Silver Sins.
Silk And Smoke
Vibe:Fluff if you breathe,angst if you don't.
The way a single,wrecked moan from deep in Kakashi's chest completely undoes centuries of discipline, unraveling him into something entirely helpless in your hands is just beyond me.
Synopsis:-
(A response to a lovely prompt about surprising our favorite copy ninja. )
He is a weapon left out in the rain to rust, and you are the one who sneaks past all his security seals just to give him a taste of absolute safety.
I wanted to play heavily with the contrast of his bitter bleeding reality and the overwhelming sweetness of coming home to you. It starts with a heavy emotional breakdown and slips right into a very warm, desperate and territorial kind of intimacy.
The door is locked.
The candles are lit.
And Kakashi is entirely at your mercy.
Contains:Non-established relationship.Crossing boundaries. Kakashi completely losing his shit. Post ANBU Kakashi trauma. Domesticity. Shower sex. Warnings:-oral(both receiving)PinV, creampie.
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The sun had finally started to lower, forcing the birds to go home and the moon to take over.
The village gates started to appear more and more clear in Kakashi's vision.
He unconsciously bowed at the guards and with each step closer to his home, his footsteps seemed to get heavier.
He was finally back after a three week long mission, one that added to his nightmares and the blood on his soul.
It was a mission to infiltrate a criminal organisation that involved hiding under dead skin, looking at hell close enough to for the sins to engulf him.
The chaotic memories of the mission merged with the adrenaline in his veins and thrummed a frantic rhythm against his chest.
If it was for someone else, they’d have leaped in front to reach home as soon as they came back.
But Kakashi Hatake paused at the thought of 'Home'-where ghosts resided, blood coated the walls, shadows lingered and nightmares guarded the place.
The moment his house came in sight, his breathing unevened.
The adrenaline and dread thrummed violently, heightening his ninja senses when he saw a strange light coming out of his window and an unfamiliar scent surrounding it.
He clearly remembered locking the door and turning off the power supply.
Who could break past the safety seals?
It’s not possible for a regular civilian to break past those seals,woven by his sweat and chakra.
And if it was an ambush, he was in trouble.
But what did they want?
From him?
From his house?
He did not possess anything valuable anyways, his hands were empty and chest was hollow.
He held a kunai tight in his hands, and jumped up to the roof, checked the area for any possible traps, then scanned the peripheral area, the backyard, his lawn and teleported to his living room.
He froze, going completely still, the phantom weight of his blade still pressed against his palm refusing to let him believe the room was safe.
His heartbeat spiked up and his breath came out in restless, ragged pants.
Because instead of another life threatening smoke, there was a table full of his favourite dishes.
Still warm.
Steam curling up, dissolving in the amber light that came from way too many small, scented candles placed in every corner, kissing the shadows.
And beneath the etheral light and hypnoizing scent were you, sitting at the edge of the table, legs crossed, wearing a silk robe that catched the light like liquid gold, a little smile tucking at your lips, when you saw the kunai in his hands.
That single sight should've relaxed him, but instead it alerted him more.
Was this some kind of trap?
A dream?
Or a nightmare?
Because he could never be lucky enough to see your skin draped in silk.
Serving in the ANBU, surviving wars, and infiltrating numerous territories, the one thing he learned everytime was to never trust his eyes.
Because devils wear a halo and look like everything you’ve ever wished for. You walk towards him, his scent engulfing you entirely-Iron,rain and old regrets.
Instead of taking you in, he scanned the room out of habit.
With one swift motion, you pinned him to the nearest wall.
He flinched tensing to strike, only to stop as the suffocating saccharine warmth of your scent hit him, a soft cloud of spun starlight and warm vanilla that tasted like absolute safety.
It reminded him, it was you.
Only you.
You pressed your body further into him when his breaths started to sound desperate to just fall onto you, but the adrenaline and the ghost of memories kept his muscles tight.
You tilted his chin with your hands, “Welcome home, Kakashi.” His name tasted like honey on your lips and you wanted him to taste it on his own.
Suddenly, you were against the wall and he was holding your wrist, warning and afraid.
"This is dangerous. " Kakashi said, eyes darting towards whatever you'd prepared.
The light from the candles spilled in between you, dying to touch his bare skin.
