Arabella

Rules for requests

- I mostly write Character x Reader, yet I don’t mind Character x Character too.

- For smut specifically I don’t write about :

1. NonCon

Exception: I can write it for the plot buiding, not in a romance way, expecially between the pairing.

2. AgeGap

Exception: Resonable distance.

3. Incest. Minors.

No exception.

Side note 💌 : Probably it happens to be against more TW tags. Still, I’m a dark romance enjoyer, so don’t get tricked that I’m vanilla (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶). For me, dark romance ≠ noncon :) Still, I don’t judge any writer based on what they want to write.

If you want to be anonymous, but you want to show me that you are someone who writes often to me, you can use a specific emoji to help me remember you. 🫶🏽

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IMPORTANT

1) Not a native speaker unfortunately :(Mistakes or weirdly phrases will probably happen sometimes. Don’t be mean. Also, anly hateful comment will be ignored/blocked.

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Much love💜

You’re not a fool. You know how Megumi is. You wouldn’t want anyone else but him, either.

Yet, you can’t 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 isn’t so tight. He opened up to you about his past. He doesn’t 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 can’t help but feel that Megumi may not really be in love with you. Sure, love can be shown in many ways, and the word’s standard definition isn’t 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 there’s 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?

You’re not sure. You never told him what you felt either, for so long. You’re sure he knows. But you didn’t want him to feel any pressure to say it back. It was wrong. You know it. You shouldn’t stop yourself from expressing your love.

Your sadness, stress, and anxiety stemmed from Megumi not texting you today. It was a first he didn’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“Hey.”

Megumi almost sighed in relief at the sight of you. Hell, he was finally back.

Although, Megumi didn’t 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.

“Tea?”

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. Aren’t you glad to see him like he is?

Megumi didn’t 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.

“Did something happen while I was away?”

“No.” You replied short, adding quickly. “Tea?” You looked over your shoulder, forcing a smile he didn’t like at all. He felt more on alert than he had during the fight earlier today.

“Don’t lie.”

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 you—the same distance you both felt inside your hearts.

He thinks it’s the first time the silence he usually feels comfortable with around you has been excruciating. Until you broke it.

“Megumi, what do you really feel for me?”

“What?” 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 didn’t like where this was going. He already felt irritated. “What’s that question for? We’re together, aren’t we?”

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.

“It doesn’t feel like it.”

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 shouldn’t have even allowed himself to be in a relationship. He was not made for it, apparently.

“Is it such a pain for you to speak with me?” Megumi flinched at the tone. At the trembling tone. He slowly turned around toward the couch. Are you... crying? He wasn’t sure he had ever heard you cry. “That... that you want to leave already?”

You felt so embarrassed. Your eyes burned again, blurring your vision as you could still see the shocked expression on your boyfriend’s 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.

“No. It’s—You reminded me why I shouldn’t have done this.”

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.

“Why? Because I was afraid of how your mission would go? That I missed you and I’m not sure you... you did? When you even stopped texting me?”

Megumi’s 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 wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

“No. I... My phone broke.” You blinked through the tears, and you were sure your breath stopped. “Fuck. I’m sorry.” Megumi’s eyes held nothing but an apologetic look, matching his words. “That’s why I came straight here. I just arrived.” He exhaled hard, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m an idiot.”

“So it wasn’t intentional?”

He looked back at you, seeing how your tears didn’t stop falling and how your voice had become so small. He hates what is happening. He fucking despised it.

Fuck it. Megumi’s hand lifted, testing the waters as you didn’t move an inch, following his movements until his thumb brushed your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“…Don’t cry.”

But you couldn’t. You felt so relieved, yet still vulnerable, still hurt by what you had thought.

“Can you...”

Megumi didn’t 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.

“Shh. Please…stop.”

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.

“Megumi.”

“Hm?” Megumi brushed your hair, replying to your muffled voice.

“I love you, Megumi. I’ve loved you for…some time.”

Megumi’s 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 didn’t expect to see the way Megumi’s eyes glinted softly.

You asked, confused, as he leaned over you until your back hit the couch.

“Megumi?”

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 weren’t sure what to do with yourself. And when Megumi leaned in, you closed your eyes, but it didn’t happen the way you thought it would. Megumi’s 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 nose—everywhere 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 couldn’t help but smile at his short, gentle kisses.

When you opened your eyes, your chest clenched at his sad expression.

“I’ve wronged you so many times...”

Can’t say he isn’t 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 didn’t 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.

“I love you too.”

Only then did he kiss you again.

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 forest’s conditions?

Your nose scrunched, your steps feeling heavier.

“Something’s wrong.”

“Hm? Based on what exactly?”

“On my intuition.” You could hear his skeptical thoughts. “I swear. It’s... Forget it. Can you just trust me?”

