cn: pre-relationship. fluff. avoidant attachmenet style. explicit sexual content [nsfw / 18+]. exhibitionist. edging. overstimulation. creampie. vaginal fingering. some slaps here and here. oral sex. 10k words
✧˚ Pairing: Kakashi Hatake x Reader
✧˚ Fandom: Naruto
✧˚ Summary: You detest his guts. Always did. After joining Minato’s team, any day spent with him was a proof of it. Kakashi realized peraphs he made a mistake by not revealing what he really thought about his teammate.
A/N: Me and @spam-bone spoke randomly about this scenario just because we saw a fanart with Kakashi. My sweet beta-reader for this smut shared a common trait with me: We are both freaks. (>/////<) ♡
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Your footsteps struck the grass with force, announcing your presence before you even spoke. Kakashi cast you a sideways glance as you approached, your finger extended in accusation.
“You’re such an asshole.”
Of course he did. You had told him—no, practically begged him—not to inform Minato about your failure during the mission. It was humiliating enough that he had to rescue you from the compromising situation you had recklessly placed yourself in. Instead of adhering to the strategy Kakashi devised and allowing Obito to provide backup, you had rushed ahead, foolishly convinced you could distract the enemy long enough to buy time.
It wasn’t that you doubted his intelligence, even if it irritated you more than you cared to admit. Kakashi excels at everything. Shocking news. You might as well plaster the announcement on every pillar at every corner of Konoha. God, he’s insufferable.
Kakashi hardly reacts to your taunt.
“I’ve been called worse.”
You glared at him before Minato captured your attention.
“I understand why you might be upset, [Name]. But please understand that I do not want any of you harmed on a mission I assigned based on your respective ranks.”
You bit your lip, nodding as your hand curled toward the ground, ashamed of your mistake and resentful of the traitor beside you for including every minute detail in his little report. Still, Minato’s words stung more deeply.
“Kakashi, you should also anticipate that plans will not always unfold as intended. Please work on a more comprehensive contingency plan in the future.” Kakashi simply nodded, accepting the criticism without protest. Then Minato turned to you. His expression was gentle, despite the gravity in his voice. “And please dedicate some time to training with your teammate to better avoid such threats next time.”
“Sensei!” Your eyes widened as you attempted to halt this unfolding disaster. “Please, I will train myself harder. I’m begging you—don’t force me to train with this a—”
“[Name], please cooperate. You know I would never ask the impossible of either of you. Unfortunately, you are lacking certain skills a shinobi of your age should possess, but nothing major. I believe Kakashi is well suited to serve as a model for you.”
Your mouth remained agape, utterly taken aback, as Minato gently patted your head before leaving you alone with… Kakashi.
He arched an eyebrow when you stormed off the training ground.
“Guess we’ll see eachother in the morning?”
You raised your middle finger in the air without turning around.
“Fuck you, Kakashi.”
Not too far from you, your sensei watched Kakashi lingering behind you. He shook his head, a knowing smile plastered across his face.
***
“Could you have been any less subtle?”
You dropped your bag onto the ground with one hand, the other holding the water bottle from which you now drank. You looked irritably at Kakashi as he stretched, the warm-up exercises accentuating his muscular form, his fitted black shirt doing nothing to help. He caught that. The way your eyes lingered on him for a second.
“Morning to you too.”
You quickly averted your gaze, hurriedly stashing your water bottle somewhere in your bag.
“How come you’re not late? I’m surprised you even had time to perform a jutsu special for me.”
You had started your morning with yesterday’s reminder—the one you had hoped to forget. When you stepped outside, a jutsu puffed in front of you, triggered by the movement of your door. A scroll with your name on it drifted out of the air, landing gently in your hand.
Your eyes twitched at his response. Kakashi’s voice carried a tint of sarcasm, yet he meant it.
“I woke up in a better mood this morning.”
For all it was worth, Kakashi didn’t understand your aversion toward him from the very beginning. True, he might not be the most eloquent talker, perhaps even a victim of social etiquette because of that, but he had admired you from the start in many ways.
First, your loyalty ran deep. Not to the village or anything like that.. To yourself. To the people around you whom you wished to shield from the world’s malevolence.
Second, you were genuinely a good presence, a kind one. Perceptive of your surroundings, unafraid of how you might appear when standing up for a cause, especially for someone else.
And maybe, on a more superficial level, you were gifted with beauty. A striking one. At least to him. He was indeed guilty of admiring your features, your body—especially in those skin-tighr training clothes of yours, like now, accentuating every curve. He couldn’t help it but steal a glance or two. Or three.
Of course, he never voiced any of these opinions, and perhaps that was the problem. It certainly was.
When he was younger, he hadn’t taken your words seriously—that he might act too far ahead of himself, like an arrogant, spoiled child. He didn’t consider himself one, and that was all that mattered to him at the time. But… Kakashi couldn’t deny he should have offered more explanation when he saved you before, like last time— it certainly wasn’t. As much as he hate to admit, he didn’t want to… lose you. Or when he corrected your form, it wasn’t because he believed that he knew better, he wanted to refine your already impressive skills so the chances of you getting hurt would diminish. Or things similar to the report from yesterday. His intentions had been to help you. Always.
All in vain, because you had misinterpreted everything. He was at fault for that.
Still, he couldn’t stop finding you even prettier when you were annoyed with him, reacting to him as though his presence in your life occupied even the slightest space, better than none at all.
“I’m sure you did.” You furrowed your brows at his absent gaze, he was looking at you, yet not quite; with an expression you had never seen before. You quickly exhale, standing up to face him with your arma clossed.. “Hurry up. I don’t have all day to spare for the great model of Konoha, the one and only — Kakashi Hatake.” You reluctantly stepped onto the training grounds, surrounded by trees that coaxed the wind into sending a shiver down your spine in the early spring, on winter’s verge.
He didn’t react at your sarcasm, in fact he annoyed you even further.
“Then initiate the fight, if you can.”
If I can, you say?
Your body bent, your hands following fluidly into a starting stance, in contrast to Kakashi’s—one foot drawn back, arms raised before his face in guarded defense.
