were still trying to figure out the layout of the village.

"It's a lot bigger than the Mist. I didn't know what to expect if I'm being honest. I got here yesterday afternoon, and got lost on the way to school this morning." You laugh then, and he finds himself laughing with you. He offers to give you an escort whenever you find yourself needing one, offers to show you all the good food and the prettiest spots to laze in the sun.

It's about three months in that he finds himself actively looking for you during his morning run through the village. Not around the village, not anymore, ever since you'd moved here. He changed his entire running route to be able to spot you if you'd gotten lost, and then detoured to get you back on the path to school. Hell, he even walks you all the way to the front door of your classroom.

It takes him far too long to admit to himself that he's developing romantic feelings for you.

And he's a little ashamed about the whole thing.

He knows he's getting older, mid-late forties, dangerously close to fifty but he won't admit that to anyone if they ask. If his hair weren't already white, it'd be noticeably graying. His body's gotten just a little softer with age, but he stays as active as he can. He won't deny he's no spring chicken.

But you're young, maybe a little over half his age, can't be older than thirty. It's...strange. You're younger than any of Team 7, who he considers his children, but somehow you've circumvented that entirely. Maybe it's because he hadn't watched you grow up, maybe it's because you seem so accomplished and put-together, maybe it's because he still feels like he's a younger man than he is. But it's strange.

It's strange, and he feels a little guilty, especially when he's all alone late at night and his mind wanders a little too far back to Icha Icha. Especially when he's tenting his boxers and rubbing one out to ease the tension and suddenly all he can see in his mind is you. Especially when the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck, because he knows what people say and think about an age gap that large.

"When have you ever cared about what other people think, Kakashi?" Yamato tilts his head, pulling the emptying bottle of sake from his white-haired friend's hands.

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Besides, if it helps at all, here's what I think. I think you're both fully grown adults, and as long as she actually wants to be in a relationship and you don't force her hand, there's absolutely nothing wrong with it." Kakashi's head hits the back of the cracked leather seat of the booth, a short sigh escaping him. Yamato is right.

And then he's yearning for you. Looking for your face everywhere, seeking you out whenever he finds another class to teach, visiting you after you finish your classes to drop off another tray of sweets. He's walked you home more times than he can count now, and he's watched your eyes light up as the sun sets behind the treeline and paints the sky in brilliant orange and pink hues. You'd never seen such beautiful sunsets. You say the Hidden Mist is always cloudy or shrouded in a thick fog, so the sky is always gray unless the sun is at its peak and can shine down enough to break through the mist.

He loves watching you watch the sun set. He loves watching you teach the kids. He loves watching you perform jutsu he's never seen before. He loves walking you to class every morning even though you already know your way around the village by now. He loves being in your presence, and hearing your voice, and seeing you smile and hearing you laugh at all his stupid jokes.

He's so far gone. The worst part is that he won't do anything about it. Because there's no way a pretty, young thing like you could be any kind of interested in someone like him. Aged, retired, his lease on life far from new. Not a chance you'd even consider him a suitor in any fashion.

Right?

"Hey, Kakashi?" He hums in response, walking alongside you as you two take a stroll after school. It's a route you two take often, after he'd shown you the best spots to watch the sky at sunset.

"You go running every morning, don't you? To keep in shape?" Another hum, but this time he's looking at you and your strangely mischievous expression. To your credit, you're trying your absolute hardest to keep your face neutral as you plan out your next moves.

"Why do you ask?" You shrug, but it's far from nonchalant. It's forced, as if you needed to pretend to be indifferent. You're scheming.

"Oh, no reason."

"Right." He doesn't believe you. Even as you lapse into silence for a few minutes, he can see the way your entire body is coiled, ready to take off like a spooked rabbit. But you're not afraid, no, you're excited about something. Then, you stop in your tracks, and face him head-on. His head tilts, and you reach out with one hand, your entire palm laying flat on his chest where his heart beats entirely too fast for the pace you'd been walking at. And your smile. It's so sweet, so innocent, and the little giggle that slips out makes his head light.

"Tag, you're it!" Then you're gone. He blinks, and you've vanished, having initiated a game he hasn't played in years. He can see you, still, where you're watching from a tree branch nearby. You wait to see if he'll chase, see if he's actually feeling up to this little game. His head snaps over to you and you wave over at him, wiggling your fingers. His heart races in his chest, his fingers trembling, his feet stepping toward the treeline.

He's excited. His body moves before his mind can really make the executive decision, and he's standing beside you on your branch. But only briefly, and you're gone again before he can reach out and tag you. His vision narrows, watching you as you slip away from him once he gives chase. It's exhilarating, stimulating his years of trained reflexes and triggering his muscle memory like nothing in the classroom or proctoring chunin exams could ever do. He doesn't even realize where the two of you end up when you finally stop and let his hand come down on your shoulder.

You giggle again, and it makes him freeze, his chest heaving and nerves buzzing. But he doesn't move to run after tagging you.

"You've still got it, old man." It's...are you...teasing him? Yes, he realizes, you are. Because you turn around and face him and lay your palm over his heart again with the sweetest little grin.

"Care to come inside?" He swallows around the lump in his throat, blinking down at you as you chew at your bottom lip. Cute. He can't speak, so he nods, and then his heart leaps into his throat when you laugh and slip your hand into his, lacing your fingers together to pull him into your apartment which he's only just now realized you'd stopped in front of.

"Don't be so nervous, Kakashi. I promise I'll be good and give your poor heart a break." That is an extremely dangerous thing for you to say at the moment, his restraint suddenly wearing thinner than rice paper. It makes him stop once you've dragged him inside, his head spinning suddenly with all the depraved thoughts running through his mind. And you, sweet thing you are, look confused and almost concerned as you look back at him, look up at him, where he's stuck in your entryway.

"Are you alright?" You reach up to place the back of your hand on his forehead, but he flinches away and grabs your wrist in his own large hand.

"Kakashi?" His breathing is shallow, his heart still going a mile a minute, his fingers tightening around your wrist. He can feel your own pulse, and he swears it's nearly as fast as his.

"Just give me a second, sweetheart. I'm trying to be a gentleman." The worry drops off your face like a dead weight. He can just barely see the corner of your mouth tug into a wicked smile.

"Maybe I don't want you to be a gentleman." Those eyes snap to yours in an instant, and...is that lust decorating your features? There's no way...

You're stepping toward him, and he steps back, releasing your wrist as you back him against the door.

"Maybe I want you to get naked in my bed." The words have him sweating. He chuckles, a nervous sound really.

"I thought you were going to give my heart a break." You hum, lean into his space and rest both palms on his chest, fingers spreading just to feel him. You sigh dramatically, turning back into your home and striding away with an extra sway to your hips. Pure temptation is what you are.

"I guess, being as old as you are you need a break huh? That poor ticker of yours is gonna give out if you're not careful." The way you eye him as you walk away has a tent forming in his pants. Fuck. You're right, his heart's gonna explode but it's not going to be from old age. He steps toward you, following you like a damn puppy, all the way to your bedroom where you turn and face him once again, a devious smile on your pretty lips.

"If I haven't made myself clear enough, Kakashi, here's another hint." He can't shut his eyes when you begin to undress in front of him. He wants so badly to give you privacy, to be a damn gentleman like he said. You're making that impossible. You're naked, completely bared to him and his gaze, dressed in nothing but pure sin. He doesn't back away when you approach him this time.

"You're a smart man, Kakashi. You've got all the information you need in that handsome head of yours. The question is: will you use that information to your advantage tonight?" He swallows, heat crawling over his skin the closer you get. Your naked breasts are pressing into his shirt and his fingers are itching to touch you.

"I don't want to take advantage of anything. Especially you." The admission makes you smile as you reach over and grasp his hands, tugging them and laying them on your very naked hips.