“Of course. What’s the purpose without trust between shinobi?”

“Fuck you…” Your words faded as something else caught your attention.

The yōkai tree that looked like an ordinary tree made you step closer to it, hands on your knees as you leaned toward it.

“Wow, this actually looks cool.”

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.

“If you want to be drained of blood, I’ll let you go.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Vampiric tree. It’s said to bleed like a living creature. They usually grow on former battlefields.”

You raised an eyebrow as you followed him, murmuring to yourself.

“And why are they here?”

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.

“That’s why your intuition tells you something’s wrong?”

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 weren’t sure it was much different from barbed wire if it made impact with little skin.

“Kakashi.”

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, Kakashi’s eyes lingered across your face.

“Move away. It has thorns. Don’t touch it.”

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.

“Mhm. Thank you.”

At least he isn’t Mr. Perfect, you thought.

Still, your focus wasn’t here—not 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 didn’t want to know.

You weren’t far from the other side. Shouldn’t 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 Root—the 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 you…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 once—a shuriken flew past. Twice—the 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 him—or 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 hands—almost as if they were trembling, because otherwise he couldn't explain it—moved 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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It’s bad. It’s 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.

“How is it possible you didn’t deflect that?”

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 enemy’s senses. Or just a really bad bird song.

“Shut up—“

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 Kakashi’s hand found your arm again, stabilizing you in a second. Something was wrong. With you.

“What’s happening?”

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.

“Are you hurt?” He looked over the small cut from the kunai, staining your training pants with blood. “Here?”

It’s 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 strip—enough to wrap around the wound one, two, tree more times — 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 the—pain?

“Kakashi, stop—It’s not—”

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.

“What is it? Was their weapon poisoned?”

No, for fuck’s 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 breathe—

“No!”

“But what?”

“Hell, it’s so fucking embarrassing.”

He was so close that it made your heart pound wildly.

“What? 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.

"I’m fucking… I’m fucking aroused, Kakashi! Okay? God, I wanna die. From all the goddamn things—to be here with…no, fuck!”

Kakashi’s 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.

“It’s like I took 3 bottles of aphrodisiac. It’s similar! I tried before, okay? I’m sure it is—“

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 shouldn’t be here. No, you shouldn’t 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 jōnin from other villages with different rank names he doesn't remember now. Rating the experience, complaining, or praising based on their skills or—but it wasn’t 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.

“We might not be the closest, but I trust you, okay?” What— “I trust you enough to not die here so pathetically from this fucking jutsu—or what the hell is this! I need to—Fuck!”

His eyes widen when you start putting your shirt over your head while his own turn so quickly in shame.

“[Name]—“ He looked around, feeling so stuck his own heart was leaping so hard.

“I really need to do something—please, leave me alone for a second. I don't—"

"No," Kakashi wet his lips. You shouldn’t be alone here. “You shouldn’t be alone. It’s dangerous and—“

“Kakashi, I need to touch myself like right now. Can’t you understand?”

His own breath was enough when his own mind betrayed him.

“Do you want me to help you with that?"

Am I hearing things?

“W-What? Why…why should I let you? It's clear you feel disgusted, and I’ll never force—"

“I’m not. I’m not disgusted.” He’s not at all. You don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not the problem. “We need to resolve this fast, to get out away from this.” But you’re not conscious of consenting to such things, and he feels so damn guilty. “I’ll stay here. I’m not going to look—“

“Are you insane? I could ever—Oh! Fucking hell—I will, fuck—“

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 grey eyes messed with your mind.

"What…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? No—"

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.

“F-Fucking hell.” You start unzipping your pants, hands trembling in need.

“[Name],” Kakashi moistened his lips, catching only a glimpse of your panties. “Breathe. I’ll turn around.” 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 torturous—your 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 Kakashi’s back as you glance down at the pumping veins on his arms, hands — placed on the ground, hidden under that fucking attractive black blouse he usually wears in missions, tightening against his toned body.

He tried to literally ground himself, almost like he could’ve 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 shouldn’t 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. “Turn around.” He flinched, his head shifting imperceptibly. “Please, Kakashi. H-Help me.” 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 couldn’t he? When do you look so devilishly beautiful? “Will you f-fucking help me?” 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. “[Name], there’s no going back from…this.” He let you take his hand to come touch your breast, placing your own on top of his. “I only want you to feel good.” He swallowed hard at your taunting tone. “Yeah?” He palmed your breast slowly, his mouth parted as he watched how you let out sweet notes of pleasure. “Then make me feel good, Kakashi.” 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. “Kiss me.” Fuck. He couldn’t 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. Kakashi’s 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.  Kakashi kissed you gently, carefully, but it wasn’t 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.