There was no wasted or ostentatious movement when Kakashi dodged the first blow, guiding your foot away from his ribs before you retreated. The wind forced your eyesight to battle the sand, but not nearly enough to make you stop. You lunged forward to close the distance between you.
Again. Again. Again. Until your heart pounded so violently in your chest you could barely think. An opening appeared for Kakashi’s hand to strike the lateral side of your body, a pained sound escaping your lips. He had anticipated the attack by the way your eyes glared at him, ready for retaliation. Clearly, your emotions toward him had gotten the better of you, and that he felt obliged to correct that. Somehow, though, the words came out sharper than he intended. Almost mocking you.
“You’re supposed to block like this, [Name].”
His arm lifted, deflecting the punch away from his face.
“Shut up.”
His dodged moves continued in rhythm, no matter the angle from which you attempted to strike him. Though you were panting in exhaustion, he didn’t so much as break a sweat. You groan with each failed strike, your muscles beginning to scream in exhaustion. Your onslaught of blows was still not enough to even crack his composure. Proof that you should vary your approach was the Icha-Icha book now resting in his hand.
Kakashi’s eyes were focused on the pages as his feet remained firmly planted, as though each of your blows were nothing more than a minor distraction like a fly buzzing around your head, insufficient to pull him from immersion while reading. His body reacted on autopilot.
He hadn’t meant to make you more angry. Perhaps a little ticked off—but just enough to get you to lock in.But your blood boiled in your veins at the sheer disrespect of the display. His eyes widen slightly when your leg hits his hand, sending his book flying. There it was.
“Ouch.”
Kakashi isn’t fazed when you seize the book in your hands, scoffing before tossing it once again. He knows it was a harmless chapter, nothing to panic over. Yet, the following pages…
You don’t really mean that. You know the series. The actual plot, not only smut. It’s just this book precisely that was boring, so you try to get a rise out of him. Your voice lacks warmth.
“Can you have a little shame? Reading that book in public like a degenerate.”
With a swift twirl of your body, you move behind his back as he glances over his shoulder in a split second, a backflip following when you attempt to throw him to the ground, your hands never reaching his shoulders. Now flashing beside the tree, he tilts his head to the side — one, twice — so your kunai don’t graze him.
“Only another degenerate could recognize that book.”
“I—” You fly at him as large palms wrap around your fists “—don’t—” Punch. “—read—” Punch. “—it.”
The strength of the blow makes you let out a sound, announcing it before the pirouette in the air takes place, enough for your leg to rise higher and force him to drop down so it doesn’t strike him.
Your eyes darken in irritation, breathing heavily as your entire body sweats, glistening along the bare skin near your neck and forehead. How the fuck am I supposed to surprise this ash—
“You don’t?”
Kakashi’s eyes lock onto yours, not having enough time to discern your intention due to the shock it provokes.
“Why should I? I mean, really?” Gesturing with your hand, you add, “The reveal in this book’s story was so anticlimactic and…”
Your mouth twitches when Kakashi freezes; a perfect opening is secured from his distraction for you to instantly slip behind him, gripping his arm firmly and yanking him toward you to throw him off balance. You press your hips against his, bending then squatting to lift him until his back slams harshly against the ground, drawing a groan from the stinging impact.
You snort, dropping your weight onto him, then wrapping your legs around his torso and straddling him your middle pressing against his. One hand rests on his chest, the other wrapped around the kunai pricking his throat. Underneath you like this, even deadly shinobi like Kakashi were utterly helpless. Checkmate, asshole.
“Got you, baby. That was easy.”
Your breath warms Kakashi’s face, your faces inches apart. He glances at the kunai, then at you. The fact that you don’t move from your position spurs him to respond.
“So you’ve read it. I was right.”
The glint in his eyes makes you blush fiercely.
“N-No, I just…”
You straighten up, causing Kakashi’s hands to gently fall to your waist to steady you. You involuntarily let out a faint gasp at the sudden touch, at the realization that you’re seated squarely on his….
Kakashi’s eyes crinkle at the edges, suggesting a smug smirk underneath his mask. Yet, his voice is dangerously low. “You dirty liar.”
Fuck. All right, you called him a freak. A degenerate. That makes both of you. But why does this feel different, realizing that the adrenaline surging through your body plays no role in how his touch burns against your chest?
At the awareness of how you’re pressed against him, you stumble back onto the ground until you’re resting only on your elbows.
“We are not…t-the fucking same!”
Kakashi’s gaze carries a warmth it didn’t possess before as he straightens his body and looks at you. He gives you a slower, deliberate once-over, taking in every inch of you—the anger, the flustered expression, the heat in your cheeks, all of it. He could swear he didn’t imagine the way your body reacted to his touch, the gentle gasp you let out at his touch. Then, he rose to his feet, offering you a hand, which you hesitantly accepted before he created distance between the two of you.
“Enough with the distraction. Now I’ll go first.”
Kakashi wasn’t confident of the true reason behind the way he attacked you now, giving you no room to breathe. Perhaps the earlier tension acted as fuel, urging him to provoke more reactions from you like that. As much as he wanted to see you improve, he also selfishly enjoyed watching you struggle against him. Just enough for him to steal another glance at your frustrated face.
And hell, you were struggling.
You moved with the vigilance of a real mission, focusing entirely on not faltering as your body swerved sharply each time Kakashi struck at you.
“Are you actually insane?!” You shouted between ragged breaths as he vanished and reappeared countless times around you, testing your reflexes for minutes until he finally managed to pin you down.
He landed a kick from behind, between your legs, forcing you to your knees. You tried to shield your face from hitting the ground with your hands, but he seized both of them with one of his, lowering you carefully a second later so the impact wouldn’t be too harsh against your face.
“Damn it!”
One knee pressed against the ground, brushing your body, the other bent as he leaned over you. He pinned your hands behind your back, his voice slightly hoarse from before. You assumed he was tired too. A small victory still counts, right?
“So weak and easily pinned down. Did you even try?”
You tilted your head, the tiny grains of sand grinding against your cheek as you spat your words.
“I hate you—”
You attempted to look at him as he forced you down a little more.
“Can you repeat that? I didn’t hear you.”
“Let me go, asshole!”
