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Tags: pre-established relationship, angst&comfort, fluff, 1.7 k words
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Scenario: A series of events made Megumiās day as bad as possible. In short, he made you cry and didnāt know what to do with himself.
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āFuck!ā Megumi swore under his breath when his phone was turned to pieces, falling from his pocket after a swift kick of his leg, a landing one to the last cursed spirit in the abandoned hospital building.
He felt dirty, all sweaty and covered in cursed blood, splashed even across his face. And he couldnāt fucking wait to come back. To see you.
Megumi realized he couldnāt text you now.
Itās fine. Heāll hurry the fuck up. Despite the drive home and filling out the mission report afterwards, which would probably make him late to the Jujutsu dorms, he would come.
What Megumi didnāt know was the hell your mind had been going through for quite a while, not just because of his current mission.
Youāre not a fool. You know how Megumi is. You wouldnāt want anyone else but him, either.
Yet, you canāt help but feel an agitated, insecure feeling deep inside your heart.
Yeah, he checks on you, especially when you are on a mission. He makes sure to plan a date or two when both of your free time isnāt so tight. He opened up to you about his past. He doesnāt shower you with compliments or affection all the time. He has a habit of scolding you for not taking care of yourself enough to show his care. But... you canāt help but feel that Megumi may not really be in love with you. Sure, love can be shown in many ways, and the wordās standard definition isnāt a point of reference for you.
Still, Megumi never lost his composure over the way he feels about you.
Of course, you were friends before. You saw how he is with his friends, how his self-sacrificing tendencies are always on the line whenever thereās no other way in the moment.
But would he ever be heartbroken if you broke up?
Does he love you at all? Like you love him?
Youāre not sure. You never told him what you felt either, for so long. Youāre sure he knows. But you didnāt want him to feel any pressure to say it back. It was wrong. You know it. You shouldnāt stop yourself from expressing your love.
Your sadness, stress, and anxiety stemmed from Megumi not texting you today. It was a first he didnāt do it. And it quickly turned to anger when you called Gojo and heard he was fine since he had checked out of the hotel he stayed in.
Now, it was late at night, and not a soul could be heard along the Jujutsu corridor. So, when Megumi knocked, it was pathetic how you almost jumped on the bed, groaning at yourself for being scared by just that.
You dragged your feet toward the door, exhaustion plastered across your face. Your red, swollen eyes betrayed the hours you had wasted crying. Your heart pounded in your chest because, at the same time you believed there was no other person who could be here thank him, you couldnāt believe it would be your boyfriend. Megumi, late at night? Knocking at your dorm room door? Yeah, sure.
His ice-blue eyes found you in a second when you opened the door steadily, discreet not to wake someone.
āHey.ā
Megumi almost sighed in relief at the sight of you. Hell, he was finally back.
Although, Megumi didnāt miss the unfamiliar glint in your eyes as they lingered on him. You greeted him with a slight nod, making space for him to come inside.
He expected you to at least hug him. Megumi even craved your embrace.
āTea?ā
He raised an eyebrow as you left his side, turning toward the small open kitchen. What the fuck is happening? A heavy, constricting dread settled in his lungs. Arenāt you glad to see him like he is?
Megumi didnāt reply. He just followed behind you as he watched you move around. He saw how your hands trembled around one of the two cups. His cup had been in your dorm for a long time, distinguished by the two small dogs you had painted to resemble his shikigami.
āDid something happen while I was away?ā
āNo.ā You replied short, adding quickly. āTea?ā You looked over your shoulder, forcing a smile he didnāt like at all. He felt more on alert than he had during the fight earlier today.
āDonāt lie.ā
Your cup was placed a bit harshly against the wooden table, followed by his, which you managed to set down more slowly before you passed by him, irritated by the lack of you persevering your own composure. You headed to the couch and Megumi almost think you run from him. He sat down hesitantly, a distance between the two of youāthe same distance you both felt inside your hearts.
He thinks itās the first time the silence he usually feels comfortable with around you has been excruciating. Until you broke it.
āMegumi, what do you really feel for me?ā
āWhat?ā You glanced at him before you averted your gaze toward the small window, where the moonlight was the only source of light in the room. Megumi didnāt like where this was going. He already felt irritated. āWhatās that question for? Weāre together, arenāt we?ā
You made sure to show your displeasure with the glare you sent him, subtly saying: Not the time for a passive-aggressive tone.
It was the last thing Megumi would have thought would happen tonight. He felt the urge to leave. He was tired.
āIt doesnāt feel like it.ā
Oh. Yeah, he would fucking leave.
He stood up from the couch, already making up his mind that the last thing he wanted to remember was how he shouldnāt have even allowed himself to be in a relationship. He was not made for it, apparently.
āIs it such a pain for you to speak with me?ā Megumi flinched at the tone. At the trembling tone. He slowly turned around toward the couch. Are you... crying? He wasnāt sure he had ever heard you cry. āThat... that you want to leave already?ā
You felt so embarrassed. Your eyes burned again, blurring your vision as you could still see the shocked expression on your boyfriendās face while he searched every inch of it to make sure what was happening was real. You already felt resigned that he would leave, wrapping your arms around yourself as some sort of warmth for your shivering soul.
When you felt him sit back down, you were the one surprised as you lifted your gaze from the floor to look at him.
āNo. ItāsāYou reminded me why I shouldnāt have done this.ā
Megumi glanced in another direction when he could see a tear on your cheek. His hands trembled at his sides because of the torturous sight.
āWhy? Because I was afraid of how your mission would go? That I missed you and Iām not sure you... you did? When you even stopped texting me?ā
Megumiās head turned sharply. Goddammit. He was such an asshole. He had completely forgotten to tell you what had happened when he came inside your dorm since he had been taken aback by your reaction. He inched closer to you uncontrollably, stopping himself right away so he wouldnāt make you feel uncomfortable.
āNo. I... My phone broke.ā You blinked through the tears, and you were sure your breath stopped. āFuck. Iām sorry.ā Megumiās eyes held nothing but an apologetic look, matching his words. āThatās why I came straight here. I just arrived.ā He exhaled hard, dragging a hand over his face. āIām an idiot.ā
āSo it wasnāt intentional?ā
He looked back at you, seeing how your tears didnāt stop falling and how your voice had become so small. He hates what is happening. He fucking despised it.
Fuck it. Megumiās hand lifted, testing the waters as you didnāt move an inch, following his movements until his thumb brushed your cheek, wiping your tears away.
āā¦Donāt cry.ā
But you couldnāt. You felt so relieved, yet still vulnerable, still hurt by what you had thought.
āCan you...ā
Megumi didnāt lose any time, instantly knowing what you meant as he leaned over, towering above you until his arm came around you, hugging you tightly. His other arm came behind your head, his hand pressing you against his chest.
āShh. Pleaseā¦stop.ā
You nodded, yet it took you a few moments to calm your breathing. You heard his own heart pounded violently, and that alone gave you courage.
āMegumi.ā
āHm?ā Megumi brushed your hair, replying to your muffled voice.
āI love you, Megumi. Iāve loved you forā¦some time.ā
Megumiās eyes were wide open at the sudden confession, his muscles tensing as his hand stopped moving. You bit your lip in distress, slipping out of his arms to look at him, feeling like you could die at any moment from how afraid you were.
You didnāt expect to see the way Megumiās eyes glinted softly.
You asked, confused, as he leaned over you until your back hit the couch.
āMegumi?ā
Your mouth was parted in surprise. His hand came up to touch your face, his eyes following the gentle gesture, lingering on every inch of your skin. You werenāt sure what to do with yourself. And when Megumi leaned in, you closed your eyes, but it didnāt happen the way you thought it would. Megumiās lips pressed a soft yet firm kiss to your cheek. His hand cupped it then as his next kiss landed on the other one. Then your closed eyes, then your forehead, your noseāeverywhere except your lips.
You felt like crying again for a whole different reason. His touch was so intimate, so loving, that it made your ears ring, your throat sore. It was as if he had shown every feeling, every thought he truly had about you. You couldnāt help but smile at his short, gentle kisses.
When you opened your eyes, your chest clenched at his sad expression.
āIāve wronged you so many times...ā
Canāt say he isnāt right.
Your hand came to rest behind his neck, playing with his spiky dark hair as you glanced down at his lips before lifting your head, and he met you reluctantly, feeling your soft lips against his. Megumi let you guide it, not aure if he deserved it before he exhaled through his nose, deepening the kiss to show you that he had indeed missed you too.
He pulled away, not because he wanted to, but because he didnāt want to communicate this late too. Megumi rested his forehead against yours as he looked at you, forcing himself to maintain eye contact despite how vulnerable he felt expressing himself so openly.
āI love you too.ā
Only then did he kiss you again.
A/N: I think itās interesting to write Megumi. One time I want to write some fluff with him and then I want something more toxic like this one in my drafts. Hope youāll like it tho. š„¹ If someone wants to be tagged, tell me. š«¶š½
Hello, I really love your stories. As you can see and maybe guess, I'm an Itachi girlie through and throughš
Can you please make a story on how he'll deal with a pregnant wife's pregnancy cravings like at 3 am and it's all ridiculous or out of this world combinations. Thanks? Love lotsš
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Hii! Weird question maybe⦠but you donāt have a suckerās punch by archiveofzon downloaded by any chance? I meant to read it again because itās my absolute fav and just saw that it got removed. š„ŗ
Hello š«¶š½
Recently I reviewed that post with Megumi fics recommendations and I wanted to go finish it. Thenā¦. I also saw it was removed! Iām not sure if I should ask author for a copy or try to connect somehow because I donāt to bother them. Iām not sure why they deleted it, but I hope it wasnāt because they felt insecure or somethingš
ą¼ Tags: pre-relationship, avoidant-attachment style, friends to lovers, explicit sexual content (18+), sex pollen trope, dubcon because of that, multiple sex positions, oral sex (both receiving), squirt, aftercare.
ą¼ Pairing: Kakashi x Reader
Summary: Techniques that emit pollen to knock enemies unconscious are not so rare. Still, it was uncommonāalmost unheard ofāto come face to face with another type of it during an ANBU mission assigned to both of you. Sexy no Jutsu was less damaging in this case; it didnāt force a bond that shouldnāt have existed in the first place. Or should it have?
ą¼ A/N: It didnāt passed much time since Kakashi invaded my mind again *ā* I was inspired by @teachlover for this trope since she also wrote for Yamato! Today's lesson: Plants.šŗ
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āHow long until we get there?!"
You exhaled irritably. Your face twisted into a frown as you tilted your head, shoving aside a massive leaf because the man in front of you couldnāt be bothered to hold it back. What was it called again? Giant Knotweed? You vaguely remembered because the name sounded strange enough to stick.
You retain odd things for some reason. Though insufficient, maybe it wouldāve helped to know more about plants, considering you were surrounded by a savage forest.
This megaherb or whatever it is grows along forest edges, where you are right now ā this forest, more specifically. You were already deep in the mountains surrounding Konoha. Well, near Konoha. The Forest of Death. Sounds creepy, right? It isnāt. After all, the Chunin Exams took place here. How scared could a child possibly get?
Alright, a highly dangerous circular forest ringed by a metallic fence that is known to be inhabited by massive predatory creatures doesnāt exactly inspire confidence. Thinking about it more carefully, Konohaās leadership might be slightly masochistic.
