I DID IT! On the final day of Kinktober with hours to spare I finished this bad boy! Kakashis a subby perv with a piss kink in this one folks 🤷♀️
Maybe that wasn’t exactly a secret—everyone had seen him reading smut in public—but if anyone ever discovered the true depth of his perversions… well, let’s just say his reputation would take on a whole new edge.
Still, Kakashi prided himself on control. He was a seasoned shinobi, not the type to get tangled up in cheap thrills and dangerous kinks.
So why were you such a problem for him?
He knew exactly what you were up to. Even a low-level chunin could spot your side hustle—it wasn’t like you were subtle about it. His greatest temptation sat right in front of him: willing, enthusiastic, and maddeningly close.
And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to broach the subject with you.
There had to be a solution…
You hadn’t been sure about your new home in Konoha at first. Your clan was never one to settle down, usually traveling from nation to nation depending on where the funds allowed. But as time marched on, you actually grew to adore the village. The people were pleasant, the streets were clean and safe, and the shinobi were friendlier than you’d imagined.
The only issue was employment…
As new members of the community—with no official qualifications and a reputation for odd customs and techniques—you hadn’t yet been approved for shinobi work. Fortunately, you knew there were other ways to make a little coin.
One irrefutable truth you’d picked up in your travels: no matter where you go, there are always men willing to pay for the privilege of watching you pee. At first, you thought it was a little gross, maybe even shameful. But the more men gawked and fawned over your pictures and videos (and the few with deep enough pockets who got to watch in person), the more powerful you felt. There was something undeniably hot about seeing an otherwise respectable man lose all composure just for the chance to watch you mark your territory like an animal.
You were sure your current side hustle would earn some judgmental looks from your new neighbors. But coin is coin. And if everyone involved is having fun, why not profit from it? After all, it wasn’t like you could do much else until you were cleared for shinobi work.
The sunshine felt warm and delightful on your skin as you made your way through the village. Lately, you’d taken to wandering more, and it was surprisingly fun to watch the villagers go about their daily lives. Plus, it gave you something to do while sipping your iced tea. Today, you found yourself trailing after three genin, quietly entertained by their shenanigans. From the looks of it, they were plotting some kind of prank on their sensei—a man who just so happened to be a bit of a village legend.
Kakashi, the Copy Ninja. The man said to know a thousand jutsu.
And here he was, about to get outwitted by a pack of teenagers.
You followed at a respectable distance, doing your best to stay hidden. The genin had even recruited help: a brunette man with a camera you hadn’t seen before. Why was he mixed up in a prank against a jonin sensei?
Wait… were they actually trying to unmask Kakashi? The whole group seemed oblivious to your snooping as their scheme unfolded. With the sun high in the sky and more genin joining in, you found yourself rooting for them. The photographer—Sukea, you learned—was particularly diligent, chasing every angle for what he clearly thought would be a sensational shot of the famously mysterious ninja. It was kind of cute. He was kind of cute. Why bother trying so hard to catch a glimpse of Kakashi’s face when Sukea’s beautiful one was right there? Sure, you had to admit you were curious about the great mystery too. But even if their plan failed, watching a handsome stranger laugh and scheme alongside a band of eager genin felt wholesome in a way you hadn’t expected. Your thoughts screeched to a halt when Sukea suddenly turned his head—looking directly at your hiding spot.
How had he spotted you? The genin hadn’t noticed a thing. Maybe you weren’t as subtle as you thought. You gave him a small, shy wave. He kept smiling, then calmly returned his attention to the kids around him…..Maybe you’d followed strangers enough for one day.
The rest of your walk was uneventful after you stopped following the handsome photographer and his gaggle of genin. You had just taken the last sip of your iced tea and were starting to feel the familiar pressure in your bladder.
Guess it’s time to wrap up your outting and get back home to your camera. Don’t wanna waste content….
As you round the corner you find yourself face to face with none other than Sukea.
He quickly snaps a photo of your surprised expression, the flash stunning you
“Sorry about that—your surprised face was just too adorable to resist,” he said, smiling down at you. “Figured since you spent the day tailing me, I should at least get a picture of Konoha’s prettiest stalker.”
“Uhhhhh—oh, yeah, sorry about that.” You laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of your neck. “I just couldn’t resist seeing what the commotion was about, I guess.”
