SYNOPSIS: "Still with me?" He asks and it takes a second before she realises that a normal person would respond quicker. It's all static and white noise in her head, you can't blame her for being a little late to the game.
All that comes out is a half strangled hum of agreement.
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Over her shoulder, Osamu clicks his tongue.
"Stop hovering, you're distracting me!" She protests, trying in vain to cover as much of the embarrassingly misshapen riceball in her hands from view.
"I'm not even touchin' ya, baby." He snickers.
"Might as well be." Vaguely she wonders how the fuck shaping rice can be this hard. Five whole minutes later and she can still see the salmon filling peeking out. It's humiliating really, her only saving grace is the absence of Suna and his camera.
"That an invitation?" He says, voice low with a boyish charm that makes her pause and turn around questioningly. "Well if ya insist."
He crowds her back into the counter with a grin, warm hands running up and down her waist affectionately before they spin her back around. Her face flushes hot when his warm chest presses against her back, strong arms winding around her to rest on top of her own.
Caged in.
It's comfortable. Familiar, and despite the embarrassment that still faintly prickles at her, she finds herself relaxing, leaning back into him. He notices, if the silent laugh she feels vibrate deep in his chest is anything to go by.
Gently, he pries apart her hands to get a look at the mess.
There's a beat of silence. A low whistle.
"Damn, this is outta my paygrade, doll." He laughs, tightens his hold when she tries to wriggle out of it, affronted. "Quit that, I'll help ya out." Tossing...whatever that shape was to the side, he scoops some fresh rice out of the pot, the filling out of the pan.
"Ya gotta be gentle, yeah? Overworkin' the rice ruins it shape." He explains, guiding her hands to start shaping it into a triangle. It's coming together much better and far more quickly than when she's tried to solo it, but it difficult to pay attention.
Not when Osamu speaks in that quiet, patient baritone right next to her head, hot breath fanning across her ear. The hands around hers are calloused and much larger. Capable and steady as the guide her, and she fights the urge to tug them up to press a kiss to the pads of his fingers.
"Still with me?" He asks and it takes a second before she realises that a normal person would respond quicker. It's all static and white noise in her head, you can't blame her for being a little late to the game.
All that comes out is a half strangled hum of agreement.
"Good." Is all he says. She'd bet her savings that he's got that smug half smile on his face, amusement twinkling in his eyes. She's seen him make these before, it doesn't take this long. Osamu's dragging it out, the bastard knows exactly what he's doing.
"There, ya did it." He finally says shifting to brace himself on either side of her, chin hooking over her shoulder. "It's easy."
Miraculously, the onigiri he leaves in her hands is a perfect triangle, as good as the ones he packs to sell.
"Of course it's easy when you do it." She turns around in his arms. "You could do this in your sleep."
"It's just practice." He responds easily, watching her take a bite. "Not gonna share?" He raises a brow, smiling when she shoves at his chest playfully.
"No way, you're too smug-"
He presses close and kisses her, taking care to snake a hand behind to the small of her back so the counter doesn't dig into her when she leans back over it.
The food is forgotten, a pleasant warmth in her cheeks and a buzzing in her blood when he pulls away, staring at her in thought.
"What?" She giggles, a little puzzled.
"Nothin'." Osamu brushes their lips together with a smile. "Just thinkin' I should've made more fillings if I got to taste them off ya like this."
A smug laugh rumbles out of him as she buries her face in his shoulder.
→ Leon broke up with you because of his emotional baggage, not wanting to drag you down into his trauma-induced misery. He didn’t usually date out of his line of work anyway, he hated himself for involving himself with someone so innocent. But when he gets a voicemail at an awfully late hour and listens to it, he nearly broke driving laws to get to your place. He still loves you, that much is certain. Your body and mind are like a second nature to him
CW: MDNI, fem!reader, pwp, one sided breakup, angst, description of leon’s self guilt and sabotage, heavy mentions of marriage, centered around Leon rather than the reader, reconciliation, lovemaking–gentle sex, crying, very small religious snippet, he eats you out, unprotected p in v, implied aftercare + implication of a better future
WC: 5.3k
Note: i think…this is my favorite fic that i’ve ever written. breaking my pink blog theme with this and actually capitalizing letters um…i had to set the tone okay. i actually started working on this in january to cope with some things, but i didn’t make much progress until recently!! the title’s a lyric from the song ‘cruel world’
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Leon has a rule: never get emotionally involved with anyone who isn’t in his line of work. The reason behind that is self-explanatory. It's too difficult to accomplish. All his baggage holds him down, and he’s always away for long periods at a time and then returns back with body aches all over and has to hibernate for a while. What does he truly have to offer?
He did it anyway.
You managed to romance him, granting him a fleeting glimpse of happiness and a chance at self-love. Lingering caresses, meaningful eye contact, soulful conversations, an audience to his jokes, the key to your heart — you gave him everything.
Breaking up with you was painful, the second it was all said and done and you were out of his sight, he broke down crying. That was what he deserved, that’s what his mind told him.
It was easy for Leon to disappear from your life, just as quick as the snap of his fingers. He was never around that much to begin with. Your efforts in reaching out to him were futile if he was halfway across the world dealing with another abrupt assignment, or if he fell back into the habit of nursing a drink in some run down bar without contacting a soul.
But no amount of alcohol could make him forget about you these days. The memories of you were too strong to be diluted.
“What about this one?” Curiosity had dripped from your question, your fingers gently feathered across the healed up scar on his left shoulder.
Leon was almost an open book when it came to you, he truly cherished honesty in any relationship, whether romantic or platonic. Guilt weighed on him for having to limit certain answers to only the surface details. It felt wrong; it felt like he was keeping secrets from you and keeping you in the dark. But it couldn’t be helped, not when you weren’t in the same line of work as him. Most of the contents of his work were confidential.
After all, at this point the two of you had only been dating for half a year. How could he burden your mind with the harsh realities of everything that wasn’t known by the general public?
The two of you were naked, tangled under the sheets. No sex or anything, simply getting familiar with each other’s bodies and exploring with gentle and cautious hands.
“1998, shot on duty.”
The memories were still fresh in his mind. People say that forgetting a traumatic event is common, people dissociate to cope and shield their brain. It was the opposite for Leon. All the screams plagued his mind like a damn mantra, no way in hell would he ever be able to forget anyone’s voice.
Either that, or his mind made up fantasies about what could’ve been between you both. Domestic bliss. Buying a house together. Shy talks about how many kids you guys wanted. The memories haunted him. He wanted it back.
He even bought a ring. A beautiful one that he was meant to display to you when he sunk onto one knee and popped the question that would hopefully bind the two of you for life. The one that he was supposed to fidget with whenever he held your hand as the two of you planned your wedding, whether it be simple, grand, or to elope.
He kept it safe even after he broke up with you, he couldn’t bear to throw it away because of the sliver of hope that maybe one day he’d still get the chance of putting it on your finger. He felt like a fool. Sometimes he opened the box up to reminisce. It tugged at his heartstrings when he saw how rough his own fingers were in comparison to the smooth metal, from his years of physical exhaustion and training. God, he wished your hands would never get all battered like his.
He thought about you so much that you were the star actress in his nightly dreams.
The worst ones were the nightmares, though. Like the one that had him turning in his sleep tonight.
It all replayed in his mind. Your facial expression when he broke up with you out of the blue — the way the smile on your face had faded into a frown, your glimmering eyes contorting into that of disheartened ones. The way you looked at him with such a concoction of emotions. The pitiful chuckle that escaped your lips along with a nervously spoken ‘what?’ Or maybe it was the prolonged silence afterwards that killed him. It felt like hours until he got a proper response from you, one that was drowned out by the drumming of his own heart and the pulse that formed in his ears.
Usually he got to the end of it, but tonight he was abruptly woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. A blessing in disguise, maybe. Regardless, he was a bit irritated, he had always been such a light sleeper.
“You’re kidding…” Leon let out a heavy sigh, trying to rub the sleep away from his eyes. He didn’t even want to answer, too tired to even think about the possibility of being called to the field. No way in hell did he want to be met with Hunnigan’s voice and some intel he didn’t feel like remembering.
He let the phone ring, and eventually, blissful silence filled the room again. If it was dire, he knew he’d get another call soon.
Instead, he heard his phone vibrate not long after. He muttered out a curse before reaching for his phone, seeing that a voicemail was left. He didn’t bother reading whose number it was. Christ, the message was 5:06 minutes long.
Whatever. He played it aloud, resting his forearm over his face as he listened in.
“Hey Leon, it’s me…”
Fuck.
He fully sat up on his bed, so quickly it could’ve given him whiplash.
“I miss you. Still think about you every day. I don’t know what I did wrong…you probably aren’t even listening to this. I just…I don’t know.” a sigh. “The clock hit 12 and um, well today’s the anniversary of the day you asked me out. Maybe you don’t remember. I think you do though, you were always good with dates.”
Leon knew the voice of a broken person when he heard it.
No. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to let you go and then you’d see how much life had to offer, how any other person could give you a better and more stable relationship.
How could you be hung up on a man like him?
It was instinctual. He shuffled out of bed, body reacting before his mind and reaching for a clean pair of clothes from his closet. He left the voicemail playing in the background, it filled his lonely house. His heart was racing so loudly he couldn’t even hear the sounds of the wind outside or the creak of the floor with every step. All he did was change and brush his teeth before he drove over to you.
Thankfully, the roads were empty and the highway was free of traffic or else surely he would’ve been pulled over.
Thinking rationally wasn’t necessary when it came to you, not when he just got punched in the gut with a load of nostalgia and gut wrenching heartbreak.
He has always been yours, even during the separation. His heart hammered within his ribcage when he pulled into your driveway, his body moving in a hurry out of his car and towards your door. No hesitation.
Knock, knock, knock.
Ten seconds felt like ten minutes, but eventually the door swung open.
Your pretty face filled the focus of his pupils, his expression softening. You looked like a deer in the headlights, gazing up at him with wide eyes.
Oh, my sweet girl. There she is.
His hands itched to reach for you, to hold you in his arms and spin you around, nuzzling his nose against yours like old times — like some romantic drama. He hadn’t watched one in a while, they reminded him too much of you. He shoved his hands in his pockets.
Leon's hair was messy. It was a sight you had seen many times: his bed hair. Those emotion carrying eyes of his were contrasted with the lifeless bags under them. He came over so damn quickly he hadn’t even taken the time to make himself look composed.
“Leon? What are you…” You couldn’t even finish your thoughts. You felt nothing yet so much at the same time, perhaps from the shock of it all. You brought two fingers to the pulse on your neck to make sure you were awake, and hadn’t somehow fallen asleep after your call and voicemail to him. The thundering pace of your pulse confirmed that you weren’t off in dream land.
“I got your voicemail,” He responded, sounding remorseful. “Had to make sure you were alright. Uh…can I come in?”
You continued staring at him like if he was some sort of supernatural being. If you reached your hand out to touch him, would he disappear? Or perhaps your limb would go straight through him as if he was transparent.
You snapped out of it and nodded. “Yeah, come on in.” Hesitation clouded your tone, not out of wariness but because you had no clue what the hell was going on. You hadn’t seen him in over a year, at least not in person, only through photos and videos you still had saved on your phone from when the two of you were dating (going through them was part of your nightly routine.)