Kakashi glanced over his shoulder, his tone neutral.
āAlready complaining?"
You rolled your eyes. Asshole.
It was colder than it should have been for autumn. The perfect season for the short, delicate purple perennials that bloom around this time. There were dozens of them, but none seemed dangerous. Neither you nor Kakashi noticed the creamy-yellow pollen bursting from them, leaving a heavily scented trail behind the path you had just walked.
Soon enough, you felt as if something had widened your blood vessels, improving blood flow. The rush came out of nowhere, and it had nothing to do with chakra. Maybe your body was adjusting to the forestās conditions?
Your nose scrunched, your steps feeling heavier.
āSomethingās wrong.ā
āHm? Based on what exactly?ā
āOn my intuition.ā You could hear his skeptical thoughts. āI swear. Itās... Forget it. Can you just trust me?ā
āOf course. Whatās the purpose without trust between shinobi?ā
āFuck youā¦ā Your words faded as something else caught your attention.
The yÅkai tree that looked like an ordinary tree made you step closer to it, hands on your knees as you leaned toward it.
āWow, this actually looks cool.ā
Kakashi grabbed your arm sharply at the same moment the plant moved slowly toward you, slowly as if it were hiding its urgency.
You glared at him as he dragged you along behind him. Kakashi looked completely unfazed as he spoke, his hand leaving your skin.
āIf you want to be drained of blood, Iāll let you go.ā
āWhat are you talking about?ā
āVampiric tree. Itās said to bleed like a living creature. They usually grow on former battlefields.ā
You raised an eyebrow as you followed him, murmuring to yourself.
āAnd why are they here?ā
Kakashi shrugged. He looked around the vast wilderness. The unnatural layers of canopy blocked out most of the sunlight, casting the forest floor into a permanent, gloomy shadow.
The undergrowth was incredibly dense, making navigation difficult and concealing potential threats. He spoke while trying to choose the most reliable path.
āThatās why your intuition tells you somethingās wrong?ā
You shook your head. His teasing tone irritated you enough to maintain your annoyed expression.
You looked ahead before him, analyzing the path he had chosen as both of you lowered your heads beneath the massive plants, until you spotted one you recognized from its characteristics. A Keyaki? A deciduous tree native to Japan, with a vase-shaped crown and intensely serrated leaves. In a forest like this, you werenāt sure it was much different from barbed wire if it made impact with little skin.
āKakashi.ā
He slowed his pace until you moved in front of him, cutting away the serrated leaves with the kunai that was rested next to your knees, before they could brush against his body. When you turned to glance up at him, Kakashiās eyes lingered across your face.
āMove away. It has thorns. Donāt touch it.ā
He held your gaze for a second, and it left you dizzy, momentarily unaware of where you were until you turned around and continued walking ahead of him. Kakashi murmured something in response, but you ignored it.
āMhm. Thank you.ā
At least he isnāt Mr. Perfect, you thought.
Still, your focus wasnāt hereānot on him, not even on yourself. It felt as though it had drifted somewhere else entirely. Something was happening, but what? Was this how you felt as a child during those exams? No, this was completely different. This was unexplored territory.
You glanced up, jumping onto a tree as you followed Kakashi, barely looking back at whatever little creature had just let out a growl, hidden closer to both of you. You didnāt want to know.
You werenāt far from the other side. Shouldnāt the destination be closer?
In fact, the problem was that you were only in the middle of the forest.
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Being an ANBU member was not as validating as it seemed, despite being handpicked by the village head, chosen for your individual capabilities and specialized kills. There were apparently no true ranks within the ANBU either, only divisions. Kakashi's and yours was Team Ro. Well, before that, the two of you had a brief stint in Rootāthe worse one. You suspected that's why you were assigned to this mission specifically. Having served in both worlds, the mission didn't seem too dangerous, nor too easy.
The decision to remain in ANBU was because it was an elite tactical squad operating under the direct command of the Hokage. Not because you liked the Hokage or anything. You couldn't stand him. Still, after Orochimaru's infiltration during the Chunin Exams, no one wanted to let all of it go to waste without reinforcing the village's safety. That's why both of you needed to find one of his hideouts, to gather more intel. Once inside this massive forest spanning a 10-kilometer radius, Orochimaru had shed his disguise, blended into the dense, perilous wilderness, and infiltrated the kids' exam. One of them was now literally cursed because of it.
Another reason you remained on this team was because Kakashi was its captain. Annoying as it sounded to admit out loud, he was a good ninja with far more experience in the shinobi world. Respectable, right? Yet, Kakashi managed to get under your skin in more ways than one. First, every time he spoke, he manages to always irritated you somehow. And the other... you weren't particularly proud of. To admit something like this? You will probably need a very hard drug to do it so.
Coming back, you knew you should head northwest of Konoha. That was where other comrades had found traces suggesting one of Orochimaru's hideouts might be located, roughly 300 to 500 kilometers away, approximately a two-to-three-day journey on foot for a standard shinobi, somewhere near his possible base in the Land of Grass.
As you tried to gather your thoughts, mapping the route and sensing your geographical position, you could feel your mind blurring, barely finishing a sentence, let alone formulating a plan. What the hell is happening? Should you take break? Since when do you need a break? For what? Walking 1 day and a half? Impossible. It was more concering when the shadow that just appeared before you was noticed only as it passed by, not beforehand as it should have been. You watched the next movements as though time had slowed, seeing a hand place an explosive tag on a tree. Kakashi had disappeared long ago, and youā¦only now, you reacted.
You exhaled, trying to regain some semblance of control, hands pressed against the ground, one knee striking the earth. Your reflexes still responded, tilting your head instantly onceāa shuriken flew past. Twiceāthe second shuriken followed as you vanished from the spot again. How many they are?
From his concealed position, Kakashi analyzed the situation, counting five shadows so far. They wore dark robes, their faces hidden beneath hoods that obscured nearly everything. Five? Wasn't the Sound Five team eliminated during the Chunin Exams? Or were they Orochimaru's clones, meant to throw you into confusion? More importantly, where were you? He hadn't sensed your chakra nearby the way he had expected after the surprise attack.
Kakashi was certain they were getting closer to the source, that they were on the right trail. Otherwise, this ambush wouldn't exist. He quickly glanced toward the sudden noise, tracking the movements around him until he saw the scene unfolding before himāor rather, beneath him, since he was perched in a tree.
Two shadows farther back. One shadow closer, on the adjacent branch, moving toward you horizontally. Two more on another parallel branch.
The shock Kakashi felt came when, unexpectedly, one of the figures in the rear hurled a sickle, splintering the hardwood so violently that the branch cracked nearly in half. The chain attached to it wrapped around the branch above you, enough to throw you off balance. One of the shadows bend enough for your leg to be touched by a kunai, but you retreat. He watched as your handsāalmost as if they were trembling, because otherwise he couldn't explain itāmoved far too slowly for a shinobi toward the twin chakra-infused sickles secured in the straps across your back. By the time your hands reached behind your head and your fingers curled around them, it was already too late. His Sharingan did not lie.
The shadows nearly collided. One second they were attacking you, the next you had vanished completely, one of the figures forcing the already unstable branch until it plunged into the void below.
Kakashi looked down at you, noticing your dilated pupils, probably from the adrenaline. He couldn't say anything yet. No. They needed to leave. He didn't know if he could take all of them down without knowing what they were capable of, and with you in this condition, the risk was far too great. Kakashi couldn't ignore the unexplicable fear he felt when you saw you there. Not even know, when he glance at you once in a while as your face was hidden in his chest for a reason he doesn't understand.
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Itās bad. Itās really bad.
Kakashi jumped over the furthest three he found, loosening his grip around you when one of your legs hit the massive branch. You pressed one hand against the wood, bending your body slightly as you tried to catch your breath.
āHow is it possible you didnāt deflect that?ā
You could only manage a small scowl, too disturbed for anything else. Your ears started ringing like the whole forest was infected with a whistle genjutsu, carrying disturbing high-frequency notes meant to disorient the enemyās senses. Or just a really bad bird song.
āShut upāā
You hissed at the sudden uneasy feeling in your body, scrunching your eyebrows as you bent down, hair falling toward the distant ground that promised a completely unwelcome fall from this height. Just a fleeting movement and Kakashiās hand found your arm again, stabilizing you in a second. Something was wrong. With you.
āWhatās happening?ā
At the lack of an answer, only the sound of your heavy breathing, Kakashi guided your arm over his shoulder as his own came behind your body, supporting your back as he took you down with him, jumping on the ground. He placed you down as gently as he could, but he felt the way you had gripped his clothes until now, your form now resting against the enormous tree.
āAre you hurt?ā He looked over the small cut from the kunai, staining your training pants with blood. āHere?ā
Itās really just a scratch. The tension in your shoulder muscles was more painful from the hit you had taken. But Kakashi had already ripped the fabric of your pants, his hand moving swiftly to locate the medical kit in his pack until his fingers found it.
Your eyes widened when his mask was lowered to his chin, his teeth tearing through the bandage and pulling off a long stripāenough to wrap around the wound one, two, tree more times ā after he poured disinfectant over it. His fingers were warm as they brushed against your bare leg. He inspected the injury while you gasped at his touch, and he glanced at you, assuming it was because of theāpain?
āKakashi, stopāItās notāā
Kakashi pressed the back of his palm against your forehead, feeling the elevated heat of your skin.
He had never seen you like this. Kakashi had witnessed your wounded expression only once before, during an ANBU mission at the very beginning, and it had been nothing like this.
āWhat is it? Was their weapon poisoned?ā
No, for fuckās sake! You had felt this sensation simmering inside you even before the ambush, but your tongue refused to cooperate long enough to form coherent words. Your only focus was to breathe and breatheā
āNo!ā
āBut what?ā
āHell, itās so fucking embarrassing.ā
He was so close that it made your heart pound wildly.
āWhat? What is it embarrassing? You need to tell me."
You moved away as much as possible, which was hardly at all. Your head resting against the tree trunk, your hands disturbing the earth beneath you from where you sat.
"Iām fucking⦠Iām fucking aroused, Kakashi! Okay? God, I wanna die. From all the goddamn thingsāto be here withā¦no, fuck!ā
Kakashiās hands stopped in an instant; his whole body froze as you continued rambling. You swipe the sweat over your face, leaning more on the three behind you, your body twitching against the ground.
āItās like I took 3 bottles of aphrodisiac. Itās similar! I tried before, okay? Iām sure it isāā
You hissed as your thighs suffocated the heat between your legs, where the problem is. His shocked expression makes you feel he is taken aback, mostly disgusted by the way your mind is fragile. Unaware that Kakashi was indeed taken aback because it was the last thing he expected to hear from your mouth.
This is not good. He shouldnāt be here. No, you shouldnāt be here in the middle of the forest. Kakashi glanced around; the Copy Ninja seemed like he was going to pieces. Never thought about you like this. He never speaks with you about things like this. Yes, he heard you talk vaguely over a glass or two of sake about some hook-up with some jÅnin from other villages with different rank names he doesn't remember now. Rating the experience, complaining, or praising based on their skills orābut it wasnāt his business. Not his place to talk about his own personal experiences and indulge in a conversation.
Still, he is also a liar.
He was younger that time, struggling with hormones a person could have, feeling guilty enough to have such a depraved thought about his comrade, no matter the gender. But he shut down that door inside his head pretty fast, not indulging in any filthy fantasies, repriming his urges in general, especially towards you.