"Honestly, it feels like I'm the one taking advantage of you, with how little you're reacting to all of this." Thick fingers twitch, digging into your skin, and you loop your arms around his neck. He's going to die, and he won't even be mad about it.

Then he feels it, the slight tremor in your fingertips where they graze the hairs at his nape. There's the tiniest shake to your legs, the slightest pinch in your brows. Your bottom lip is being chewed once again, your jaw trembling. You're nervous. You're nervous like he is, waiting for him to reciprocate any of what you're giving him. Fuck. He's done for.

The little gasp you let out when he grasps your hips and twists, pinning you to the wall, fuels all of his movements. He's gained a new confidence.

"You're so pretty. Fuck, I can't believe this is real." You gasp again as he yanks his mask down and buries his face in your neck, licking up your pulsepoint and sucking a bruise into your skin.

"Fucking finally. You don't even know how long I've been dying to get you in here, Kakashi." He groans into you as you claw at his clothes, disrobing him as much as you can from where you're stuck beneath his palms.

"Oh yeah? You been thinking about me, pretty girl?" You nod, whine, unbutton his shirt and tug it down his shoulders. When he pulls back to look at you, you practically drool. He's still fit, sure, but there's a softness to him that you find irresistable. The layer of fat makes his gut pudge just a bit, and his arms are still bulging muscle but they're softened by time. He's bigger than you'd expected, wider and stronger and beefier.

"I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name." He almost cums in his pants, like a goddamn teenage virgin. All reservations are thrown promptly out the nearest window, his lips on yours in an instant. His hands are all over you, toying with your nipples and squeezing the flesh of your ass. Yours are in his hair, and he lifts you with ease only to drop you onto the bed. You whine when your bodies part, but then you watch him yank his belt off in record time and drop both his trousers and boxers to the floor.

He watches as your pupils dilate and black swallows up your irises.

What a fucking ego boost, huh?

You're about to crawl toward him, you desperately want to feel him in your throat, want to claw at his thighs and feel his fingers tug roughly at your hair as you suck him dry. Instead he crawls over you and pins you to the bed with one hand at your throat.

"Oh no, not tonight baby. I won't last." He kisses your pout away, then sucks more marks into your throat as he reaches down between your legs with thick fingers. The moan you let out has his hips jerking forward, one finger slipping effortlessly into your slick heat. You're absolutely drenched. You whine again, rocking your hips into his hand.

"Don't tease, 'Kashi. Please." Well when you beg so nicely, how could he refuse? A second finger is added, then a third, and when he curls them up and uses his thumb to rub circles into your swollen clit, your whole body arches off the sheets as your breath is nearly punched from your lungs. It doesn't take long at all before you're cumming all over his fingers, soaking his hand and your bed.

"Fuck, do that again, pretty thing." Legs shaking, chest heaving as you gasp for air, skin dewy with sweat from the quickest orgasm of your life. He's already moving, yanking you to the edge of the bed, ignoring your yelp completely as he kneels before you. You whine when you realize the position he's in.

"No fair." He chuckles, and you jolt, his breath hot over your still sensitive pussy.

"Sorry, sweetness. I can't help myself. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue." Then he's eating you out like you're his last meal. His nose nudges your clit with every movement, his deep moans vibrate through your body, and when his fingers find your clit again to give it some much-needed attention, you're falling apart again. Just like he asked. He can see everything from this angle, the way your thighs twitch as they clamp around his head, the way your stomach clenches so tight as you cum, the way your neck is completely exposed as your back arches beautifully off the bed. Sweat glistens over your skin, your hands clawing at his hair and the sheets beside your head.

He's too close to cumming.

Satisfied that you're wiped out, he crawls back over you and swipes a few stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. You're still trembling, two quick orgasms in a row making you feel like an exposed nerve ending.

"You okay, baby?" It takes you a second to refocus, but when you do you're beaming.

"Yeah, I'm great. Still want you to fuck me, though." He groans.

"You can't say things like that, love. I'll burst before I get near you." You chuckle, lay your head to the side.

"That's hot. Let me guess, you'll have to use a little blue pill to recover after that?" You damn minx. There's a little shriek that escapes you when he flips you over and yanks your hips up, pinning your face to the bed with one hand in your hair as he hunches over you.

"Careful, little girl, teasing me is dangerous. Wouldn't want to break you so soon." Desperate is how he'd describe your responding moan. With his dick pressed up against your cunt, he feels the way it clenches.

"Break me." Fuck. Fuck. In one hard thrust he's buried deep in your heat, your cunt gripping tight around him for dear life as you moan. He's not small, and the stretch has your eyes rolling back in your head, has your toes curling and your spine coiling tight.

He refuses to cum before you do. He's got an iron will, he refuses to cum early.

You're gasping as his hips slam into the fat of your ass, all the strength he possesses powering every thrust, hands bruising your hips as they claw into your skin like anything less would rip you away from him. He can see your face reddening. You've been fucked so dumb you forgot to breathe, and somehow that makes his cock throb inside you. He stills, curling over your back and burying himself so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Your eyes roll back into your skull almost painfully as he brushes your hair from your face, leaves a sweet little kiss on your cheek.

"Breathe, sweetheart. Can't have you passing out on me yet." Your gasp is shuddering, lungs barely inflating with the hiccupping breaths you take.

"There you go. Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Then you're gone. He can feel you clench around his cock, feel your entire body go stiff and tremble as you cum. It's not a full orgasm, but it's intense, and you've been tipped right over the edge by the praise he'd whispered into your ear.

You're gone, and then he's gone.

He thrusts twice before letting go, filling you up with so much cum it leaks from between your legs and trails down the insides of your thighs in thick rivulets. You're still shaking as he pulls out of you and flips you over, petting your body as you come back down. Tears had fallen at some point, streaking your skin.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Your legs are trembling as you let them fall apart, exposing yourself to him again. The sight of you, absolutely ruined, his cum leaking from your cunt, has his cock painfully jumping to life again, just barely.

"Feel good. So good." Then, being the little temptress you are, you reach down between your legs and finger his cum back into you, moaning and jolting at the sensitivity. Then you bring your fingers to your lips and suck both your juices off the digits, not breaking eye contact with him.

"It's incredible how you can still want more after that." You whine, but smile.

"Of course I want more. I always want more of you. But you don't have to give me any more if you're not feeling up to it." He hums, low and throaty. It sends a very visible shiver up your spine.

"I didn't say that, baby." Effortlessly, he scoops you up and sits up against the headboard, tucking you into his lap with your legs spread over his. One of his massive arms bars over yours, pinning you against his chest while the other hand reaches down and begins toying with your clit. You jolt, still sensitive, squirming to try to get away from his deft fingers.

"What happened to always wanting more?" It's a tease to finally get back at you. It's his turn now, to fluster you and pull you apart. When you don't stop squirming and whining, his palm pulls away and comes back down, a swift smack catching your clit and you squeal.

"Stay still, baby girl. I'm only giving you what you wanted. Greedy little thing you are, don't back out on me now." You sob, your breathing hiccupped and quick while he rubs slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive bud, and you shake your head.

"Not backing out. Feels good, daddy." His hips buck, his moan is loud in your ear, guttural and wrecked. He didn't even think he'd like that kind of thing, but you. Damn it all. He smacks your pussy again, just a little harder, and your moans are matching his as your body recoils and arches as far off of his as you can manage beneath his brute strength. Another smack, another moan, you're shaking again. He's hard again. Harder than he's been in a long time, the throb in his dick constant and needy. He lifts your hips and lines up with you, then sinks you down on his length. You're crying, his dick curving up into your g-spot so well and his fingers toying with your clit making you dizzy.