“To be honest…I wasn’t expecting you to even hear my message.”
You stood there awkwardly as he entered, closing the door afterwards. Your apartment still smelled the same, a wave of comfort washed over him despite the circumstances, his eyes darting around at all your belongings. This was once his safe space, like his secret haven.
You sat on your couch, waving him over. Your legs felt like jelly, no way could you be standing for this. He followed, sitting on the couch cushion on the opposite side from you.
“My ringtone woke me up. I thought you were a coworker of mine at first but…I’m glad you weren’t.”
“Glad, really?”
“Yeah.” He gave no further context, at least for that minute.
Silence hung in the air, time became still. Either way, the shared glance between the two of you broke the tension, you were both thinking the same thing. Your minds were linked, seeking reconciliation, every circuit of neurons buzzing with your shared proximity.
He rested his elbows on his knees, running a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. Everything felt surreal, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, afraid he’d disappear.
“I’m…I’m sorry about the way I ended things.” There was a crack in his voice, he was so desperately clinging onto the ideology that he shouldn’t wear all his heart on his sleeve. He failed every time though, his words had wavered.
“I know.” You truly did.
“How?”
“Because I know you, Leon. It hurt, and I found myself wondering why you would just up and leave after what felt like such a meaningful time. But I didn't ever think you did it with mal intent.”
You should be demanding answers, hell, he could even take a few slaps to the face. Maybe his guilt ridden self preferred that to your sweet treatment. Did he even deserve to be met with your understanding? This self-pitying mindset he harbored is what had led to this in the first place.
“You’re right. I didn’t mean to hurt you, that’s the last thing I wanted to do.” Were his efforts in explaining himself getting across? “I thought it was better this way. I'm…broken.”
Trying to convince him that he isn’t ‘broken’ was futile, all you could do was beautify it instead. You scooted closer to him, clasping one of his hands between yours. “All you see are your faults, but I was seeing you entirely, not just for what you do in your job or the images that keep you up at night.”
His hands felt the same. Calloused in areas he couldn’t help like his knuckles and his palms, but well-kept in the nail department. He looked down at the physical contact, putting his other hand atop yours, his thumb grazing tenderly at your skin. Familiar territory.
“It’s hard not to.” He admitted, his eyes feeling glossy all of a sudden. “My job is my life, it drags into every other part of my life.”
“How did it drag into our relationship?”
He truly didn’t know how to answer that. The times he shared with you were the best experiences of his life. He finally got the chance to pull out his cardboard box full of romantic movies to watch with the lover he had been waiting for his whole life, you. Countless nights spent cooking together in your kitchen, full of laughter and playful bickering, and some harmless food fights. Grocery shopping together with laced fingers, just a sneak peek into domesticity. God, he yearned for its return.
“I don’t know. I constantly had to leave and got no vacation time either. Let’s see…I had to keep a lot of information confidential. It kinda screams ‘this’ll all make a girl run the other way.’”
How wrong he was, he ended up leaving before he could get abandoned, as if that would’ve happened, though, you never wanted him out of your life.
“That wasn’t true for me, Leon. I wanted to be with you. I just hope I wasn’t a burden on you.”
That hurt. A dull ache spread across his chest. He pulled you close, tucking you against his side.
“Don’t say that,” His instruction was soft spoken, his lips brushed against your cheek. You were never a burden, he always shut you out, thinking that his heart was full of thorns and you’d prick yourself if he let you get too close. That, perhaps his sorrow was contagious and his poison would flood your veins.
Words of comfort weren’t his strong suit, but he tried his best. He had to. “You weren’t a burden. Never were, and never will be, okay?”
It felt so good to have you against him, his gaze was set on you, searching for any indicator that you were uncomfortable. You leaned your shoulder against his shoulder though, nuzzling against him. Pensive silence followed.
Even with the somber undertones filling your apartment, your heart was bursting. He was here, back with you. Holding you like he used to do after you had a particularly stressful day at work, or when you had an argument with one of your close ones.
The long separation made familiar carnal desires spark to life, along with the itch to bring them to fruition.
“I’m glad you’re here.” You murmured to him, but your wavering voice caught his instant attention.
You were on the verge of tears, oh dear. If you started sobbing, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to hold back from crying either.
Leon didn’t waste a second, pulling you onto his lap, one of his hands stroking the back of your head, his other arm wrapping around your back.
“What are you thinking about?” He needed to know. You had always been the most verbal, whereas his feelings usually showed on his face or body language.
“About how much I missed you.” You respond, running your hands up and down his arms, squeezing at his muscles. “And how unreal this feels. And…” Your eyes flicker down to his lips. “I wanna kiss you, Leon…and y’know.” Make love. “Like old times.”
Oh.
“Are you sure?” Leon hadn’t intended for the night to play out this way. He needed to make sure you were actually thinking straight with the pool of emotions you seemed to be drowning in. To be fair, he was drowning too.
It was midnight, your bodies burned for one another.
“I am.” You uttered those words with such finality, eyes set on him.
This wasn’t some impromptu longing for his physical connection, you had been craving it for as long as the two of you had been separated. To feel him in the purest and most tender way possible, nestled against one another and eliciting feelings no one else could.
The pads of his thumbs rub circles against the fat of your hips. He's looking up at you, his eyes are unable to hide a flicker of yearning and affection. Expressive, his pupils dilated and his eyebrows slightly raised. He blinked slowly, like a cat showing utmost trust to its owner.
He looks at you like he worships you (he does.) Get him on his hands and knees, he’ll mumble your name like you’re his god and he’s praying to you, all his sins out in the open and his scarred body for you to look over and judge. He’ll be vulnerable with you if that means you’ll forgive his wrongdoings and give him a second chance. You must be a merciful god, no doubt about it.
“Don’t look at me like that.” You murmured, cupping his face. His gaze was hypnotic, sending a wave of security down your body. It almost felt as if you traveled to the time before he shattered your heart into pieces of glass.
“Like what?” He couldn’t help it. Not like he had a mirror, anyway. His face was usually tense, brows permanently furrowed and eyes narrowed from being attentive all the fucking time, his lips a straight line, jaw anything but relaxed.
Not right now, though. Never with you. Everything in his body softened and loosened up around you. Well, with the exception of his dick but that was another matter.
“You know what I mean. Like…like you still love me.”
Leon didn’t know what to say. The words died in his throat while every fiber of his being wanted to say ‘I do.’ The same words he could’ve voiced out standing across the altar from you. His brain short-circuited.
His pause came across as ambiguous to you, to mask the pain, you kissed him. Like a chocolate on a hot summer day, he melted in an instant, turning to mush, holding one side of your jaw and matching your pace.
The two of you mingled like two puzzle pieces. Your chest was flush against his, one of your hands finding his hair and pulling on it, earning a drawn out groan from him. It went slow for the first five minutes, some occasional pull backs for breath, shy smiles in betweens, before going back in like the act of kissing was needed for your pulses to continue, your hearts beating as one.
“Mmph.” Your whimper made him shudder, oh how he had missed that noise. His other hand got a bit more confident, resting on the small of your back, moving up towards your ribs then back down, almost resting on your ass.
He felt a surge of heat settle in his groin, aching to give you all the pleasure you deserved, to make you feel cherished and known. To knock any misery out of your head and replace it with euphoric sparks and reassurance. To be one with you again, if you’d have him.
He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes fluttering open. “Bedroom?”
A nod from you was all it took. He didn’t let you get up, instead holding your ass as he stood up, his lips back on yours as he carried you to your bedroom like he owned the place. His mind still had the spatial layout, it worked out and he eventually placed you onto the middle of the bed oh so delicately.
You knew what was coming, already taking your clothes off in a haste as you heard his belt come undone, the sound of his taking his shirt off, and his boots being kicked off.
It wasn’t long until he was on you again.
Leon took his time to look at your body. He was all too familiar with it, knowing exactly where certain beauty marks were, or the places that were sensitive to even the slightest fan of his breath. His fingertips ghosted over your sides, sucking in a sharp inhale as his eyes roamed all over, studying you as if you were his muse and he was about to draw you. “So beautiful…”
His lips had traveled all across you once upon a time. Leon had a great memory, perhaps one of his best features, though also his downfall. At times like these, it comes in handy. It almost seemed like a hazy flashback to the nights he had you splayed on the bed, pressing his lips against your forehead and making it all the way to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
He wanted to mimic the memory. “Need to taste you. Can I?”
“God, yes.” You agreed in a heartbeat, body already feeling all tingly at the anticipation.
He littered open mouthed kisses from the middle of your chest, all the way down to your end of your stomach, making your body ignite with flames and mind flood with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. What day was it? Month? Year? You couldn’t remember, just desperately hoping this wasn’t some realistic feeling dream. You’ve had those too often, and if you woke up without him by your side, you felt like you would die from heartbreak.
He hooked his arms underneath your thighs to pull you close. His fingers dug into your thighs as he took another look at his favorite pretty cunt. He missed this. Missed you. Missed having you grind yourself against his face until he couldn’t breathe. Missed having his heart race from the angelic noises you blessed his ears with.
His nose pressed against your clit, applying light pressure as his tongue lapped at your slit, gathering the dew there. Geez, he really got right into it. Your eyes rolled back, your stomach tensing and your back arching. You could die right now by your (ex) lover’s tongue, what a way to go.
On the occasion that he opened his eyes, he’d look up at you through his light lashes — he swore you looked like an angel from his perspective.
“What is this? Your last meal on death row?” You were joking, but god…he really was making your mind go blank, he knew just all the right buttons to press.
“Oh, so you think I’m a criminal?”
Like always, you reached for his hair, pushing it back and hearing him growl out of contentment. He gave your clit gentle sucks before flattening his tongue against it and flicking it, his head moving side to side, repeating the process again and again.
One thing about Leon? He always found a way to turn you on by being vocal. His noises were muffled and sloppy but you could feel the vibration of all his whimpers and growls against you as he took his time eating you out. He was getting off to pleasuring you, and that fact alone made it so much hotter.
Your thighs were trembling, threatening to close in and squeeze his head. Leon placed one of his hands over your lower abdomen, applying light pressure with his palm and coaxing you into your orgasm.
It didn’t take you long to get there, you hadn’t felt a tongue on you in ages, he was your last.
“Leon, I’m—“
He already knew.
“That’s it, make a mess all over my face.” It sounded like a demand but instead it came across as a pitiful and desperate plea.
How many times had he been in this position? Lying on his stomach, your taste on his tongue, chin dripping with his drool and your wetness, feeling your body trembling…he couldn’t even count how many. But it was enough for him to know your body like no other.
He kept going even after your thighs started squeezing in on him, even with the way you unintentionally tugged at his hair enough to have him rutting against your sheets. He made sure to make your orgasm feel good, lapping at you all throughout until he heard a whine leave your lips and he felt you weakly push his head away — he didn’t want to overstimulate you and hurt you.
He finally took a breath, one that filled his lungs with satisfaction as he propped himself up on his elbows before sitting up. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling his blood pump south with the way you were still composing yourself, your legs twitching all cutely and your torso rising and sinking with each deep breath you attempted to take.
“Do you wanna…” Your eyes flitted down to the prominent tent in his pants, feeling a stirring in your stomach already.
“Do you?”
“Yeah. I mean…only if you want to.”