His attention comes back to you, aware again and aware of your lack of air.
āWe might not be the closest, but I trust you, okay?ā Whatā āI trust you enough to not die here so pathetically from this fucking jutsuāor what the hell is this! I need toāFuck!ā
His eyes widen when you start putting your shirt over your head while his own turn so quickly in shame.
ā[Name]āā He looked around, feeling so stuck his own heart was leaping so hard.
āI really need to do somethingāplease, leave me alone for a second. I don'tā"
"No," Kakashi wet his lips. You shouldnāt be alone here. āYou shouldnāt be alone. Itās dangerous andāā
āKakashi, I need to touch myself like right now. Canāt you understand?ā
His own breath was enough when his own mind betrayed him.
āDo you want me to help you with that?"
Am I hearing things?
āW-What? Whyā¦why should I let you? It's clear you feel disgusted, and Iāll never forceā"
āIām not. Iām not disgusted.ā Heās not at all. You donāt know what youāre talking about. Thatās not the problem. āWe need to resolve this fast, to get out away from this.ā But youāre not conscious of consenting to such things, and he feels so damn guilty. āIāll stay here. Iām not going to lookāā
āAre you insane? I could everāOh! Fucking hellāI will, fuckāā
Kakashi's eyes lingered on the way your own hands try to give some sort of comfort by letting faint touches fall on your body. He catches himself, glancing back at you.
"Can you help me do a barrier ninjutsu?"
You tried to understand the meaning behind his inquiry, but all you could feel was fear. You swallowed harshly when Kakashi's hands grabbed yours, trying to ground you more in the present as his dark greyĀ eyes messed with your mind.
"Whatā¦what are you saying?"
"Focus on me, please. We need to limit access here. Now."
More specifically, the seal will manipulate a specific point of space. The realization freaked you out even more.
"To trap me in a void here? With you? Noā"
Kakashi let out a deep breath.
"[Name], trust me. Please."
The invisible sphere that seals away any opening has the possibility of being destroyed; however, doing so would require a tremendous amount of effort.
Kakashi moved your elbows into the position of starting basic hand seals as a first step.
"You remembered, right? What I showed you?"
You eventually nodded, listening to him. As both of you complete the hand signs, you struggle to channel a steady stream of chakra to your hands and touch the group. Kakashi put his hand over yours, transferring his chakra outwards, weaving an invisible barrier mesh across the perimeter of the area. He made a final hand sign, a mental command to seal the deal. The problem is, your chakra is already destabilized, and it will clear very quickly, so that remains for Kakashi to use almost all this chakra to maintain both of you here, as he was more plausible to remain conscious to concentrate.
āF-Fucking hell.ā You start unzipping your pants, hands trembling in need.
ā[Name],ā Kakashi moistened his lips, catching only a glimpse of your panties. āBreathe. Iāll turn around.ā
You struggled to let out a laugh, not a hint of amusement in it. Your hand comes right between your thighs, struggling against the tight little space, not patient enough to undress yourself completely.
You hissed at the first touch with your pulsating clit, not even teasing with light touches, circling around but pressing to feel more, your arousal already soaking a big spot on your underwear. Hell, they are not even your best panties. You spread your folds before trying to focus on a satisfactory rhythm, but it was so torturousāyour blood burning and pumping in your veins, feeling jittery all over your body. Your foot pressing into the ground harshly, seeing your own legs with a diplopic vision.
Your half-lidded eyes were open, seeing Kakashiās back as you glance down at the pumping veins on his arms, hands ā placed on the ground, hidden under thatĀ fuckingĀ attractive black blouse he usually wears in missions, tightening against his toned body.
He tried to literally ground himself, almost like he couldāve let him gather a high concentration of his lightning chakra, breaking the ground under him. The squelching sounds of your pussy drive Kakashi mad, feeling like an intruder, like he shouldnāt be here. His eyes closed as he heard your moans, blaming the universe for not even having the possibility to use Kamui since his chakra is needed here.
You cursed under your breath, letting your hand from between your legs fall to the side, mirroring the other one as you breathed out agonizingly.
āTurn around.ā
He flinched, his head shifting imperceptibly.
āPlease, Kakashi. H-Help me.ā
Kakashi took his time, looking in front of him before slowly, torturously turning around. Your eyes eat him alive, forcing him to look at you and see how dishevelled you are right now, with your top long gone and your breasts straining to slip off that bra, luring one to bite the skin above, to suck it, to worship it. He sizes you up, but how couldnāt he? When do you look so devilishly beautiful?
āWill you f-fucking help me?ā
Your hand comes around your breast, squeezing it for any form of relief as he follows the motion before he drags himself closer to you.
ā[Name], thereās no going back fromā¦this.ā He let you take his hand to come touch your breast, placing your own on top of his. āI only want you to feel good.ā
He swallowed hard at your taunting tone. āYeah?ā He palmed your breast slowly, his mouth parted as he watched how you let out sweet notes of pleasure. āThen make me feel good, Kakashi.ā You lifted as much as you could to be closer to him, looking up at him as your eyes fell on his lips and then on his cautious eyes. āKiss me.ā
Fuck. He couldnāt even speak or even try to stop you when his brain was intoxicating enough to lower his head at the same time you move, feeling your soft, dry lips against his for the first time.
Kakashiās knees dragged against the ground as he draw closer, inclining his body to tower over you. One hand squeezed your breast, the other coming behind your head, deepening the kiss. Your teeth grazed his lower lip before tugging it, and it only made him more aroused, gripping your hair slightly just for you to moan against his swollen lips. He gave you a short glance before kissing you again, feeling your shuttering breath, his tongue slip inside your mouth.Ā
Kakashi kissed you gently, carefully, but it wasnāt gentleness you wanted, not now, not after all this time, and as you knotted your fists in his shirt, you pull him harder against you. He groaned against your mouth, not interrupting for even a second.
Slowly, cautiously, he draws a path over your shivering body, letting his fingers brush against your bra straps, letting them fall over your shoulder. Going further between your breasts, down to your belly, squeezing, caressing the heat of your skin on your waist as your hands come over his shoulders, giving him no chance to breathe.
You whined, biting your own lips as you started panting, no longer capable of kissing back because his hand came to touch your thighs, between them, hovering, and then shortly above your waistline. It was too little space for his liking, but he still felt hesitant to continue.
āShould I take them off?ā
You nodded exasperatedly, your hands coming on both sides of your body, leaning over the three as you saw him taking your pants off, gentle in his movements while he looked up at you. When you part your legs, he felt ashamed for looking shortly after at how soaked you are, at how erotic you look right now, giving him your trust for him to take care of you in such a vulnerable state.
He comes to his previous position, a hand cupping your jaw, and he starts kissing you again when you desperately, insistently search for him. Kakashi was devastated by how you moaned every time he touched you, felt you, or tasted you.
On the other hand, you felt terribly lightheaded, feeling a tingling sensation down your spine while your body was so exhaustingly needy for any relief youāre not sure what could help you, and the way Kakashi kissed you didnāt help either. He didnāt kiss you like it was the first time. He kissed you like heās been waiting for a long time for this exact moment. And you know that was impossible, but how can you explain the way he watched you right now? Like everything you say, directly or not, itās a mental note for him to take care of. Or how his mouth parted, sighing sharply when his fingers came slipping past your waistline, coming to feel the radiant heat against them. The first touches of his fingertips make your hips twitch.
āF-Fuckā¦ā
āFeels good?ā
His moves were fast and quick, knowing thereās no way to torture you by the way you are soaked. You hummed in agreement, eyebrows scrunching, eyes shut off to focus on his touch. You breath out, barely conscious of your words when you looked down at how his hand between your legs, fingers moving in circles around your clit.
āI canāt believe youāre touching me when Iām like this. Why did it happened this wayāā
Your own moan cut you off, eyes opening wide.Ā
āWhy did it happen this way?ā Youāre intoxicated. You donāt know what youāre talking about.
Kakashi put a hand over your hips to immobilise you, knowing you are already closer to orgasm.
āGod, youāre damn annoying. You never looked at me beforeāā
You wanted him to look?
He swallowed down the aggravating feeling in his chest, closing the distance as his face was inches apart, lips brushing.
āShh.ā
āYou donāt believe meāyou think Iām a fucking liarāā
He cupped your cheeks to stop you.Ā
āI believe you.ā He doesnāt. He canāt. āFocus on me, [Name].ā Your breath catches, opening your mouth in an āO.ā. āMhm. Like this. Let go.ā His fingers dragged your orgasm over your clit until your muffled screams against his chest, his head lowering down toward your neck.
Your heavy breath against his sensitive spot, your tight grip against his arm muscle, the scent of your arousal glistening now visible on his finger as he just slowly start slipping in and out of your pussy, testing your entranceāeverything drives Kakashi madder.
āMhmmāā you whimpered, feeling him stretching your insides so fast by how soaked you were that he needed to add another one. āPlease...ā You gasped when he hit that tight, sweet spot, making you involuntary spasm in his embrace, lifting your head until he glanced down to see your fucked-up, but very beautiful gaze.
Kakashi swallowed, his own breathing betrayed him, telling you directly how affected he is. āPut your hands like this.ā His arm comes behind you, taking you closer until your own weak ones come over his shoulders, his head promoted next to your neck, nipping the skin there between your lovely sounds that you gave him.
āFuck, Kakashiāā you moaned as his rhythm turned faster, the end of his palm giving you friction against your clit at every flapping sound made by his deeper, ruthless fingering. āIt feelsā¦I canātāI canāt explain!ā
He licked his lips, breathing out. āTell me.ā He turned his head to whisper against your ear. āTell me how it feels.ā
āI neverā¦Oh, fāā Your eyes roll into your head, feeling a tension in your bones starting to build. His arm gripped yours tighter, his fingers didnāt stop pumping inside. āI feel...like aāp-pressure down there!ā
āMmm. You do?ā
He straightened himself, letting you fall back gradually onto the tree, knees rising slightly as legs parted for him more. His thumb came to add another stimulation over your clit, and his rhythm faltered for a moment when he glanced at you and then at your belly. Kakashi knows what you mean. Yet, it seems you donāt.
āKakashi, w-whatāā
He puts his other hand over your belly, near your waistline, adding a pressure you didnāt know you needed. Or you donāt. You didnāt know what you were feeling, a mix of fear and need for something you didnāt experience; the overwhelming sensations made your head numb, wanting release again as soon as possible. Your name falls from his lips, trying to open your half-lidded eyes to be here with him.
āIāll make you feel good like I promised.ā
When he crunched down, enough for you to understand what he would do, only giving you a quick look, your hands were too late to stop him, instead gripping his hair when Kakashi started eating you out. One of your palms comes to rest over one of his, pressing on your belly. āFuck, fuck, fuckāā
Kakashi pulled back to pant for air, avoiding your gaze to donāt let it stuck with him forever. He grunted and his tongue flicked faster, his forearms flexing as he held your trembling thights down. He licked your pussy with broad, slow strokes first before beginning to devour you once he felt yout clit swlling against his tongue.
