Kakashi The Bride Thief: Part 4
Rating: M - Mature ⚠️ 18+ Only Interact! ⚠️
Paring: Female Reader Insert x Kakashi Hatake (Third person pov)
Warnings: Sexual themes/descriptions
Notes: Thank you for requesting part 4! Read part 1 here!
On the dawn of the last day before her journey, Kakashi went for a walk. There he found her sitting atop a cliff beside a waterfall he usually liked to read by.
"Up early?" He said, his voice far too steady considering his true emotions.
"Mmhm." She shrugged. "Couldn't sleep."
"Thinking, I imagine." He mused. "Do you... wanna talk about it?"
She looked up at him with a funny smile. "That's sweet of you but... I'm afraid not."
"Well." He squat down to her level. "I'd like to talk, if that's alright."
She nodded in agreement yet her expression was still melancholy.
"Growing up... I guess I always saw you around without really thinking about it. I saw you watch me during my exams, I saw you try and fail repeatedly to walk up a tree after seeing me do it, and I frequently ended up in your care during my days in ANBU." His voice was even, with a hint of warmth to it.
Her cheeks were pink and she stayed quiet as the breeze swept through them both. Kakashi sat down beside her now, both of their legs dangling off the edge. "I know you went out of your way to be there for me, even when... I didn't want you to. Sneaking me lunches without notes, working nights when I was injured so I wouldn't be alone." He sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess what I'm trying to say is... that I appreciate you. Being there. Being here."
She looked at him then, her eyes welling up with tears, happiness in each glisten, as if she'd been aching to hear those words from him all her life. "Thank you. For telling me that. It... really means a lot."
He acknowledged her feelings with a nod and together they sat in the comfortable silence and beautiful scenery before she spoke up once more.
"If you felt... okay to be selfish for one thing. Just one. What would it be right now?" She asked.
And without more than a breath he answered. "I'd want you to stay. Here." He spoke his truth despite the guilt and shame in his gut.
"Well." _____ stood up and put her hands on her hips as she looked out at the horizon, the rising sun. "Then I'll stay."
Frozen in time, he barely processed her words. "What? Wait, I-" He stood up to face her but she'd backed away with a smile, hands behind her back.
"You're doing me a favor Kakashi. I didn't really want to go anyway. I just... was hoping someone would give me a reason." Her eyes glimmered and she felt satisfied once his posture relaxed and his eye looked less tense.
"Dinner. Tomorrow. My place. Okay?" She said, leaning towards him much like he did to her not too long ago. "Six. And don't be late." She teased.
He wanted to protest but finally, for once... he found himself unable to deny her. "You have my word."
Kakashi was on time for the first time in who knows how long. Although, he still kept his routine of speaking to his fallen comrades and this time he had something different to say than usual.
I've convinced _____ to stay in the village. You remember her, right? Well... she invited me to dinner. I just hope that I haven't... made a mistake.
Kakashi was internally terrified that his involvement would somehow start a chain of events that led to her death or suffering but... he tried, for now, standing outside her door, to not think depressive thoughts.
Still, he did wonder where she was. He'd knocked several times with no answer. For a moment he thought maybe she stood him up but that was quickly tossed aside. One, the girl was far too sweet to do such a thing and two, this wasn't a date as far as he was aware. No pressure, right?
But then... what if that meant she was hurt somewhere?
And just before his mind could travel the dark path, she came running wearing her doctor's coat over her outfit. "I'm here! I'm here! I'm sorry!" She panted. Hurrying up the steps.
Kakashi leaned against the balcony as if he hadn't been about to scour all of Konoha for her. "Well. Look who's late."
"You're on time! How sweet." She said genuinely between breaths. "Come in!" As she led him inside, Kakashi took off his shoes then glanced around. It was a small apartment like his own except this one was above an empty building.
Inside were a myriad of plants and neatly placed books and various other crafting hobbies. When he looked at _____ again, his breath was stolen from him once again. She'd taken off her white coat and revealed that underneath she wore a short light blue sundress. The one he'd seen her wearing in the bookstore.
She might just be the death of him.
Well, that wouldn’t be the worst death, actually.
"You had a mission before this?" She asked curiously, eyeing him in his usual Jonin gear.
"No I just... uh." He could see the anxiety plain on her face. What did he do wrong? Should he have worn something nice too?
Was this actually supposed to be a date?
"It's alright! Um, I'll just get the food started." She smiled, but the moment she turned around to the kitchen he caught a glimpse of her face, scrunched up like she was upset at herself for something.
Still, it wasn't like Kakashi to pry. She'd let him know if she wanted to. Truthfully, he was a little excited for this home cooked meal. Of course, he knew it would be good since he'd had _____'s cooking before but it had been a long time since he'd had dinner like this. Sure, sometimes kind people would invite him to their homes during his missions, and, sometimes he'd take them up on it if he saw no other way but this felt different than that. More special.
"How did your father and Jiro take the news?" Kakashi asked.
"Not well. As expected." She said with a half smile as she leaned against the counter while she waited for the food to cook.