You shook your head, a slight smirk resting at the corner of your lips.
"Umm-hn...This is dangerous."
You said pointing at the space between you two.
Then, you leaned in, closer until were almost touching.
He was still caught up in his head, was still fighting long after the war was over.
But his body remembered the warmth of your breath and the heat of your skin.
He thought you were going to kiss him.
You thought you were going to kiss him.
But instead, you reached up for his hitai-ate and his breathing shallowed, then paused.
As if he was afraid,if he let go and exhaled you'd dissolve in the mist.
You removed his hitai-ate, slowly and carefully, as if you were handling something very fragile like thin ice, as if he was made up of smoke. His shoulders unconsciously dropped, though not even by an inch but enough for you to caress his cheek and sink into his shadows.
"Eat, Kakashi. " You step back and walk towards the table.
He almost instinctively lunged forward, like there was a string connecting him to you, like separation suffocated him, which it did.
But he was still feeling lost, mind trapped in a maze, refusing to believe his eyes, refusing to accept your starlight could ever belong to him.
You noticed, and decided to sit down beside him in the rain rather than pulling him up into sunkissed cloud which would blind him.
You grabbed a warm towel, and motioned him to sit.
He gently sat down on the wooden chair.
You leaned in to press the towel against his forehead but he flinched.
"Shh... It's just me." Your voice came out soft and dissipated on his lips.
He brought his hand up in an attempt to hold yours, but it trembled.
His lips quivered, when you held his sweaty and bloodied hand in yours.
It was like watching a star die because of fever.
The impact started as a wobble in your throat and ended as a pang in your chest.
You bring his hands to your lips and kiss it slow and light, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.
"You're home, Kakashi. The mission is over."
You knew he needed to know you'd wait for him,always.
At his home.
At the training grounds.
Under the sun.
In the rain.
At the other end of the sky.
You'd always wait for him, only him.
You knew this mission triggered a memory, gnawing at him, trying to swallow him.
Knew it triggered his hyper-vigilance.
So you held his hand tighter,instead of letting go when he tried to pull his hand back.
He was still afraid to touch you, because every hand he had ever held left eventually.
You put the towel aside and bring him a glass of water.
When you disappeared in the corner of the kitchen, he frantically removed his weapon pouch and threw it across the floor,as if it was a ticking bomb.
He removed his gloves like they were confines, stopping him from holding you.
He then reached for his vest zipper, but his hand started shaking violently as the memories from the mission flooded back.
It when reminded him of the night,when he was freezing, his clothes bloodied and was shaking feverishly before removing his jacket to stich the wound on his chest.
And of the moment when his heart slowed down,thinking of hollow walls that echoed with the names of loved ones he failed to protect.
He thought it probably didn't matter if he reached late.
No one was waiting for him anyways.
He was broken out of his trance,
when you held the glass of water,in front of his lips and helped him drink it.
He felt vulnerable like this.
Weak.
Completely at the mercy of your hands.
But to you, vulnerable has always been beautiful.
"Kakashi I am here. I won't leave you." You said, pulling the zipper of his vest down, your voice sounded like melting sugar on burning ambers.
He was still pushing himself.
Was still trying to stand strong instead of relaxing.
You slowly weave your fingers through his hair, that seemed to turn gray because of the dirt and soil.
You started stroking his head which had finally seemed to turn his wild pulse in a more calmer rhythm.
You pushed the hair out of his forehead and wiped it.
He could not meet your eyes.
Then you rubbed the towel on his eyes.
It made his breath hitch when he remembered the rotten, dark cell where he was kept captive and was treated like a filthy rat.
But taste of copper was quickly replaced, when you made him look at you and wiped his face and neck.
He saw himself as a loser.
A loser who had lost more than he loved.
A fucked up soul that couldn't protect any promises.
But in your eyes, his reflection was completely unrecognizable.
A little rough around the edges though, gentle.
A little moonlit and starkissed.
Simply, beautiful.
"I cooked your favourite — eggplant with Miso."
You held his hands, cleaned them and kissed them again and again.
It was not a grand gesture or a big confession, it'd probably not even mean anything to others.
But you knew, it fulfilled its purpose...
Kakashi always thought your lips could wash away every sin.
So you kissed his hands again and again.