He raised an eyebrow, a concealed smile resting beneath his mask.
“Quitting already?”
You moved in sync with him, struggling against his grip until he was the one towering over you, your hands forced above your head in one of his, while the other toyed with the tip of the kunai, swirling it slowly without yet touching your legs.
“I didn’t know one of my teammates lacked courage—”
You wanted to speak back,, to silence that infuriating mouth of his, but you jerked against his hold when the kunai grazed your thighs. The sensation made you shiver, and yet, Kakashi was all too calm.
Both of you watched the kunai’s movement before your eyes locked.
Kakashi’s gaze dropped unconsciously to your mouth as you did the same, mostly because he was absorbed in your reaction. And he swears it’s not merely in his head once again, otherwise your sharp tongue would have lashed out, you would have struck him with everything you had, instead of flushing so damn intensely under him.
Your voice lowered under the trance his eyes cast upon you.
“Let me go, Kakashi.”
His mirrored yours.
“So you are? A coward?”
You did not know what possessed you to unveil your inner conflicts, to expose what he was doing to you, yet you found yourself confessing within the heated bubble that enveloped you both. Why did he feel so close? Well, he was close. But this is different than—
“You believe that anyway. That I am one. That I am not capable enough.”
Kakashi’s widened pupil contracted at your words, transforming the heated air into something warm, almost tender. He unclasped his grip from your hands, yet did not move an inch.
“I don’t believe you are. I never did.”
You tilted your head slightly, your voice carrying a sharp edge, though he could discern the ache beneath it.
“Then why did you never tell me, huh? Always behaving like an entitled, insufferable man.”
“I thought you would perceive my true opinion of you through my actions.” His words drew a quiet chuckle from you, disbelief lingering—until your thoughts dissolved into darkness, vanishing from your mind when his fingers tilted your chin toward him. “Should I prove it more?”
He followed the motion of your throat as you swallowed, then, attempting to moisten your lips while forcing your reply not to betray how affected you were.
“Prove what more?”
“What I have truly felt about the person before me since I knew her..”
The realization struck you, connecting fragments of the past that culminated in this training session—his intense glances, his lingering touches, the subtle, taunting banter. Your ears rang, your body responding before your mind as your gaze fell to his lips, anticipating it, craving it even, before your voice diminished to a whisper.
“Kakashi…what are you even saying?”
One more look he gave you to ensure t’s okay, that it’s okay for him to press his lips against yours. Your body remained still, struck by the warmth of them. Did he just fucking kiss you? Kakashi? He paused as he sensed your hesitation. Trapped beneath him, with his hands now placed behind your head and legs between his, you couldn’t escape the intensity of his gaze.
Kakashi appeared as astonished, as if he wasn’t the one initiating the act. He didn’t anticipate he'd would find himself kissing you that soon, uneasy of how you might react. Kakashi tracked your chest’s up and down rise, your heavy breathing matched his. Fuck it.
Your hand grasped beneath his black collar, fisting till you brought him down and claimed his soft lips. You weren’t sure where it all started, driven by a buried desire as you chased his lips more and more, pouring all of your frustration into the way your tongue flickered over his, making him groan. The sound causes your hips to twitch, racing closer to the warmth of his body — Kakashi wasn’t the one to turn down a hot dry hump in the middle of the training grounds.
Your legs curl at the feelings, thighs parting to give him more room to grind against you more until you can no longer respond to his kiss, nuzzling your head in his neck.
“This is not… This is not right!”
You mumbled into his ear as you gasped at the wet kisses tattooed on your neck; his hands wandered to clasp your thigh and rise it, pressing himself firmly against you.
“Hm?”
He brushed his cheeks against yours, nipping your lips once again as his hips grinded harder. When he gazed at you, Kakashi’s coherent thoughts returned in his mind.
“Kakashi, we are in open space!”
Your mouth widened at a delicious thrust against your trousers, yet the concern in your eyes prompted Kakashi to act quickly.
In a flash, Kakashi wrapped your legs around his waist, placing a hand behind your neck as he carried you. You yelped in the air, the wind ruffing your hair.
“Damn it, Kakashi! Where are we going?!”
He met your irritated gaze as he looked down at you, hidden against his chest. His voice was muffled between his jumps on the tree branches.
“A secret spot.”
Not far from Konoha, the Naka River flowing through it could be seen in the distance, the water gleaming against the sunset that threatened its end. Kakashi’s spot was surrounded by vast nature that isolated it from the outside world, which made it ideal for hidden hideouts.
“Where is this? I didn’t even see anything. Is this where the model shinobi trains himself?”
With his hands in his pockets, Kakashi followed slowly behind you. A moment of admiration crossed his gaze, watching how the shadows traced your form, outlining a glow around you as if you belonged here, in nature.
“Not really. I come here sometimes when time calls for it.”
You looked over your shoulder, a teasing tone slipping past your lips.
“Translation: This is where you take your victims.”
He exhaled, already knowing where this was going.
“Wrong. You’re the first.”
Kakashi’s voice was lower, and his presence was right behind you now, tilting his head until he could see half of your face. You gulped at the tingling sensation his words left all over your body.
“Another translation: That’s what you say to all of them.”
Kakashi stepped in sync with you until your back hit the nearest tree, almost as if he had guided you straight into his trap.
“I know it’s hard for you to admit when you’re wrong.”
“Wha—? That’s not true!”
He lifted his hand, fingers tilting your chin toward him until he made you swallow your words.
“But I’m serious. About everything I said.”
Your voice carried disbelief, tracing every inch of his face for clues, unable to fully comprehend him.
“Since when?”
Kakashi lowered his head to your neck, making you gasp at the shivers he provoked when he whispered.
“For years.”
He tilted your chin to the side, letting his lips mark every vulnerable spot along your neck. One of your hands gripped his arm for some kind of support to steady your weakening knees.
“What took you so long? Did you enjoy making me lose my mind?”
It was a fair conclusion, judging by the accusation laced in your voice, though you gave him no indication to stop.
“Not exactly, but…”
Kakashi faced you now, his mouth twitching at your faltering voice.
“Asshole.”
“I’ll make amends for that.”
“Oh, you’ll better do more—Ah!” His other hand traced a path down between your thights. “…than this.”