"Come on, babygirl. Come on daddy's cock again, be good for me." He smacks your clit again, and he can feel every clench and flutter of your cunt around him. You're so close. He brings his hand down again, targeting your poor, swollen clit, his other hand dropping to press into the pouch of your stomach where he can feel his own dick through your belly, and that's all it takes for you to fall apart all over again. But this time, you're screaming, your body thrashing so hard he's having a hard time keeping you against his chest, and warm liquid sprays over his thighs and pools down over his balls. It all has him coming undone as well, a single low grunt before he's shoving his dick deep inside you and emptying whatever he's got left.

Then you're both boneless, panting, sweaty messes on your bed. It takes a long time for either of you to move, the sweat cooling over your bodies and making you both sticky. He thinks maybe you've fallen asleep, but is proven wrong when you whimper as you shift, his soft cock slipping from your cunt and making him hiss from the sensitivity. You roll over, off of him, and lay your head on his chest. Your laugh is light, but riddles with exhaustion.

"I think I almost died there, Kakashi." He snorts out a laugh, tugging you close.

"Glad I can make you feel good. You don't regret any of this?" It's adorable, how you tilt your head in confusion, lift yourself to hover above him.

"Why would I?" He shuts his eyes for the admission.

"I'm not exactly young, sweetheart. A lot of people would say I'm too old for you." You scoff, press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Like I give a damn what they think. I'm old enough to know what I want, and I'm also old enough to make my own decisions." One eye peeks open, staring up at you with more than a little hesitation. You only roll your eyes.

"If I didn't want this, I wouldn't have stripped naked in front of you in my own bedroom. Come on, I thought you were smarter than this Kakashi. Isn't old age supposed to come with wisdom?" He groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"Enough with the damn old jokes. It makes me feel..."

"Old?" He deadpans, you laugh.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop. For now." His sigh is heavy, but you know he loves the teasing. You lean down once again to give him a peck on the lips, then pry yourself from his grasp and yank him to stand with you.

"Come on, we gotta shower and I gotta change the sheets." His hum is amused as he looks back at the mess you made, then back at you as you drag him toward what he assumes is the bathroom.

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Kakashi Hatake x release from sexual tension

Kakashi Hatake proving the suffocating tension between you two was completely mutual.

Proofread: For the most part, yes | Word count: 7.3k | Warnings: MDNI! Smut, PWP, friends to lovers, mutual pining, touch-starved fem!reader, unmasked!Kakashi, ALMOST a dom-ish!Kakashi (he was desperate, your honor). Lots of filthy dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, ass spanking, breeding kink/creampie. A bit of aftercare & soft fluff ending. Kakashi and reader have a somewhat established relationship full of unresolved sexual tension, so it’s HEAVILY IMPLIED he’s very comfortable around her. Hence his feral personality when fucking her brains out ;) This man is putting the Make Out series to WORK! Readers are free to scroll past if this specific character interpretation does not align with their comfort levels.

A/n: I wanted to write a very, very, VERY dirty one with Kakashi for quite some time now. Not my usual one with him, but I wanted so much tension that this man would come out of his shell and give his all. The idea came to me in a convo with my sweet girlie pop @ichxraaa, she’s an amazing writer btw, and supported this crazy idea immediatly! 🤍 Enjoy this dirty-mouth version. And thank you for almost 100 followers <333

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬.

Hot. 

Really hot. 

Deliciously hot.

Kakashi had always been hot.

But whenever you saw him fixing something, working on something and using his hands, he looked even hotter. As fuck! 

You spent a ridiculous amount of time with him. It passed the point of coincidence months ago. Wherever Kakashi went, you were usually standing right beside him. You watched him file mission reports at the Hokage tower. You watched him repair target posts at the academy. You watched his fingers turn the pages of his novel. You were completely hyper-fixated on his hands. 

Those fucking big hands that you wanted him to use to choke you. 

Finger you. 

Play with your throbbing clit. 

Spank your ass while fucking you dumb to the point you’d forget your own name. 

It became an agonizing reality. You caught yourself tracking the very prominent veins trailing down his wrists, imagining those exact calloused fingers mapping the curve of your waist. You got flushed just watching him tie his boots. At a certain point, it became almost irritating to just stand there staring at him and not being able to ride his face.

The two of you became trapped in this dangerous game. You were not lovers, but you were undeniably more than friends. 

Way more than friends. 

The entire village felt the weight of it. Just yesterday, you waited for him near the local dango shop, and when he approached you, you two sat down and started talking while sharing some food. Genma, who was nearby, leaned against a brick wall talking to Aoba. Both jōnin had been silently watching your and Kakashi’s interactions that afternoon since you were all in the same place. 

“So, are they lovers?" Aoba asked. He saw Kakashi hand you a peeled orange, his thumb brushing your palm. Kakashi had always been very specific about the way he peeled his orange, taking all the time he needed. And you definitely would never rush him. The pleasure of watching those hands perform the most mundane tasks was all you could ever ask for. Genma shifted the senbon in his mouth. “I’d say worse! They won't admit the tension between them." And he was absolutely right.

The denial only made the proximity worse. 

As far as you had noticed, it also wasn’t one-sided. Kakashi took pride in doing small favors for you, or just simply existing by your side when you were the one busy, and he had time to kill. His hand, his touch, would always find its way to you. On the small of your back, brushing against your hands, or simply positioned on top of your thigh. Not too close to feel the heat of your cunt, but almost close enough to the curve of your thigh. Whenever you looked at him, he would already be staring.

Today was no different. He walked you home after your afternoon shift and invited you to dinner like he always did, but suggested going out so you could enjoy a meal outside as the spring made its way to the village and the sunsets were to die for. 

The walk was filled with that usual friendly teasing. The kind that slowly morphed into something awkward the second your shoulders bumped. But there was something really different about today’s mood between you and Kakashi. 

You just didn’t know if it was the way his fingers brushed against your hand for longer than usual, as if he needed more courage to take your hand in his. Or maybe his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the middle of the crowd in places that you had been to countless times. Or was it the way his eyes held onto yours for what seemed like forever, like he had already claimed you as his. Could it be the way he gripped your waist and pulled you close when someone almost bumped into you, knowing damn well you could easily dodge the obstacle?

His very manly presence was screaming today right beside you, and it only made your cunt warmer. So fucking hotter. So fucking wet. You could swear you would drip at any given moment. Your panties were more than soaked by now. 

Kakashi was somehow different. More alert, more grounded, and perhaps more aware of the ridiculous tension screaming between the two of you.

Once you made it home, he stepped into your living room and made himself comfortable plopping down on the couch. Seeing him manspreading on your off-white couch added gas to the fire in your panties. You were this close to tying your hair up and sucking the life out of him till he cummed in your mouth and you swallowed every drip.

Instead, you told him you needed a few minutes to change out of your uniform. You needed a shower. A really, really cold shower. Maybe you needed to drown yourself in an ice bath.

He simply nodded, pulling out his book, looking highly amused for no reason whatsoever.

You took your time in the bath. You tried to compose yourself, tried to ignore the fact that one of the most lethal shinobi in Konoha was becoming your personal sexual frustration.

When you finally walked back out, he was not on the couch. He was standing in your kitchen fixing a loose hinge on your cabinet. His hands were now free from his fingerless gloves.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Why the fuck would he tempt you like that today?

He had discarded his flak jacket somewhere in the living room. His black shirt was entirely too snug across his broad back.

You made a mental note right then about Kakashi being the only mountain you’d ever want to climb.

His sleeves were rolled past his elbows. Consequently, his forearms were on full display. The scarred muscles flexed with every meticulous turn of his wrist. His long fingers gripped the metal tool with so much ease.

You stood frozen in the doorway. You just watched him work as a heavy pool of desire settled deep in your stomach. He finished tightening the screw. He tested the wooden door, shutting it perfectly.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. The infamous jaw thing that drove you crazy. He wiped a smudge of grease from his thumb and made his way to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He wiped them dry and seemed to finally notice you there. He turned and caught you staring.