With his belt already in some corner of the room and his fly down, all that was left was discarding his pants and boxers down. He fished his wallet out and pulled a packet from it before doing so.
You were too distracted eyeing his now exposed dick, gulping. It had been a while. But a certain wrapper noise caught your attention. A condom. You had always been careful with him in the past, but you wanted him inside him without any barriers. To feel him entirely, his skin against your insides.
“Don’t, please?”
“But–“
“I need to feel you, Leon.”
“Already being a bad influence on me? What am I gonna do with you?” His jest was met with your roll of eyes, but the corners of your eyes crinkled, happy he was already comfortable enough to bicker a bit.
He pet your head, gazing fondly at you as he awaited your response.
“I just want to feel you as close as possible. I don't know how to explain it. You can pull out at the end…I dunno.”
You didn’t need to explain further, because he felt the same. He kissed your forehead, whispering “okay.”
Getting in between you and in position for missionary, he continued peppering kisses all over your face. He couldn’t hold back, he had so much to make up for, he owed you at least a thousand more. He pushed into you, a breathy moan leaving his lips, it felt like he had just entered the pearly gates. And the way your jaw hung open in a silent gasp told him you felt the same.
“You alright?”
“Mhm, keep going.”
“God, I missed you…” His thrusts made the bed creak, adding to the assortment of sounds of two bodies joined as one: skin against skin, high pitched gasps and occasional throaty groans, nails scratching against Leon’s back and leaving red marks in their wake, a subtle noise, but there nonetheless.
“Yeah? How much?”
“Too much. Could never get you outta my mind.” He admitted, burying his head against your neck to leave open-mouthed kisses all over, smiling when he felt you squirming. “Dreamt about you every night. Every…every morning I woke up, I thought you’d still be by my side.”
His response knocked the breath out of you, God if you could have him closer than physically possible, you would. This was the closest you’d be though, his tip hitting your g-spot, his body flush against yours, it was just the two of you in this never ending universe.
“Leon…Leon…fuck.” You called for him like you needed him to prevent you from crumbling.
He pinned one of your hands to the side of your head and laced his fingers between yours, his head remaining against your other side, raspy grunts and incoherent praises rumbling against your ear. He gently bit your earlobe, tugging at it and sending a shiver down your spine.
Despite all his self doubts, Leon knew how to love, how to send another person to cloud nine and make their head fuzzy with sheer euphoria. He wasn’t fucking you, he was loving you, there’s a clear difference.
His lips trailed to your jawline, eventually reaching your lips and initiating an uncoordinated make out session, the sound of dazed out whimpers and quiet growls mixing together perfectly.
He was getting there, his pace more erratic than before, his hand squeezing yours tightly. “You’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your lips, speaking in between rushed pecks. “Prettiest girl in the world.”
You managed to smile at that. “Yeah? Well you’re the prettiest boy in the world.”
You could’ve said handsome. Or hot. Or cute. But Leon was pretty, that was always the first thing that came to your mind. He was like a model, surely some agency would have tried to recruit him if he were actually in broad daylight more.
“Mm.” He liked the compliment. No more words were exchanged after that, he was focused on feeling you. Feeling the way you took all of him like it was nothing, clearly the two of you were physically made for one another.
There was no going back from this, Leon couldn’t bear the thought of getting a taste of happiness yet again and then falling back into a hopeless pit. He wouldn’t push you away again.
You were already sensitive from the way he had made you cum on his face earlier. You pulled away from his kisses, your head thrashing side to side against the pillow instead, your hips desperately bucking to meet his.
“Leon…”
“Just let go for me, you can do it.”
Moans ripped from your throat, your nails leaving crescent indents on his skin as your body writhed underneath him. Leon couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you came, his own stomach feeling tighter and tighter until he followed suit.
“I love you.” He let it slip at the very end, his mind too dazed and his emotions for you running at full blast. You would’ve replied if not for the way you were in awe, watching the way his eyebrows furrowed, his head tilted back, his mouth let out the raspiest grunts as he pulled out and came. Fuck, he couldn’t be real.
It was only then that Leon’s head cleared. He felt his heart sink to his stomach, had he said something wrong? The moment died down, he felt uncertain about how you’d react. Regardless, Leon took a moment to admire you in your flushed state before leaning down to kiss your head, then lying down beside you and pulling you to his side.
You were all dazed with his confession lingering in your head.
He still loved you. Maybe it was obvious, but hearing it aloud was a completely different feeling.
All the suppressed emotions between the two of you were being put on the spotlight. Your eyes brimmed with unshed tears, you tried to blink them away, but you failed.
Leon wished your eyes hadn’t gotten glossy and that your lips hadn’t tugged into a small frown. It made his heart physically ache. Heavy hearted, that’s what he felt like, swallowing to try to alleviate just how sore his throat felt all of a sudden. Guilt bubbled in his stomach because he knew he was the source of your tears.
He kissed away your tears, welcoming the salty taste of them.
He couldn’t tell you not to cry, he wasn’t in the position to. All he could do was reassure you instead, curling his hand into a fist before rubbing soothing circles onto your back as he watched you curl against him.
“Hey…”
“Sorry. I didn't mean to start crying. I just…you still love me? Did you mean that?”
“It’s okay. Just let it out, I'm here for you.” He had your head tucked underneath his chin. “And yeah…I never stopped.”
“I love you too.”
He wasn’t leaving this time.
Maybe that ring he held onto would find its true owner soon.
an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.
pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader
warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie
The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind – of course not.
Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.
Where is it? 325, 326, 328… wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!
Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.
A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.
Instantly, you switched into work mode.
An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.
“Y/n, I’ll be okay,” he assured with a determined nod of his head.
The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.
It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asuma’s forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldn’t have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.
“Where is he?” you demanded.
Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.
“In there,” he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, “but listen, we gotta talk first. He –”
You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.
“Hey – y/n. We’re not tryin’ to keep you from him, but you need to know -”
Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.
“Tell me what? Why can’t I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,” you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.
Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you weren’t a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.
It was Gai that spoke up.
“K-kakashi doesn’t want to stay in hospital. Says he’ll manage by himself at home. He – he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that it’ll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.”
You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t want me to see him. Thinks I’ll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?
“Move, Gai. I’ll only ask you once.”
He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashi’s demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friend’s life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.
The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.
He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.
You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.
It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.
You hadn’t known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.
Kakashi’s steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.
“Knew they wouldn’t be able to keep you out,” he croaked out.
It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him – it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.
“You need a bath.”
Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.
“You offering to bathe me, princess?”
His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to ‘blow’ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question – consequences be damned.
You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, “what’s this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?”
The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didn’t miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.
“I don’t need to be here, I’m more than capable of caring for myself at home,” he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, “I’ve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.”
“That’s all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? You’ll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,” you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.
Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.
He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasn’t going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.
It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred – an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.
“I’m going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win – not entirely.
“Fine,” you mused softly, “but I’ll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?”
He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.
Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.
“Fine,” he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, “but only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.”
He would be the death of you both…
~
Kakashi’s house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.
You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.
It hadn’t taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.
He hadn’t lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.
The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.
“What’s wrong?” he slurred.
“Nothing really,” you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, “I just – I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please don’t shut me out.”
He didn’t answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.
“Shit!”
Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!
The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.
His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.
The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.
Your man.
The man you loved with all your heart.
The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did – and you were going to give it all to him.
~
Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.
A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.
Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat – a lot of heat.
He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.
It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.
He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.
Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.
Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his ‘bullshit’, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge – as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.
It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.
You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind – especially when he was around you – it all worked like a charm.
Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your ‘fight or flight’ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.
Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.
He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.
Time to prove I am no invalid.
~
It wasn’t the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No – it was the absence of warmth.
Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.
He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.
You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didn’t want him to do!
“The hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didn’t you wake me?”
You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared – dared – to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.
“I managed just fine, didn’t I?” he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.
“And what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasn’t had any chance to heal yet,” you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.
One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.
He was too close and too far away.
The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashi’s tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.
Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.
We should stop – I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?
Against your better judgement, you didn’t put an end to the kisses, didn’t halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.
You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldn’t find the will to care how dangerous this was.
It wasn’t until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.
You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasn’t hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.
With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, “I need to check you over, don’t misinterpret my stopping you.”
Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didn’t stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.
“Told you I could care for myself.”
You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.
Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.
“I didn’t doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone – not anymore. Let me in, you don’t have to walk this path alone.”
His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong – you knew that now.
“Plus, I haven’t had a chance to bathe you yet,” you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.
You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.
“Let’s wrap you up and I’ll cook some breakfast.”
~
The day slipped quickly into the next.
A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.
Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.
For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didn’t want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.
You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything ‘funny’, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand – forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise – and he had not blushed, you couldn’t prove it!
In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy “goodnight” and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.
He was not so lucky...
Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.
Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.
He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.
In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.
A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.
The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.
Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.
“Princess, it’s you,” he whispered.
He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure – had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin – unmarked and perfect.
“Kashi, it’s me. I’m – I’m okay. Look at me,” you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.
His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could – cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.
Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.
Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, “Need you, y/n. Please – I just – I want to wrap myself in only you.”
You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around – this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.
A soft kiss was your answer.
Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.
The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.
He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.
You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered – as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.
“Love you so much princess,” he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.
“Kashi – fuck – wait!”
He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.
You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.
It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.
“Mm,” he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.
“Let me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.”
He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.
You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls – rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.
His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.
Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.
You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.
Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally – finally – came to rest flush against Kakashi’s hips.
“That’s it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?” he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.
You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.
It was slow and intimate.
Both hot and intense – lovemaking and primal sex.
Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.
Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.
Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, “lean back princess, I gotcha.”
You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan – sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.
“Love you Kashi – love you so much,” you slurred.
Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didn’t dare to give you even a second reprieve.
“I love you too y/n.”
Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.
“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasn’t prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework – it truly was a sight to behold.
Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.
Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashi’s orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.
Slowly, you returned to earth.
Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.
“You know,” Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, “you still haven’t bathed me yet…”
He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.
“How about an extra special kind of bath?”
The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.
“You’re so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will – will you stay?” he asked in utter reverence.
an: a story written for an absolute sweetheart who always encourages me with the kindest of words. This is for you, my darling @tired-teacher-blog, I hope you enjoy taking care of Kakashi.
pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader
warnings: talk of injuries, blood, wounded Kakashi, lots of hurt/comfort, bags of fluff with the adorable idiot, lots of kissing, love bites, soft Kakashi, unprotected sex, a lil nipple play, reader on top, creampie
The overwhelming smell of disinfectant stung your nostrils. It made your eyes burn and it was nothing to do with the threat of tears that pulled from the depths of your anguished mind – of course not.
Your heart thundered in your ears, and you tried valiantly to at least steady your breathing, or you were going to end up in one of these damn rooms as well. You raced through the unfamiliar hallways in search of the correct room, cursing your decision not to intern here when you had the chance.
Where is it? 325, 326, 328… wait, what the fuck? Where is 327?!
Your feet skid to a halt on the tiled floor, and the squeak of your soles caught the attention of two men you only knew as brief acquaintances at best. The state of your overworked brain meant you had not seen them at all, had not noticed the looming presence of two males dressed in the familiar jonin uniforms nor the smell of blood, heavy enough to overpower the disinfectant.