“Anything you want.”
You licked your dry lips, biting them instead as his teasing fingers ceased, then returned to trace the curve of your breasts till he palmed them tenderly, warming yourself up as your nubs straightened in arousal.
“Y-yes?”
Kakashi’s every moves was unhurried, allowing you time to reconsider, but he only made it worse to do so, building more dampness between your legs, begging to he played with.
“Mhm.”
He cupped both of your breasts together, twirling your nubs between his fingers to make you moan as he observed your every reaction to his touch intently, inviting his mouth to press against yours in a slow, sensual kiss. His fingers burnt when he touched your bare skin under the training blouse, above the waistline.
Your breath stuttered when he elevated the clothing until your breast were on full display to him, making your embarassment disappear with the need in his eyes, nuzzling his face between them — cradling one, kissing the other, and taking turns. Your hand laced through his white hair, lightly gripping it when you hissed as his teeth grazed against the sensitive nub, driving your hips to chase his body.
“Hngh! Can you…”
He glanced at your flustered face and his sinful eyes seemed to relish your cutt-off words.
“Can I what?”
“Don’t be mean—“ He raised his head more to reach your earlobe, flickering his tongue against it before nibbling gently.
“Just tell me and I’ll do it then.”
You groaned in distress, unwittingly giving him the sweetest, inocent face that made his dick twitched in his pants.
“Touch me more.”
He teased your lips with his while tracing once again the path between your legs with his fingers.
“Here?”
You nodded, frustrated by the minute if he will not fucking start already to touch you—You gasped when he cupped your pussy, making his own breath waver from the heat he felt, restraing himself to feel your wetness across his fingers. He chuckled at your desperate attempts to undress yourself as he halted them.
“Let me.”
You gulped, watching him knelt down as his eyes refused to leave yours, undressing you in the process until the faint breeze of cold caused your muscles to stiffen, but he warmed them in no time, caressing them and placing a kiss above your inner knee until he was back on hit feet. His gaze didn’t left your face as you finally, finally felt his finger against your panties.
“I thought you didn’t liked me that much.”
Kakashi never thought he could be so intoxicated by someone else, allured by your reaction as you couldn’t even contain anymore any beautiful sounds that escape your mouth. You couldn’t retort back as he slid your panties to the side, his fingers moving in circles around your clit, spreading the wetness between your folds before returning to focus on it again.
He claimed your kiss to ease the tension in his pants at least a little, yet the way you couldn’t respond back to him while you lost yourself in the sensation turned him on way too much, enough to trace his fingers around your needy hole, probing one inside.
“Oh my—Yes, please—“
He groaned at the tightness as he put a hand over your back, pushing you to lean on him, your hands grabbing his shoulder tighly. You were so wet for him it messed up with his mind. The second one stretched you more, his rhythm became faster, deeper when your body convulsed under him by the way he hit your g-spot again and again.
“D-Don’t you dare stop—Ah! Kakashi, yes, right here! Right here—“
Kakashi didn’t want to suppress your moans by clasping the other hand over your mouth. His spot is secure, right. But you were too loud for him, lost in the vulnerable state of mind he wield with it now. Your pleading expression makes him do anything for you to finish for him, your muffled screams against his palm can only made to pump his fingers roughly, thumb pressing around your clit. He pressed your body against the tree more to don’t fall, legs trembeling in relief as the first wave of orgasm passed through your eyelids, closing them as you cum over his fingers.
He dragged your orgasm, letting his fingers move in and out your pussy as your breath barely catches, letting the other hand fall from your mouth slowly. Kakashi marvels at the translucent web he makes between his fingers, moving past his lips to taste you as you watched in an awe.
He is so fucking hot.
Kakashi helped you, more like doing all the job to dress you as you watched him doing so, causing a warm feeling to spread in your fragile body. Taken by surprise, Kakashi froze on the spot when your hands locked around his shoulder, face inches apart. Looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips. He hold a laugh, seeing you clinging to him after making you cum. Such a contrast than how you were hours ago.
“I hope that’s not all, sensei.”
His head lowered to gently kiss your neck as his voice carried an amused timbre.
“Is this a calculated maneuver to get on my good side?” Kakashi tilted your chin with his fingers to kiss your cheek. “You're misleading me just to gain points, [Name]?”
You gulped down the stirring emotions within you at his affectionate proximity, attempting to articulate the poisoned thoughts that still coursed through your mind.
“I’m still angry at you for telling Minato all the details in your absurd little report.”
Your hands remained over his shoulders as one of his hands was now on your arm, while the second, which had been on your chin, had fallen to rest on your waist. Kakashi recognized the rigidity in your eyes, your body turning stiff.
“It wasn’t my intention to tarnish your progress.”
You slowly unclasped your hands from his shoulder, letting out a sigh. The tree met your head as you leaned against it, arms crossed over each other. His prior behavior might have seemed irritating, yet the man before you now merited a gentler tone, even though your ego made you avoid his gaze.
“You behaved like an asshole before, did you know that? A ‘know-it-all’ asshole. That’s why I couldn’t stand you.” You glanced at Kakashi, who didn’t seem affected by your words; in fact, he acknowledged them silently. “I wasn’t ignorant of your past or anything. I felt very bad as a kid when I heard… you know.” He nodded; he himself didn’t want to open that intimate subject about his life yet.
Now you looked at him, biting your lips in distress as he followed the action. Outside, the breeze stirred the fallen leaves around him, his silver strands of hair shifting slightly. Even the sun was like a blazing orb of fire, working in his favor by the way it accentuated the glint in his soft eyes, making you confess what your inner thoughts truly were.
“But I still admired you.”
Kakashi believed you, feeling an unfamiliar, uncomfortable sensation inside of him.
“You did?”
Although you knew his question was sincere, it caused you to roll your eyes.
“Yes, Kakashi. Annoyingly, I found myself drawn to you as well.”
“So you don’t regret this.”
He cast a penetrating gaze, locking you both in an unwavering staring contest, the look of desire beginning to manifest in each other’s eyes as you both remembered why you were here in the first place. You only felt him getting closer when his touch burned against your skin, sending a shiver along it when Kakashi cupped your cheek and tilted your face to look at him. His thumb slowly parted your lower lip.