He did not look away. The air in the room turned thick. His visible eye tracked the flush creeping up your neck as you bit your bottom lip.

You inhaled deeply, your chest rising with the sudden lack of oxygen as Kakashi stepped into your space. You didn't step back. The scent of clean cotton wrapped around you.

He looked down. His gaze dropped directly to your lips. His pupils were blown wide, and you were so sure the heat between your legs was growing hot again.

He was NOT escaping you today.

Your gaze met his. You dropped yours to his nose, still covered up under his black mask, and to the outline of his lips brushing against it.

Slowly, your right hand made its way to the fabric on his face, resting there for a few seconds. His fingers touched yours, and for a moment he melted under your touch.

You started pulling his mask down slowly. You didn’t want to cross any boundaries here, so you gave him all the time he needed to back out.

But he didn’t. And when you pulled it all down, he looked at you like he was starving, ready to have his meal served right there.

His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer so your freshly clean body would collapse into his.

You didn’t even have time to think. The moment his knuckles grazed your jaw, he claimed you. His mouth crashed down on yours. He devoured you instantly, wrecking any remaining composure you had with a deep kiss.

Fucking finally.

You met his desperation head-on, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his unmasked face down deeper into yours. His tongue swiped against yours in a slick rhythm that made your knees buckle.

A ragged moan ripped from the back of your throat, swallowed entirely by his mouth. The moment the sound left your lips, his grip tightened around you.

Oh!

He didn't break the kiss, not even for air. He tasted like mint and dangerous tension. He pulled back for a second, just long enough to sink his teeth into your bottom lip. You gasped, your head snapping back, but he immediately caught you, his thumb smoothing over the slight sting.

He started moving, guiding you backward out of the kitchen, his body a solid weight pressing you through the hallway. It was a beautiful mess. Almost enough to make you come undone in that moment.

You stumbled against the wall with a dull thud. He anticipated the impact, immediately shifting his large hand to the back of your head, cradling your skull so you didn't get hurt.

He used the leverage to press you flat against the drywall, sinking his teeth into the sensitive cord of your neck, making you whimper.

“Kakashi, you are driving me crazy over here,” you whispered between moans. Your thighs pressed against each other to calm your pussy down a bit before the right moment.

You knew your house so perfectly, you didn’t need to look. You just needed to feel him. You hit the corner of the small table in the hallway. He didn't even flinch. He just shifted his other hand to the small of your back, guiding you around the obstacle without breaking the rhythm of his tongue in your mouth.

Your hand moved to his silver strands. You loved his hair so much, and oftentimes you’d imagine yourself gripping it so tightly as his face would be buried between your legs, eating you out so good.

So fucking good.

You removed his headband in a single movement, revealing his scarred eye.

Another heavy bump against the bedroom doorframe. He groaned, a primal sound that vibrated straight through his chest and into yours. He pushed you back against the wall. His dark eye locked onto yours, completely blown wide with a desperate hunger.

"You have been driving me insane," he rasped, his voice rough and breathless. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."

Tonight you were getting over the tension. Tonight, you were finally climbing the mountain.

“No one else is touching me anywhere closer to where I want you to, Kakashi!” His body went rigid. You felt the bulge in his pants touching your thigh. He shoved the door open. You tumbled backward, pulling him down with you as your back finally hit the mattress.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he followed you down, one arm bracing his bulk above you while the other remained locked around your waist. For a breathless second, he just hovered there, his exposed face inches from yours, both eyes unguarded and fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach clench.

Then his mouth found your neck again.

He licked a stripe up the column of your throat, and you arched into him with a strangled cry. His teeth scraped over your pulse point just hard enough to sting, and when he sucked the skin between his lips, you knew there'd be a mark tomorrow.

You'd wear it proudly.

His mark.

His claim.

His hips settled between your thighs, and the hard length of him pressed against your core through layers of fabric. You both groaned at the contact, the friction so devastatingly insufficient that your nails dug into his shoulders.

"Kakashi hmm—” His name came out so broken, so desperate.

"Tell me," he murmured against your throat, his breath hot and unsteady. "Tell me how long you've wanted this." His hips rolled once, grinding the hard ridge of him against your soaked pussy. Even through your clothes, the pressure sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, and your back bowed off the mattress. You’ve always suspected Kakashi was big, but now, feeling him even still fully-clothed, you were sure.

"Months," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging hard enough to make him hiss. "God, Kakashi…months. Every time you—ah—every time you worked on something, every time I watched your hands, those fucking delicious hands, every time you breathed the same air as me.“

"Months?" His voice dropped to something dark and velvety, a sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. He pulled back just enough to look at you, both eyes burning. "You've been soaking through your panties for months thinking about my hands?"

You swallowed hard, unable to deny it. "Yes."

A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, one of his eyebrows arched. "That's a long time to be so uncomfortable,” His thumb traced the line of your jaw, calloused pad catching slightly on your bottom lip. "All those times you stood beside me, watching. Were you this wet then? Dripping while I filed reports?"

You nodded, shameless now. "Every. Single. Time."

His eye darkened, the Sharingan spinning slowly as it tracked the flush spreading down your neck. "Do you know how difficult it was? Keeping my hands off you when you looked at me like that? With those puppy eyes begging for something. Like you wanted me to take you right there in the Hokage's office?"

"I did," you breathed. "I wanted you to bend me over that desk when you were filling those reports and—“

"Don't." His grip on your jaw tightened, not painfully, but firm enough to still your words. His nose brushing against yours. “Don't say things like that unless you are sure you want what’s coming next.”

“Give it to me, then.” You rolled your hips up against him, and his breath hitched just barely to make your pulse spike.

His eye flickered, something primal and unguarded cracking through him. The muscle in his jaw ticked once, twice, and then his mouth curved into a grin so wicked it made your thighs press together beneath him. In front of you no longer the Kakashi with a lazy posture, without a single care in the world. You had now unlocked the raw version of a man desperate for his release. 

“I really need you to be sure.” His hands moved to the hem of your shirt. Not rushing.

Never rushing.

Just intentional in the way his fingers bunched the fabric, knuckles dragging up your bare stomach inch by torturous inch. The calloused pads traced your ribs, leaving trails of fire across your skin, and you shivered beneath him. 

His touch would be the death of you.

You nodded while looking at him. The silent consent he needed to let go and lose himself, lose his self-restraint. 

He took his time pulling the shirt over your head, his gaze devouring every inch of newly exposed skin like he was memorizing it. Cataloging it. When the fabric cleared your face, he tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, his attention fixed entirely on you.

"Look at you," he breathed. His palm smoothed over your collarbone, down the swell of your breast still hidden beneath your bra. The rough calluses dragged across the lace, and your nipple peaked instantly under the rub. "Every time you stood next to me, I wondered what you'd look like underneath all of your clothes. I thought about it so much it distracted me from missions."

Your back arched off the bed, pressing yourself into his touch. "Kakashi."

"Patience." The word was a low thrum against your collarbone. His lips barely grazed the bone as he spoke. "I waited months to get my hands on you. I am going to take my time."

“Please, don’t keep your hands to yourself. I am all yours,” you whispered close to his cheek. You watched a sudden shiver raise the fine hairs along the nape his neck and ear.

His fingers found the clasp of your bra at your spine, and with a single flick the fabric went slack. He slid the straps down your arms with an agonizing slowness, peeling it away like he was unwrapping something sacred.

When your breasts were finally bare to him, Kakashi went still. Completely and unnervingly still. His eyes blew wide tracking the rise and fall of your chest, the way your nipples hardened under his gaze alone.

“You’re so beautiful,” he exhaled. His hand cupped your breast, his palm dragging over the sensitive peak, and you whimpered at the contact. "I've imagined this. Every night for months, I imagined this."