Kakashi lightly sighed in response.
The mission adrenaline was finally running cold.
His fingers brushed your lips and he trembled, when he felt your sacred skin against his sinned hands.
He wanted to hold you, but he was afraid - afraid he might stain your pure soul, ruin your smooth skin with his rough hands.
Looking down at him, the weight of the past months hit you in the marrow of your bones.
'No strings attached.'
That had been the rule, scrawled in invisible ink between you in the dark corners of a crowded tavern months ago.
It had been easy then.
A mutual arrangement born of convenience and shared isolation—fleeting and entirely safe.
But somewhere between the casual nights and the quiet mornings, those neat boundaries had completely dissolved.
It had bled into the kitchen, into the shared steam of the shower, into the very fabric of how you breathed.
Now, looking at him, the reality of it felt devastatingly dangerous.
It wasn't a casual vice anymore.
This connection had burrowed into the depths and bones of who you were, leaving you completely exposed.
Kakashi's dark eye shifted up to meet yours for the first time in the night.
In that long, unblinking look, an unspoken truth passed between you two.
He knew it too.
Behind the rigid mask of a soldier, his gaze held a quiet, terrifying resignation.
You were both entirely past the point of return.
The shore had vanished long ago and you were both drowning in something neither of you knew how to survive.
But he thought someone like you never belonged to someone like him.
He was carved by ghosts and blood.
You were made up of scattered moonlight and blooming life.
He watched your fingers trace the edge of a glass, realizing his own hands were built strictly for breaking things apart.
He was a weapon left out in the rain to rust while you were the flower that caught rain drops on its petals.
He didn't belong in your sky;he was just a shadow cast by a long-dead star, praying the morning would never come to wash you away.
But that wasn't true.
And he needed to hear it.
He needed a lifeline to pull him out of the void.
"I missed you," you whispered, voice steady but thick with the gravity of admission.
His throat bobbed beneath your finger tips, but you didn't let him pull away. You leaned in closer, letting him feel the literal warmth of your presence breaking through his armour.
“I missed you so much that the morning sun felt entirely harsh against my skin,” you told him, the words falling like quiet confession in the candlelit room.
“Because you weren’t there to breathe life back into the dawn with me.
I missed you at night when the moon seemed to turn cold, because your arms weren’t anchored around me keeping the winter away.”
Your thumb traced the edge of his jaw, forcing him to ground himself in the reality of your touch.
“Even the village market... it sounded too loud, Kakashi. Too loud and completely hollow, just an empty noise, because you weren’t there.I was surrounded by people yet I was entirely alone.”
The admission settled heavy in the room, and heat crawled up your neck, a rosy tint kissing your cheeks
A smile unconsciously crept up his face, looking at your embarrassed form, glowing under the orange glow, voice as sweet as a cotton candy melting away.
You look at him through your lashes, still a little shy to look at him in the eye,just to catch him smiling.
It stirred something soft and fleeting in you.
You wanted to run away and hide behind some bushes.
How in the world did you manage to sound so poetic?
"I-I am gonna go clean the dishes now, " But before you could run, Kakashi stopped you by holding your wrist.
"No. Let me do it."
"I can't."
"Please. "
"I shouldn't."
"Then leave them aside for now..."
When he behaved like this, hair falling over his eyes, head tilted slightly, with pleading eyes, he asked you to stay. You knew,and he knew as well that you held the invisible threads to his chest, and with a single pull you could entirely undo him.
"Hmm, no. You are supposed to rest. "
Kakashi's heart leaped.
He had been used to just giving never receiving.
Because receiving meant being loved and ghosts don't love, they haunt.
He knew how stubborn you were, so instead of arguing he cleaned the table and helped you pick the dishes to the sink.
He knew you needed some time after confessing so suddenly.
He needed some time as well.
But being days away from you had made him impatient.
You let out a surprised yelp, when you felt his arms wrap around you from behind.
You waited for a few beats thinking he wanted to say something, but when he didn't you realized he just wanted to stay beside you.
"Mmh." You sighed when he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and as his hair tickled your sensitive skin.
"Hmm?" you asked him when he whispered something incoherent in your neck.
Kakashi didn't respond immediately, instead he sunk his teeth into your sensitive skin.