The rest of the dinner was lovely, _____ enjoyed chatting with Kakashi about their shared love of romance books, well, of what he was willing to indulge. It was mostly her talking and him listening although he insisted that was his preference anyway.
Still, there was a very pressing question on her mind as Kakashi stretched, subtly announcing that he ought to go home now so as not to overstay his welcome.
"Do you always wear your ninja gear on dates?" She asked, cheeks tinted pink.
His usually non-expressive eyes widened for a full second. "A... date?"
The sudden change of her sweet expression to cold deadpan eyes sent a shiver down his spine. Only relieved when she burst into disbelief. "Kakashi Hatake!"
"Now... just hold on a second-" His hands went up passively.
Suddenly she covered her face with her hands and shook her head, elbows on the table. "I'm such an idiot."
Kakashi felt like he was the real idiot here though. A beautiful, kind, and talented woman was interested in him and all he could do is sit there stupidly.
She moved her hands down, having made up her mind about something. "Just... forget I ever said anything. Okay? I have to go beg Jiro and my father to forgive me." She left to the bedroom and while Kakashi wanted to leap out the window, he found himself weighted to the floor.
_____ came back out wearing that same red dress that she had worn to Guy's birthday party. She was entirely too beautiful and entirely too close to him as she passed by the moment he stood up from his seat.
His eyes caught her every lovely curve and his nose caught her scent.
Kakashi's heart was a drum in his chest.
He reacted without thinking. His palm met her wrist, stopping her from opening the door. "Why are you wearing that?" He asked.
"I'll be able to convince Jiro much easier in this dress, he liked it."
His palm ever so subtly tightened around her skin, fingers curling. "I like it." His voice lowered.
Her breath hitched. In the space between her response, they were panting in unison, desperately pretending they weren't. "Well. You aren't on a date with me." She motioned to leave, he covered her body with his own, her back to the door in a gentle thud.
The moment her body relaxed, she felt his hand drift up her arm, the palm of his glove grazing her skin as his fingers caressed every inch. Silently, they let each moment bleed into the next. He moved slow, waiting for any rejection as his other hand met her waist and he pushed his hips against hers, but was not met with the slightest resistance.
His face nuzzled into her neck, body pressed against her breasts, long fingers drifting down to tease at the soft skin of her thighs under the hem of her dress.
"Only wear this for me..." He murmured low into her ear, his mouth, covered by his mask, pressed against her. She could feel the shape of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and it only made her want to rip off that offending cloth keeping him away from her, but she didn’t. She was too kind to betray him.
His forehead softly tapped against her own.
It was then that _____ realized that Kakashi wasn't really a man of many words, but rather, a man of many actions. He lifted her leg up around his hip and pressed, a concoction of lust and sweetness, their foreheads touched tenderly, eyes locked, yet their heat proving that their was clear desire as well.
“So quiet.” He teased. “Do you not have an answer for me?” His voice was dangerously melodic, completely in control of the situation.
She found herself succumbing to his wishes, drunk on the intimate feeling of his hardened length rubbing against the heat between her thighs, covered by her panties. Unintentional payback for him keeping his mask on. It clouded her original stubbornness provoked by his lack of direct commitment.
He chuckled, low and pleased, perhaps even a bit sadistic, knowing he was stealing her away from another. “Good.”
That night, in the safety of his bedroom, Kakashi was confused and frustrated. Both sexually and emotionally.
The only time he ever felt anything remotely close to, well, the way an ordinary, healthy young man usually feels, was when reading Icha Icha at home alone. Even then, it was still rare.
He didn't know what came over him. It was a mixture of jealousy, possessiveness, lust, and... something else he didn't want to come close to thinking about. But... it felt good to be close to her. To say what he was really thinking.
He finally, for the first time in his entire life, felt comfortable enough to be physically intimate with someone in any sense. It wasn't just the intimacy though, he felt chemistry too. So lost in her scent, and just so easy to feel every curve under the thin fabric of that dress, that he lost his usual strict self control.
He was sure she felt his arousal against her, but she must have known he could feel her heat on his cock too.
He'd felt his heart yearn for her but that was easier to ignore, now something else was yearning for her too.
His now bare hand palmed over the bulge in his sweats, hoping the ache would be soothed. He winced, not in pain, but annoyance.
He sat on the edge of the bed and pushed down his pants, letting his erect member spring free. His fingers wrapped around his shaft for just an instant before he heard a knock on his apartment door.
He jolted, fixing himself at blazing speed, heart pounding like the kami himself was trying to punish him for even thinking of pleasuring himself to the thought of her. He cleared his throat. "One minute."
A second or two later he opened the door and saw _____ standing there in the night sky. She was still wearing that stunning red dress. Her eyes were staring up into his own. That subtle defiance in her expression was driving him mad. It wasn't the first time she'd given him such a face either. Like she was cross with him, but not really. He didn't know why he loved it so much.
"Why didn't you kiss me?" She said, and those words alone brought about more expression to his face than he'd had in years.