With his vigorous, repetitive thrust, his tongue lapping and sucking over your clit, and the added pressure you already felt before all this, your thighs come in an instant around his head, trapping him here as you scream. It felt surreal, like you were high on drugs, and not on the ones you were already on while a colorless, fluid come all over his mouth. You didnāt realize at first, seeing stars behind your eyelids, now shut completely. Only the way he was cleaning you up, lapping all the juices of your squirt and orgasm, made you conscious again, tugging his hair with the faint trail of power you had.Ā
Your hand fell from his hair, your fingers brushing over his face, his cheek, as you were completely perplexed by Kakashi, his mouth, his chināall soaked.Ā
But his eyes, God, his eyes were so fucking entrancing, like the only person in this world that he could desire right now is you. Did you justā¦? Noā¦you never did. But it was the best, intense orgasm you had. Your senses were so clouded, still so clouded, that you felt if he wasnāt here with you from beginning, you wouldnāt know what to do.Ā
His mouth parted when one of your fingers grazed his lips, and you felt your pussy clenching when he swirled his tongue around it, taking your hand to sit still as he sucked now on two of your fingers.Ā
He is so fucking good.Ā
Your eyes glanced slowly, seeing how tight his combat pants were in the middle.
Kakashi sensed the way you feel, like a subtle hint a cat might attack him by the manacing, predatory gaze in her, either because she likes him or because she doesnāt. And right now, itās definitely not the second option.
A jolt of electricity runs down your spine, like your chakra that kept both of you hidden (long gone before your first orgasm) was now only supplied by him when hou over him, knees resting on both sides to sit on his lap. His hands come quickly to rest on your waist.
ā[Name]āā You cupped both of his cheeks, your mouth finding his, shutting him off, barely letting him breathe between your kisses. āHowā¦d-do you feel?ā He hissed when you grind right against his leaking tip, propping his shorts. The fact is, Kakashi felt himself ashamed for indulging so much previously in how beautiful you reacted to him that now he has a bad conscience.Ā
āBetter.ā
āThen we shouldāā
āNow I want to make you feel good.ā
Your tongue slips inside his mouth again, making his terrible life more struggling by how your naked body grinds on him and your other hand comes under his skin to touch everywhere you can. You stopped the kiss, letting others, wet and hot, fall down his neck.
āYou donāt need to. I only want you to feel capable enough toā¦āĀ
Kakashiās words fall off his mouth when you start lowering yourself more and more until you play with his pants, your body bending, ass rising in the air. Hell, thank God you are protected, only seen by him. But the thought itās not not for too long make him more alerted. Kakashi doesnāt have infinite chakra, and he would really need to preserve it. What if the ambush happens again after you both want to leave andā
āBut I want to. Can I?ā He glanced down at you, seeing more clearly your intoxicated gaze and your rushed, desperate movements, like that cursed pollen didnāt even get completely absorbed into your body but to be eliminated. His hips buckled when your fingertips move around his bare waistline, giving him a soft peck here. āCan I, Kakashi?ā
Heās completely done. Youāll definitely hate him, wonāt you? Still, he tried again to stop you.
āIādā¦rather make you feel good.ā
His hand came on your shoulder when you nuzzled your face here, feeling the urge to escape the prison of your seductive spells.
āI want to feel you inside my mouth, please. I need it.ā Kakashiās eyes widen, more aroused by the way you speak and look at him, playing with the edge of his trousers.
He didnāt realize he nodded.Ā
Kakashi didnāt even hear the rustle of the leaves swirling in the wind, his knees scraping the ground, or his pantsā zipper being dragged downāonly an agitating, ringing sound in his ears, his grey eyes totally bewitched by you.
Kakashi groaned at the same time you moaned when you licked the wet spot with his precum imprinted over the shorts, taking his dick in your hand. Heās still surprised he didnāt cum yet after he ate you previously. Kakashi will definitely not forget that image of you getting off his face, letting him swallow every drop. He was too focused on making you release the toxins from your blood, too focused to make you scream. And now? He feels pathetic in your hands. All control vanished from him as he let you free him of his shorts; the faint coldness of the air barely touched his dick before you warmed it up already, swirling your tongue over his tip.
āAhā¦ā
His deep voice was all you could hear and want to hear, and his taste was all you wanted to eat right now, to taste him on your lips as you kiss his dick from the bottom to the top until you couldnāt wait to take him in your mouth.
You hummed inch by inch, letting it still inside your throat to make him weak a little before slipping away. You stroke him as you watch him unravel.
āGod, I wish you were like this instead of me.ā Kakashi closed his eyes, breathing heavily. You whisper before coming to take him in your mouth again. āTo see you more like this.ā
He throbbed in your mouth as you sucked him on and on without stopping, making his hand come to rest on your head and sending vibrations down his veins when you moanā saliva slipped down your chin from the sloppy deepthroat you start to give him. He tugged your hair at the feeling, only spurring you to choke on him again. Making you more lightheaded than you already were.
When Kakashi glances down to make eye contact with you, you come to your senses for a moment by the look he gives you, realizing your position.
āY-Yes? Would you like me to lose composure like that for you?ā
Is he teasing me? He is as aroused as me? No. It might be from my intoxication. It sure is. Damn, you want him so fucking bad. All of him.
You glanced away, focusing on making him cum, but Kakashi didnāt have any intent to do so, trying only to offer you what you wanted with his body, not like he wasnāt feeling extremely pleased by the fact you were just kneeling between his legs with his dick in your mouth. He is despicable, isnāt he?
As he tried to provide you more pleasure, touching your breast, your back, your faceāhis whole body stuck him in place, incapable of doing more when you didnāt relent, sucking the life out of him until he filled your mouth deep enough to make your throat bulge and your wall tightness to grip his tip enough that he was sure he would cum now if he didnāt stop.
ā[Name], pleaseāstop. Iāllāā
He tugged your hair a little, not to hurt, but to try to signal he might cum; his other hand came to cup your face, but Kakashi was completely finished when you glanced up at him one more time before his cum spilled inside your throat, your mouth working to swallow all he gave you.
Kakashiās face was so intimate you felt your chest pumping violently, and not because of the sex. Youāre not sure who was more desperate to lap the otherās cum by the way you clean him off, licking his balls and kissing his dick one more time before you came to kiss him, coming over him.Ā
Kakashi hugs your form, glitching a little when you sit over him by how overwhelmed he is by the way you behave. He can handle you. Of course he can. But you lost precious time to make him cum when he was the one supposed to take care of you. You donāt realize any of this right now, and his guilt only accentuates every time he has a second to breathe.
Not that you let him.
You take his hands to come over your ass, letting him squeeze it, your breast touching his lean chest as you eat each other out. You stopped only to breath against his lips.
āStrip your clothes off.ā
His amused glint was here by how demanding you sounded, yet Kakashi was alsoā¦afraid. Still afraid. You are both naked. In the middle of the forest. His chakra is at his limit. And the next step will literally dig his grave further. But how could he tell you? He let his shirt fall over, and by the way you looked at him, Kakashiās breath rested in his throat for a second by your words.Ā
āYouāre so beautiful.ā
Did you really mean all you told him until now? Since when do you feel about him like this? Or will you react the same with other men in this condition? He feels agitated just by the thought of some asshole having the chance to see you so open.Ā
His bad luck comes from the fact his mask couldnāt save him both times today. You thought you imagined it when you saw his face flustered. But he didnāt when he saw yours. Kakashi comes to hug you again, squeezing your ass before lifting you more over his lower abdomen as his head comes next to yours.
āYouāre more beautiful, believe me.ā He didnāt realize he only riled you by the way his fingers caressed your back. āVery beautiful and alluring.ā Or by the way his hoarse voice whispered praises in your ear.
Kakashi only hoped youād come to your senses until he heard your voice.
āKakashi⦠Please, I need you toā¦ā
He brushed his lips over yours, pleading with his eyes for you to not say it.
āTo what?ā
You kissed him slowly, sensually, nipping his bottom lip between your teeth. You lowered yourself on him, feeling his dick twitch at the movement.
āTo feel me.ā
He looked in another direction, trying to blink away the desire you light inside of him.
āAre you sure? Do you want to...ā
Your hands come over him, your forehead rests against him as you try to make him look at you.
āDonāt make me humiliate myself more, Kakashi. Fuck me, pleaseāā
His eyes widen at your words, feeling the urge to wipe them off with his lips pressing against yours.
ā[Name], youāll hate me ifāā
āIām the one taking advantage!ā
He swallowed, shaking his head, yet his grip tightened on your thighs as you moved slowly.Ā
āYouāre not in your right mindāā
No. This is worse. He looked at your desperate, lustful yet hurt expression and felt a pang in his chest. You lowered your head over his shoulder as you mumbled.
āS-So you donāt want toā¦ā
His hand comes to take your face in his hands, pecking your lips.Ā
āI do.ā He let his lips leave his love marks against your skin, showing his care. āIāll do it.ā
Not even a condom in his useless backpack could be found. Not like he would ever think to bring one in a mission with you. That thought was completely nonexistent before.
Your legs trembled as you felt his hand come under your body, taking his dick as he started sliding his tip between your folds. He circled at your entrance, his eyes only glancing up at you or at your lips. He whispered, not sure where to look first to gather his answer.
āCan I?ā
āYes. Do what you want. Inside me, pleaseāā
His dick started entering you, and Kakashiās lungs had no air left at the feeling, still he focus was on all your faces.Ā
āF-Fuck.ā
Youāre so wet, yet his girth makes you struggle from this position. He grasps you tight, whispering encouraging, sweet nonsense in your ears.
āIām here. Iām here.ā
You whined, breathing hard as you clamped down his dick, feeling your legs tremble little by little. Kakashi felt at the brink of death when he felt your tight walls giving a warmth he was not sure he could resist. Or resist against it.Ā
āPlease, relax. Itās going to hurt if you donātāā
You head rested against his, both foreheads covered with little drops of sweat.
āI donāt care.ā You take him all in in that moment, making your head fall back and him groaning at the addictive feeling. āTake me.ā How could he not respond to that?
He raised his hips, hitting exactly where you want him to. āOh Godāā Your legs burn so sweet as you ride his dick. āY-Yes, yesāLike that.ā His dick feels so good inside you. You tremble in need, filling his ear with your cries. And Kakashi was not better.
āI need more. Baby, p-please.ā
Baby? His heart canāt take too much of this. Kakashiās arm rested high on your back, now his hand come around your neck.
āDonāt move.ā He lowered you on the ground, slipping slowly in the process. He looked over your face, assessing how aware you are.Ā
āKakashi, I swear to Godāā
Thereās no point of stopping now.
āSpread your legs for me. Can you do that?ā
You almost bite your lip, your cheeks flushed instantly as your closed legs now start spreading for Kakashi. He is sure he shouldnāt be allowed to deserve this. Your arms over your chest were quickly set aside by him before one rested on his elbows.
āIām sure youāll hate me.ā
āI canāt hate youāā
He stopped you with his dick coming back inside you, not yet used to the incredible feeling. Kakashi can see you better now, and heās not sure if itās a bad thing or not. For his blood pressure sure is. He starts feeding you more, thrusting inside as he watches you cry for him. You want to feel him forever. Youāre sure. And itās not because of the toxins. You already felt you sweat at least half of it out.
Kakashiās gaze followed how you bite your lip, by how deep he is inside you, tears threaten to fall on your cheeks, and they do when he moves faster, his body so close you almost seem fused together. You felt his warm breath against your face, your lashes fluttering when you felt his lips on your cheeks, kissing the tears away.