He licked the spot right between your jaw and neck, on top of the mole that elegantly sat there.
He sucked on it with force, replicating the same way you had done and gave him a hickey before he left for the mission.
You whimpered, as your eyes shut close,focus gathering at the spot his lips met your skin.
"Thank you..." You could feel the hesitation crushing him in his voice.
You turn around to face him, "I'll get the bath ready now..."
You leave a featherlight kiss on his chin and run.
When Kakashi entered his room, the atmosphere changed completely.
Every corner he turned to felt different, like a home he'd never thought he'd return to.
When he returned nothing had really changed in his house.
You didn't erase the blood or remove the ghosts, instead you filled that cold place with a warmth, even the Sun couldn't replicate.
The flowers bloomed on the windowsill, indicating life and beauty but it didn't feel alive the way your presence did.
Every corner he was once afraid to touch smelled like you, pulling him in like gravity.
The walls painted in red, echoed your unguarded laugh.
Is this what coming home felt like?
Is this the very reason people are eager to return?
Is this the reason other shinobis wanted to come back?
Kakashi wasn't sure about others.
But he was sure he wanted to wake up next to you.
Wanted you to take up every space he ever existed in.
He stepped into the dim quiet of his bedroom, door clicking shut behind him as the exhaustion from the mission finally started fading.
His fingers calloused and rough from battle reached for the hem of his dark undershirt, slowly pulling the fabric over his head.
As the cool air of the room hit his bare chest, the scent of the house washed over him completely.
It wasn't the metallic tang of blood or the suffocating smell of smoke this time; it was the rich, warm aroma of the dinner he had just eaten.
You had made dinner for him.
The simple, domestic reality of it hit him like a physical wave, suddenly making the adrenaline in his veins run entirely cold.
He stood frozen by the edge of the bed, his half-removed armor clutched in his hands, completely overwhelmed by how beautiful you looked under the amber light of the kitchen just moments ago.
You looked so radiant, so effortlessly soft, a stark contrast to the violence he had spent days surving.
Every kunai that had whizzed past his face on the battlefield had been replaced by the memory of your smile;every explosion that shook the Earth had echoed in his head like the sweetness of your laugh.
He had spent the entire journey praying to whatever gods were listening, to just see you breathe one more time.
The sheer relief tightened his throat, a sudden, heavy wave of emotion crashing through his chest before he could stop it.
A single tear escaped his eye, tracking a clean line across his cheek.
It rolled down to his lips, leaving a sharp salty taste on his tongue-a bitter reminder of the grief he used to carry, but now completely sweetened by the knowledge that he was finally home.
With you.
.・゜゜・
After removing the last layer of clothes, he stepped into the showerroom and the scent of your bodywash entirely filled his lungs.
Small candles sat near the mirror, quietly burning, and the warmth seeped into him and right through his reflection.
He felt the rough edges of his beard and decided to shave.
The door suddenly opened and you walked in with underlying hesitation,that looked almost like a surrender.
Kakashi looked at you through the mirror, eyes traveling down every inch of your skin like he was removing those layers that dared to come in between you and him.
His eyes- one as black as an obsidian and the other as red as a ruby, focused on yours, inviting.
"Kakashi , I... I-I want..." you bite your lips as you take in his form - bare chest glistening under the warm glow of the candles, the muscles on his arms flexing with every movement of his hands as he shaves, hair that made you want to pull on them as he ate you out; that little smirk on his face, that indicated he knew what you wanted.
Your eyes travel lower on his body and pause on his abdomen.
"Eyes up, on me, love. And tell me, do you need something?"
There it was. The cocky and smug and infuriating and teasing lilt was back in his voice.
"I-" you took a deep, shaky breath, "want your lips on mine." You, confessed, directly about what you wanted. And Kakashi looked like he was ready to give you everything he owned.
"Hmm?"
"Yeah." You said, nodding.
Before you could even exhale, you were pinned against the wall you were leaning on. Kakashi held both your hands above your head and with his other hand, he tilted your chin and whispered near your ear, "You have to tell me, sugar, where you want them."
You push your body further into him in an attempt to feel his skin against yours.
But, he stepped back, teasing.
"Show me how do you want it... Show me where you want my hands and my lips..."
Now this was dangerous.