“No. I don’t.”
He slowly closed the distance, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle manner as both of you closed your eyes. Slowly, he took his time to savor the new red string formed because of your conversation, humming softly at the same moment a gasp left your mouth. He stopped for a second, cupping both of your cheeks to kiss you more deeply, but you stopped him as his gaze lingered on every hint of response before you spoke.
“Can we leave from here?”
Kakashi nodded, taking your hands in his and motioning for you to follow him. As you both jumped across tree branches, you only watched his back — his prominent muscles defined against the tight-fitting blouse you found difficult not to stare at — as he guided you to… where? You didn’t say where either. The anticipation of what would follow made your heartbeat cloud your mind, barely containing yourself from jumping on him again.
***
The sky speaks its final words, spilling gold on the edge of the day as the dramatic sunset descended behind the mountains in Konoha. The empty streets were promising, showing a peak of the unit complex designed for Jonin-level ninja just like yourself.
Or not. Sometimes your mind has this pain enthusiast kink to remind you of things in the least appropriate moments like this. Minato’s fair critique “lacking certain skills….” slipped between your chaotic thoughts and and a stinging emotion finds a place sitting behind your ribs, enough for not seeing the threat in front of you. Threat is a big word, but fitting to your case as Obito will probably tear your ear off if he will knew that all these years hearing you complains about Kakashi turned into you having a liking to the man in front of you.
More precisely, next to you. Kakashi saw Obito walking along with Asuma. Since when did they get along? Kakashi thought. Maybe they met accidentally, without purpose. He drags you in an instant, bodies slamming against the wall as his half-gloved hand clasped against your mouth. You grunted in slight pain while you looked up at him. His attention was somewhere else; head tilted over the corner to watch as his friends depart farther. So, you bite the exposed skin.
“What-“Kakashi gasped, eyes widening at the childish gesture as he let your mouth free.
“Sorry, I don’t like when someone tries to shut me up.” You hummed, a flashback from the forest made you add. “Depends.”
You chuckled and his eyes twinkled in amusement, the lines forming a smile hidden behind the mask.
“Come.”
Now, you were the one taking his hand in yours as his gaze turned softly. Both of you disappeared for the temporary hide-out. Then, as you approached his most likely apartment, confirming by some childhood memories you had with his place, you felt the tension from before returning.
“Close enough to get caught.” He didn’t respond, in fact, Kakashi surprised you when he didn’t stop here, instead of taking another corner. “Eh? Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
What a mysterious man you are, Kakashi.
Not so late, you raised an eyebrow as he approached his family home. And old, but bigger house with external corridors and balconies. You thought maybe this provides privacy. Sure, it did. His apartment consists of only one room, just like yours. Not that you mind. Everything was fine at that moment. Is there a thing to be so focused on someone’s presence, but to not really see subtle things? For example, how troubled Kakashi is now. It’s true it was his choice for taking you here, not even thinking about his small apartment that only will be a pain in the ass and make the room messy in a second. Not that he minds that. Yet this place is intimate for him. His hands sweeten at the sides, jaw tightening as he allowed himself a glance at you.
“I think I saw your house before. I’m not sure. Yet…” His heartbeat accelerated, but your words taken him aback. “It makes sense. It screams ‘you’—Kakashi.”
You stepped along with him at the entrance as he asked curiously, in a gentle tone.
“How so?”
You gestured around with your hands, takin in how tidy everything is. A small table with three wooden brown chairs that probably haven’t been used in a long time. An open kitchen with all the cabinets closed is likely almost empty inside. A few plants here and there are placed by the windows, half-covered by curtains. There are few minimalist paintings, but just enough that you don’t miss them. Books organized by category in a mini library in the living room, with an armchair next to a lamp post. Oh, does the degenerate read books other than Icha-Icha? Anyway, everything was in its place.
“Hmm? First of all, you are nestled in a quiet area, fitting for your wolfish life.” You joked. Mostly. But Kakashi felt exposed. “It looks at first like a peaceful sanctuary to unwind, inviting even to escape the outside. Somehow saying -less is more-.” You looked around one more time, before you add without thinking. “I’d like to live in a place like that.”
When you glanced back at Kakashi, your body froze at his surprised expression as your cheeks turned crimson. He stepped close as you stutter, embarrassment flashing in your eyes. “You know what? Ignore what I said. I should shut up. I-“
Kakashi’s throat moved as he gulped, swallowing the fear for being seen like this, so intimate it made his mind think of possibilities of the future he didn’t allow before to think. His knuckles brushed against your arm, making your skin burn in return by the frail touch.
“Nobody told me this before.”
You didn’t trust your voice as you asked. “No?” Your breath turned uneven as Kakashi lowered his head to let faint touches of his lip on your cheeks and down on your neck.
“No.” It was easier for him to be speak about this when he saw how you react to his presence as you melt in his hands despite the fire in your eyes while you followed every move of his like you want to remember it forever. “Makes me want to take you right here.”
You put a hand over his head when he let his tongue trail before he left a love mark, nipping your skin.
“F-fuck.”
With one hand on your back, his other hand roamed your body, lifting your shirt to playfully touch your breast, caressing its shape before squeezing it. Your moan made his dick twitch against the wet spot left before by precum as you came around his fingers. As you tugged his hair, his face lifted to focus on yours.
Kakashi seemed confused for a fraction of a second when you lift his mask back, only to kiss him right after. Both of your hands gripped his hair as he leaned down to respond to your urgent kiss. He felt aroused by the minute by the way you tried to grind against him.
You spoke between breaks. “I wanted to try this for so long.” You kissed him again, tongues only apart from the wet material of the mask. He made you step back until your ass hit the corner of the table in the middle of the hall. “To shut your smart mouth every time you made me mad.”
Kakashi hissed when you nipped at his lips, making the only thing to disappear that didn’t let him claim your lips properly. He loomed over you, placing one leg against his waist for support and cradling your back with his other hand.Hell, he needs to take you in his room fast.
“You should’ve done it.”
You chuckled, looking at him towards half-lidden eyes as his head nuzzled between your breasts.