āHere?ā
āMhm!ā
His hand comes to find a way between your bodies, letting your skin breathe only for a singular purpose. You nod frantically when he starts grazing your swollen clit, helping you reach closer to your orgasm.
And truly you didnāt need long. Soon enough, air left your lungs at every harsh, deep thrust until he started going faster, nodding frantically at him.
āIām going to cum againā Kakashi, please!ā
He claimed your lips. āDo it. You can do it.ā He whispered against them. āI need you too, sweetheart.ā
āOh GodāMhmmm! You feel so good. So fucking good. Do I feel good for you?ā
āY-Yes.ā Like heaven. āSo good.ā
Youāre so damn talkative. Who wouldāve thought? You want to literally rewind his brain forever?
You came all over his dick, crying against his chest, your orgasm only triggering him way too close to resist the temptation. And when your legs trap him and he realizes thatās really a dangerous zone he will force himself out if necessary. He gripped one of them to lower it down, and you begged against his lips so sweetly.
āBaby, no. Iām on theāā
You could be. Thatās not a problem. Thatās a thing he should speak when youāre in your right mind. If this were ever to happen again. Kakashi hopes it will. It will crush him if not. He realized he doesnāt want anyone else. In any way.
He begged you back, his eyes compelling you as his dick was punishing (pleasuring) your insides. Youāre not sure.
āPlease, listen to me.ā
He places both of your hands above your head with his on top of it, shutting you off with his lips and his harsh, deep pounding. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your legs completely falling from your waist. He thrusts one more time, pressing his lips against yours before he slips off your pussy at the same time his mouth leaves yours. Kakashi didnāt let your eyes fall off him as he stroked himself between your legs until you could feel some of his warm release between your thighs. He groaned so much at his cum didnāt stop spurring that youāre sure you never heard something so attractive.
You didnāt have time to have a small, tiny intrusive thought as reality finally start setting in when he came back, pestering your face with soft kisses as he took you from the ground, your body placed vertically on his lap.Ā
āYouāre feeling okay?ā His lower, deeper voice, like a cradle song. āTell me, [Name].ā Kakashi left a kiss on your forehead.Ā
āMhm, mhm.ā
He turned his body to search for a vest, his backpack with his sleeping bag, or anything to hide both of your bodies in. You murmured, exhausted.
āDo you like me, Kakashi?ā
He paused his wandering hands over the ground, completely taken aback.Ā
Youāll probably not remember his answer. Thatās his hope. But he didnāt look at you when he said it.
āI do.ā
You murmured against his chest one more time before your body slowly let you fall asleep in less than a minute.
āYour heart beats so fast.ā
He sighed, tugging you against him so you wouldnāt get cold, orā¦for other reasons too. Kakashi mumbled, resting his head on yours.Ā
āYou should hear yours.ā
A flicker of chakra was all he felt inside of him, sensing the barrier exposing your presence at the same time the pieces of clothing were thrown on both of you, vanishing instantly.Ā
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In a simple, hidden cave that served as a subterranean room used to rest, stash scrolls, or hide from tracking ninjas, you stayed unconscious until now.
You flinched as you woke up, aware of how stiff your body felt. A blush spread across your cheek as you felt your bare body, warmed under Kakashiās blanketāwhich heād probably use for his missions. You struggled so much to get dressed that it felt like it took an hour, using whatever clothes were still wearableāthat is, pants and a top. Your underwear was hanging on a wire, stuck deep into the rock so it wouldnāt fall. Thoughtful of him? Yes. Embarrassing for you? Yes.
What did you do?
A sigh escaped your mouth as you managed to come outside the hideout, making Kakashi glance briefly from where he was patrolling until now while you slowly came to sit next to the small fire, close enough to where you had rested. You avoided his eyes, and he knew it.
āHow do you feel?ā
You put your elbows on your knees, raising yourself slightly into a more comfortable position. For the first time, you looked at him, forcing a smile that was still genuine.
āSurprisingly, I feel much better than I did before the mission. You took care of me,ā you added, your voice lowered a tone. ā...Thank you.ā
Kakashi hummed, not mentioning the fact that helping someone shouldnāt be praised for having common sense. You moved a stick through the ashes that spelled the end of the fire, as if you wanted to fill the silence around you with anything that could make it bearable. His way-too-early question surprised you, making you stiffen.
āDid you mean what you said?ā
You groaned while both your palms tried to hide your face, too red to blame on the fire.
āCan we not speak about it? It was humiliating.ā
He answered shortly, much like your response.
āDid I make you feel bad?ā
āNo.ā
āGood.ā
He shared a faint smile with you. Then, you bit your lip in distress, wondering if you should risk it. After all, you could play dumb, minimizing all of your big, so fucking obvious, confessions. You were drugged, right?
But you were not a liar.
ā...Yes. I meant it.ā
You glanced in another direction, your chin resting on your hand. Your eyes wandered mindlessly despite your spiraling thoughts and the heart that threatened to escape your constricted ribs.
āQuite surprising.ā
You looked at him, confused. Kakashi slipped his hand into your backpack, and you only now noticed he had been handling it. He threw you a bottle of water, and you caught it smoothly, taking a much-needed sip to relieve your dehydrated mouth. A flashback of you screaming his name flooded your mind, but you swallowed down the intrusive image with another gulp.
āHow so?ā
His tone was amused, dissipating the tension in the icy air the night provided.
āYou were not exactly the friendliest person before. I usually catch it quickly when someone is interested.ā
You placed your hands on either side of your body, leaning back as you snorted, a mirthful glint in your eyes.
āIām sorry that the perceptive Kakashi Hatake himself didnāt uncover my feelings. Youāre not so easy to read either, by the way.ā
He breathed out a laugh, not retorting for once.
Kakashi wasnāt the only one curious about what had happened, about what you had both said. You started carefully.
āHow were you not affected by the pollen?ā
He took part of his mask between his fingers, tapping it back against his face.
āI made some changes to it. Itās now enchanted with a material that blocks toxins in the air.ā
āThatās cheating.ā
āDonāt tell anyone.ā
The corner of your mouth twitched, suppressing a smile. Yet how could he have been so affected? Did you remember it wrong? The way he touched you, tasted you, and fucked you? More like... made love to you? Spoke so intimately, so sweetly to you?
You caught yourself speaking, and this time Kakashi was visibly tense. His eyes suddenly became very interested in the ground beneath him.
āDid you also mean what you said?ā
His answer came after a minute.
ā...In a way.ā
Oh.
He glanced at you then, seeing how you had switched places from how you had been before your questionāyou werenāt here with him anymore. And shinobi were skilled enough to anticipate when a threat lay ahead. A fight, maybe.
For him, the discussion had already been difficult enough. He wasnāt prepared for more than this. Although, when you spoke again, he felt caged between his own walls. What used to be a familiar feeling had now slowly transformed into something he wasnāt as comfortable with as before.
āSo it was only sexual?ā
Kakashi realized by the trembling tone in your voice that you had understood him in the worst way possible.
āNo, [Name].ā His eyes widened, distressed, as he saw half your face, a tear tracing your cheek. āDonāt...ā
You turned away, and he had the urge to rise to his feet. He did. It was too late to step back. You only saw his shadow approaching. He crouched down, and slowly, hesitantly, his hand settled over yours, and you fought the urge not to pull away.
āThatās not what... I meant.ā
You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand.
āYeah, sure. Whatever you say.ā
Kakashi sighed, and it only made you feel worse, like a parent trying to make a child understand something simple. Not knowing how conflicted Kakashi was, how he needed to detach himself from his own discomfort to speak openly about things he didnāt understand yet.
āItās... I didnāt consider this before. It was surprising for me.ā
āOkay.ā
He sat down beside you now, taking your hand in his and playing with your fingers, turning the little ring you used to twirl whenever anxiety got the best of you, now using it himself to distract from the intrusive thoughts that surfaced whenever it came to his own vulnerability.
Being honest was all he had to offer for now. At least, thatās what he thought.
āI wasnāt unaffected like you think. Not only in the way of having you like this.ā
You furrowed your brows, tilting your head but still not looking at him.
āSo you meant the other parts or not?ā
You both spoke so vaguely that if anyone else listened, they wouldnāt understand a thing.
ā...Yes.ā
You scoffed, letting out a harsh breath.
āI donāt know what to believe.ā
He didnāt know either.
āI understand,ā Kakashi admitted eventually. āI never... tried before.ā
āWhat? A relationship?ā
You looked back, your eyes meeting for a second. Fuck, wrong move. Your gaze lingered on his expression, one you hadnāt seen before. He nodded, and you found yourself turning until you faced him fully, both of you sitting on the ground.
āI canāt say Iām much different. You know what assholes Iāve met before. But... youāre not that kind of asshole.ā
His warm chuckle made your heart leap. Only now did you realize how close he was, close enough to hear his slow breathing and to crave his warmth again without being so hot and bothered.
āGod, if you say this to anyone else, I swearāā
He shook his head, cutting you off.
āDonāt worry. Iāll never do something like that.ā
You whispered, searching for him without realizing it. For that part of him you needed now.
āI get the feeling you wouldnāt.ā
When he met your eyes, Kakashi regretted it, forced to weigh your words. How could you see him for what he was? It unsettled him. He needed to do something. Good or bad, he didnāt know.
āI donāt want to raise your hopes for nothing.ā
You studied his face. His words sounded like a rejection, but his tone and expression didnāt match them. You tried something else.
āOkay. I get it. Youāre allergic to feelings.ā
He chuckled.
āI guess I am. But...ā
You tilted your head instantly.
āBut?ā
āIām not sure. I felt something once and never found it again until... you.ā
You gulped.
āWhat does that mean, Kakashi? Do you want me to be your...ā
No. That wasnāt the appropriate question. He should be the one. Kakashi interrupts you.
āDo you want to be my... cure?ā
āYes.ā
Your heart has a mind of its own, otherwise you couldnāt explain how or when you leaned closer to Kakashi, softly pecking his lips. He was just as startled as you.
Only for a moment. Kakashi glanced shortly at your lips, then at your eyes one more time before he leaned in back, his lips meeting yours, licking his way into your mouth. The tip of your tongue brushed against his. Just the wet press of his mouth and the quick faltering of his breath make your fingers tighten at his neck, a dizzy drop is present in your stomach every time he comes back for more. A shuddering breath escaped him. When his eyes opened, his innocent gaze was almost gone, swallowed entirely by his pupils.Ā His voice was hoarse, finally feeling at peace for showing without guilt how much he feels for you.
āKakashi, we really shouldnātāā
āOne more time.ā
Kakashi pressed his lips against yours, unwilling to wait another second. His tongue writhed deeper, tangling around yours, tasting greedily more and more of you. When he pulled away, both of you looked wrecked by itācheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glistening.
You licked your lips, not daring to see things yet, breaking the spell. When your mouth twitches, failing to stop a smile forming, Kakashi finds his heart violently pumping inside of him, taking your hands in his, glancing away. But youāre sure now of what you see and feel, and his subtle smile didnāt go unnoticed.
At least the tension in his body finally left after the two of you coming to a discussion.
Aware now of your surroundings, you glanced around the darkness spreading around the forest. The small fire is long gone; probably need to make another one until tomorrow. You looked back at Kakashi. You slept until now; he really needs a break from taking care of you all day.Ā
āCome on, letās switch. Iāll stay awake until morning.ā
His answer is coming shortly.