A heavy hand fell to your shoulder mid-spin, trying to get your bearings and still puzzling over how a room could simply vanish? Snapping your head around; your gaze came to rest on the blood-soaked features of Asuma Sarutobi.
Instantly, you switched into work mode.
An expert eye took in the nasty gash that covered his left brow as the reason for the reddish-brown blood that smeared around his eye and down his cheek and neck. It had stopped bleeding but would need stitches to keep it from re-opening and your fingers were lifting to turn his chin when he cleared his throat loudly, enough to pull you out of your assessment.
“Y/n, I’ll be okay,” he assured with a determined nod of his head.
The dark-haired male looked over his shoulder and you followed his gaze to see Gai, leaning against the wall. The normally exuberant male was pale, and his lower lip quivered as he stared at you. His eyes were puffy and tender, not filled with their usual mirth and youthful good humour.
It was enough to cause your heart to palpitate even worse, sweat-slicked your palms as you gripped Asuma’s forest green jonin vest. You tugged at him, shaking with all the strength you possessed. It shouldn’t have been enough to make him budge but the Sarutobi swayed like a tree caught in a ferocious wind.
“Where is he?” you demanded.
Gai sniffled at the sound of your raw, broken voice and Asuma slid a hand through his hair. It was strange seeing him without a lit cigarette pressed between his lips but apparently, even he knew when it was best not to break the rules.
“In there,” he pointed back with his thumb to a door that was tucked into the corner, “but listen, we gotta talk first. He –”
You brushed him off, rounding his imposing frame with eyes fixed on the door that now you could see clearly emblazoned with 327 next to the panel of frosted glass. Before you could reach for the handle, Gai intercepted, blocking the door with a lowered shake of his head. He refused to meet your eyes, content with inspecting the depth of the highly polished floor and you bared your teeth in annoyance.
“Hey – y/n. We’re not tryin’ to keep you from him, but you need to know -”
Anger exploded through your veins, hissing like an angry cat you turned back to Asuma who had followed you the few steps to the closed door.
“Tell me what? Why can’t I just see him? You can spout your bullshit inside there,” you yelled, pointing at the room you were desperate to enter.
Asuma sighed, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he rubbed at the back of his neck. You stared him down as if you weren’t a good foot shorter and only equipped in the basic self-defence that all medical-nins were required to master.
It was Gai that spoke up.
“K-kakashi doesn’t want to stay in hospital. Says he’ll manage by himself at home. He – he told us to stop you from seeing him like this, thinks that it’ll make you think less of him. My eternal rival is truly a foolish man.”
You frowned at those words, heavy lead settling in the pit of your stomach. He doesn’t want me to see him. Thinks I’ll think less of him? Why did I fall in love with a damn idiot?
“Move, Gai. I’ll only ask you once.”
He did as he was told, even he knew that Kakashi’s demand was utter lunacy, and he thanked the heavens above that you had graced his best friend’s life when you had. Kakashi Hatake was a stubborn man, but he had met his match in you.
The air was cool inside the room, and most of the light was kept out from the shuttered blinds that lined the window. Only the low hum of the air conditioning unit could be heard as you stared at the man lying asleep in the bed. Your vision swam with tears at how small your towering man looked in the standard hospital bed.
He had the sheets pulled up and over his nose, refusing to allow the mystery of his lower face to be solved even in his injured state. Eyes closed with dark lashes resting on pale cheeks, his usually perky silver hair slumped low over his brow and a pained expression decorated what should be his handsome face, twisting his features into something upsetting.
You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand and bit down hard enough to draw blood from your lip. A hand gripped at the chart clipped to the end of his bed as you skimmed over the details; his vitals on arrival, the exact details of the injury and what treatment had been administered.
It seemed straightforward enough, a deep laceration to the right side of his abdomen from an unknown assailant. No major arteries or organs had been compromised and he had responded to the immediate healing to stop the bleeding from the physician on call.
You hadn’t known you were pacing the floor as you tried to distance yourself from the fact that you were reading the medical chart of your boyfriend, not until a warm hand grabbed at your free wrist and held you in place.
Kakashi’s steel grey right eye peered up at you from the bed, a resigned look painted his face as he let the sheet fall away. His lips were pressed into a thin line as he pulled you down to perch on the edge of the bed.
“Knew they wouldn’t be able to keep you out,” he croaked out.
It was a hard choice between throwing yourself down into his embrace or smacking the shit out of him – it was a real hard choice. You settled for a combination; your head draped against the crook of his neck whilst your palm smacked lightly against his shoulder. You grimaced at the smell that permeated from his dewy skin, there was no familiar tang of his unique scent, it had been replaced by a mixture of old sweat, blood and the lingering smell of antiseptic.
“You need a bath.”
Kakashi chuckled and it hurt your heart at how he winced from the gesture. You tried to lift yourself from his embrace but a firm hand held tight against your head. Fingers smoothed against your hair, playing with the strands as he shifted slightly until his chin rested atop your head.
“You offering to bathe me, princess?”
His tone was low and husky, the familiar pet name sent a surge of feelings to coil in your stomach, and you marvelled that he could think in such a way given how injured he was. Then again, this was Kakashi Hatake, and he had the libido of a permanently smouldering volcano. He was ready to ‘blow’ at the smallest action, given adequate opportunity and he was taking it without question – consequences be damned.
You dodged his suggestive question in favour of asking one of your own, “what’s this I hear about you not wanting to stay in hospital?”
The silver-haired patient let out a grumpy huff at being side-tracked onto more serious matters and you finally managed to detangle yourself from his grip. He eyed you cautiously as you sat in the chair by his bedside, dragged as close as it would allow, and taking the time to wipe away the stray tears that pooled from your eyes. He saw it, he didn’t miss a thing, but he pretended not to and gave you that minute of repose before you were seeking out the warmth of his fingers.
“I don’t need to be here, I’m more than capable of caring for myself at home,” he sulked, at least having the decency to look away from how childish he sounded, “I’ve had worse wounds than this and even you should know that my medical supplies are well stocked.”
“That’s all well and good, but why choose to grit your teeth and manage, when you could stay here and be taken care of? You’ll heal all the quicker if you just allowed yourself to relax,” you had hurried on at the opening of his mouth, knowing that he was going to argue until he was blue in the face.
Kakashi wiped away the fresh sheen of sweat that had beaded on his forehead, his jaw set in a stubborn line as he met your pleading gaze.
He knew you were right; you knew that he knew you were right, but he wasn’t going to roll over on this one. Hell would freeze over before he stayed any longer than he absolutely had to in a hospital.
It was more than simple dislike; it was a deep hatred – an abhorrence of a place that had brought him nothing but pain and misery in the past.
“I’m going home as soon as I have the strength to leave this bed, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.”
You huffed through your nose, the dying desire to throttle your beloved returning to the surface in record time. Kakashi was not the only one that was stubborn, you could be equally difficult when you wanted and right now you were determined that he would not win – not entirely.
“Fine,” you mused softly, “but I’ll be moving in as your care provider until I deem you fit enough to discharge you from my care. Got it?”
He stared at you, openly ogling as if you had, in fact, gone completely mad. You had spent the night at his place as many times as he had spent at yours, but it was never longer than a night or two. It was a bold move to invite yourself to stay temporarily, but Kakashi had to know how seriously you deemed his situation and his injury.
Ready for a verbal battle, you startled as one brow arched high. He licked meekly at his dry, chapped lips and wriggled his shoulders to sit a little more upright in the bed. All you could do was watch, curious as to what he was up to and instantly on guard for the worst.
“Fine,” he ground out before his voice became a heated whisper, one that you were intimately familiar with, “but only if you promise to help me bathe whenever I ask.”
He would be the death of you both…
~
Kakashi’s house was far nicer than your own, and it was kept in immaculate order. However, it held little in the way of homely touches that you filled your small apartment with. Very few things hung on the walls, and the units in his living area were devoid of the little trinkets that cluttered your own. No wonder your boyfriend always appeared endlessly fascinated by them whenever he visited.
You thanked Asuma and Gai for their help in getting Kakashi from the hospital and into his own bed. Asuma looked much better now that his cut was stitched up and his skin scrubbed of the remnants of blood. Even Gai was able to crack some jokes as the two men each braced either side of their friend, helping him hobble slowly towards his home.
It hadn’t taken you long to familiarise yourself with his set-up, it helped that you already knew where his bedroom, bathroom, toilet and kitchen were located. You dumped the hastily packed duffel bag in what appeared to be a spare bedroom and headed for his medical supplies.
He hadn’t lied when he said he was well-stocked, the kit he owned could rival your own and you frowned at the implication. You hated thinking about the times when Kakashi had shunned help in favour of tending his own wounds, locking himself away from any kind of human comfort.
The melancholy of these thoughts spurred your footsteps, speeding you back to the master bedroom and scrambling atop the empty half until you could curl against his uninjured side. Kakashi roused from his doze, a grumble in his throat as his head lolled to look down on you, tearful and quivering as your arms grabbed onto his bicep, hugging it close to your chest.
“What’s wrong?” he slurred.
“Nothing really,” you mumbled with your face buried deep into his shoulder once more, “I just – I hate that you spent so long dealing with your injuries all alone. Please, please don’t shut me out.”
He didn’t answer and you peeked up at his face, flushed and shiny in sweat. Sitting up quickly, your palm met his forehead and you hissed through your teeth at the intense flash of heat that radiated from him. His eyes fluttered behind their lids, and you were increasingly aware of the tension within his muscles, the short sharp spasms that were accompanying his fever.
“Shit!”
Is it just a fever? Sign of infection? Fuck, I should never have allowed him to leave the hospital so soon!
The next thirty minutes were spent in a panic-induced silence. A moist rag, cold but not too cold rested on his forehead as your chakra pulled into your hands. The sensation was comforting, this was something you did well and as the warm feeling flowed to the tips of your fingers, it became a calming sense that eased the worst of the fear from the room.
His wound, although deep and jagged was not bleeding. Nothing had popped open under the strain of the transport home and there was no smell of infection. Your chakra hovered closely against the site, prodding as gently as was possible until you were reassured there was no further immediate danger.
The fever had dipped enough to allow you to sigh in relief, standing on shaky legs as you wobbled your way into the kitchen in search of two glasses of water. Your resolution of remaining in another room for the night scattered to the wind as you stared from the doorway at the sleeping man.
Your man.
The man you loved with all your heart.
The man that deserved love as much as anyone else did – and you were going to give it all to him.
~
Kakashi felt like shit, worse than shit. He groaned, trying to find a comfortable position but the stab of pain in his abdomen put an end to that thought. A rag fell over his eyes which he quickly grabbed and threw across the room. He was unsure what time it was, but it had to be early from the way the warm amber sun filtered through the partially opened drapes at his window.
A soft snore echoed near his ear; his neck craned as much as was possible and the pitter-patter of his heart spoke more than mere words ever could. Curled into a tight ball, your eyes were squeezed shut and fingers clutched into the pale blue bedsheet as if it were your only lifeline in this world. It should be him that you held that tightly, selfishly, Kakashi wanted to be your anchor over all else.
Every muscle ached as his palm met your cheek, thumb stroking the soft skin and he smiled as you nuzzled against his warmth. He tried to recall the events that had transpired once they had arrived at his house, but it was a bit of a blur. Kakashi remembered you thanking Gai and Asuma after they had rather unceremoniously dumped him atop his bed, and after that, there were only mumbled words and heat – a lot of heat.
