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You never would’ve guessed Kakashi was a virgin when the two of you first started dating.
The man read porn in public for fuck’s sake—leaning against a tree outside the Hokage tower with an orange book held open at eye level, completely unbothered by the occasional side-eye. He flirted with that same lazy drawl he used for mission reports, kissed like he’d done it a thousand times, and touched you with a confidence that made your knees weak. So when the two of you finally started making out on the couch in his apartment weeks later, you expected him to take the lead.
He didn’t.
He’d get hard the second your tongue slid against his, hips rolling up against yours in these helpless little thrusts that made the couch creak. You’d grind down into the thick line of his cock through his pants and he’d break the kiss with a shaky inhale, silver lashes fluttering as he tried—and failed—to keep from thrusting up harder. The first time he came in his pants you’d been straddling his lap, rolling your hips slow and filthy while you sucked on his bottom lip. He’d gone rigid beneath you, a punched-out sound catching in his throat, and then he’d been pulsing hot and wet against the inside of his trousers, face buried in your neck like he could hide from it.
“Shit—sorry,” he’d whispered, voice wrecked. “I didn’t mean—”
You’d kissed the apology out of his mouth and told him it was hot. He’d looked at you like you’d handed him the moon.
It kept happening.
Every time the two of you got handsy—against the wall in the hallway, bent over the kitchen counter, tangled together in his bed with only underwear between you—Kakashi would last maybe five minutes of grinding before he was trembling, cock twitching as he soaked the front of his pants or the thin fabric of his boxers. Always with that same dazed, glassy-eyed look afterward, cheeks flushed above the mask he still refused to take off until the third or fourth time you asked. Always so shy and sweet about it that it made something mean and hungry twist low in your belly. You wanted to ruin him.
It took months before he finally admitted it.
You were in his bed, both of you half-undressed, his hands shaking as they slid up under your shirt. He’d already come once against your thigh and was hard again, but every time your fingers dipped lower than the waistband of his pants he tensed like a bowstring.
“I… haven’t,” he said eventually, voice barely above a whisper. The single visible eye wouldn’t meet yours. “Not all the way. I’ve never—”
You’d gone still above him.
“You’re a virgin.”
A tiny, embarrassed nod.
Something molten and possessive settled under your skin.
Tonight, after months of soft insistence and patient waiting, he was ready.
The apartment is quiet except for the soft rain against the windows and the low hum of the old heater. Kakashi is on his back beneath you, mask already discarded on the nightstand the way it only ever is when the two of you are alone and the door is locked. His silver hair is a mess against the pillow, the sharingan covered by the usual black cloth, the remaining dark eye wide and nervous as you straddle his hips. He’s hard—has been hard since you kissed him at the door—and the thick length of him is a hot, insistent brand against the damp heat between your legs even through the thin barrier of your underwear and his boxers. You can feel the way it twitches every time you shift your weight, the head already leaving a small wet patch against the fabric.
You lean down and kiss him slow, tasting the leftover mint of the toothpaste he used twice before you got here. His hands settle on your waist like he’s afraid to hold on too tight, thumbs brushing restless circles over the soft skin just above your hips.
“You’re sure?” you murmur against his mouth.
He nods, throat working. “Yeah. I want— I want to feel you. Properly.”
You smile and sit up, peeling your shirt off slowly so he can watch. His eye tracks every inch of skin you bare, dark and hungry and a little overwhelmed. When you reach back and unclasp your bra he makes a soft, punched-out sound that goes straight to your cunt. You toss the lace aside and take his hands, guiding them up to cup your breasts. His palms are warm, calloused from years of weapons work, and they tremble just a little as they mold around the soft weight of you.
“Like this,” you tell him, showing him how to roll your nipples between thumb and finger the way you like—firm enough to send sparks down your spine, not so rough it hurts. “Not too hard. Just… yeah. Just like that. You’re doing so good Kashi.”