His thumb slowly circled your nipple watching your face contort with every stroke. “Kakashi…You have no idea what you do to me." He pinched your nipples gently, rolling the hardened buds between his thumb and forefinger, and your hips bucked up against him as if his body was a magnet attracting yours. "No idea how many times I had to excuse myself just to calm down because you stood too close." The words tumbled out, breathless and needy. 

His mouth replaced his fingers; hot and wet. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he sucked hard, pulling the sensitive peak deep into his mouth. You cried out as your fingers scrabbled against his broad shoulders. Every time he sucked your breasts you’d pull your body closer to him, as if you could combine both in one intense pleasure.

You were never complaining about the Make out series ever again. 

He groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting straight to your clit. It was calling his name, begging Kakashi to go down on you and make you see stars.

His other hand wasn't idle; it blazed a path down your stomach, his fingertips tracing the muscles that jumped beneath his touch, dipping into the dip of your navel before finding the waistband of your pants. He paused there. 

Just...stopped.

His fingers hooked beneath the elastic, but he didn't move. He just lingered there, his breath hot against your damp nipple, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the jut of your hipbone.

You whined, actually whined, and tilted your hips up in silent pleading. You needed Kakashi to fuck your brains out.

"Kakashi."

"Hmm?" The sound pulsed against your breast. His thumb continued its maddening circle on your hipbone, dipping just slightly beneath the waistband before retreating. "You need something?"

Was he really taunting you at a time like this?

"You know I do."

"Say it." He lifted his head from your chest, his lips slick and swollen from a mix of kissing you and sucking on your tits, his eyes filled with hunger. "I want to hear you say it."

"Touch me," you breathed, the words barely audible over the pounding of your own heart. "Please, Kakashi. Stop teasing and just touch me."

“Where?”

“My pussy, please.”

A satisfied purr vibrated in his chest, but again, he didn't rush. Instead, he shifted his weight, pressing a wet kiss to the center of your sternum before focusing on his descent. His lips traced the path of his hand, down the center of your ribs, over your quivering stomach, stopping only when he reached the waistband of your pants.

"Good," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the fabric. "Lift your hips for me. Let me take care of this needy cunt of yours.“

You lifted your hips without hesitation, the motion so fast it was almost ungraceful, and he stripped the fabric down your legs with agonizing slowness. 

The quiet ones really are the worst.

Whatever cool air left in the room hit your feverish skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over you. You were left in nothing but your panties.

Drenched, ruined, and practically transparent.

Kakashi stilled, his eyes fixed on the wet patch between your thighs. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and his chest rose and fell sharply.

“Oh,” he breathed, the word cracking in the middle. He dragged his gaze up your body, meeting your eyes with a look that was half reverence, half starvation. "You're soaking wet.”

Your hips twitched under the scrutiny, a new wave of slick heat leaking out of you. "Kakashi, please. Do something."

“Hmm, I intend to." His hand moved, the back of his knuckles brushing against the drenching wet fabric of your panties. The light touch was electric, a spark that shot straight up your spine, and you gasped, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase the contact.

"Look at this," his gaze was locked between your legs, fixed on the damp dark fabric that clung desperately to your skin. “So wet. Did you get this wet just watching me fix that cabinet? Just from staring at my hands?"

"Yes," you moaned, unable to lie, unable to do anything but beg for the friction he was denying you. 

He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, dragging them down your legs in one single motion. The air hit your dripping core, cool compared to the feverish heat radiating from your body, but the relief was short-lived. He tossed the fabric aside and settled back between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart.

“Legs on my shoulder now” his eyes were locked on your glistening folds, with pupils blown so wide they were almost entirely swallowed by black. “I wanna lick every drop of your cunt.”

"Stop toying with me...” You whimpered, your body bucking involuntarily toward his face. The need to feel his mouth on your pussy was so painful.

He didn't make you wait any longer. He lowered his head and licked a broad flat stripe up your center.

Your back bowed off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as his tongue circled your clit with precision. He wasn’t taking his time just licking; he worshipped every part of your cunt. He flattened his tongue to lap up your slick, moaning low in his throat like he was tasting the finest meal in Konoha, before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking hard.

"Oh god—Kakashi!" Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of pleasure. He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air over your wet folds, grinning when you whimpered at the loss. “I'm not stopping until you're dripping down my chin."

His tongue delved deeper, parting your folds with a filthy wet sound that echoed through the room. He wasn't holding back anymore. The slow exploration was replaced by an overwhelming rhythm. He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, his tongue flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves in punishing strokes while his fingers traced your entrance.

"You taste so good," he groaned, the words whirring against your soaked flesh. "Fuck, why the FUCK do you taste so good?"

Your head lifted before falling hard against the pillows, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but he only moaned in appreciation. "Kakashi—please, I'm—"

"Close already? I guess you really were that needy,“ and he did not wait for an answer. No. He was having so much fun already.

Instead, he slid two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making your gasp turn into a ragged moan. Your mouth formed a perfect “O”

The intrusion in your cunt was intense. His fingers were thick and curled instantly to find that spot inside you that made your vision blur. He pumped them in and out with a ruthless tempo, the wet, the obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in filling the room.

"Kakashi! Oh, god—right there, please!"

"I know, baby. I know," he rasped, his voice against your inner thigh. He didn't let up. If anything, the pace of his fingers increased, the slick sounds of your cunt squelching around him becoming his guilty pleasure. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? Gonna cum all over my fingers?"

"Y-yes! Kakashi, please, don't stop!"

He curled his fingers upward again, striking your pleasure spot with ruthless accuracy while his tongue lashed against your clit. He touched you like he already knew every inch of your body.

The dual sensation was too much. Tension seized your core, forcing your spine to curve abruptly off the bed in pure surrender, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clamped around his head, your cunt spasming violently around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you.

You were still trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through your muscles when Kakashi started kissing his way back up your body. He didn't give you a moment to recover, his mouth tracing a scorching path over your stomach, between your breasts, until he was hovering over you again, his chin glistening with your arousal.

He looked wrecked. The usually composed Copy Ninja was gone, replaced by a man craving you, your body, while his chest was heaving with every uneven breath.

"Kakashi," you breathed, reaching for him, needing to feel his skin against yours.

He didn't give you time to catch your breath. With a groan that sounded like it was torn from the bottom of his chest, he reared back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head in one fluid motion.

The air left your lungs at the sight of him. You’d seen him shirtless before. The training scars, the missions gone wrong, but this was different. His pale skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing as he moved.

But it was the scars that made your mouth go dry, the map of his survival etched into his skin. You wanted to trace every single one with your tongue.

"Like what you see?" he rasped, a hint of a sexual arrogance lacing his voice, but his eye was dark, intent, fixed on the way your gaze roamed over his body.

"So much," you whispered, your gaze tracing the jagged line of the lightning scar that ran down his side, before dropping lower to the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. "I've wanted this for so long, Kakashi. I want all of you."

An unkempt sound escaped him, something between a laugh and a groan. “C’mere, let me see how many times I can make you scream my name tonight.”

He hooked his thumbs into his pants and underwear, shoving them down in an impatient movement. Your breath hitched as his cock sprang free. Thick, heavy, and flushed with an angry color. A prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat, and the sight made your mouth water. You remembered fantasizing about his hands, but his dick was a masterpiece you hadn't even let yourself properly imagine.

He settled back over you, his skin hot against yours. He reached between your bodies, wrapping his hand around his thick cock, giving it a slow stroke that had you mesmerized. He lined himself up with your entrance, the blunt head pressing against your swollen folds.

“Play with her. I wanna see it,” he rasped, his voice dark and commanding.