“And let you win? No way.”
“Put your hands over my shoulder.” You did that, helping him to lock your legs around his waist as you yelped. Kakashi looked at you, moving on auto pilot towards his room. “You won me from the start, [Name].”
With you wrapped around his body, he turned around in a single fluid motion. The doorknob moved with an irritating click, though all you could hear was his words making your heart race.
You didn’t get to see much of his old room. For the first time, Kakashi didn’t feel that restless ache in his chest from being here. Because he was here with you now. Focused on your gentle eyes, urging him to feel you as quickly as possible.
Of course, taking his time. After all, he’d spent embarrassingly too many nights thinking about you, letting his body burn while his sinful thoughts—which he wasn’t too proud of the next morning when he saw you—provided him with enough material to release himself at least a little.
He gently laid you sideways on the bed, coming on top of you.
But now you were here, you were real, and you didn’t hate him as he might have thought; on the contrary, your sensitive reactions and your sounds were music to his ears. His height made you feel vulnerable under his gaze, and Kakashi sees it, finding it hard not to speak while his hand caresses your thigh as you raise it lightly against his, his other hand placed next to your head. He couldn’t miss a face you made for him, watching you gulp.
“Didn’t think about you as a shy woman.”
His mouth kissed your pulse point, making you gasp as he continued to focus on that spot until his teeth nipped the skin, not enough to make you hiss, but enough to make you tremble for more. You take a deep breath and muster up the courage to take control.
“Y-Yes? And how do you think I would’ve been?"
The thought of Kakashi thinking about you this way made you feel terrible things, already feeling wet enough for him without any preparation. Kakashi tilted his head, brushing his lips against yours until he pressed more, making your arms return around his shoulders, locking him closer as your fingers tug his hair. He groaned against your mouth as he slid his tongue along the bottom, and you allowed him to enter your mouth. His tongue is hot, tasting so good as he swirls against yours. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of you.
He pulls back, allowing you both to catch your breath.
“I didn’t complain, did I?” He looked at your lips again, finding the urge to taste you again because he desired another kind from you, or he might go insane. He surely will either way. So Kakashi began to slowly lower himself, cupping your breasts in his hands before slipping them under your shirt, all the while looking at you.
“Can I?”
You bit your lip as you nodded, cheeks flushing like he didn’t just finger you in the forest. Somehow, this feeling is intimate —between four walls, in the intimacy of his old house. Yet, the hunger in his gaze seeing you exposed made it all worth it.
He cupped your breast, moving the bra up and down until your hardened nubs peeked for him to tease them around his fingers. He cupped both of your breasts again, and his mouth started sucking them, taking turns. Your thighs tensed around his, hips rising off the bed as moans slipped from your mouth.
"Kakashi…"
He glanced back and your mouth opened at the sight in front of you — Kakashi sucking your breasts, nipping at them with a glint in his eyes that dismantled you with every power you had left. Then, he continues following his path toward where he wants, letting kisses in return under your breast, on your belly, and above your waist.
He undressed you slowly, feeling such a pity for letting your tight training pants stick uncomfortably to your…very hot panties. Kakashi thought he’d find sexy anything you could wear right now, even those grandma-style shorts you sometimes wear when the cursed period comes. Seeing the wetness between your legs makes him hunger to taste you. His thumb made you twitch at first when he touched your clothed clit, moving in circles gently as he found himself kneeling between your knees.
Yes, from the start he strategically placed your body horizontally on the one-person bed, hoping you'd let him eventually.
You watched him in a daze, feeling your body shiver under his touch as Kakashi asked in a whisper when he started caressing your thigh, stopping himself from coming closer when he saw the fear in your eyes.
“You don’t want to?”
How could you refuse him? You don’t want to do that. But you can’t stop thinking about things like — Will he like how you taste? Indeed, you took a bath this morning, but after your rough training and the previous orgasm painting your panties, the insecurities could be seen in your face. Somehow his soft gaze made you voice it out.
“What if you don’t like it?”
Nonsense. Kakashi, perverted or not, felt his twitch in his pants just from smelling your arousal. He doubts he couldn’t like it.
“Let me prove you wrong.”
You swallowed, your chest going up and down from the anticipation as you gave him an indecisive nod. So he took his time, nuzzling his head between your thighs to leave wet kisses, marking your skin not longer after on both sides. You hissed, legs twitching beside his head. Both of his hands part your legs, and that makes you panic for being so exposed.
“Kakashi!”
He looked at you as he raised his head slightly, his fingers sliding your panties to the side. Such a pretty pussy, Kakashi thought. He groaned at the sight, making your shyness dissipate, swallowed by the desire you felt.
“You look beautiful. Let me see you, love.” He chuckled when you reacted with a moan at his words more than at his fingers sliding between your soaked folds. “Already wet for me. Should I be honoured?"
You cursed under your breath, gripping the sheets for any type of support.
“You’re shameless!”
He hummed, playing with your clit for a moment more before he finally came closer; his breath warmed your pussy as his face was finally facing you. You mewl at his unintentional tease until you gasp loudly when he finally starts eating you, tongue swirling and sucking around your clit. He let his tongue trace down between your folds, practically grinding your pussy on his mouth until you gripped his hair instantly.
“Oh my God—“
Kakashi locked his eyes on you then as his tongue flickered in a continuous rhythm, learning to find your weak spots. That wasn’t hard for him to find by the way you react so sweetly to him.
Kakashi took a pause for him to breathe even though he wouldn’t really mind being suffocated here between your thighs. Still, one of them was immobilized by his hands, and the other came to find your needy hole that he could see squeezed around nothing.
He said sorry for that as a finger started entering you, going slowly at first as he watched how you cried his name again, giving you a second to feel only this before his mouth started eating you like a starved man. Like he had been depraved all this time from eating such a beautiful woman he cares about so much. So much, the second finger followed, stretching your tight walls as your pleading started being incoherent while his sucking on your clit intensified.
Kakashi curls his digits inside you, your body twitching in response; locating your sensitive spot, his fingers thrust faster into your tight cunt, pleasuring your sweet spot. A burning feeling surges through your entire body as each second passes, sweat beads down your forehead, walls tighten at the overwhelming pleasure. Your eyes shut tightly as you throw your head, feeling yourself closer to cumming, edging closer as his pace quickens.