Kakashi’s breath stutters. He follows your instructions with almost painful concentration, watching your face for every tiny reaction. When you moan softly he looks wrecked by it, hips giving an involuntary little thrust up against you. His cock jumps against the wet heat of your cunt through the layers still between you.
You slide down his body, kissing the pale column of his throat, the hard planes of his chest, the faint scars that map across his skin. He shivers under every press of your mouth, stomach jumping when your lips brush over a particularly sensitive spot just below his ribs. When you finally hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tug them down, his cock springs free—thick, flushed dark at the head, already shiny with precum that beads and slides down the shaft in a slow, glistening trail. It’s bigger than you expected from the shape of it through fabric, heavy and hot in your hand when you wrap your fingers around him. The skin is silky-smooth, the vein along the underside throbbing under your thumb.
Kakashi’s whole body jolts.
“Fuck—”
You stroke him slowly, thumb smearing the wetness over the sensitive head in lazy circles, and he whimpers. Actual, honest-to-god whimpers, high and helpless in the back of his throat. His hands fist in the sheets hard enough to make the fabric stretch. His thighs tense on either side of you.
“You’re so hard for me already,” you coo, voice soft and fond. “Look at you. Leaking all over my hand like you’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”
“Months,” he manages, voice cracking. “I’ve been thinking about—about being inside you for months. Dreaming about it. Waking up hard and having to—having to take care of it myself while thinking about how wet you’d be.”
The admission makes your cunt clench around nothing. You strip the rest of the way quickly, tossing your underwear somewhere behind you, and crawl back up until you’re straddling his thighs again. His cock rests hot and heavy against your lower belly, leaving a sticky trail of precum across your skin. You take his hand and guide it between your legs, letting him feel how wet you already are—slick and swollen, the folds parting easily under his fingers.
His fingers slip through the mess and his eye goes huge.
“You’re—god, you’re soaked.”
“That’s what you do to me,” you tell him. “Now put two fingers in. Slow. Curl them a little once you’re inside.”
He does, clumsy at first, the pads of his fingers sliding over your clit before he finds your entrance. You have to guide him—show him the angle, the depth, the way to press up toward your front wall until you’re rocking down onto his hand with soft, encouraging sounds. When he brushes that spot inside you that makes your thighs shake he freezes, staring up at you like he’s afraid he hurt you.
“Right there baby,” you praise, voice going breathy. “That’s perfect. Keep doing that. Little circles. You’re doing so good for me already. Feel how my cunt squeezes when you hit it just right?”
Kakashi’s cheeks flush darker. He keeps working his fingers carefully, watching your face like it’s the most important mission briefing of his life. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you fill the quiet room. When you finally pull his hand away he’s panting, cock twitching against his stomach with every heartbeat, a fresh bead of precum sliding down the shaft.
You rise up on your knees, reach between your bodies, and wrap your fingers around him again. The head of his cock kisses your entrance, sliding through the wetness gathering there, painting your folds with the mess he’s already making. Kakashi’s hands fly to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise.
“Wait—wait, I—”
“I’ve got you,” you soothe. “Just breathe. I’m going to take you slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
You sink down the first inch and his head tips back against the pillow with a broken sound. The stretch is perfect—thick enough to make you feel every ridge, every pulse of his cock as you ease down further. The head pops past your entrance with a soft, wet sound and Kakashi’s entire body goes rigid. He’s shaking underneath you, thighs tense, stomach jumping with every shallow breath. His eye is squeezed shut, lashes damp.
Halfway down he makes a desperate little noise and his hips jerk up involuntarily, pushing another thick inch into you. You both moan at the same time—the sudden fullness punching a gasp from your throat, the heat of him spreading through you like liquid fire.
“Sorry—sorry, I didn’t mean—”
“It’s okay,” you whisper, settling more of your weight onto him until he’s fully sheathed, your cunt stretched tight around the base of him. You can feel the way his cock throbs inside you, the way the head presses deep against your cervix. “You’re so deep. Feel that? So sweet for me.”