You didn't hesitate. You spread your thighs wider, tilting your hips up for the fuckteenth time in an offering. You moved your hands to your cunt, your fingertips finding your throbbing clit and stimulating it while Kakashi played with the tip of his cock, going up and down your wet pussy. 

The sight of you touching yourself, fingers slick with your own juices while his cock bobbed heavily against you snapped the last thread of his control. He let out a guttural sound and surged forward.

He lined himself up, the thick head of his dick pressing against your fluttering entrance. The stretch was intense as he pushed forward, sinking into your heat inch by agonizing inch. Your breath caught in your throat, your body struggling, arching off the bed as he filled you, the sensation of being so utterly, completely full bordering on overwhelming.

His forehead dropped to rest against yours, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought for control. "You're tight. This cunt is gripping me so hard I can barely think."

The sensation was suffocating, a delicious and yet burning stretch that made your toes curl. You felt every thick inch of him as he seated himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours. He was heavy, hot, and there, filling a space that had ached for him for months. 

He stayed still for a bit, waiting for your body to get used to his size. ”Move," you gasped. “P-please.”

He didn't need to be told twice. Kakashi pulled back, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls until just the head remained inside, before slamming forward with a force that left you breathless.

“OH…fuck!” you gasped, your nails digging into the scarred muscle of his shoulders, raking down his back to leave red welts in their wake. The sting only seemed to spur him on.

He set a ferocious pace, the bed frame creaking in protest under the raid. "You have no idea," he gritted out, "No idea how many times I've thought about this. About being inside of you.”

"Wanna fill this pussy with my cum," he groaned, his voice echoing against your sternum as he drove into you harder, the headboard slamming against the wall with a thud. The friction was maddening, the thick vein of his dick dragging against your inner walls with every punishing thrust.

"Oh yes Kakashi please cum inside of me please," you stuttered out, your voice breaking on a high moan as he hit a spot that made your vision white out. "I need it so bad.”

He withdrew suddenly, the loss of heat leaving you feeling achingly empty before he gripped your hips and flipped you over with effortless strength.

"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded. You scrambled to obey, your limbs trembling with anticipation. The mattress dipped behind you as he settled between your spread legs. You felt the blunt head of his dick notch against your entrance, and before you could prepared yourself again, he slammed home.

"Fuck!" You cried out, your elbows nearly buckling as he bottomed out in one ruthless stroke. "You take this dick so well," his grip on your hips was iron-tight, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises you’d cherish later. "Look at you, trembling for me."

"Only you can make me feel like this, Kakashi."

He didn't let up. If anything, the praise seemed to stimulate him on, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap that echoed lewdly in the quiet room. You were sobbing into the pillow, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, by the way he stretched you until you felt like you might break, only to bring you back together with every thrust.

Suddenly, his hand tangled in your hair, gripping the strands at the roots and tugging your head back. The sting at your scalp shot straight to your clit, making you clench violently around him.

Who would have thought that pain could become pleasure like this?

“O-oh, spank me, please spank my ass,” you gasped out, the plea falling from your lips in between moans. The thought had been living in your head for months, and now that you were here, you needed it. "Please."

"Greedy, aren’t we?” he rasped, but there was affection in it, dark and heavy. 

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

One after the other. The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room, followed instantly by the stinging heat radiating across your right ass cheek. You panted, the sensation electrifying, shooting straight to your core and making you clench down hard around his cock.

He didn't wait for you to recover. His hand came down again on the other side. Smack.

The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filled the space, loud enough to make your face burn with a mix of embarrassment and unadulterated lust. You could hear the way your soaked cunt sucked him in, the slick squelching echoing every time he withdrew and slammed back in. 

The sharp burn from his hand melded with the throbbing warmth pooling in your belly, creating a maelstrom of sensation that had you seeing stars. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted him to mark you, to claim every inch of you so the world would know who you belonged to.

"You're squeezing me so tight it hurts," his rhythm relentless, the sound of his hips meeting your ass, a steady, wet plap, plap, plap, echoing like a depraved melody in your room. "Does it feel good?"

"I—I love it," you stuttered, your fingers clawing at the sheets, knuckles white. "It feels so good, Kakashi. You're so deep."

"Atta girl," he grunted. “Take every inch."

Suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, and he slid an arm around your waist, hauling you upright until your back was flush against his chest. He didn't pull out; instead, he shifted the angle, sinking deeper than before as you both knelt on the mattress.

"K-Kakashi! What are you…Ohh“ you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the new depth. Kakashi’s weight was a grounding anchor against your back, his chest panting against your shoulder blades. The angle shifted everything, making him feel impossibly deeper, like he was touching the very bottom of your soul. His large hand splayed across your stomach, holding you tight, while his other hand slid down between your trembling thighs.

His fingers found your sore clit instantly, circling the sensitive nub he played with just a few moments ago. "You're taking me so deep."

"Y-yes," you stuttered, your head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the dual sensation of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit threatened to shatter you. "Don't stop... please, don't stop."

"God, yes," you choked out, your voice barely recognizable, wrecked by the pleasure coursing through your veins. "You fuck this pussy so good, Kakashi. Just like that. Harder."

The praise went straight to his head. You felt his moan against your spine, a sound of unfiltered satisfaction. 

He snapped his hips forward. Kakashi was drowning. The heat of your body, the way your walls squeezed him like a vise; it was better than any mission, better than any novel he’d ever read. He felt possessive, a claiming urge rising in his chest that scared him as much as it thrilled him. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else, just as he’d promised. He wanted you to remember him every time your pussy felt needy again.

The friction was so fucking maddening, a scorching heat that built at the base of his spine and threatened to snap his nonexistent control one more time.

Kakashi could feel every flutter and spasm of your walls, the way your body greedily sucked him in, refusing to let him go. It was intoxicating, a drug he hadn't known he needed until this very moment.

"Damn it," you hissed as his hips snapped upward with a jagged thrust that punched a ragged cry from your lungs. "I'm so wet for you. Hear that? Hear how sloppy my cunt is for your dick?"

Plap, plap, plap.

"God, listen to you," Kakashi growled. Your words seemed to snap something inside him. The last of his legendary control, the discipline that defined him as a shinobi, shattered. "I’ve never heard you talk like this. So filthy."

"It's only for you," you moaned, reaching back to sink your fingers into his silver hair, gripping the strands and holding on for dear life. "Only you make me this wet. Only you can fuck me like this."

The praise seemed to break him again. He abandoned the slow grinding in favor of short thrusts that battered deep inside of you, his pelvic bone slamming against your ass with enough force to bruise. The sounds of your coupling grew louder, a testament of how desperate you both were.

"Kakashi, fuck!" you moaned loudly, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hammered into that spot that made you see stars. “You’re going to make me cum at this pace!”

"Good," he snarled against your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. He wasn't being gentle, and you didn't want him to be. You wanted the ferocity, the raw power of the man who had been holding back for so long. 

The coil in your stomach was winding tighter and tighter, a live wire threatening to snap. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his muscles bunched and flexed against your back, the raggedness of his breathing matching your own.

Kakashi’s fingers on your clit moved faster, matching the rhythm of his hips. You were completely at his mercy, held up only by his arm around your waist and the thick cock driving into you.

"Kakashi, I—ah, I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure crested to a painful high. You buried your head in the mattress, but Kakashi quickly pulled your hair in the most gentle way he could during the heat. 

“Don’t hide your pretty face when you’re falling apart for me. I want to see it all. Give it to me,” he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, not hard enough to bleed, but enough to leave his teeth mark. "Cum on this dick. Let me feel it."

The command was all it took. The tension that had been coiling in your belly for months, tightening with every lingering look and accidental brush of his fingers, finally snapped. Your vision fractured into a blinding white light as your eyes rolled back, your body seizing as the orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave.