“Well, you didn’t miss much. The genin were certainly entertaining, but they didn’t manage to unmask the famed Copy Ninja. A shame, really—I was hoping it might be the big break I was looking for.” He sighed lightly, though his eyes lingered on you a moment too long. Your bladder ached, forcing you to keep your composure even as discomfort pressed hard against your nerves. Typical. Of course this would be the moment a handsome stranger had to corner you.
“You know…” His tone shifted, sly and teasing. “I heard a little rumor about you.”
“Is that so? You seemed awfully busy for gossip,” you replied, keeping your tone light, laced with a faint giggle. A faint flush rose in his cheeks, but he pressed on. “Yeah, well… when you’re a man of particular tastes, you tend to hear things. I heard you’ve got yourself a… decently successful side business.” A wicked grin tugged at your lips. Wow. Not usually how these transactions started, but you had a full bladder and an empty wallet—and this was shaping up to be worth inquiring.
“Maybe…” you purred, leaning in just a little, “we should go talk somewhere more private.” His smile deepened, just enough to send a shiver through you. “The woods aren’t far. Quieter than the village streets… and I’d like to hear more about this rumor without an audience.” You raised a brow, pretending to weigh your options, though the ache in your bladder and the glint in his eyes made the decision for you. “The woods, huh? That’s not suspicious at all.”
He chuckled, low and easy. “Suspicious would be me pretending I didn’t notice you following me all afternoon.” He tipped his head toward the tree line, motioning for you to walk with him.
You let him lead the way, branches arching overhead as the lively noise of the village gave way to birdsong and the crunch of leaves underfoot. The further you went, the more your nerves sparked—part anticipation, part bladder pressure. You swore he could hear the tension in your steps, the way you bit your lip with each pang. Finally, Sukea stopped in a small clearing dappled with sunlight. He adjusted the strap of his camera, that same mischievous look glittering in his eyes.
“Well then,” he said softly, raising the camera halfway, “care to give me a demonstration? Strictly for… artistic purposes, of course.”
“You know…” you began, tone teasing and playful, “getting to watch me do this in person is really quite the privilege.” You hiked your skirt up slowly and perched yourself on a fallen log, the movement deliberate. “If you want to take pictures, it’s gonna cost extra.” The excitement on his face was unmistakable, barely hidden behind the polite smile.
“Oh, yes—of course,” he said quickly. “Money’s not an issue. Whatever you want, Princess.”
“Oh?” you tilted your head with mock innocence. “Am I your pissy Princess now?”
Then your voice dropped into something firmer, authoritative. “You’re supposed to kneel when addressing royalty.”
No sooner had the words left your mouth than Sukea dropped to his knees. Guess he was the kind of man who liked a bossy lady. Cute.
“Wow, so obedient.” Your grin widened as you shifted on the log. “Alright, since you’re such a good boy, do you want to see my pretty pussy…” you let the word hang, “…or would you rather I piss my panties?”
Sukea’s entire face flushed; his pupils were blown wide, his lips parted. He looked almost dazed as he rasped, “Could I… take your panties, please?”
“You perv,” you teased, voice dripping with mock scandal.
“Well? Go on. I’m tired of holding it.”
Sukea looked ecstatic. There was no other word for it. The pure joy on his face as he gently set his camera down and crept closer was almost boyish—if not for the hunger flickering behind his eyes.
His fingertips ghosted up your thighs, reverent and trembling, before reaching the hem of your panties. He moved slow, savoring each second, sliding the fabric down your legs like it was some sacred ritual. When he finally pulled the fabric free, he didn’t hesitate—pressing them to his face with a deep inhale, eyes falling shut in bliss. A low, choked sound escaped his throat as one hand dropped to his lap, palming his growing bulge through the fabric of his pants. “Oh god,” he murmured, too caught in the moment to care that you were witnessing the depth of his desperation. He’d fantasized about this before—but nothing could have prepared him for how good it felt to actually experience you.
There was no way he’d be satisfied with just a single encounter.
Maybe… maybe he could find a reason to keep his Sukea persona around—
You smiled lazily, lifting your legs and leaning back just enough to give him the perfect view.
His breath hitched. “I’m ready, Princess.” He grabbed the camera with a trembling hand.