"You heard me." She insisted, then stepped forward, forcing him to step back lest he bump into her. Now they were in the doorway.
"Well I... uh..." He rubbed the back of his head, eye averting her gaze.
She closed the door behind them. "I wanted to kiss you."
Her pretty pink lips were pouting, her eyes still staring up at him with that defiant little scrunch of her nose.
He smiled just a bit, though she could only tell with the slight lift of his expression. He gently caressed her face with the back of his fingers, tamed from a lioness to a kitten. "Then why didn't you?" His voice was low, a little gruff from the night air.
He folded his arms with a smirk, the outline of it only visible due to the moonlight now no longer shrouded by clouds.
Kakashi could turn around any situation to his favor in the battle field and apparently, romance was no exception.
"Hm? I'm waiting." He purred, a gleam in his eyes.
"Y-You didn't have your mask off!" She defended weakly.
"Then kiss me with it on."
He was so lost in the euphoria and smugness of gaining the upper hand from her that he hadn't thought through what he'd said.
_____ didn't give him any time to rethink because in the next moment he felt her body pressed against him, arms wrapped around his neck and fingers fondling his hair. Instinctively his head tilted down to meet her. She pressed her lips against his then suddenly pulled away. He gently ran his hands down her arms.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "Frustrated?" In the next moment his sadism outweighed his senses and he curled his finger under his mask, teasing her with the corner of his handsome smirk before he let it snap back into place.
The whine out of her mouth sounded way too good.
"Kakashi... don't tempt me..." She whimpered.
"Hm? I believe you knocked on my door and demanded to know why I didn't kiss you." His voice was intoxicatingly confident and he knew it.
"T-That's different!" She squeaked.
His arm snaked around her waist. "Oh?"
"Mmhm." She mumbled. "I-I just wanted to know why you didn't kiss me when I felt you... against me."
Eyebrows raised, he leaned back a bit. "Sorry about that." He said, hands in pockets, casually leaned back. "I hadn't expected it either."
"You don't have to apologize. I... I liked it." Her cheeks were burning now.
He looked down and chuckled low, quiet at first then he couldn't stop and she wasn't sure if she should be embarrassed by his sadistic yet charming laugh or to be aroused by it.
Finally, his shoulders stopped shaking and he looked back up at her, pupil dilated. "You really do just say exactly how you feel don't you?"
_____ shook her head. "If I did, I'd have told you that I really wanted you to kiss me for a long time now..."
Kakashi looked at her, that sleepy expression softened with nostalgia he let himself feel for a moment. Just a moment. Of every time she'd managed to catch his attention for even a second.
He deftly pulled down his mask. "I think you just did."
His smirk was adorning his handsome face irresistibly and his bare face stole her very breath, his hair was adorably messy without his headband on to keep it back. His sharingan eye was closed yet his own eye couldn’t stop gazing at her.
He stepped forward, cupped her face with his bare palm, and kissed her. She let out a soft squeak in happy surprise leading to her feeling him chuckle against her mouth and it felt like heaven. All those years of denying themselves and now they were kissing like it would be their last. He felt her fingers in his hair again, gently tugging and playing as she kissed him back. Kakashi always did notice how she’d find reasons to help him with his headband, now she had full access to his fluffy hair like she’d always wanted.
God her lips were so soft, and she was thinking the same thing about him.
He moaned without even recognizing that he had and if her eyes weren’t closed they would have lulled back from the feeling. His large yet lithe hands roamed her body in the silky night dress she chose to wear to see him. His fingers brushed the plush of her breasts and the softness of her thighs.
"Kakashi..." There she was, whining his name again, this time between the breath they had to take from kissing so much. Only for him to close the gap and kiss her once more.
With a soft snap, he reluctantly pulled his mouth away from hers. Her chest rose from the sudden breath she took, a pout in her lips when he pulled his mask back up. But then... she caught a look in his eyes, a solemn one, like he'd been hit with a reality beyond her understanding. He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "Let me walk you home, _____."
Her eyes wavered back and forth, struggling to understand what had changed in those few seconds. "Please... don't pull away Kashi..."
"Kashi?" He chuckled, his sleepy eyes back to their neutral state. "And just who said you could call me that?" He asked, head tilted to the side.
"Um... me?" She said with an innocent look, hands behind her back.
He stepped forward, but she just stared at his chest, embarrassed. He placed his long digit under her chin and tilted her head to look up at him then looked into her eyes. "Not in public. Okay?"
She smiled, like she knew she was getting away with something she oughtn't. "Mmhm." She nodded.
He leaned in and pressed a mask-covered kiss on her forehead. It felt warm, and safe... and he lingered for as long as he allowed himself.
He pulled away, looking into her eyes. "Alright. Time to get you home, you can borrow one of my shirts, it’s cold out." He said with care.
_____ wanted to ask him what either of the kisses meant, but she felt like she already knew what it was. She knew him, she knew he must be scared of his feelings for her. Now, whether they were purely lust driven or love driven, she wasn't sure. But she decided not to push right now, after all, they'd both had a good night and they were happy.