He felt and smelled disgusting and no longer could he lay here caked in grime and stale sweat. Without disturbing you, Kakashi managed to sit up with only one wince of pain. His bare feet swung to the cool hardwood floor, and he gingerly stood, swaying like the last leaf on an autumn-kissed tree, but remaining upright.
It pained him to leave you asleep, but he knew that you would protest him even being on his feet unaccompanied, and some things a man needed to do on their own.
He caught sight of the unfamiliar bag tossed on the bed in his spare room, before he could stop himself, he was lifting it by the long strap and dragging it back into his room. If you thought for even one second that you were going to sleep in another room, you had another thing coming.
Once more, his gaze softened as he stood to watch you sleep for a moment.
Kakashi had taken plenty of lovers over the years, but never one that burrowed under his skin quite like you. He was enamoured with your no-nonsense attitude, how you challenged him and refused to simply roll over at his ‘bullshit’, as you called it. You were passionate, funny and so pretty it made his teeth set on edge – as if you were the sweetest treat in the candy shop.
It was his greatest pleasure in life to turn that fierce scowl into a shy blushing mess.
You were so affected by his words that he barely had to try to get a reaction from you, so eager for whatever he fed your desires. Whispered words, affirmations of love along with the lewd thoughts that were never far from his mind – especially when he was around you – it all worked like a charm.
Your cunning man adored making you just a little nervous when he set his predatory gaze on you, he could see your ‘fight or flight’ instinct kick in and more often than not he would take chase until you were squealing and giggling in his hold. Thrown over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing, playful swats at your lovely rump and low growls just to hear your cute little noises. Kakashi lived for these moments. They gave him a reason to get up in the morning, to regain the strength he had lost through lack of use and after months of hard work, he was back to peak condition.
Those thoughts wilted as he realised he had been set back by his injury, that he would be out of action for at least a few weeks, and all the lustful memories crashed out of his head in one fell swoop. He stomped to the toilet to take care of business before heading into the attached bathing room where his walk-in shower stood.
He set the water to just below scalding, then lowered it again given the wound under his wrapped abdomen. For long minutes he debated how to go about this whilst the steam curled to the ceiling and fogged the mirror in front of him. The reflection was not a welcome one and he was glad that it quickly became obscured as he brushed his teeth.
Time to prove I am no invalid.
~
It wasn’t the sunlight that caused you to wake, nor was it the incessantly chirpy dawn chorus. No – it was the absence of warmth.
Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you wriggled around like a worm as you tried to force yourself back to slumber without opening your eyes. The softest of inhales pricked your ear, one eye opening to see Kakashi framed in the doorway with a white towel draped loosely around his lean hips.
He held a second smaller towel to his hair which he used to dry the wet strands and a knowing smile graced his lips as he took a further step into the room. The scent of his spicy pink peppercorn body wash permeated the air, it made your mouth salivate as you drank in his self-assured pose.
You shook your head, there was no time for admiring him, no matter how damn gorgeous he was, not when he was doing exactly what you didn’t want him to do!
“The hell are you doing out of bed by yourself? Why didn’t you wake me?”
You rose to your haunches on the bed, fisting the sheets and shaking one at the silver-haired man that dared – dared – to roll his eyes in response. He came to sit on the corner of the bed with a heavy sigh, and you could tell that the exertion of showering had taken it out of him.
“I managed just fine, didn’t I?” he quipped, throwing the small sodden towel in your enraged face.
“And what if you had collapsed in the shower dumbass? You had a raging fever less than twelve hours ago as well as a wicked wound that hasn’t had any chance to heal yet,” you thundered after throwing the wet towel over the damp silver spikes adorning his head.
One minute you were walking on your knees on the mattress, railing at your idiot of a boyfriend for being so careless, and the next you were flat on your back with a smug face inches from your own.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you’re mad at me?” he purred, letting his nose run along the length of your own.
He was too close and too far away.
The kiss was sinfully slow, lips meeting as if reuniting after a great time had passed, relearning their softness and taste. Kakashi’s tongue licked into your mouth as your lips parted on a soft moan, he explored the wet cavern with a gentle dominance. He tasted like minty toothpaste, his chapped lips from the previous night replaced by dew-kissed petals that were soft yet firm against your own.
Your fingers curled around his neck, carding into the damp hair at the nape and twisting just enough for a quiet groan to rumble in the depths of his chest. Kakashi held himself up on one forearm as his free hand trailed over your shorts from yesterday.
We should stop – I should stop. Gods, why does he have to taste so good? Smell so tantalising?
Against your better judgement, you didn’t put an end to the kisses, didn’t halt him when his lips danced over your cheeks, jaw and down to your throat. You were lost in the feel of him, sucked under the waves of mutual desire with no chance of resistance.
You could feel the little love bites that littered every inch of bare skin he could reach, knew that his wandering fingers had started to unbutton your blouse to expose even more to his hungry mouth and you couldn’t find the will to care how dangerous this was.
It wasn’t until your thighs parted further, lifting to wind around his waist, that you were ripped from the chokehold of rampant lust. Kakashi winched as your leg brushed against his stomach, almost dropping atop you as his forearm shook with the exertion to keep him up.
You pushed him back with steady hands and forced him to sit up as you folded your legs into a knot with a worried expression on your face. He looked away from you, not liking that expression one little bit. It wasn’t hard to identify that you had inadvertently hurt his pride.
With kiss-swollen lips you took his head into your hands, cupping his jaw and rubbing both thumbs over his cheekbones, “I need to check you over, don’t misinterpret my stopping you.”
Kakashi continued to look toward the door but didn’t stop you from unwinding the fresh bandages he had applied after his shower. He remained silent as you pressed him back onto the bed, not even a whisper fell from his mouth as you gathered your chakra and swept the abused flesh surrounding his wound. It was looking good, in fact, it looked better than you had expected.
“Told you I could care for myself.”
You straddled his knees, planting both hands against his shoulders. The flash of carmine from the Sharingan dazzled you for a moment, that look of raw need mingled with a stubborn will not to appear weak.
Mindful of his injury, your face lowered to his just as he had done to you moments ago. Your nose rubbed against him, pressing feather-soft kisses to his cheek.
“I didn’t doubt you for a moment, but you are not alone – not anymore. Let me in, you don’t have to walk this path alone.”
His palms cupped your butt, trying to tug you further up his body and you knew what he wanted, but it would be wrong – you knew that now.
“Plus, I haven’t had a chance to bathe you yet,” you teased. With one quick peck on his nose, you stood from the bed and picked up the white bandages.
You ignored the feigned groan of pain. Kakashi pressed a palm to his face, and you knew that if he were at full strength, you would be in a world of trouble right now. However, you were the master until he recovered and what you said was law. He may look as delicious as always, but the wound on his belly and the dark shadows under his eyes were a reminder that he was not well.
“Let’s wrap you up and I’ll cook some breakfast.”
~
The day slipped quickly into the next.
A mixture of soft domesticity and playful bickering. He fought against the sleep that constantly tried to smother him into slumber, only succumbing to napping when you would gingerly curl next to him. Lulling him into the velvet void with your hushed voice and delicate finger that drew patterns of unknown design against his chest.
Kakashi found that he had no desire for you to ever leave his home, even after such a short time. You brightened a place that he had previously found little comfort in, and the idea of you leaving him here alone was not a welcome one.
For all his previous admissions that he could manage just fine on his own, he didn’t want to and for the first time in a long time, he found strength in leaning on someone else.
You had tried to retire to his spare bedroom that evening under the guise of letting him get proper rest, and he had pouted like a petulant child until you caved. You made him swear that he would sleep and not try anything ‘funny’, to which he had scoffed. The ideas in his mind were anything but funny, and yet he agreed to your ridiculous demand – forced to seal it with an equally ridiculous pinky promise – and he had not blushed, you couldn’t prove it!
In truth, he had not the energy to truly press the matter. Falling deeply asleep the very second after you mumbled a sleepy “goodnight” and ushered into what he hoped would be a dreamless sleep.
He was not so lucky...
Kakashi found himself in an unsettlingly familiar clearing.
Faced with an unknown shinobi with no identifying forehead protector. His face was concealed by the hood that shrouded him in darkness, even with the Sharingan he could only make out the faintest traces of a sneer and cold navy blue eyes.
He moved with a speed that was unexpected, and Kakashi followed the movement as he had done when he encountered this enemy with Asuma and Gai. However, this time he would be ready to intercept the strike that had caused his injury. Chakra pulled along his forearm and lightning prickled his palm.
In slow motion, he twisted his torso and struck out with his fist.
A sharp pain had him faltering as his left eye blacked out entirely. Kakashi stumbled as the scene changed in the blink of an eye. Where he should have stood, you were there, arms thrown wide as if shielding him from the attack. All he could do was watch as you fell to your knees and then face first into the dirt.
The world spun to black as he tried to run for you, never getting any closer as he roared your name.
Kakashi jolted awake as two tight hands shook at his shoulders, and he rolled instinctively to pull his attacker under his body. The loud shriek of surprise and fright roused him enough to blink his eyes and look down to see your timid face peering back at him.
“Princess, it’s you,” he whispered.
He roamed your features, watching them soften under his expert gaze. You squirmed for release of his tight hold but Kakashi had to be sure – had to know that you were safe and whole. He yanked at the soft cotton of your sleeping top, exposing your midsection that quivered as he ran exploratory fingers over the soft smooth skin – unmarked and perfect.
“Kashi, it’s me. I’m – I’m okay. Look at me,” you pleaded, and he should have known that you would be smart enough to realise that he had been trapped in a nightmare.
His face crumpled as he rested his weight atop your body, accepting him like only a lover could – cradled between your thighs with arms wrapped around his shoulders. You stroked at his naked back and felt the hairs raise as you did your best to soothe his fear from him.
Kakashi nuzzled against your neck, insistent lips pressed to your beating pulse and the primal noises from inside his chest sparked something equally as basic in you.
Wrapped in the dark of the night, you held the face of your beloved and listened to his most earnest plea, “Need you, y/n. Please – I just – I want to wrap myself in only you.”
You were a slowly burning match, ignited by the love and need so openly displayed. Not hidden behind a playful facade, no teasing or messing around – this was something more and it transcended simple intimacy.
A soft kiss was your answer.
Lost in the feel of the man in your arms, drowned by his taste and aroma. He was the very air that your lungs needed, the reason you greeted each morning with a smile on your face and the other half of your soul.
The pale blue sheets twisted as Kakashi let his hands roam your pliant frame, he may need you urgently but he was still going to savour the moment and enjoy your treasure of a body now stripped of clothes.
He had no desire to stop kissing you. Stealing your moans and swallowing them down hungrily, but your writhing movements spoke of how he was needed in other places.
Swipe, swipe, swipe.
Expert fingers spread through your folds, the roughened pad moving in precise time as his mouth closed around your soft nipple. The gasp in your throat spurred him on, tongue swirling the budding peak and lips rolling it gently.
You were so wet and eager, hips pressing against his hand in the hopes of just a touch more friction and Kakashi delivered – as he always did. His thumb nestled against your clit, moving gently from side to side as he knew you liked. Not more than a ghost of pressure as he slowly stoked your fires.