Feeling the burning sensation, your back arches off the bed. Your eyes widen as your voice start trembling, legs twitching around him.
“Kakashi, fuck— I’m gonna, I’m gonna cum—“
He breathed out as he continued his unbroken pace. “Do it. Cum for me.”
The pleasure overflowed throughout your entire body as you came, your body shaking uncontrollably. Your voice cracked as your orgasm struck into you with such power that had you lightheaded and panting, reaching for something, anything, to grip onto and settling on his shoulders as you cum on his fingers, then drenching his face while Kakashi kept going even when your body shook.
You tried to pull back, but despite your whines, his low, heavy vibrations caressed your clit as he cleaned your orgasm, sucking with filthy persistence, riding each pulse of your pussy with his tongue, slurping and swallowing every drop you gave, all drawn into his lips.
He only pulled you off of him when you started quivering due to the excessive stimulation. Kakashi grins at your breathless expression, licking his lips.
“Don’t tell me I broke you already.”
You chuckled breathlessly, your words had no malice in it.
“Fuck you, Kakashi.”
Kakashi only grunted in return, rising himself from his knees as he put one of them near your body, coming over you. His fingers slowly travelled the now-learnt path between your legs.
“Wait—“
You got sweet chills on your skin when you looked at him and at his glistening lips.
“Coward again?”
He lowered himself to catch your lips against his, causing you taste yourself as he felt your hips fighting against him when he circled around your cunt until two fingers entered you.
“I’m sure you can take more, can't you?”
“I can—Ah!” Kakashi chuckled as he hit your soft spot, still moving slowly as you clearly are too sensitive by the way your body glitches. Your mind is blank, feeling so aroused by him that you couldn’t even retort something smart back, to tease him at least once for being so painfully hard for you. No, Kakashi clearly took all the control now.
He pumped his fingers inside you so roughly that it didn’t feel enough even if it was, but Kakashi turned your body to the side, rising your leg against your waist as he started finger-fucking your pussy again from this position. He slipped his fingers out only to pat your ass cheeks teasingly, too entrancing for him not to show a little appreciation, making his mind take another turn. You whined when he stopped, breathing so heavily like air couldn’t fill your lungs anymore as you watched him move you in a daze.
“Kakashi, what—“ He raised you from his bed on your trembling legs just for a second for him to sit on it, seeing like he was manhandling you despite putting your front body on his lap in a soft manner for you to not get roughed up. The front of your body was on the bed, legs too; only your ass and thighs were in his hands, massaging your ass softly.
“This position is so embarrassing! Kakashi!” He ignored your protest for now, wanting to see if you think the same when one of his hands starts caressing your back innocently, while the other goes between your legs, letting his long fingers trace your pussy between your legs as you raise your hips at the feeling, moaning. “Oh, God—“
Kakashi’s mouth twitches, letting his finger tease you a little before coming to circle your swollen clit, slowly, enough to drive you mad.
“Seems that you like it.”
You do. Fuck, you do.
“Y-You’re such a pervert… Ah!—“ He returns to massage your ass, parting your cheeks apart with the side of his hand as he squeezes it, worshipping it enough that it deserves a soft pat, making you gasp. Hm. He tested it again, patting slightly more, returning the gesture to the other side as the slap was louder, feeling you so aroused, warm pooling between your legs, now soaking his pants.
“You are so wet right now, and you call me a pervert?”
“Mhm—Please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for: for the slaps, for him touching your pussy again, for him to fuck you finally.
His other hand comes under your chin, thumb pressing against your lower lip to part your mouth as you greedily twirl your lip around it, making him groan as his other hand finds your pussy again, cupping it hungrily until his fingers circle around your clit, yet too slow.
You sucked around his fingers, moaning as you tried to match his rhythm, maybe urging him to go faster, but he didn’t. You’ve been edged by him so much you can almost cum from nothing but his words. He let your pussy tremble from the lack of feeling of his fingers inside, only to give you a slap here too. Did he just slap your—Fuck! He did again after you gasp in shock, feeling so embarassed to be so turned on by the action, only for him to slip his finger into your needy hole again, adding a third one not long after feeling your walls loosen more.
“Still too tight. Relax for me. Can you do that?” You groaned at his question, showing him how much you needed it as your knees pushed against the bed to bend over him more, moving your hips to chase his fingers as he pumped them harder and harder, hitting your G-spot as your mind turned to crumbles once again. “Mhm. Good girl.”
You squeezed your pussy around his fingers, shamefully, soaking them more at the dirty nickname. Kakashi wasn’t different, feeling himself so hard it hurts to stay like this too much longer. He was so affected by the way you acted so filthy right now for him, exactly how he wanted. God, he should've done that sooner.
“You look so beautiful right now, [Name]. Can you do one more for me?
As he still swirled his fingers inside you, in and out as you moaned without a stop, his question made you get out of the lustful trance enough to gather some sense.
“No.”
Kakashi slipped his fingers softly from your pussy as you tried to move while he helped you rise until you tried to straddle him, coming on top of him while your hand pushed his chest until his back hit the bed. You looked down at his abs, letting your fingers trace every muscle as you grind slowly on him. His abs look so good that they made you ride them, yet your urges lie over something else. Another time. Shit, the realization hits you that this is clearly not a one-time thing. Right?
Kakashi gripped your hands when you tried to rush undressing him but failed. He let out a breathy laugh, making you groan in annoyance. Unceremoniously, you lift from him as best as you can with one knee on the bed and the other on the floor as he puts his pants down, letting him in his shorts. You couldn’t contain your hand palming him as he stilled, making you ask him fast, the same way you want him to respond.
“Can I touch you?”
He responded breathlessly, resting on his hands in the bed as he watched you.
“Mhm.”
His dick looked so pretty, big enough to already feel a sting inside of you, swollen enough with so much precum that it was a pity not to stroke him, focusing on his tip as you spread his leak around it. You squeeze his base slightly as you continue to stroke him until you find yourself going between your legs, letting your fingers trace around your pussy until you push it inside of you as Kakashi watches you with his now wide-open eyes. He will never forget the filthy gesture as you gather more wetness from your own pussy only to wrap your hands around him to moisten more. That did a number on him.