āNo, donāt worry.ā
Your threatening tone wasnāt missed. āKakashi.ā He didnāt respond, not until he saw the concern between your eyebrows, the unspoken pleading words all over your face. And of course, now he can openly see the lovely glint inside of them. For him. Only for him.
āThen, we stay together.ā
You nodded reluctantly. But not long after, as your fingers carefully play with his soft, silver hair as his head rested on your lap, Kakashi fell asleep. One of the few times in his life, he felt safe enough to be vulnerable, to trust someone.
Repeating the same pattern doesnāt sound so appealing anymore when your presence does synaptic rejuvenation for him. He didnāt understand the reasons for the mechanism behind why it felt so undeniably right for you to be that person, and itās definitely not an option to turn to his grey, oppressive walls or the suffocating solitude after you forcefully demolished them to claim even a little space. To let his heart breathe more, accepting a love he is not sure yet how it will handle, but at least he will not dismiss it. For the first time in his life.
summary: you come home tired, and sasuke does what he has learned to do bestāhe notices, he stays, and he makes the world smaller until you can breathe again
word count: 3,579
content: sasuke uchiha x gn!reader, boruto-era domestic fluff, established relationship, hurt/comfort, emotional exhaustion, food/eating, reader cries a little, sasuke notices one shaky hand and immediately enters silent husband containment protocol
a/n: this one is a little comfort gift for my beloved @arabella0001, because sometimes life is evil and what we need is sasuke uchiha activating husband mode over a bowl of rice š¤
The house knew you were tired before you said a word.
It knew in the low creak of the floorboards beneath your feet, in the familiar drag of the front door against its frame, in the slight rush of cooler air that entered with you as you stepped out of the evening and into the warmth of home. Outside, Konoha was folding itself into the night. Lanterns were beginning to glow along the street, one after another, small pools of amber gathering under tiled eaves. Shopfronts were closing and somewhere down the road, children were being called in for dinner, their voices carrying bright and thin over the rooftops before disappearing into the night.
Inside, the house smelt of rice, clean tatami, and tea that had been left steeping for too long. Sasuke had heard your steps before you reached the gate. You paused just inside the entryway, only for a moment, barely more than a held breath. Your fingers rested on the strap of your bag, your shoulders still lifted as if the day had not yet been allowed to fall from them.
Most people would have missed it. Sasuke Uchiha was not most people.
He was seated near the low table with one knee raised, a scroll open beside him and his cloak folded over the back of a chair. He had returned from a short journey two days ago, which meant the house still carried that strange, private relief of him being there. His sandals were by the door, his sword was propped where it always stood, within reach but not in the way, there was an extra cup beside the kettle again, and one of his shirts had been left drying near the veranda.
Small proofs, ordinary ones. The kind you had once learnt not to take for granted.
"I'm home," you called, stepping into the genkan. Your voice almost managed it, and that is what made Sasuke look at you properly.
His gaze scanned over you in a single, measured sweep, taking in the set of your shoulders, the tightness around your mouth, the way your fingers held the strap of your bag as though letting go of it would require more strength than keeping it there. You had worn that face before. Not often, but enough that he recognised it. It was the face you wore when the day had taken more from you than you wanted to admit, when you were trying to cross the threshold without dragging the ache in behind you.
"Hm," he answered.
That simple response should not have been comforting. Somehow, it was.
You slipped off your sandals, slower than usual, and bent to straighten them by the door. The motion nearly undid you. A long day could do that; hold you upright through every duty, every conversation, every expectation, then try to break you over something as small as lining up your shoes at your own door.
You took too long. Behind you, Sasuke closed the scroll, the faint clap of paper settling into itself carrying through the room.
"I'm fine," you answered before he could ask.
Sasuke narrowed his eyes at you.
You winced. "That wasā¦too fast, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
A laugh left you, thin and worn around the edges. "I'm just tired. It's nothing dramatic."
Sasuke stood. There was no alarm in it, no rush, no grand display of concern. He simply crossed the room and came to stand in front of you, close enough that the warmth of his body reached through the evening chill still clinging to your clothes. You could smell rain on the air outside, sesame from the kitchen, the faint trace of smoke and clean fabric that always seemed to linger on him after travel.
He held out his hand. "Give me your bag."
"I can carry a bag, Sasuke."
"I know."
You squinted at him then. He did not move. There was no pity in his face, no impatience either. Only the familiar, infuriating certainty that made resistance feel more exhausting than surrender.
Your fingers loosened. The strap slid from your shoulder into his hand, and the absence of its weight was immediate. The ache in your neck shifted, your skin prickled where the fabric had been digging into you. You hated that something so small helped so much.
Sasuke set the bag down near the wall, out of the walkway, then reached past you to close the door fully. The latch clicked into place, the evening air was shut outside, the smell of the house gathered around you again, warmer now, rice and tea and the faint, dry sweetness of old wood.
Home, sealed against the world.
Sasuke glanced down at your hands.
You curled them into your sleeves. "Don't."
"I didn't say anything," he replied.
"You were about to."
His mouth shifted, almost a smile. "You're guessing."
"I live with you. I have advanced warning systems now."
Sasuke only hummed in response, the almost-smile disappearing quickly, but you saw it. You always saw it.
He turned towards the kitchen. āSit down.ā
āI should wash up first.ā
āYou can do that after.ā
āIām not hungry.ā
āYou havenāt eaten.ā
āThat isn't what I said.ā
āNo, but it matters.ā
You stared at his back as he moved away, one sleeve pinned empty at his side, his remaining hand already reaching for the bowls. Years ago, you might have argued more. Years ago, he might have made the whole thing sharper than it needed to be, concern hidden too well beneath irritation. Both of you had learnt different forms of gentleness since then. Not perfect ones, but real enough.
You made it as far as the low table before lowering yourself onto the cushion. The relief of sitting down hit your body all at once. Your legs ached, your shoulders throbbed from where your bag had dragged at them all day, the muscles in your jaw loosened only when you realised you had been clenching them. For a moment, all you could do was close your eyes and let the house hold the parts of you that you could no longer keep upright alone.
In the kitchen, Sasuke moved with the solemn concentration of a man performing a task that had once been unfamiliar but now mattered because it belonged to someone he loved. He had never become fussy about food. He did not decorate bowls or worry over presentation, but he had learnt what you could manage after bad daysārice soft enough to be easy, broth warmed through, greens with sesame, tea poured fresh once he realised the first pot had gone bitter.
You heard the lid lift from the pot.
Steam breathed into the room carrying ginger and spring onion with it. A spoon clinked against ceramic, water ran briefly, the kettle was moved off the heat with a dull little scrape. These were ordinary sounds but they landed in your lap with careful hands.
You rested your forehead against your folded arms on the table.Ā
The house settled around you.
Beyond the open inner doors, the garden shifted in the evening breeze. Maple leaves near the veranda brushed together, their shadows moving across the floor in broken pieces. Water ticked from the bamboo spout into the stone basin, patient and unhurried. The sound filled the spaces where words might have gone.
That was the part that made your throat acheāthe not-asking.
Sasuke brought the food over in two trips because he refused help and had become remarkably skilled at making refusal look efficient. First, a bowl appeared in front of you, steam curling against your face. Then tea, pale and hot, set near your hand. Then came water, because he had noticed that you always forgot it when you were tired.
Finally, he sat beside you instead of across from you, close enough that his knee touched yours beneath the table. The contact was deliberate.
You lifted your head.
The broth in front of you smelt of ginger and spring onion, simple and savoury, with a warmth that touched your face before you even lifted the spoon. Sasuke took his own chopsticks and looked down at his food instead of watching you too closely.
"Eat first," he started, and your eyes burned at once, "then decide if you want to talk."
Other people would have meant well and asked too much, too soon.
What happened? Who upset you? Why didn't you tell me? Are you alright?
Sasuke did not turn your exhaustion into a report you had to deliver before anyone cared for you. He put food in front of you, he sat close enough for his knee to rest against yours under the table, he gave you the choice of words later, when they no longer sat beneath your ribs like something sharp trying to break free.
You stared down at the bowl until the steam blurred.
"Sasuke."
"Hm?"
"You don't have to do this."
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, without looking up, he replied, "You came home tired."
That was his whole explanation, as if it were obvious, as if that alone answered everything.
A shaky breath slipped out of you. You reached for the spoon, mostly to give your hands something to do. The ceramic felt warm against your fingers. The first mouthful burned a little, but not badly, then the broth settled through you with an almost embarrassing kindness. Your body, treacherous thing, remembered all at once that you had asked it to survive on stubbornness and half a mango since morning.
Sasuke noticed the moment you took a second bite and said nothing. That, too, felt like mercy.
For a while, the two of you ate in the low amber glow of the room. The windows reflected your home back at you, your table, the bowls, the kettle, Sasuke beside you in dark clothes with his hair falling loose around his face. Older now than the boy who had once treated tenderness like a trap. Reserved, still, and sharp in the bones of him, always, but here, in this house, with his knee pressed against yours and his hand near your cup, he offered something steadier than reassurance.
You ate half the bowl before your appetite faltered.
Sasuke's gaze flicked towards you.
"I'm eating," you said defensively.
"I didn't speak."
"You were thinking loudly."
"You're avoiding the vegetables."
"I'm emotionally wounded," you told him, spoon hovering over the bowl. "I shouldn't be held accountable for vegetables right now."
His mouth softened at the corner. "Eat them."
"You are so strict."
"You like them."
"I like them when I'm not being perceived by the vegetable police."
This time, the sound he made almost became a laugh. It started low in his chest, brief and rough, then vanished before it could incriminate him. It helped more than you expected.
You picked up the greens and ate them with exaggerated dignity. "There. Honour restored."
"Hm."
"Do not 'hm' me after I obeyed your vegetable command."
"You're talking more," Sasuke observed.
You looked down at the broth.
So you were. Not much, not about the day you had, not about the ache itself, but enough that the room no longer felt like it was balancing on the thin edge of pretending. Enough that your voice had begun to sound like it belonged to you again.
Sasuke reached for the teapot and refilled your cup. His hand moved with familiar precision. Lamplight caught along his knuckles, over old scars and lean tendons, over the strength you knew so well. Tea streamed into the cup, fragrant and golden, and you watched the surface tremble as he set it down near your hand.
You thought, suddenly and painfully, of how many times he had returned to empty rooms before this house became yours together. How many years he had spent moving through the world with only duty for company, believing distance could keep the people he loved safe.
Yet here he was, home before you. Warming food, refilling your cup, not leaving.
Something must have shifted in your face, because Sasuke set the teapot down and turned towards you fully.
"What is it?" he asked. Gentle, for him. Careful in the way he offered it.
You swallowed. "Nothing."
His expression flattened at once.
You tried again. "Not nothing. I justā"Ā
Words gathered behind your teeth, tangled, failed. Sasuke waited.
That was another thing he had learnt, or maybe it had always been in him, that patience, once he stopped using silence as a wall and learnt how to make it shelter instead. He did not rush to fill the space. He did not rescue you from needing to speak, but he also did not punish you for struggling either.
You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand. "I justā I tried really hard today."
His eyes remained fixed on your face.
"I know that sounds stupid," you added quickly.
"It doesn't."