“Love you so much princess,” he cooed against your breasts. The wet disconnect of his lips snapped at the chains of desire, pulling taut and resonating deep in your stomach.
“Kashi – fuck – wait!”
He growled in answer, pearly white teeth nipping at your neglected nipple and almost entirely feral eyes snapped up at your face. The blazing intensity of the Sharingan never ceased to steal the breath from your lungs.
You had to use all of your strength to roll him over, flipping your positions and drawing a deep grunt from Kakashi. His mouth refused to budge from your trapped nipple, the tip tickling against the sensitive skin as he rubbed his excited erection against your slick pussy. A part of you wondered when he had even removed his pyjama pants, but the thought was banished as he deliberately caught your hood with the blunt head of his cock.
It was hard to think straight, to reassemble your mental faculties enough to remember why you had wanted to be on top. Your short nails scratched into the velvet-encased steel of his chest, catching his pretty perked-up nipples as payback for his teasing ways.
“Mm,” he groaned out and finally let his head fall back against the pillows.
“Let me love you, you deserve the world Kakashi.”
He brushed the tears from your eyes with his thumb, a ghost of a smile pressed on his lips as you gazed at him lovingly. Your heart clenched and it only heightened the points that connected you to him, thighs pressed tight against his hips, hands braced on his chest and the gentle sway of your lower lips that encased his shaft coated in your arousal.
You reached between your bodies, mindful of bearing your weight partially on your haunches, and cupped his heavy balls – rolling them slowly and enjoying the catch of breath in his throat. Dextrous fingers continued the massage until you could take it no longer, your need to unite completely overpowering your rational brain.
His cock was hard and straining in your tight fist, sliding easily from base to tip with how drenched he was in your wetness. You guided him to where you needed him most and slowly inched down. Every vein dragged against your walls, forcing you open. The whine from your pouty lips, the writhe of your hips as you stalled at only a few inches deep only tightened his hold on your waist.
Kakashi rubbed soothing circles against your soft tummy, letting you bounce on half of his length as your tight pussy unfurled like a blooming rose. Each descent was easier than the last, the stinging burn of being stretched overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of feeling him deep inside.
You blushed under his heated stare, the one that spoke of carnal thoughts but was softened by the equally pretty blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Teeth sunk deep into your lip, embarrassed by the lewd noises that were close to escaping your throat.
Kakashi gripped your chin, pulling you down so he could kiss you soundly. It was a clash of teeth, a war of tongues that swirled and fought to come out on top, interrupted by the guttural sound as you finally – finally – came to rest flush against Kakashi’s hips.
“That’s it, princess. So tight for me. You feel me here?” he asked, pressing a hand against the slight bulge on your stomach from the angle of your body.
You writhed like a snake, hissing and whimpering through the deep kiss against your cervix. Clenching around his thick cock, catching every intimate spot with practised precision.
It was slow and intimate.
Both hot and intense – lovemaking and primal sex.
Hips faltered from their rhythmical bounce, losing tempo as fatigue set in. Kakashi kneaded at your butt, spreading the cheeks as he dug his fingers into your yielding plush flesh. He took over, fucking up into your pussy that gripped him so tightly, trying to fix him in place and milk him dry.
Your sweaty face pressed into the crook of his neck, a hand on either side of his face to keep you from pressing your weight against his torso and he cursed his injured body. His hips drove harder, making to demonstrate that he was no weakling, he could still fuck you dumb and that was his intention.
Planting his feet on the mattress, he raised his knees and pressed kisses to your cheek, “lean back princess, I gotcha.”
You were as limp as a noodle yet you managed to press your back against his thighs. You gifted him a perfect view, captured by the bright flare of the Sharingan – sweat-soaked smooth skin, breasts moist from his saliva and where his cock disappeared into your pretty pussy.
“Love you Kashi – love you so much,” you slurred.
Silver hair fell into his eyes as he fixed you with a tender smile, linking your fingers to give you the added stability from his arms. His hips snapped upwards and you yelped in surprise, head lolling back as he didn’t dare to give you even a second reprieve.
“I love you too y/n.”
Kakashi drove into you like a man possessed. His butt contracted with every stroke, tightness flooding his belly and making the wet smack of his heavy balls against your ass sound so lewd in the dark room. The precipice approached, your walls squeezing the life out of him as your keening noises reached a crescendo that only animals would be able to hear.
“Cum for me princess,” he coaxed, releasing one hand to let his thumb rub feverishly at your achingly sensitive nub. He wasn’t prepared for your orgasm to knock the breath from his lungs. You exploded like the most spectacular firework – it truly was a sight to behold.
Kakashi gritted his teeth in a desperate attempt to hold off his own release but it was too much. The vice-like grip on this pulsing dick, the heavenly sight of your blissful expression along with your panting chants of his name were too much for him to hold back.
Warm, comforting heat spread throughout your body. You were distantly aware of Kakashi’s orgasm, sensing the hot flood of milky cum that coated your walls and lowly moaning at how it tried to dribble from your still stuffed pussy.
Slowly, you returned to earth.
Grounded by your anchor that was the silver-haired honey lying beneath you. He rubbed your soft stomach, thumbs tracing your sides as he twitched in your tight hold. Each time made you jolt a little, a small giggle cooling the air that was heavy and sticky with the scent of sex.
“You know,” Kakashi purred, fixing you with his steel grey eye, “you still haven’t bathed me yet…”
He grunted as you unseated yourself, head falling to his thighs as your supple, boneless body melded into the sheets. You grinned at him from your position, watching his softening cock twitch in the thick sheen of your combined essence.
“How about an extra special kind of bath?”
The answering smile was wicked, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as you took him in a firm hold and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his sensitive cock.
“You’re so good to me. Better than I deserve. Will – will you stay?” he asked in utter reverence.
(Your weekly trip to the bathhouse takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious man you’ve seen, but never met, decides to break the rules and come pay you a visit on the female side of the establishment. In the end, you may find that having a run in with him needs to become a new part of your ceremonial routine, and, to your utmost surprise, that he might very soon be your new boss.)
disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! smut, size kink, i guess technically some hurt/comfort, soft dom zhongli, submissive reader, massages (receiving), overstimulation, bath sex (duh).
✘ SYNOPSIS: Fed up with your promiscuous behavior in public, your boss and CEO of the Kuchiki Corporation, Kuchiki Byakuya, calls you in for a business meeting. The both of you manage to work out a deal to guarantee not only a good image of the company in front of the public, but also the fulfillment of your needs.
✘ CW/TW: fem!reader, human AU, reader wears a dress and heels, talks about promiscuous behavior, penetration, creampie, cunnilingus, blowjobs, come eating, office sex, slight exhibitionism, praise, slight humiliation, hinting at one-sided pining from Byakuya, fingering, clothed sex, sex in heels, not beta-read
✘ WORD COUNT: 6k
✘ A/N: This is for the lovely @suyacho’s Sucking Off A CEO collab. Please go ahead and check out the other writer’s works! Thank you so much, dear Snow, for hosting such a fun collab!
Kuchiki Byakuya is a wealthy man, who holds a lot of authority and power, in an economic sense, but who also commands a lot of attention and respect in an interpersonal context.
That was the first thing you had been told by your manager, back when the new cosmetics line of the Kuchiki Corporation started growing and rapidly overtaking big competitors on the market. The man himself rarely made public appearances, preferring to address business partners in a more private setting.
This secretive way of leading a multi-million dollar company, being a leader when it came to market trends, and yet, still deciding to remain hidden for the most part, intrigued you. Fascination was what led you to accept the modeling offer extended by the company’s scouting agent.
Summary: the ninken give some surprising news while on a mission
Genre: lots and lots of fluff, slight protectiveness, mostly just fluff and cuteness, some suggestive sexual themes, and little bit of humour.
Warning: suggestive themes, pregnancy
You bounded through the trees following Kakashi’s footsteps on each limb. The warm wind rushed by you as the summer sun shimmered through the leaves. Kakashi looked back to make sure you were still okay. You gave him a reassuring smile and he returned it with his signature eye crinkle. It wasn’t often you got to go on a mission with your boyfriend. Even though this mission was ranked A class you were feeling quite content and confident in completing it relatively quickly and easily.
You had recently gained new information about an illegal group growing at the border of fire country and had been dispatched to gain more information on the groups leader and to avoid conflict if possible. The only thing you had as a lead as to those involved in the group were a few items of clothing that had been left at a bar not far from the location of the suspected hideout.
After travelling for a couple hours Kakashi came to a halt several hundred yards off the main path. At this point you were a couple miles away from the suspected area. “I think this should be good” Kakashi said, looking at you for an opinion.
“Yah, this gives the dogs a good chance to spread out and lead us in the direction of any scents they can pick up.” You said analyzing possible outcomes in your head. Kakashi nodded and made the summoning hand seals for his ninken.
“Kuchiyose no Jutsu” kakashi said as he bit his thumb and placed his hand on the ground. Instantly 7 dogs appeared infront of you and in his signature position sat Pakkun atop Bulls head.
“Yo” Pakkun said jumping off Bulls head. “What’s the mission, Kakashi” Pakkun asked. Kakashi began explaining the mission to him.
A few of the dogs sniffed around your feet and you greeted them. “Heya Shiba, hi Bisuke.” You were no stranger to them as you had worked with them on previous missions and they sometimes hung around Kakashi randomly in the village for pets and treats from civilians.
“Hey y/n,” Bisuke said still sniffing around your feet, his forehead crinkling in confusion. At this point a few of the other dogs, including Uhei and Akino had gravitated toward you.
“What’s up guys” you asked feeling like something weird was going on “do I smell bad or something?” You said double checking if you your armpits smelt.
“You smell like kakashi” uhei said.
You blushed and scratched the back of your head. At this point Bull had come over and was sniffing you as well. “Well I mean that’s to be expected.”
“No, it’s something different” Akino said sniffing at you.
Bisuke jumped up placing his front paws on your thigh, continuing to sniff at you. You bent down so that you were at better eye level.
“Guys what are you doing, leave y/n….” Kakashi started
“You have a puppy in you!” Bisuke blurted out finally placing the scent. All the dogs tails were wagging lazily in contentment as they started licking your face.
You stood up a look of astonishment on your face as you tried to place when and where it could have happened. You knew you were late but that wasn’t uncommon as being a shinobi could put a lot of stress on the body sometimes and delay it.
You thought back to a couple weeks ago when Kakashi had come back late from a mission. It had been storming and the lights had gone out, the rain pounding against the roof. He’d shown up soaking wet at the door. You’d been so worried that something had happened and apparently he had missed you too, it didn’t take long before you were stripping each other of your clothes and he was carrying you to the living room where you had lit a fire in the fireplace. You made passionate love that night. Sex with Kakashi was always amazing, but that night had been different.
You blushed as you remembered the intense memory. Suddenly Kakashi was grabbing your wrist and pulling you roughly out of the circle of dogs. “Kakashi! What—“
“We’re going back,” he said his voice low and dangerous.
“What? No we need to finish the mission!” you said, trying to pull your wrist out of his grasp. You got no response, his face turned away from you as he continued to pull you toward the road. A few of the dogs whimpered as they sensed Kakashi’s mood “Kakashi, if you don’t want this you have to tell me!” You said jumping to conclusions as to why he would be acting like this.