Kakashi put a hand against the back of your head to empty the space between you until he claimed your mouth, kissing you messily. It made both of your minds dizzy, as you didn’t stop stroking him, making him moan against your mouth. You stopped him to focus down as you let yourself rise a little to grind on the side of his dick, whimpering at the feeling of touching your sensitive slit. He gripped your waist as he let you use him this way as he bit his lips harder.
When you looked into his eyes, it urged you to position yourself over him while he helped you.
“Condoms?”
That made you fix your eyes on him, feeling bad for not voicing out before like you assumed he already knows for some reason.
“I’m on medicine. I-I’m sorry, I want to feel you like this. Is that okay? Do you want…”
His gaze softened at your panic.
“Shh, yes. Yes, I do.”
The insecurity in your gaze made his heart leap.
“Only if you have had other activities like this in the past…”
“No. I haven’t. Please, trust me.”
His voice was soft, along with the genuine expression that made you respond more easily, making him gulp at the vulnerability of both being so open.
“I trust you.”
Then, you put your hands over his shoulder; he placed his dick near your entrance as both of you watched when you started lowering yourself, probing his tip slowly.
Your mouth formed an “o” at the delicious feeling, while Kakashi's jaw clenched at the tightness, resisting so you can accommodate. Fuck, he wants to shape your pussy for his dick so much that you respond to his thought by the way you swallowed him inside to the hilt. You felt so full of him that it stings as you thought before, yet it didn’t make you stop from moving slowly.
Kakashi put his hands over your tights, focusing on your reaction. He felt your legs tremble, face contorting in an expression he didn’t know how to perceive.
“Are you okay? Do you want—“ You pushed your hips harder, making his dick hit deeper and stealing both of your air combined. Then, you kissed him as you started bouncing on his dick until your thighs already hurt from the exercise. Damn, it feels embarrassing to not work out as much as you should.
He saw your tits bouncing like they were pleading him to suck around them as he did so while your head rested against his. He sensed the way your hips moved, now uncoordinated, struggling to take him as your moans turned to screams when he started meeting your thrusts.
“More, more. M-More, Kakashi!”
Gladly. His hands that were placed on your ass so as to guide them to meet his rough thrust – now they were gripped in support as he switched the position, locking your legs over his waist and lowering his weight over you. Kakashi kissed you in an instant as he started fucking you so intensely you felt tears wetting your cheeks.
He swallowed your moans, then he whisper again in your ear as his dick fucked you so hard the wet noises were the only sounds heard in the room.
“You feel so good.” He then cupped your cheek as he punished you with his rough, deep thrust, chasing both of your orgasms. “You are made for me.”
Your hand lowered between your legs, moving faster around your clit.
“Tell me you’re mine, Kakashi. Please, I need to hear it.”
His voice was so affected it was hoarse, making you squeeze around him at the deepness along with his intense, sincere gaze.
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
He felt the warmth flooding around him as you came, your eyes shouting closed as you could only moan his name. Kakashi slowed his moves as much as he could to let you feel the relief in your bones as he felt himself closer to the edge, dangerously so, until your eyes opened, one hand over his head, the other gripped over his shoulder as you begged against his mouth.
“Do it, Kakashi. Fill me, please—“
Inside you? He barely managed to speak as his mind started collapsing.
“Are you sure?”
By the way you squeeze around him, it was impossible for him to even think he shouldn’t. You nod your head frantically, taking his lips into yours as Kakashi felt himself thrust inside you two more times as he stilled, filling your pussy with his big load, surprising even him as he groaned so loudly it almost sounded like it pained him.
Kakashi dropped his weight over you like it belonged here, his face nuzzling in your neck as his loud breath warmed your ear. Your hand still rested on your cheeks as you barely caught your breath too.
Then, he raised his head to look at you as you tilted your head; his mouth kissed your forehead while your heartbeat spike violently, causing butterflies to warm your belly.
“Wait for me.”
You watched his naked figure as he went straight to the bathroom.
Neither of you know that the other struggled to form any starting conversation about what happened in the last couple of hours. Such a contrast from yesterday or all these years before. You felt a pang of fear in your chest at the thought that this will drastically change your relationship. Whatever that is.
Maybe he only wanted me like this?
Kakashi struggled to think about something that could diminish every insecurity you might have while he poured warm water over a cloth he wanted to wash you with.
He meets your vulnerable eyes in a short glance; you are both avoiding it for the moment as he starts touching you slowly, and you feel so intimate by the gesture that you get tense. He decided to break the ice first.
“Good training today, right?” You forced a smile, not that it didn’t amuse you, but the intrusive thoughts unsettled you. He set the cloth on the bed, a side note to grab it later, as he came next to you, unsure if he was allowed to touch you, feeling himself tense.
At first, he looked in no specific direction, his face facing front.
“I wanted you to know that this wasn’t one of those experiences I’ll take lightly. It means more to me than you think.”
You gulped, managing to speak in a whisper.
"What does it mean to you?”
He glanced at you, and you stilled; the glimpse of love and of caring in his gaze was unfamiliar, yet it was guiding you to the right direction your mind should take.
“That I crave you more than this. I care about your well-being as a friend, but not only. If that’s what you want from me too.”
“And if I want more? For us to be…”
Kakashi moved closer, raising his arm as you timidly came over his chest. He started caressing your hair, putting it behind your ear as he then tilted your chin to look at him. He placed a soft kiss on your lips before he whispered.
“Then I’ll try as much as I can to not be an asshole. I cannot promise that I will not.” You breathed out a laugh at that, warming Kakashi’s heart by the beautiful smile on your face. “But I’m willing to.”
You kissed his cheek as he felt himself blush. Ironically enough, giving you multiple orgasms and fucking you until you couldn’t think didn’t make him blush as much as this simple, yet affectionate gesture. Kakashi adjusted his voice, feeling his throat tight. You then placed your head over his chest, murmuring with your eyes closed.
“Then I’m willing to see this happen, Kakashi. Because I really want you too.”
Thank God he filled those mission reports.