"It does," you argued, your voice thinning despite your best efforts. "I didn't do anything extraordinary. I justā¦got through it, and by the end I felt like even that was too much."
Your voice cracked on the last word and you hated it. Hated how your body betrayed you here, in the one place safe enough for it to happen. Your throat tightened, your fingers curled around the spoon until the edge of it pressed into your palm.Ā
Sasuke shifted closer. He did not touch you immediately, he knew better than to assume. Instead, he let his knee press more firmly against yours against the table, a question offered in the language of old trust. You answered by leaning into him.
His arm came around you after that, careful and solid. He drew you against his side, not tightly enough to trap you, but firmly enough that you no longer had to hold yourself together by force. His shirt felt warm beneath your cheek. You could feel the slow rise of his breath, the steady line of his body beside yours, the place where his hand settled against your shoulder with deliberate care.
You turned your face into him.
"I'm sorry," you whispered.
His arm tightened around you. "For what?"
"For coming home like thisā¦"
The air seemed to hold its breath for a moment, then Sasuke lowered his face until his cheek rested against the top of your head.
"You came home," he replied. "That's the important part."
It should have been simple, and perhaps it was simple, perhaps that was why is reached you so cleanly. You cried then, not prettily, not neatly, not in any way that made sense. Just tears that came hot and sudden, pressed into the dark fabric of his shirt. Sasuke held you through it without flinching. He did not tell you it was fine, he knew better than most that some hurts do not shrink just because someone wished they would.
His hand moved once over your back, slow from shoulder to spine, awkward only because he was being careful.
The garden clicked and rustled beyond the open doors, bamboo knocked lightly against stone. Somewhere deeper in the village, a dog barked twice, then settled. The kettle gave up its last thread of steam beside the hearth and the world went on with its ordinary little sounds, but it no longer felt as if you had to keep it turning by force.
"I don't want to talk about all of it," you murmured eventually, your voice muffled against his shirt.
"Then don't."
"I might tomorrowā¦"
"Okay."
"Or not."
"That's okay, too."
You let out a shaky breath. "What if it comes out badly?"
"Then it comes out badly."
A small, wet laugh escaped you. "That isn't comforting."
"It's true."
"Your bedside manner hasn't improved much."
"You're not in bed."
You lifted your head just enough to glare at him. Sasuke looked entirely unrepentant.Ā
The glare failed almost immediately. You were too tired, and he sat too close, his arm still solid around you, his warmth seeping through the fabric between you. Something about the dry line of his mouth loosened the pressure behind your ribs until the heaviness no longer felt impossible to carry.
"I hate when you're funny by accident," you muttered.
"I'm not."
"Yeah, that's why it's by accident."
His eyes gentled, only slightly. Enough to make you want to cry again for an entirely different reason.
Sasuke reached for your cup and placed it into your hands. His fingers brushed yours as he did, warm from the bowl, calloused from years of steel and travel. "Drink."
"You're taking care of me like this is a mission," you said, wrapping both hands around the cup.
"It is."
"What's the objective?"
Sasuke looked at you for a long moment. The years had changed the answer he might once have given. A younger Sasuke would have looked away, he might have hidden everything important inside irritation or silence and trusted you to infer what he could not say. The man before you still did not offer tenderness carelessly, but he had learnt that withholding the trust did not always protect anyone. Sometimes it only made the house colder.
"You," he replied at last.
Your heart did something foolish in your chest.
"You can't just say that," you whispered in horror.
"I did."
"Yes, and now I have to survive it!"
"Hm."
You laughed again, small but real, and drank the tea because he was watching and because the heat of it helped. It slid down your throat, sweetened faintly with honey you knew he only kept because you liked it, and settled into your chest like a warm hand pressed there.
After dinner, Sasuke cleared the table before you could stand. You made one weak attempt to protest and he ignored it with the calm authority he used when facing gods, monsters, and Naruto Uzumaki's worst ideas, and therefore had no intention of losing to your guilt over dirty bowls. He rinsed each dish with efficient care, one-handed and unbothered by it, while you retreated to the engawa with the blanket he had left folded nearby.
The night air had cooled as summer had begun to loosen its hold on the village, leaving the dark mild at the edges. Lantern-light glowed through the paper screens behind you, turning the verands honey-gold at your back. The garden lay silvered under the moon, every leaf and stone familiar because the two of you had placed them there over time.
A home did not arrive whole, it gathered itself around you.
A mug chosen from a market stall. A plant kept alive through three summers. The sword stand by the door. His cloak folded over the same chair whenever he came back from a journey. Your sandals beside his in the genkan.
You pulled the blanket around your shoulders. The fabric still held a little warmth from the house, and the hem brushed your bare ankles as you tucked your feet beneath you. Sasuke came out after a few minutes and sat down beside you.
For a while, neither of you spoke.
He looked out over the garden while you looked at him. There were still absences in him, there always would be. Long journeys, old grief, the missing arm. The things he had done, the things he had survived, the pauses he carried not because they were empty, but because some memories did not belong in the middle of an ordinary night.
There was also this.
His shoulder beside yours, his cup cooling inside, his home no longer waiting empty, his presence offered without demand.
You leaned against him. Sasuke adjusted at once, letting your head settle against his shoulder. After a moment, his hand found yours beneath the blanket and his fingers thread through yours with care, slow enough that you could refuse, certain enough that you did not need to. His thumb rested against the inside of your wrist where your pulse still beat too fast from crying.
"I'm glad you were here," you whispered after a while.
He looked down at where your hands were joined under the fabric.Ā
"So am I."
He said it softly enough that only you and the garden heard. You closed your eyes.
For a while, that was all the comfort you needed; the cool night air on your face, the warm blanket over your knees, the steady weight of him beside you, and the knowledge that you did not always have to be easy to love in order to be loved well.
Eventually, your body began to give in. Your head grew heavier against his shoulder, the day loosened its grip, not gone but father away now, pushed beyond the gate where it could wait until morning.Ā
Sasuke shifted.
You made a small, protesting sound and curled your fingers more tightly around his.
"I'm not leaving," he murmured.
Your eyes opened half-way. "Promise?"
His thumb moved once over your skin. "I'm here."
For Sasuke, that was a promise. You believed him.
When sleep started to pull at you again you felt him turn slightly towards you as he pulled his hand out of yours for a moment. Two fingers touched your forehead, light as memory, gentle as the kind of love he had once been afraid to keep.
"Rest."
You let yourself sink a little further into the warmth of him, into the house you had made together, into the safety of the village settling around you for the night.
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As far as you know, Sasuke always had a crooked persona. His inability comes not in his skills but in his human nature. Still, that doesn't mean he will not feel his own overwrought desire, seething inside of him.
And that desire amplified drastically after he met you. It started after the first night he had you, feeling your warmth and hearing your moans calling his name with the most vulnerable expression he could see on a person like this. So, it's not really his fault for being on the edge after a long mission. At least, it makes him feel less guilty.
Usually, Sasuke initiates it. Of course, this happens only after you give him at least a hint that you desire him too. A lingering, lustful gaze. A soft kiss that didn't stop, chasing his mouth afterwards. Anything to help him, anything to show that you want him, that it's okay to want you too. He knows it's a natural instinct to have; in fact, he is surprised every time he sees how wet his wife is for him. But when it comes to him⦠Sasuke refers to himself like he is different, like he shouldn't profit from this.
Yet, your voice echoes in his head since last time.
"Sasuke, you don't want me?"
He was completely perplexed when you asked him that because in his mind, he wants you way too much to categorise as normal. Does he show it? Clearly not, otherwise you wouldn't ask that.
So that's another reason why Sasuke came today, late at night, with a single, uncommon thought in mind. To feel you.
āSasuke?ā
Your whisper was distinct in the empty house filled until now only with your warm presence. A presence Sasuke could not deceive himself anymore by saying he didnāt miss it. In more ways than just a singular one.
The dim lights struggling to penetrate the closed curtains due to the treacherously icy night could bring the only source of light illuminating your beautiful features and the soft glint in your eyes when you saw your lover.
āIām home.ā
With dainty footsteps, you helped him undress his full-length travelling cloak, placing it on the hanger by the door. You chuckled, glancing up at his tired features, the glint in his eyes hidden in the shadow of the corridor the house provided.
āYou are.ā
You let out a small gasp when you turned around, only to be stopped when his head leant until it rested on your bare shoulders ā the nightgown being just a tank top with shallow straps, bare legs above the knee were under some loose shorts. Your arm lifted, palm touching his hair a little too long now, on the side.
āRough mission?ā
His head tilted slightly into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent as it left only a shiver down your body. Sasuke might be innocent, and that makes you feel bad, because even his short touches can make your mind spin.
Only he wasn't this time, and you noticed when his lips grazed across your neck before leaving a gentle kiss here. His arms come in front of you, over your belly, as he pushes you slowly against him. You gulped, closing your eyes as one of your hands comes over his, the other still touching half of his face.
You glance up, and you finally see the look in his eyes. He whispered, glancing once for your lips, a subtle invitation he hardly tried to give.
āAre you tired?ā
You smiled at his question; that means something else. That means you allow him to show you how much he missed you when words fail him. And how could you refuse such a rare opportunity?
āItās because of what I said last time?ā His lips touched your skin, travelling lower from behind your flushed ears to your neck and below. Sasuke didnāt confirm it directly, but you know nothing is left unnoticed by him; being observant is in his nature.
āYou were wrong.ā
You turned around to face him, placing both of your hands on his chest, fingers playfully tugging the tight blouse. One of his hands came now on your waist, the other cupped your cheek.
āI was?ā
These were the only words you managed to say before he claimed your lips. He guided you, slow at first, then as the kiss became more passionate, more intense, asking permission when you kissed him back with the same necessity for him to slip his tongue in your mouth. He urged you back until you hit the closer edge of the sofa in the evening room.
Just then, he lets you breathe, but his touches become firm, unyielding. You leant on the small surface, giving him an erotic sight that only made him want to take you right here and thereāwith hardened nubs behind your top, a strap falling on your shoulder, shorts rising up, and a flushed face only he could cause.
āSasukeā¦ā
With a swift motion, he turned you around and bent your body as he leant over your ass, feeling exactly for how much Sasuke missed you. One hand came to touch every inch he could, letting a shiver down your spine as his finger traveled the path from the back of your neck to your curves before he palmed your ass, squeezing it slowly.
When you moaned, Sasuke looked at you, his hand coming to grip your chin to make it still for his mouth to take yours. You arched your back, and that only makes Sasuke let himself grind against you, thanking you with a sweet groan against your lips that even he couldn't stop. His hand slipped under your top, taking your breast in his palm while he kissed you.
āI-I want youā¦ā You helped him, struggling to take your shorts off, and he straightened himself, placing his hands over yours as he bent down to let them fall. You cursed under your breath as you tried to lift your legs and drag the shorts away. His mouth twitches, but it soon falls when he sees your aroused expression, hands placed on the sofa with your exposed ass to his dark eyes.
Your eyes widen when he parts your cheeks, hissing at the wetness around when his fingers are rubbing slowly around your needy clit.
āNghhāSasuke, pleaseāā
Sasuke gave you a short glance, his breath flattering. Sasuke gathered your wetness from your clit, between your folds, before slipping one finger inside your pussy. He groaned at how wet you are already, another finger followed to stretch you more, curling them inside. His other hand quickly beginsĀ to unzip his pants, allowing you hardly a second to catch a glimpse of his flushed, hard dick, throbbing hot in the palm of his hand, with precum already falling from his tip. He stroked himself with it as his fingers pumped inside your pussy, tensing his biceps the more he exerted pressure, so more embarrassing squelching sounds to fill the room.