You felt yourself pulled tightly into his strong chest as he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other resting on the back of your head. He nuzzled his face into your hair and whispered “you’re my family now, I want you,” he pulled back to look you in the eye, his voice softer “and I want this child.” His expression darkened again “and I’m not losing it again, so we’re going back.” the dogs continued to whimper around the two of you.
Placing the palm of your hand on his cheek you saw his expression soften again at your touch. You knew Kakashi was protective of you on a regular day, but it seemed that his protective tendency had increased tenfold at the revelation of the news. Leaning up to his masked lips you pressed a kiss to his, he drew his mask down deepening this kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth to draw a small whimper from you. You released the kiss and looked into his eyes. “Nothing is going to happen,” you said.
“You can’t guarantee that” his protective mask fading to show worry in his mismatched eyes.
“Eh-hem…” you both looked to Pakkun who was sitting to the side of where you and Kakashi were standing. You felt some heat gather on your face realizing all the dogs had watched you and Kakashi share an intimate kiss.
“We won’t let anything happen to y/n, boss” Pakkun said matter of factly. “I think we can finish this mission without any conflict, right guys!” Pakkun said to the rest of the pack. A series of yips and barks proceeded in agreement.
You looked back to Kakashi, who still looked unconvinced. “At any sign of a battle we can retreat,” you said hoping to ease his mind.
“At any sign,” he repeated fixing you with his no nonsense gaze. You gripped his hand giving it a squeeze.
7 months later
You sat on the couch reading a book. Each of the dogs laying around you in one position or another. They had barely left your side since that day on the mission when they notified you that you were pregnant. After that you’d only completed mostly C and some B level missions up until about a 2 months ago. Kakashi had asked the Hokage to suspend you’re shinobi duties, and even though you knew you might die from boredom you had agreed knowing kakashi wouldn’t settle for anything less.
You silently petted Bisuke’s head where it laid on your swollen belly. The door opened and a few of the dogs jumped up to meet Kakashi at the door, wagging their tails. “Pakkun, status report!”
“Hi Boss,” pakkun addressed Kakashi standing on the arm rest of the couch as Kakashi entered the room. Pakkun always acted so serious but you couldn’t help as his little tail wagged as he reported to Kakashi. This was no doubt one of his favourite missions he’d ever been given. “4 kicks, two bathroom breaks and a craving for ice cream and pickles.” Pakkun reported.
“Do you guys seriously need to do that” you groaned.
Kakashi placed a kiss on top your head “ice cream and pickles, that’s a new one.” He said reaching over the back of the couch to place a hand on your stomach. “And yes we do, because I don’t want to miss anything.” He kissed your cheek.
“Ok I’ll be back soon.” Kakashi said standing up and giving his signature wave.
“Where are you going? You just got back?” You questioned.
“To get ice cream and pickles of course” he said and all you could do was laugh as he shut the door.
“Thank you for making him happy” Pakkun asked looking at you. “I haven’t seen him like this in many years.”
Looking at Pakkun you gave him a scratch behind the ear, and corrected him “Thank you for protecting him all those years and for being his friend.”
Allowing Pakkun to settle into your side, you began reading your book again, content in knowing you were part of the pack now, even if they had considered you part of the pack for many many years already.
Hey guys! It's been a minute since I post something,so I'm trying to get back, it's quite hard to write after not doing it for so long, so I'm starting with something easy, feel free to ask to for sfw and nsfw from other characters if you like me to write them.
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Through gestures. Hugging you, or touching you in every possible way.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
I believe it would be the same as he's with Donna. A brother/sister type of relationship.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
All the cuddles. Dick loves to cuddle,even if he doesn't look like it, he loves to hug you every night when sleeping. With the kind of live he lives, I believe he would appreciate moments like this when he gets to hold you. He doesn't want to let you go :(
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Yes. Definitely. We've seen how it was in that fake world he was in the last episode of S1. He very much wants to settle with you and have one or two kids. He's a pretty decent cook, not a gourmet type but he knows how to prepare a few good meals.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
I think he either would talk gently to you and break it off rather softly or either leave without a word. I think it depends on how bad things are for him to break up with you or how long you two have been together.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I believe he would like to get married at some point but it would take some time for him to come to terms with that. I think he'd wait a few years before proposing.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He's very gentle when it comes to the physical aspect, but I believe he's quite emotionally stunted. He's some very serious trauma from everything he's been through so I believe it would take a while for him to open about his problems and such.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Yessss. He loves hugs!!! Give him all the hugs!! He likes to be held, even if he doesn't straight up say it. He enjoys feeling your warmth whenever you hug him. Pls give this man a hug :(
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It would take some time. He's not the type to express his feelings. He won't be the first to say, that doesn't mean he doesn't care for you!! He's just not very good at dealing with that type of things,so I believe it would be after the first 5 or 6 months into the relationship.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He gets jealous, yes. He's the silent type. He won't tell you anything until you figure it out, and then he'd get embarrassed about it.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
His kisses are like a drug. You just can't get enough. Depending on the mood he can be very soft,if you two just woke up he'd place soft kisses all over your face making you laugh and melt at how adorable he is. If he's feeling a little freasky then his kisses would be much more deep and passionate, enough to take your breath away. His favourite place to kiss you is your forehead. It kinda makes him feel better,like he knows you're there ya know?? His favourite place for you to kiss him is his neck. He loves the intimacy it exudes.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He's good.i mean he just adopted two kids right?? (Rachel and gar I'm talking bout you). He's actually quite good with kids, may not be a pro, but he's good enough for the kids to like him.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Sooooft. So so soft. He's so cute when he wakes up. Not fully awake yet he usually pulls you closer, and hugs you even tighter. Might place a few kisses on your head/face while humming in content. Yeah, so freaking soft.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
It depends. If you have someplace to be, you'll probably take care of that right away and come back exhausted enough to just collapse on the bed. But if you happen to have a free night, it would mostly consist of chilling and watching some TV maybe. And if he's in the mood,the night might end with you two going to bed way too early 😏😏.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Like I said it would take some time. Dick needs to trust you enough for him to start sharing his problems and personal life. He won't straight up tell you everything at once, he'd take his time sharing everything that happened to him.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Quite patient I think. If it comes to you risking your life for him then not. He would probably lash out about how stupid it was for you to put you in harms way,but with other topics I think he'd be quite understanding and patient with you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers alright. I think he's the type of guy that will remember if you tell him what you like and what you don't, and also would surprise you with random gifts. Like you told him months ago you liked something,and then one day, boom, he's surprising you with that exact thing. He's cute like that.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The quiet times he gets to spend with you. His life can be quite hectic so whenever he get some peace he would cherish and remember it forever.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Very protective. Like enough to piss you off sometimes. He knows you can take care of yourself and that you're capable of handling things, but that doesn't mean he doesn't worry.in fact he worries too much. He's lost a lot of people in his life, so losing you it's not an option.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Enough. I mean I don't see Dick as the type to do some big gestures,but he would go out of his way to make you happy. Maybe it's just getting your favourite food or something like that. Anniversaries are special for both of you but it wouldn't be like going to a fancy restaurant and stuff like that. It would probably be more of spending time alone just the both of you. Being alone in the tower it's quite impossible so Dick would try to make a quiet night possible every once in a while.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Bottling shit up. This dude just doesn't talk. He would bottle everything inside and explode.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not at all I think. He doesn't really have time to think about that. He knows he's quite attractive,but he won't brag about it.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Definitely. He loves you too much to be without you, so he'd definitely feel incomplete if he can't be with you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
When he's sick he gets soooo clingy. Like, it's so weird to see it like that, he usually just cuddle with you,but when he is sick is like whiny,and clingy and doesn't want to let go of you. He would deny everything the next day when he's feeling better.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Dishonesty. I think he wouldn't appreciate someone who's not straight with him.
Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)
Does he even sleep??? This dude has some serious problems with sleeping. He would spend days without sleeping from time to time, ans then collapse for a whole day.
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Warnings: smut-ish, and nothing else I think? Probably grammatical mistakes. Italics mean it's in the past just fyi.
A/n: this would be the 2nd part for the fic My place, and the first time posting after a while. I miss writing and hopefully I'll get back to it! Thanks for reading ❤️
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Jason quietly laughed watching as his girlfriend huffed. He was supposed to pick his laundry before she arrived, but last night activities left him sore and tired beyond belief, he barely had energy to take a shower before he passed out on the bed. He didn't even have time to lift the sheets before collapsing with an audible thud. His sweaty clothes were scattered all over his apartment. While y/n didn't mind much the mess,this time she was already annoyed,and picking up her boyfriend's dirty clothes did nothing to appease her sour mood. Teeth clenching and brown furrowed, she picked the clothes up and threw them into the washing machine.
"Thanks baby", said Jason smiling at her, from his spot on the couch. He knew he was walking on thin ice, but messing with her was one of her favourite pastimes.
"Shut up Jason. This place is disgusting, maybe instead of fighting the 'bad guys' for once, clean this hole you call a house" she huffed slumping down onto the couch next to him. He pulled her closer to his body, her cold skin was a welcoming contrast to his always warm body.
"I'm sorry, I'll behave. Next time I'll clean everything. I promise" he said kissing her head. She hummed, getting impossibly closer to him.
Jason sighed, why those memories came rushing back to his mind, he did not understand. It was becoming harder to suppress them, so instead he started welcoming even if they left a bitter taste on his mouth. After all those months, she was still running through his head. It's been months since he stopped calling her and taking her messages, though he never stopped loving her.
How could he?
She was the one person who understood Jason on a whole different level that his family did or any other partner he had in the past. She respected him and loved him for who he was. She never put up with his shit and he appreciated that so much; whenever necessary she would put him in his place and he did the same with her. While they butt heads often, the mutual respect they had for each other was big enough to never step out of the line. Of course they hurt each other at some point,but they usually talked it out after cooling down. It wasn't perfect,of course, nothing is, but they made it work.
He took the long way towards her house. It was a contradiction between him wanting to be there as soon as possible and not arriving at the same time. He wanted to see her,but the fear of screwing things up again was eating him alive.
He wanted her back, but he was afraid that once he'd see her face, he'd let her go once again, professing that it was only for her own good.
"Oh right there" she screamed, holding onto his biceps while he was thrusting his hips harder.
"F-fuck Jay don't stop."
She was screaming his name over and over, while he picked up his pace. Mercilessly ramming into her, electing moan after moan from her lips. He bit her shoulder, leaving a mark behind,and trailed kisses all over her neck, sucking on a particular spot that he knew it drove her crazy. Scratching and biting every part of his body, she was a whimpering mess underneath him; she cried and beg for her release until he was kind enough to provide what she wanted the most.
The memory of the last time they spent together danced in his head as her apartment came into view. He sighed before knocking on the door. She opened the door a few seconds later, a sweet smile adorned her face.
'Hey Jay, ' she said timidly, stepping aside to let the male enter the room. Jason looked around the place, everything was pretty much the same. The living room was spotless as usual, the way she liked it, and the big windows were now covered by some thick white curtains, something she had talked about getting but never really having the time to purchase. The TV was running in the background, the volume was barely audible, since she couldn't stand big noses most of the time. The small kitchen area remained tidy as before and the small cactus that Jason had gifted her a long time ago, was bigger now. Everything felt familiar to him,yet foreign at the same time. He spent so many nights inside her house, and now coming back after so long it felt strange somehow.