You fidget and hesitate but with small, quivering steps you walk towards the shower and stand under it.
You turn the water knob on, and the water starts trickling down slowly, not in a violent gush.
You look up, letting the water soak your long hair and slide down your face - your eyelashes, your cheeks and your lips.
Matching the movement of the water, you say, "I want your lips here..." the water flows down,past your eyelashes.
"Here..." your cheeks.
"Here..." your lips.
"Here..." the junction between your neck and shoulder.
"Here..." your chest.
"Here..." between your breasts.
"Here..." the water glides down the curve of your breast, your waist, your hip and finally between your legs.
With every droplet that ran down your body, Kakashi's breath hitched and picked up pace along with his heartbeat as the silky fabric clung to your body like a second skin.
His cock twitched when he realised you weren't wearing anything beneath the robes, when he could clearly see the outline of your hardened nipples.
Without wasting another second, his lips found yours, body roughly pressing against yours in a desperate, primal need to remove every space between your bodies.
He pulled you closer, one hand tightening around your neck and the other holding your back, pushing you more into him until it was hard to breathe.
His mouth swallowed the tiny little gasp you let out.
His lips move roughly against yours as if they were the only thing anchoring him to reality or the only thing saving him from reality.
You quickly open your mouth, inviting him in..
The kiss-his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth, all of it was so intoxicating it made your knees buck.
He had now pinned you to the wall, one hand holding your jaw and the other roaming all over your body.
He was pushing his tongue deep into your mouth, while your lips wrapped around it, sucking.
The water on his lips tasted like melted cotton candy and you just couldn't seem to have enough of him.
When you pull apart gasping for air,
there's a string of saliva connecting your mouths and his hands work in rhythm to get your clothes off.
You stroke his cock as he slides the fabric down your shoulder and throws it somewhere in the direction of the laundry basket.
His cock was hot and you could actually feel the blood rushing towards its tip that glistened and it would twitch every single time your hands pumped up from his base to the tip,begging for attention.
You let out a shaky breath and arched your back pushing your chest more into him, when he bit down on your collarbone and massaged your breasts.
He pulled at the sensitive skin with his teeth then sucked on it licking circles where his teeth had left marks.
He then snuggled his face in your neck, left a little too chaste kisses on the mole.
He kissed your right shoulder, the junction between your neck and shoulder, and down on your chest where the curve of your breast started.
His hot mouth wrapped around your hardened nipple, tongue slowly darting out to lick it.
"Mmhh..." you moaned and pushed your chest more into his face as your fingers weaved through his damp, silver locks.
"Hmm?" He whispered around your sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around the areola. His hand massaged and teased the other.
Kakashi sucked on your tit harder, his teeth sinking into your flesh.
"Hnghh, Ka-kakashi!" You moaned as his palm rubbed against your mound.
He released your tit with a loud 'pop' sound, watching intently as the water ran down them.
He gave your other tit the same treatment and kissed his way down your body when you started grinding against his palm.
He licked all the way down, from between the valley of your breast to the sensitive skin on your stomach and left a saccharine kiss on your waist, that seemed to ease your mind.
Kakashi sat down on his knees and took a deep breath, the scent of your arousal instantly crashing through him like waves, your back hit the wall, as Kakashi lifted your left thigh and put it over his shoulder, his hand parted your pussy lips and he buried his face in it.
You whimper as he licks a long stripe from your opening to your clit.
"Yeah?" he whispers from between your legs, the low hum vibrating right against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Oh! Kakashi" you moan, pulling at his hair when he lapped at your entrance, his thumb massaging your clit in tight circles.
"Unngh!"
Kakashi entered his middle finger and ring finger into your entrance as he sucked onto your clit.
"Just right... there, ugh mmh..."
You look down at him as he curls his finger hitting that squishy spot inside you.
He is still sucking and licking like a man who's tasting an ice-cream for the first time.
His movements picked up pace as you started grinding on his face and he lightly bit down on your clit, sucking on it with the right amount of pressure.
Your walls tighten and pulse against his fingers, clit throbbing.
"KA-KAKASHI! I-I'm-" You pushed his head deep into your pussy, making him choke on it as waves of pleasure hits you and your body jerks up, hips shaking, mouth agape and eyes shutting close.