"Ka-kakashi!" you screamed, his name tearing from your throat like a prayer. Your inner walls clamped down around him, spasms milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.

The sensation was enough to push him over the edge. Kakashi let out a deep and delicious moan, muffled against the sweat-slicked skin of your shoulder as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him swell and pulse inside you, the heat of his release flooding your depths, marking you from the inside out. He held you tight, his arm banded around your waist like a steel clamp, grounding you as you both rode out the aftershocks.

The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't the suffocating weight of the unspoken tension from before. It was like a cozy blanket of satisfaction. The only sounds in the room now were the gasps for air and the thundering of your hearts slowly beginning to sync.

Kakashi didn't pull away immediately. He stayed pressed against your back, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if he were trying to memorize it. You could feel the rapid thump of his heart against your spine, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.

The adrenaline finally drained completely from his heavy limbs. He slumped forward, resting his full weight now against your back while his arms remained locked around your waist.

You felt the deep flush radiating from his cheeks where they pressed against your skin. He was entirely overwhelmed. Even now, he sought the safety of your hair to conceal how completely unraveled he felt.

His trembling knees finally gave out beneath him. He guided your fall smoothly, turning you in his arms as you both collapsed sideways into the messy pillows.

He carefully withdrew from your body, but as you hit the mattress, you rolled over to face him. He replaced the emptiness by immediately pulling you tightly against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, claiming it as his new favorite place.

"Sorry," he mumbled softly against your collarbone, his voice rough and stripped of the confidence he carried just a few seconds ago. He tightened once again his grip around your waist, his forehead pressing into your shoulder as he refused to let any real space form between you. "I got completely carried away."

You smiled softly into the room that was becoming filled with the beautiful sunset outside, resting your hand over his silver hair. "You gave me exactly what I wanted, Kakashi."

"I didn't think I could," he admitted, his thumb tracing the curve of your eyebrow as he looked at you. "I've been terrified that if I ever started, I wouldn't be able to stop." He let his hand drift down, his fingers skimming over the bite mark on your shoulder with a guilty wince. “This is going to leave a mark.”

"Good," you murmured, reaching up to trace the angry red indentations on your shoulder with a passion that caught him off guard. You turned your hand slightly, brushing your knuckles against the sharp line of his jaw. "I wanted you to. I want everyone to know who I belong to, Kakashi."

 He held your hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, the same palm he had peeled an orange for just yesterday. The contrast between that innocent memory and the primal reality of now made your head spin.

"Turn around, let me see your back,“ you whispered.

Kakashi shifted, maneuvering his body until he was lying on his belly.  Your fingers idly traced the scars on his back before drifting to his shoulder blade. You felt the raised welts you had raked into his skin earlier, the angry red lines standing out stark against his toned back. A twinge of guilt pricked at you, but he merely hummed as he leaned into your touch.

"Don't apologize," he murmured as if he were reading your mind effortlessly. "I like knowing I have a piece of you on me."

"But these will fade soon," You said.

"Then I suppose," he started, "we’ll just have to make a habit of this. So the memories don't fade, even after the skin heals." 

Kakashi rolled back over to face you. He captured the hand that was tracing his spine and  interlaced your fingers, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

His grip was incredibly gentle. Now he held you with a quiet devotion that made your heart ache.

“Listen....I-I don't want to go back to how it was before” you whispered. The heavy confession hung in the cooling air. "I refuse to be just friends."

"Then don't," he answered effortlessly and pressed a soft kiss to your jawline. “I’ve always only wanted you.”

A long breath shuddered past your lips. The paralyzing tension you two carried for months finally vanished. He pulled you against his chest and rested his chin atop your head.

"You always had me," you spoke softly. You pulled back just enough to look at his face. He looked completely exhausted but so happy at the same time.

You leaned forward to close the tiny distance. You pressed your lips to his in a slow kiss. It sealed the unspoken promises hanging between you.

Kakashi melted into the touch. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he poured every word he hadn't said into that kiss: the months of restraint, the jealousy he’d buried, and the overwhelming relief of finally having you in his arms.

When you finally pulled away, the room was mostly dark. The vibrant sunset colors surrendered completely to the silver moonlight spilling across your bed. Today, you and Kakashi learned that denial is a quiet violence, and surrender is the only cure.

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Flutterby Baby | D.M.

feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, draco’s pov, established relationship, possessive!draco, bullying, hurt/comfort, men suck, sort of rough fingering & piv, affectionate degradation if you squint (he refers to her as a plant), blood/fighting

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Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain. You’d been quiet the entire meal, only speaking when directly spoken to by your group of friends, and even then, it was half-hearted, brief answers.

Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.

He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. “Everything alright, darling?” He asked, low enough that your friends couldn’t hear.

“Yes, just not very hungry,” you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. “I’m fine, baby. Thank you, though.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make one of these sod’s fetch it for you,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didn’t.

Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.

He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping you’d take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.

His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didn’t.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

Very odd, indeed.

But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.

Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock.

“So early, love? Are you feeling alright?” He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.

“I’m fine, D. Just tired,” you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.

“Baby—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. “I love you, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.

Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

“Nothing,” he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.

“She was acting strangely at dinner too,” Blaise noted. “She didn’t even have dessert.”

“Yeah, and she loves those chocolate things—what are they called?” Theo chimed in.

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

“Are you going to follow her?” Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, he’d be forced to intervene.

You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potion’s class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.

As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.

“Darling, what’s happened? What’s going on?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, just held him tighter as you cried.

Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.

“What happened?” Draco hissed at him.

“Her Flutterby bush is dying,” Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.

Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a ‘tell you later’ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s going on—”

You shook you head. “It doesn’t make sense,” you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. “It was perfectly fine. There’s no bugs or blights, I don’t understand.” You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. “If anyone can save it, you can. You’re brilliant, love.” He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. “Come on, relax for a bit with Pansy. That’ll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.

He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. “I love you, I’ll be right back, okay?” He murmured, and you nodded again.

Theo was waiting for him in the hall. “Okay, so don’t get mad,” he said, holding his hands up.

Draco’s anger instantly flared. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad then.”

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

“Out with it, Nott,” he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?

“We think someone poisoned her plant,” Theo said, grimacing.

Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. “What?” he snarled.

“We can’t say for sure yet,” Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. “But there’s this one guy—”

“Who?”

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish he’d never been born.

Theo grabbed his shoulder. “Listen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,” he said, and Draco paused.

“Go on.”

Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.

Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who this—

“Hey, y/n,” he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. “Flutterby’s not lookin’ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?”

Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.

“I'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.”

He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.

“My mandrakes are thriving, thank you,” Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. “It's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.”

You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.

“Fuck off, Renford,” Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.

“It's Renley,” the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. “I'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisons—”

“Poison’s?” You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. “Who said anything about poison?”

“Oh, I—uh—”

“Reindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?” Theo prodded, his smirk audible.

“I don't! It's obv—it’s probably not p-poison!” Renley stammered.

“What's this about poison?” Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.

“Check fucking mate,” Draco mouthed, grinning.

“Professor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/n’s beloved Flutterby bush,” Theo said.

“Is this true, dearie?” Sprout asked you.

“Yes ma’am, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renley’s been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,” you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

“Crabbe, Goyle, grab him,” Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.

The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.

“Hey! What the fuck—” his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.

Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.

Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. “Was it worth it, Renley?” Draco asked, his voice low.

“Look, Malfoy. I didn't mean to—”

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. “You're lucky it wasn't poison,” he snarled, and dropped Renley’s head into the dirt. “Leave him on the front steps of the castle,” he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.

Blaise chuckled. “That was fucking brutal, mate.”

Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. “Like I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.”

The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.

“Sorry I missed it,” Theo laughed.

“Where is she?” Draco asked.

“Staying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.”

“Well, she certainly won't be disappointed,” Blaise snickered.

“So she’s alone?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.