Kakashi’s eye is glassy when he forces it open, lashes damp. He’s biting his lower lip so hard it’s gone white. A single tear slips from the corner of his eye and tracks down into his hair.
“You’re so warm,” he chokes out. “And wet—fuck, you’re so wet around me I can barely—I can barely think. It’s—it’s so tight. Like you’re squeezing me on purpose.”
You lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth, rocking your hips in the tiniest circle so he can feel the way your walls flutter around him. The movement makes him whimper again, high and sweet.
“You feel perfect,” you tell him. “So big and hard for me. You’re doing so well already. Just stay still for a second. Let me get used to you.”
He nods frantically, chest heaving. You stay like that for a long moment, letting him adjust to the overwhelming heat and pressure of being buried inside you for the first time. His cock keeps twitching, little involuntary pulses that send sparks of pleasure through you every time. You can feel how close he already is—the way his balls are drawn up tight against your ass, the way his breathing has gone shallow and desperate.
“Don’t come yet,” you murmur against his mouth. “I know it feels good. I know you’re close already. But I want you to fuck me first. Can you do that for me? Can you hold it?”
A shaky nod. “I’ll try. I’ll—fuck, I’ll try so hard.”
You rise up until only the head of him is left inside, the thick ridge catching on your rim, then sink back down slow. Kakashi’s hands tighten on your hips like he’s drowning. You set a careful rhythm—up and down, letting him feel every inch of the drag, every time your cunt squeezes around the thickest part of him on the way down. The wet sound of it is obscene in the quiet room.
“That’s it,” you praise. “Just like that. Nice and slow. You’re filling me up so good. Feel how my cunt takes every inch of you?”
His eye is half-lidded, unfocused, mouth open on soft, punched-out sounds every time you take him to the hilt. When you lean forward and brace your hands on his chest, changing the angle so he rubs against that perfect spot inside you with every downward slide, his whole body arches.
“Oh—oh fuck—”
“You like that?” you coo. “Feeling how wet I get when you’re this deep? How my walls flutter around your cock every time you hit that spot?”
“Yes—god, yes—please don’t stop—”
You pick up the pace just a little, rolling your hips so the head of his cock kisses your cervix on every thrust. Kakashi is falling apart beneath you—whimpering, trembling, the sharingan’s cloth shifting as he turns his face into the pillow like he can hide from how good it feels. His hands keep flexing on your hips, like he wants to pull you down harder but is too afraid of hurting you.
“Look at me,” you tell him softly.
He does, eye wet and dark and so overwhelmed it makes your chest ache. Tears are clinging to his lashes. His lower lip is red and bitten.
“You’re fucking me so well,” you praise, voice going low and filthy. “Your cock is so thick inside me. I can feel every pulse. You’re trying so hard not to come, aren’t you? Being so good for me. Holding it because I asked you to.”
“Trying—” he gasps. “It’s—you’re so tight I can’t—I can’t think about anything else. Just how warm and wet you are. How perfect you feel around me.”
You reach down between your bodies and find your clit, rubbing slow circles while you keep riding him. The dual sensation makes your thighs shake. Kakashi watches your hand with something close to reverence, hips starting to stutter up to meet you despite his best efforts to stay still. Every time he thrusts up he lets out a broken little sound, like the friction is almost too much.
“That’s okay,” you soothe. “You can move. Fuck up into me. I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Use your hips—short thrusts at first. Not too deep yet.”
Permission is all he needs.
His hands tighten and he thrusts up hard, burying himself to the root with a broken moan. The sudden depth makes you cry out, pleasure sparking bright behind your eyes. Kakashi freezes, terrified he hurt you, but you shake your head and rock down to meet him.
“Again. Just like that. Harder this time. I want to feel you.”
He obeys.