Kakashi looks up at you with hooded eyes, sharingan spinning rapidly indicating he had recorded every second of your orgasm and carved it in his memory.
You pulled him up into a kiss, teeth clashing, and tongues moving in a rhythm that could open the gate to heaven.
After you pull apart, Kakashi brings his fingers up and wraps his mouth around it,eyes focused on you, watching intently as your pants slowly fade.
He let out a satisfied noise at the taste,svouring every last drop of it. You bring his fingers to your lips and suck on them, getting a taste of him as well as your juices.
Kakashi then removes his fingers and pushes his thumbs into your mouth, feeling the roof of your mouth and the flat of your tongue, as you sit down on your knees.
You let go of his thumb with a pop and stare at the angry tip, throbbing and leaking with precum.
You spread the precum with your thumb and he shivers when you kiss his tip.
He looks down at you with anticipation, hips slightly pushing forward like an instinct his body recognized.
You stroke his throbbing length a few times before you lean in and trail kisses all the way down his happy trail and his shaft.
He hissed when you pressed down on one of his veins and as his cock throbbed impatiently in front of you.
You looked up at him-eyes dazed, silver hair soaked, lips swollen and parted, water sliding down his body like a waterfall tracking down ancient weathered rock.
You kiss the tip, rubbing your lips gently on it as his scent hit you - it was a dark velvety fragrance that settled in the back of your throat like rich woodsmoke.
"Kakashi,did you miss me?" You asked as you lick a long stripe down his shaft and finally wrap your mouth around him.
"Mmh-yea..." He let out a tiny whimper before swallowing it back.
"Yeah?" You hum around his cock, tongue caressing the tip, hand stroking and massaging his balls with the just the right pressure at the right place.
"Fuck-Yes!" He holds the back of your head, feeling it move, as your cheeks hollow,slowly sucking all of his life out of him.
"I-I missed you. A lot. These pretty eyes..." his thumb brushes your cheekbone, right under your eyes, "your laughter, your scent..." He is holding your jaw now"your warmth... Every thing."
You were now whipering as his cock hit the back of your throat.
"But Do you know what I missed the most? I-Haah - missed your pretty little mouth around my cock...so much uhh-so-so much."
Kakashi pushed your head more, making you take every last inch of his dick, until you were choking on it.
He was now thrusting into your mouth, hands threading through your long hair and curling them up in a his fist.
Your nails dug into his thighs, when he was still pushing, but you were unable to take it in.
He was hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, triggering your gag reflexes, making your throat pulse around him.
The pace turned into wild, frantic thrusts as he was getting close to the edge.
A shiver ran down Kakashi's spine, as he thrusts one last time,moaning, calling out your name.
Hot, sticky liquid splurt out in ropes, gliding down your throat.
You look up at Kakashi your eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall as you swallow.
"You're so good to me..." he says as he kisses you, a little softer, a little more sloppier, the kind that sent more warmth to your core.
On any other day, he would've carried you to the bed, would've left the moon to kiss you where he couldn't reach, but right now, the need was clawing at him like an itch you have to scratch.
He needed to keep you close, needed your breath to keep his soul. He needed it in a way where he'd forget and erase the line of where he ended and you began.
So instead, he turned you around and made you face the dewy wall, holding both of your wrists and making you bending forward in a way, your dripping pussy was now directly inviting him.
He parted your wet folds and rubbed the tip along your entrance.
"You're going to take it all, yea?" Kakashi nibbled at your ear as you whimpered in response.
As Kakashi pushed his tip in, your toes curled and your legs and knees
bucked forward.
"Feels good, no?"
His arms wrap around your waist, holding you flush against him.
"Nngh- yes! Kakashi..." You moan, his named rolled on your tongue like he was the answer to all your prayers.
"Ugh- yes! You take me so well..."
He sighed into your neck, as he bottomed out, inch by inch.
The stretch of his cock, pushing through your walls was beyond
delicious, so familiar yet so intoxicating.
Kakashi's hips roll forward, slowly, which made you jerk in front with pleasure because of how good it felt when he slowly bottomed out, undoing you piece by piece.
With this new angle, and the way he was hovering over you hands against the wall for support, moving with a rhythm that felt like a beat to your heart,he hit a spot so deep in you,
you never knew it ever existed.