He towered over your back, whispering against your lips while you felt his tip teasing between your folds before he found your trembling entrance, leaving you panting.
ā[Name]ā¦ā
āYesāY-yes! I want to feel you now, Sasukeāā
His mouth parted at the same time as yours when he slipped inside, his pretty dick filling you more and more, watching it stretch into a wide O shape to accommodate its girth. Sasuke closed his eyes, fighting to not focus on your tight walls around him before he started moving.
āOh myāā It didnāt take long until he started pounding deeper, harsher, quickening his pace when the primal side of him finally took over. One hand stays on your waist to hold you steady, while the other moves in front of you, arms across your chest, with his grunts overwhelming your ears.
āYou feel soā¦good.ā
You whine at his words, rare from a non-talker, biting your lip as his dick makes a mess of you, trying to meet his punishing thrusts.
āMore. I need more, b-babyāā
He hissed when you squeezed around him. He grabbed both of your hands behind your back,Ā then laid his over them whileĀ his thrust shook you until your legs quivered. You didnāt have a choice but to take him. Not that you didnāt want it, feeling yourself on the brink already. And it almost seemed like he knew it. But that's true, Sasuke knows your body enough to predict when it will collapse with ecstasy. Only if he gave you a little helpā
āCome with me.ā
His arm comes in front of you, fingers moving fast around your swollen clit. Sasuke didnāt leave your dewy eyes, listening to how you chanted his name over and over again; he kissed you at the same time when your moans turned to cries and your body started convulsing under him until your orgasm hit you, warming all of him. Hoarse sounds left his lips at every heavy-hitting thrust that followed, hips slapping against your ass mercilessly. His muscles flexed until he halted inside you, letting his cum fill your pussy. Your hand comes behind his head in an instant, feeling high off orgasm, and now, you are the one begging for his lips as he tries to reciprocate.
His tired body leans over you only for a moment. Then, Sasuke slowly slipped from you, creampie dribbling out your pussy, some of the mixed cum glistening between your thighs. He helped you move on your weak legs until you turned around, embracing him tightly in your arms.
Sasukeās hands come on both sides of your thighs until your legs are wrapped around his waist, followed by one of his arms lifting yours to let it rest over his shoulders. Your exhausted smile tormented his heart more than ever. He kissed your forehead as he started walking to the bathroom. A much-needed bath he would make sure to take care of, especially after you respond to him so well.
āI see someone really missed me.ā
Not only like this. Never only like this.
āā¦Yes.ā The rest followed in a hushed tone thatĀ you thinkĀ you imagined it. āMore than you know.ā
A/N: The title came randomly at me and I didnāt knew it had some connections with Sasuke. I was wrong. xD In the context of the popular Persona video game-series, a "crooked" or corrupted Persona (often referred to as a Shadow) is a psychological manifestation of a person's suppressed emotions or dark desires.
May I request the naruto characters of your choice with a s/o that is the stereotypical canadian? Says "eh" and is overly polite and always saying sorry.
(I'm totally not exposing myself in this. I'm totally not canadian and totally not like this lol)
xD Hello, love! My requests are closed for the moment, you can see it in my pin post. :( Unfortunately, Iām not in the best state of mind right now, barely writing a previous request that was received last month. Not even my own works are updated. So, Iām sorry, but I donāt think Iām gonna be able to write your request. Thank you in advance for understanding š«¶š½ Kisses
a/n: todayās forecast is severe uchiha yearning with a 90% chance of emotionally repressed forehead touches dedicated to my beautiful moot @arabella0001, i hope this makes you smile š¤
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content: post-war sasuke uchiha generally being allergic to vulnerability unless it sneaks up on him with a knife
There is something uniquely dangerous about loving Sasuke Uchiha because he is not a man built for easy attachment. He loves like winter soil clinging onto buried fireāquietly, reluctantly, absolutely.
In the beginning, your relationship would feel less like courtship and more like being slowly permitted closer to a feral animal that keeps expecting the hand reaching for it to become a weapon. Not because he dislikes you, it's actually the opposite; Sasuke becomes colder when he cares. He watches himself around you with frightening precision because attachment still feels dangerous to him for a very long time; he has lost too many people to trust happiness without expecting a blade to be hidden inside it. So early affection comes in strange forms: He walks you home without mentioning it, he remembers little details that you forgot about telling him, he appears beside you any time you need help, he silently positions himself between you and any perceived danger without even thinking about it. Sasuke has a deeply protective streak that becomes very obvious in a relationship. He is constantly aware of his surroundings and unconsciously keeps track of where you are, especially in crowded or dangerous situations. Sometimes it manifests subtly, like a hand at your back guiding you through a crowd, and other times it becomes intensely serious if he believes you are truly threatened. You realise he loves you long before he ever says it because his body rearranges itself around your safety.
Sasuke is deeply tactile in private and near untouchable in public. Not out of embarrassment. Possessiveness, maybe a little. Privacy? Definitely. He hates the feeling of other people witnessing something soft from him; it feels exposed in the same way standing unarmed might feel exposed. Behind closed doors, he is an entirely different creature. He adores unconscious contact like your legs thrown across his lap while he reads, your face pressed against his shoulder while he maintains his weapons, fingers hooked loosely in your clothes while you sleep. When he's exhausted, truly exhausted, he becomes clingy in ways he would vehemently deny under torture. He gravitates toward your warmth like his nervous system only powers down correctly when he's near you. The intimacy of simply existing together peacefully means far more to him than grand declarations.
Arguments with Sasuke are rarely loud. He does not explode outwardly often anymore, he freezes. Silence becomes his defence mechanism when he's hurt or overwhelmed. The problem is that his silence carries weight with itāit makes rooms feel colder, it makes air turn tight around the ribs. The hardest stage of loving Sasuke is learning that when he withdraws, he is usually trying not to wound you with whatever storm is moving through his head, and the hardest thing for him to learn is that shutting you out hurts you anyway. Eventually, the relationship becomes less about 'never fighting' and more about learning how to come back to one another afterwards. Sasuke apologises badly at first, awkwardly, like he's trying to translate into a language he barely speaks. His apologies are sincere, though, because his behaviour changes following them. That his how he tells you he loves you most consistently: correction, effort, and return. Loving him requires patience, but he gives that same patience in turn.
Sasuke is wildly observant to your emotional state. This man notices everything. The stiffness in your shoulders, the difference between tiredness and sadness, the exact tells that let him know when you're overwhelmed, when your smile is performative rather than genuine, the tone your voice takes when you're pretending to be okay. He spent years surviving by reading danger in microscopic shifts and then skill never truly disappears. The catch is that he often notices your distress before you do, and if you're someone who self-destructs privately, Sasuke becomes fiercely protective. Not controlling, necessarily, but he is very intent on reducing burdens once he realises you're reaching your limit. So he starts handling things before you ask. He'll cook, he'll take over chores, he'll steer social interactions away from you, he will stand guard like a wolf sitting before the entrance of its den.
Trust with Sasuke is sacred. He does not give trust halfway. Once you have it, you have something immovable. If someone insults you unfairly, he remembers. If someone hurts you intentionally, he remembers longer. There is an almost chilling certainty to the way his loyalty operates once you become part of his inner world. You stop fearing abandonment with him eventually because Sasuke's love is not fickle. If anything, it's stubborn to the point of self-destruction. The horrifying part is realising he would burn himself hollow protecting the people he loves if left unchecked.
Domesticity changes him more than anything else ever could. Not dramatically; Sasuke is never going to become loud or overly expressive overnight, but little things soften in him. He starts lingering instead of disappearing constantly, he learns your routines as he slowly gets used to your presence being woven into the tapestry of his life. Sometimes you catch moments that almost feel unreal: Sasuke half-asleep with his hair loose and sunlight across his face, his arms around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder while you cook, looking up from across the room with this unbearably gentle expression on his face like he still cannot believe you stayed. Domestic peace affects him like thawing frostbitten handsāpainful, at first, then addictive.
Jealousy with Sasuke is subtle but lethal. He is not the type to start a scene, he is the type to silently appear beside you with one hand settling at your waist while staring another person down hard enough to qualify as psychological warfare. The worst part? Half the time he does not even realise he's doing it. š Possessiveness leaks out of him the most when he feels emotionally insecure or disconnected from you, especially early in your relationship when part of him is still bracing to lose everything unexpectedly. Once mature trust settles in, though, the jealousy quiets down and becomes more amusing. Dry comments, calm interruptions, that infamous Uchiha Stare⢠sharpening whenever someone is getting too comfortable with you.
Physical intimacy with Sasuke would be intensely emotional even when neither of you says much. Like some of the other men in the cast, vulnerability and desire are deeply intertwined for him. Eye contact matters to him, forehead touches, hands gripping fabric, breathing each other in like memorisation. Sasuke strikes me as someone who loves slowly at first, cautiously, until the dam breaks and suddenly all the suppressed intensity surfaces at once. And afterwards? Oh, the softness is ruinous. This terrifying man who looks carved from shadow and old grief delicately brushing hair from your face, thumb tracing absentmindedly across your pulse points, holding you against his chest like he's calming something ancient inside himself.
He would struggled profoundly with the idea of deserving you. Even years later, especially after happier periods in your life together. Trauma survivors sometimes become most frightened when life finally turns gentle because now there is something precious to lose. There would be nights where Sasuke looks at you with almost crushing tenderness and distance at the same time because part of him still cannot reconcile love with survival. Those moments require patience, not reassurance every second, just simple presence. Your hand in his, your forehead against his, proof that you are still here. Over time, that consistency becomes the thing that finally teaches him that peace can be survivable too.
Loving Sasuke ultimately means understanding that beneath all the restraint, intelligence, sharpness, and griefā¦he loves with startling sincerity. Sasuke is not a casual lover, he is not convenient, he does not do halfway. Once he lets you into his heart, you become stitched into the structure of him permanently. That kind of love from someone like Sasuke Uchiha would feel less like fireworks and more like standing beside a mountain in winter and realising that the snow-covered thing beside you would collapse the very heavens before letting you freeze alone.
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-wheeze- I accidentally tapped the unfollow button while trying to hit the ask button bc I'm an idiot. Anyway hi Ara my love~ May I please request Itachi, Sasuke, Genma (for Moni), & Mada (if you're okay with doing them, along with whoever else you wanna do, please feel free to take artistic liberties with this~ š) accidentally stumbles on reader who almost never speaks singing to themselves, only if it tickles your fancy~ I know you said you'd only do requests if they interests you, so please feel free to disregard this one~
Donāt worry xD Iām not sure you saw my answer, but I said I have something similar here. Itās about a reader having a talent they hide from Naruto men for different reasons. Maybe you like itš«¶š½
Can you do a Kakashi x reader please where they meet up once a week to discuss there teams while they play dice or cards but Kakashi decided yall should drink while play and you teased about the loser of each game strips and he took it seriously and it lead to really heated smut.
First of all⦠Hey? xD I like your request. Itās really hot š For now, Iāve closed requests and I already have a Kakashi fic to write! But feel free to remind me here again if you still want in the future :)