The next thrust is deeper, the one after that faster. You guide him with soft words and the roll of your hips—telling him when to slow down (“Easy, baby, not so fast—feel how I squeeze when you go slow?”), when to snap his hips up sharper (“There—right there—keep hitting that angle”), when to grind deep and stay there so you can feel the thick base of him stretching you open (“Stay deep. Roll your hips. Make me feel every inch”). Every time you praise him—“so good, just like that, you’re fucking me so perfectly, such a good boy for me”—he makes these wrecked little sounds like the words alone are enough to push him over the edge.
Sweat gathers at his temples and slides down his neck. His abs flex with every upward thrust. The wet sound of your cunt taking him over and over fills the quiet room, filthy and perfect—slick and rhythmic, interrupted only by his soft whimpers and your soft, guiding voice. You can feel how close he is in the way his cock keeps twitching harder inside you, the way his rhythm is starting to falter.
“I’m close,” he warns, voice cracking. “I’m so close—please—I can’t hold it much longer—”
“Not yet,” you murmur, even as your own orgasm starts building low and tight in your belly. “Hold it for me. Just a little longer. I want to come on your cock first. Keep fucking me just like this. Nice and deep. Don’t you dare come until I say.”
Kakashi nods frantically, eye squeezed shut, jaw clenched so hard the muscle jumps. He’s shaking with the effort of holding back, cock throbbing inside you with every pulse of his heartbeat. You grind down harder, circling your clit faster, using him exactly the way you need—taking him deep on every downward slide, letting the head of him kiss your cervix and then rising up just enough to make him feel the tight drag of your walls. The pressure builds and builds until you’re trembling above him.
“You’re doing so well,” you gasp. “Taking me so deep. Filling me up. You’re going to make me come—just like that—don’t stop—”
The orgasm hits hard, your cunt clamping down around him in rhythmic waves. Kakashi cries out like he’s been stabbed, hips jerking up helplessly as your walls milk him. You ride it out, moaning his name, grinding down through every pulse of pleasure while he whimpers and shakes and somehow—somehow—manages not to come. The effort of holding back is written all over his face: the furrowed brow, the bitten lip, the tears slipping free from the corners of his eye.
The second the last tremor fades you lean down and kiss him messy and open-mouthed, tasting the salt of those tears.
“Come for me,” you whisper against his lips. “Fill me up. You’ve been so good—you can come now baby.”
He breaks with a shattered sound, burying himself to the hilt as he spills inside you in long, hot pulses. His whole body locks up, thighs trembling, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks that will last for days. You feel every spurt—the way his cock twitches and jumps as he empties himself as deep as he can go, the thick heat of his cum flooding you until it starts to leak out around the base of him with every tiny aftershock. He’s still whimpering through it, soft and overwhelmed, forehead pressed to yours while he rides the waves, hips giving these tiny, helpless little thrusts like he can’t stop trying to get deeper even as he’s already finished.
When it’s finally over he collapses back against the pillows like someone cut his strings. You stay seated on him, feeling the slow trickle of his cum starting to leak out around the base of his softening cock, the wet mess of it sliding down your thighs. His chest is heaving. The single visible eye is wet at the corners, lashes clumped together. He looks ruined in the best possible way—flushed, dazed, completely fucked-out.
You stroke silver hair back from his face and kiss the tip of his nose, then the damp corner of his eye, then his soft, swollen mouth.
“You did so good,” you tell him softly. “My perfect boy. Took me so well for your first time. Filled me up so nicely. I’m so proud of you.”
Kakashi makes a weak, embarrassed sound and turns his face into your palm, but he’s smiling—small and dazed and so, so sweet. His cock gives one last weak twitch inside you at the praise.
“Can we… do that again?” he asks after a long minute, voice still rough and raw. “Not right now, but… soon? I want to learn how to make you come more than once. I want to get better at it.”
You laugh quietly and sink down to lie against his chest, feeling the way his arms come up to hold you carefully, like you’re something precious. His heartbeat is still racing under your ear. The rain continues soft against the windows.
“As many times as you want,” you promise, pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “I’ll teach you everything. Every single thing. And you’re going to be so good at it.”