Warm liquid burst out of you, soaking the ground under you. You let out a sigh of relief letting the fluid flow until it dwindled to a light stream that wet the surrounding skin and dripped down to make a mess of your asshole
His eyes went wide, mouth parted in wonder, too stunned to move. The sound, the sight, the rush of it all—it was clearly more than he’d prepared for. He remembered to snap one picture, maybe two, but his gaze was glued to you, helplessly fixated.
When it was over, the silence stretched—heavy, charged. A few more drops had trickled down the curve of your thighs. You held the pose, watching him carefully.
Kakashi didn’t answer at first. He looked like he couldn’t breathe. His heartbeat was probably thunder in his ears. You could see the strain in his jaw, the longing in his eyes.
“You’re such a mess,” he murmured, voice low and reverent. “Can I clean you, Princess?”
You arched a brow. “I don’t let clients fuck me.” He sat up straighter, eyes wide, shaking his head. “No—no, of course not! I just…” He paused, visibly collecting himself. “You don’t have to touch me. I don’t want anything but a taste. Please. Can I… just lick you clean?”
You let him sweat for a beat longer, then gave him a cautious nod. His hands trembled as he crawled between your legs, unbothered with the surrounding mess. The moment his mouth made contact, he let out a groan like it had undone him completely. He dragged his tounge slow and firm up through the center of your folds. You gasped, staring down at him through the pleasure. Sukea didn’t seem to notice your staring, he looked utterly blissed out.
He hooked his arms under your knees, lifting you, keeping you open for him. He worked slowly, deliberately, chasing every trace you’d left behind. He was tasting the skin around your hole inch by inch with every swipe of his tounge. You couldn’t tell if the teasing was intentional or if he was simply too enraptured to focus—but the effect was the same: you were panting, writhing, utterly undone. Then his attention dipped lower, the wet muscle circling unapologetically across your puckered rim.
A feral whine tore its way out of your throat. “Sukea!”
His eyes snapped up to your face—he looked almost caught, like he’d forgotten you were watching him. “Sukea, I wanna cum,” you whimpered.
A dazzling smile broke across his face, wide and wild with joy. The gleam in his eyes was unmistakable—pure excitement, pure need.
“You want me to make you cum, Princess? Will you sit on my face?” He leaned in eagerly, voice practically trembling. “Please, Princess? Please let me?”
You give him another wordless nod.
The speed—and strength—with which Sukea moves you is startling. One moment you’re grounded, and the next you’re straddling his face, barely time to breathe before those strong, calloused hands are looping around your thighs and pulling you down snug against his mouth.
His tongue is relentless, swirling in tight circles around your clit, pausing only to suck gently between strokes. You’re already so worked up from his earlier teasing—you know you won’t last long at this pace.
The only thing sweeter than the taste of your earlier mess is the slick wetness now soaking his face. Drunk on the euphoria of living his fantasy, he can’t resist letting one hand slip down to stroke himself.
He can tell you’re getting close—the way your hips buck against his mouth, the sharp moans and gasps pouring from your lips. It’s overwhelming. His cock has been leaking precum ever since he got his first taste of you. His strokes are fast and sloppy, most of his focus locked on your pleasure.
Your high crashes over you with a sharp squeal. Your thighs clamp tight around his head, one hand flying to his hair to steady yourself—
Why does his hair feel… like that?
You glance down, and your stomach twists.
Beneath the mess of brunette strands, you spot the unmistakable silver of a different hairline.
You yank hard. The wig comes off in your hand.
And below you, between your trembling thighs, is none other than Kakashi—the Copy Ninja—wide-eyed, flushed, and completely unashamed.
“Kakashi?! What the fuck?!” You scramble to your feet, now noticing his hand still working between his legs. His pants are shoved down just far enough to free himself, and he hasn’t even paused. “You’re such a fucking pervert! I can’t believe you!” You’re shouting now, but he still doesn’t stop. His eyes are locked on you, hand pumping frantically until his hips jerk with a soft groan and thick ropes of cum spray across his shirt.
“You’re so fucking weird,” you scoff, hurling the wig at his chest. You yank your clothes back on in a rush and storm off into the trees.
What the hell was that about??
Kakashi lies there in the mess, still catching his breath. The smell and taste of you linger, vivid and unshakable.
He knows he’s going to have to talk to you.
But for now, he lets himself bask in the afterglow, face flushed, chest rising and falling.
He wonders what kind of flowers you might like….
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