He turned around, looking at her. Was it possible that within the months they were separated she had become even more prettier than before? He smiled at her, his confidence showing. She allowed him to get to her,like she always did. Blushing she offered him to sit down, so they could talk.
It wasn't as awkward as he thought it'd be, after all it was still her. He was stupid to think than a few months apart would make her do a complete turn, it wasn't the case,she remained as sweet as always. And it showed. The way she smiled at him, the soft,loving gaze on her eyes. Jason felt his heart beat faster out of nowhere. On an impulse he kissed her. And she let him. A short kiss, one that wasn't enough for them to convey their true feelings but one sweet enough to crave more. She initiated the kiss this time, grabbing Jason by his neck, she pulled him closer until their chests were touching. Biting her bottom lip she gasped in surprise, allowing Jason to insert his tongue in her mouth. She moaned his name, and Jason swore he was in heaven; he squeezed her hips and forced her to move up positioning her into his lap.
She broke the kiss first, allowing them to breath in some much needed air.
'I missed you' the girl said, smiling sweetly at him.
'I missed you too' he replied, shying away from her gaze. She chuckled, earning a question look from Jason.
' What's so funny?'
' Nothing it's just, that I've been thinking of how our meeting would turn out, and this wasn't one of the options ' she replied with a smile ' I actually thought we were going to talk about it, but now I know that we don't really have much to say now, do we? '
' Guess not '.
Jason kissed her lips again, trying to communicate how much he actually missed her, and she seemed to understand when he felt her smiling against his mouth. For now the only thing he needed was the weight of her body against his and her soft lips tracing patterns on his skin
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Hey guys! How are you doing?? So I was thinking of doing something like the drabbles/hc I did for Halloween but for Valentine's Day.
Are you up to that? Or I was thinking maybe doing something for Dick or Jason (or any other character that you like me to write) like one fic a day related with V day until the 14th?
Idk I'm definitely doing something. I know I've been away far too long and I want to revive this blog. So lmk if you had any ideas you want me to write!
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Thanks for the love and support you always give me and have a nice day/evening/ night!
Warnings: maybe swearing? And mentions of sex but nothing too graphic I believe.
Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader
A/n: so idk what made me write this but I wanted to write something for Jason I may do a part two depending on how this goes, anyway as always feedback is appreciated!
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Jason sighed, staring at the clock on his bedside table. 5.45 it read. He's been awake for at least two hours now, unable to close his eyes without seeing her face. He pulled the covers off of his body not caring that he may wake the sleeping woman next to him. He grabbed his t-shirt and some sweats and made his way to the kitchen.
Pouring himself a glass of water his eyes darted towards the picture that hung on the fridge. It was Jason kissing her and she had the biggest smile Jason has ever seen. He smiled reminiscing about that day. He stared at the photo for longer than he cared to admit. He didn't understand why he did what he did. He tried to remind himself that it was for your own good, your own well being, but what about his? He never really thought about what was good for him and after months of being apart he came to the realisation that what was good for him was: her.
It took him a while to come to terms with his true feelings about the situation that only him put himself into. He chose to do that. He chose to break up with her because being with him meant danger. It meant, sleepless night for her, and sometimes it meant patching him up and cleaning him up whenever something went wrong on a mission; and he thought that she didn't deserve that. No one did, but especially not her. She was not supposed to stay awake for hours on end waiting for him, but Jason would be a liar if he said that it didn't make his heart skip a beat whenever he saw her waiting for him on his bed. He would be a liar if he said that whenever she scolded the boy, it didn't make his heart grow two sizes because finally someone was taking care of him the way he deserved. Because Jason deserved the love that she gave him.
At first he wasn't sure about his relationship with the girl, but the more time he spent with her the more he realised that she truly cared for him, and if he was being honest? He liked that. He liked the way she showed him how she cared about him. Whether it was her bringing her coffee in the cold mornings or preparing his favourite food on a bad day. Hell even when she folded his clothes and put them on his closest because he was always too tired to do that himself. But specially, when she stayed.
Jason has had his fair share of bad days. Especially after the whole coming back to life crap. Who would have thought that coming back to life would be a bitch? But she stayed, even when he pushed her away on his worst days, she stayed. And Jason felt like shit when he decided to separate from her definitely. He didn't give her a warning that he ended up things one day, and the next she was gone.
He thought that keeping her away from him would keep her safe, but when did that actually work?
He sighed again and ran a hand through his dark hair. The girl that was on his bed was going to wake up eventually and he didn't feel like facing the awkwardness of that type of situation. He was never good at this type of task, what was he supposed to say? 'sex was great, but please don't come back ever again'? He didn't feel like having that conversation so he left a note for the girl and left the house. He walked through the streets of Gotham not really paying attention to what was going on. He stopped a couple of times to drop some cash to a few homeless men that were laying on the floor with a sign asking for some help. He always tried to help those in need,even if it were just a couple of bucks. He knew what it was like to live on the streets. How some nights you didn't eat or at what extremes you would have to go to get food in your belly, so he helped whenever he could.
He entered the dinner y/n and him used to frequent most weekends when the both tried to escape from the routine. The place was old; the painting on the walls was chipped and most of the lightbulbs were broken, given the place a creepy atmosphere but she loved it. She always said that the place was haunted and that the people who served the food were all old souls that couldn't leave because they were stuck in here, much like him was stuck in Gotham. He laughed out loud the first she said that making her giggle and both earning glares from the elderly. That was a running joke they had, whenever they visited the place they would make stories about how and when did the patron of the dinner died and why was he still here. It was just a joke, a joke that now made Jason cry instead of laugh.
He ordered a black coffee and some pancakes. He usually couldn't finish the big plate of pancakes so she would usually help him with the task, asking what kind of man Jason was that he couldn't even finish a stack of pancakes. He would laugh and shake his head at the girls antics but he secretly enjoyed the teasing.
Lila, the old woman that worked as a waitress at the dinner, set - threw - the coffee and the pancakes making the hot liquid spill a little on the table. Jason didn't mind really, he was used to this; what he was not used to was her speaking to him.
"Where's your girl?" She asked with a deep voice that Jason attributed to her heavy smoking. "She dumped you already?" Lila pressed.
"Yeah" was the only thing Jason said. The woman scoffed and left him alone once again. He drank half of the coffee and had barely touched the food. Ever since he broke up with everyday stuff seemed like a chore. Waking up alone, eating alone. Jason blamed his vigilante lifestyle for him being so tired of everything, but the truth was, that it wasn't the physical activity that prevented him from eating a full meal but he was mentally drained from thinking so much about her. It sounded stupid but thinking of not having her around when he came back from patrol put a tool on his mental health. He ate less, he slept less, he even interacted with his brothers less. Not that they were best friends, but the conversations became less interesting for him until the point where he didn't make an effort to talk with them anymore.
They would check on him once a week and Jason would let them come to his house to see that he was okay and they left without saying much. They knew he was suffering but there was nothing they could do.
Jason finished the coffee, paid and left the dinner an hour after he arrived. The sun was starting to rise and Gotham came alive with the bustling of people going out of their houses to go to work.
Jason walked to a nearby park where y/n and him used to go. He came here often lately. He would sit down on one of the old metal seats and would stare at the people passing by. He spent hours sitting there thinking about stuff. About her. About what would've he done if she had appeared one day and sat next to him. About what he would've said to her. He missed her and he missed her so much. Oddly enough his vigilante life has seemed to be given him a break too. Exactly the opposite of what he needed. It's being pretty quiet on the front for so many months that Jason thought that the criminals of Gotham were planning something bigger, but nothing ever happened. Other than the casual mugger nothing much happened. The only thing that Jason hoped would keep his mind away from her was punishing him by not letting him do so. He laughed bitterly, karma was a bitch and Jason knew that now.
He browsed through his phone looking at the pictures of y/n and him, and he couldn't help but smile at them. It was wild for him to remember how in love with her he was. He is. But now everything was upside down. What was supposed to make him happy now left a bitter taste on his mouth. He locked his phone and hid it in his pocket. When he came back to his apartment the girl was gone. He looked around and saw the mess that he was living in and decided to clean up a little bit. An hour later he finished and plopped down onto his sofa. He mindlessly flipped through the channels trying to find something to watch and ended up leaving a show you used to watch that Jason didn't like at all. He hummed when something mildly funny happened. He closed his eyes for a moment and opened them immediately when his phone started to buzz. He looked at the screen and his heart was hammering inside his ribcage. 'Y/n'. Her name was on the screen. Jason breathed deeply before pressing the button and answering the call.
"Hey" he said. He wanted to punch himself in the face with how weak his voice sounded.
"Hey J" she said softly. Jason's heart was beating so fast. It's been months since he heard her voice, and it still had the same effect on him that it had back then.
"What's up?" He asked, trying to play it cool.
"Nothing much, I just wanted to check how you were doing" she sounded sincere. And Jason wanted to scream. He broke up with her and she called her trying to see how he was. He was a fucking idiot.
"I'm okay" he said after a while. "And you?"
"That's great, I'm glad to hear you're okay." She said, not answering his question. Not that he needed an answer, she probably felt worse than Jason did.
"You didn't answer my question" he pressed.
"What question?" She asked playing dumb.
"Sweetheart…" Jason said not really knowing why he was pressuring her so much for an answer.
He heard her sighed on the other side of the line before speaking:
"How do you think I'm doing J? I miss you" she answered softly making Jason's eyes watered a little bit. He was not the type to cry,but this situation was too much even for him at this point.
"I miss you too sweetheart" he answered honestly. Something he hasn't done in months.
Jason didn't know what made him say what he said next but the words flew out of his mouth without him even registering what was happening.
"Can I see you?"
"Yeah. My place?" She asked.
"I'll be there in ten."
He hung up the phone and grabbed his helmet and jacket. He didn't know what was going to happen when he saw her. But one thing was clear on his mind. He was determined to get her back.
Hey everyone, how you guys doing? I've been meaning to address a few things regarding why I've been absent and such. To say that 2020 was a rough year for most of us would be an understatement. Everyone's been through a lot and I was not the exception. I've been trying to find the motivation to write something, so as not to let this blog die and not let you guys down, but as the months passed,I started to drift away from writing and Titans in general. Not to say that I don't like, I like I like the show and hopefully this year we'll get more content.
But as many writers have experience, the lack of engagement with my work it's certainly one of the many reasons why I stopped writing altogether. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to see the amount of likes one of my ficks get, but the lack of rebblogs certainly doesn't help out. I know it's hard to leave a comment for some of us because,maybe we don't feel comfortable or maybe we're too shy to do that kinda or thing, but the reblog button helps a lot in this type of situation. Again, I'm IMMENSELY GRATEFUL for the support I got from many of you, and I don't take it for granted seriously. But it does get one down from time to time.
For the past few months I've been dealing with a lot of stuff regarding my personal life, and my mental health certainly haven't been the best, that's why I lack the motivation and energy to write something. I don't want to abandon this blog cause I do work hard in my stories and I don't want to disappoint anyone.
Anyway i wanted to say something just in case!
Thanks to anyone who reads this and wondered where the hell was I 😂😂.
Thanks you guys for supporting me and this little blog! Hope y'all have a good day/ week! Lots of love 💗💗
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