“Yep.” Theo smirked. “See ya’ back in the common room.” He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.

He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.

“Draco? What are you—saints, your hands!” You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.

“I'm fine, love,” he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.

Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.

“Who did—” you paused, eyes narrowing. “Renley?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Draco!” You huffed, dropping his hands. “I had it under control!”

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

“Draco!” You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. “You don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it and—”

Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?”

You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.

He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. “Can I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. “Anything for my hero.”

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.

And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.

He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Draco,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.

He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. “Do you want me to be gentle with you, darling?” He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.

You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. “No.”

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.

“Words, love,” he said, pausing his movement.

“Yes, baby. Please,” you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.

“Colloportus,” he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. “Don't move,” he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

“There we go,” he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.

You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.

“Fuck, D,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. “You said you wouldn't be gentle “

He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. “Just so pretty,” he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. “Can't help but worship you a little.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.

“This better, brat?” He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. “Oh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,” he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. “What'd he call you? Sweetheart?” He chuckled. “Sweet doesn't begin to cover it.”

“How did you—”

He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.

“Are you sweet, baby?” He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.

“Only for you,” you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.

“That's right,” he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. “All fucking mine,” he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. “Doing so well for me, sweet thing.” He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.” You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

“You like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?” Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.

“Yes, yes—fuck!” You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. “Did so good, love. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, throat tight with affection.

“Squishin’ me,” you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.

“Sorry, darling,” he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.

“Mm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.

“I have my methods,” he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.

“Were you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?” You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.

He smirked. “Perhaps.”

“What a horrible invasion of privacy,” you snickered, giving him a playful peck.

“You want to punish me for it?” He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Enough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.”

“Good thing I already cured mine,” he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're adorable.”

You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. “Can we get takeaway after this?”

He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. “Of course we can.”

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Smut scene from The Sun To Your Shadow

Yandere Sebastian x f!Farmer 🐸🚜

CW: Referenced past SA, referenced murder, breeding kink, possessive sex

She could grind me into dust, let me dissolve into nothing. I was hers and she loved me. I gripped careful bruises into her hips, she drew blood along my back. So much evidence of our love, but I needed more.

I needed to be with her forever. I needed proof that survived the dull drumbeat of time, that survived the decay that would blow us away from each other like the steadfast carving of twin mountains over eons.

So, I settled into life with her. I brought her a bouquet of lilies and fairy flowers, I worked from her dining table. I looked through her medicines, I read through her diary as if it were my favorite novel.

She was feeling better by the Winter, sex didn’t frighten her the way it did in the summer. Winter 16, she waited in the bedroom while I stayed on a long work call. She wore my sweatshirt and whispered my name. I pumped my cock as I read, vowing to make her scream it. Winter 22, she slid a toy into herself, regretting that it wasn't as thick as me. She didn't know for sure, but her guess was confident. She had only seen my dick in passing. She wished she had looked a little longer at the mountain spa.

By the time the snow melted and the daffodils made their tentative climb from the dirt, she thought she might be ready to get off of the Zoloft. She thought about buying me a mermaid pendant but she was afraid it was too soon. She wondered how to talk about it, if I was really okay with living in the valley for the rest of my life.

How many kids did I want, did I want any at all. How my face was inscrutable when she hinted at the future, that she didn’t want to chance losing the one person who made her feel safe in all of this.

Still, she hardly let me touch her for so long. I couldn’t fault her. She flinched when I grabbed her hand, ducked at strange sounds in the old house. I only had her at night, when the loneliness was too much for her to bear. She crawled into my arms on the couch, on the bed when my mother finally finished construction on a new bedroom. She let me breathe into her hair, let me speak soft things into her ears as she fell asleep.

I’ve got you, Daph.

No one will hurt you again.

I’m here, I’m with you.

I’m not going anywhere.

She surprised me one night. I thought she had fallen asleep. I should have thought better of it, but god I wanted her to know, even if she couldn’t hear me. My voice was low, soft, just the way she liked it. The way that made her fingers curl tighter into my chest, the way that made her brow unfurrow as she breathed slowly. The way that gave her true rest.

I stopped him, Daph. I knew what he was doing to you and I stopped him. He was a stain on the valley, on the world, on you. I rinsed it all clean. No one will ever, ever hurt you again.

Her breath hitched before she tilted her head up to watch my face. She didn’t spend much time assessing me. She was awake, she had heard me. She knew what I did, she knew the things my hands had done to keep her safe. She had seen me care for her for months after, she knew. She climbed astride me, kissing me deeply. She kissed me as if we were back at the concert, a continuation of the time stolen from us.

She ripped her shirt off, bare breasts in the moonlight. She dove in to kiss me again, but I stopped her. I groaned in pain as I pushed her by the shoulders. “I don’t want to rush this, Daph. this is special.” Her eyes widened, they welled with tears. I sat up to meet her face, “I want you, I do.” I wouldn’t fuck her recklessly like Shane, I wouldn’t haphazardly bruise her thighs.

I was so deliberate, so careful as I kissed her. My hips rose and fell to feel her grow slick against my sweatpants. I left my marks along her neck, her shoulders, her chest. Carefully, I chose where the petals of my affection bloomed across her skin. I gave her pleasure in equal measure, my fingers sliding along her throbbing clit as she rocked into my hand, whining into my ear.

Two fingers, how tight she was yet how easily I dove into the wet heat. She was helpless as my thumb met her clit again, running lazy circles as I watched her above me. She grasped at my shoulders for support, to aid her shaking knees as she came for me. I fucked her through it with my slowing hand, only removing it to let her collapse. She twitched gently, already hungry for more as she rode my cock through my pants.

I slid my fingers into her mouth, rapt with adoration as she closed her eyes to taste herself. I wanted to make her wait, to make her just as hungry for me as I had been for her. A thousand years of temptation and longing couldn’t have been enough, couldn’t have brought her down the path she had taken me. My will shattered as she slipped my fingers from her mouth whispering, “I love you, Sebastian.”

I ripped the waistband of my pants down, clutching her as best I could while I kicked them onto the floor. She took me inside of her, desperately grinding away at me. She could grind me into dust, let me dissolve into nothing. I was hers and she loved me. I gripped careful bruises into her hips, she drew blood along my back. So much evidence of our love, but I needed more. I angled my hips into her, searching for the spot until she threw her head back and cried my name. Right there for her, the softest spot within her. Again and again until she couldn’t make words, until my name became a drawn out scream.

I needed to be with her forever. I needed proof that survived the dull drumbeat of time, that survived the decay that would blow us away from each other like the steadfast carving of twin mountains over eons. The squeeze of her orgasm sent me over the edge, I spilled into her. I threw her onto her back, fucking it back into her as my efforts threatened to drip out onto the sheets. I took her lips, took her scream into my mouth until she came again and I spilled into her so hard I lost my balance.

I collapsed that time, I let her comfort me. Her fingers carded through my hair as I laid between her full breasts. I could see her in my mind, round and soft. Safe in a sunflower field by the next Fall, feeding chickens and children. I’d give her as many as she needed, as many as it took to prove that I loved her. As many as it took to prove that it was all real. She loved me.

[thecoolestguyinthecrowd]

[graveyardcuddles]

Spawn fans: arguing with Ascended fans.

Ascended fans: arguing with Spawn fans.

Me, a true Astarion Enjoyer:

[duzemine]

She’s still learning the art of seduction

[berkeliums]

fat bear week has me thinking about halsin. he would make such a cute fat bear

[gio-utti]

Hands Threesome ♡♡♡

[skeptical-lynx]

Be careful when taking a bat from the street. You can never know its true identity

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[hell-alka]

No consorts were harmed!

[tinytonestar]

He had a bit of a rough landing...

I animated this for fun! I like the idea of spawn Astarion still being able to turn into a bat, it just takes a lot out of him hehehe