Never knew you were this flexible.
Never knew could make kakashi
moan like this.
Kakashi loved to take you slow,
every roll of his hip felt like he was
breathing fire into coals, igniting a
a fire the rain couldn't sate.
When he dragged his teeth along
your shoulder, he made sure
you could feel every inch of his
throbbing length pushing through your
walls as if he was pumping his
soul into you, never wanting to
let go.
Your breathless moans mingled with his ragged whimpering in the mist.
The mirror was fogged up with steam, your body was pressed against the cold wall,nipples hardening almost painfully against the cold marble, an
abstract contrast with your burning
skin.
With every second that passed
Kakashi's thrusts picked up pace.
Your hand reached up to hold him,
wrapping around his neck, as he lifted up your right thigh, pushing in deeper, faster.
"You take me so well," Kakashi was now getting impatient.
Low moans turned loud and clear.
"Hah-ngh, so-so good," you moan.
You feel a tight knot coiling and tightening in your abdomen, pulling you into a wild fire.
"Mmh- I'm close," Kakashi's voice came out strained, like he couldn't focus on anything else than the thought of you and your body pressed against his.
"Me-meehh too! "
"Where do you want it?"
"In-inside, I-its..."
You couldn't even complete the sentence before white hot fire spread all across your body, the knot uncoiling with a physical pull.
"Su-sure? "he asked, voice brittle, hips rolling with wild, frantic thrusts.
"Y-Yes!" You cried out and he collapsed on top of you, the last thrust rippled through your bones, resonating and merging right into your core.
He kissed your shoulder and bit your neck, sloppily,riding out his high, as warm and viscous liquid coated your walls in a warmth you'd never experienced before.
"You make me feel so-so
good," Kakashi said, hands easing
around your waist, slightly massaging
dissolving the tension and pain from the constant bending. He pulled out and you could feel his cum running down your thighs.
You instantly melt in his arms,
as he reaches for the shampoo bottle
and slowly starts massaging your scalp.
He was holding you, as if you were something fragile,
something completely out of his reach, like he was dreaming and one harsh pull would make you disappear.
The way his skilled fingers trembled
everytime they had to smooth
out a strand of tangled hair, afraid to hurt you, undid something deep within you.
Kakashi watched as the water rushed down your hair like dark ink diffusing into clear watera beautiful, chaotic life he never thought he'd get to read
After he'd washed your hair, you turn around and cup his face.
There were a lot of things you wanted to say, wanted to confess, but couldn't bring your self to.
All the tension, anticipation,doubts, insecurities, weariness, every single
thought gathered and dissolved right
under his beauty mark.
"I- Let me take care of you, too." you
hesitated.
His eyes softened and you thought it was impossible for them to soften any further.
And then, he smiled the kind only
you'd seen, the kind that made a
halo look dull.
Then, you wash his hair, fingers
weaving through his silver locks that
looked like liquid moonlight.
And Kakashi let out a sigh so
content as if he'd never been touched
with such gentleness before.
You both shower together and he
carries you to the bedroom.
Kakashi gently lays you down, drapes
a quilt over both of you.
You turn to face him, remove hair from eyes and forehead and say, "I'll always wait for you."
There it was, no grand confession
or loud words.
Kakashi didn't say anything. But he couldn't help the tightening of his grip around your waist and the little spike in his heartbeat.
So instead, he pulled you closer and kissed you.
This kiss was different than every kiss you'd ever experienced.
It wasn't burning, or chaste, or sloppy, or tired. It was a kiss drawn with pencil—etched so lightly into the dark that you'd miss it if you weren't looking closely, yet somehow impossible to erase.
This kiss tasted like a promise — if you'd wait for him at the edge of hell, he'd gladly crawl down the stairs.
And you'd do the same for him.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
This one is for @yoongtangerine, who's sweeter than a strawberry. I hope you like it. I have put whatever of my heart remained in this story. This is my first ever attempt at writing smut and also the first ever request I have ever received.
This feels way too personal. And it's really different from all the ones I have written before. This one's raw and unfiltered. And I am really sorry to make you wait this long, but I am barely surviving at my end. Also thank you for waiting for me✨
ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ.
Silver sins 🌙.
Signing off.
~Akari.