“Should I take them off?” 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 you’re not sure what could help you, and the way Kakashi kissed you didn’t help either. He didn’t kiss you like it was the first time. He kissed you like he’s 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, it’s 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. “F-Fuck…” “Feels good?” His moves were fast and quick, knowing there’s 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. “I can’t believe you’re touching me when I’m like this. Why did it happened this way—“ Your own moan cut you off, eyes opening wide.  ‘Why did it happen this way?’ You’re intoxicated. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Kakashi put a hand over your hips to immobilise you, knowing you are already closer to orgasm. “God, you’re damn annoying. You never looked at me before—” 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. “Shh.” “You don’t believe me—you think I’m a fucking liar—” He cupped your cheeks to stop you.  “I believe you.” He doesn’t. He can’t. “Focus on me, [Name].” Your breath catches, opening your mouth in an ‘O.’. “Mhm. Like this. Let go.” 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 entrance—everything drives Kakashi madder. “Mhmm—” you whimpered, feeling him stretching your insides so fast by how soaked you were that he needed to add another one. “Please...” 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. “Put your hands like this.” 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. “Fuck, Kakashi—” 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. “It feels…I can’t—I can’t explain!” He licked his lips, breathing out. “Tell me.” He turned his head to whisper against your ear. “Tell me how it feels.” “I never…Oh, f—” Your eyes roll into your head, feeling a tension in your bones starting to build. His arm gripped yours tighter, his fingers didn’t stop pumping inside. “I feel...like a—p-pressure down there!” “Mmm. You do?” 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 don’t. “Kakashi, w-what—”

He puts his other hand over your belly, near your waistline, adding a pressure you didn’t know you needed. Or you don’t. You didn’t know what you were feeling, a mix of fear and need for something you didn’t 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. “I’ll make you feel good like I promised.” 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. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”

Kakashi pulled back to pant for air, avoiding your gaze to don’t 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 didn’t 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.  Your hand fell from his hair, your fingers brushing over his face, his cheek, as you were completely perplexed by Kakashi, his mouth, his chin—all soaked.  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 just…? No…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 wasn’t here with you from beginning, you wouldn’t know what to do.  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.  He is so fucking good.  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 doesn’t. And right now, it’s 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. “[Name]—” You cupped both of his cheeks, your mouth finding his, shutting him off, barely letting him breathe between your kisses. “How…d-do you feel?” 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.  “Better.” “Then we should—” “Now I want to make you feel good.” 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. “You don’t need to. I only want you to feel capable enough to…”  Kakashi’s 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 it’s not not for too long make him more alerted. Kakashi doesn’t have infinite chakra, and he would really need to preserve it. What if the ambush happens again after you both want to leave and— “But I want to. Can I?” He glanced down at you, seeing more clearly your intoxicated gaze and your rushed, desperate movements, like that cursed pollen didn’t 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. “Can I, Kakashi?” He’s completely done. You’ll definitely hate him, won’t you? Still, he tried again to stop you. “I’d…rather make you feel good.” His hand came on your shoulder when you nuzzled your face here, feeling the urge to escape the prison of your seductive spells. “I want to feel you inside my mouth, please. I need it.” Kakashi’s eyes widen, more aroused by the way you speak and look at him, playing with the edge of his trousers.

He didn’t realize he nodded.  Kakashi didn’t even hear the rustle of the leaves swirling in the wind, his knees scraping the ground, or his pants’ zipper being dragged down—only 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. He’s still surprised he didn’t 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. “Ah…” 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 couldn’t 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. “God, I wish you were like this instead of me.” Kakashi closed his eyes, breathing heavily. You whisper before coming to take him in your mouth again. “To see you more like this.” 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 moan— 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. “Y-Yes? Would you like me to lose composure like that for you?” 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 didn’t have any intent to do so, trying only to offer you what you wanted with his body, not like he wasn’t feeling extremely pleased by the fact you were just kneeling between his legs with his dick in your mouth. He is despicable, isn’t he? As he tried to provide you more pleasure, touching your breast, your back, your face—his whole body stuck him in place, incapable of doing more when you didn’t 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 didn’t stop. “[Name], please—stop. I’ll—” 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.

Kakashi’s face was so intimate you felt your chest pumping violently, and not because of the sex. You’re not sure who was more desperate to lap the other’s 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.  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 don’t 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. “Strip your clothes off.” His amused glint was here by how demanding you sounded, yet Kakashi was also…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, Kakashi’s breath rested in his throat for a second by your words.  “You’re so beautiful.” 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.  His bad luck comes from the fact his mask couldn’t save him both times today. You thought you imagined it when you saw his face flustered. But he didn’t 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. “You’re more beautiful, believe me.” He didn’t realize he only riled you by the way his fingers caressed your back. “Very beautiful and alluring.” Or by the way his hoarse voice whispered praises in your ear.

Kakashi only hoped you’d come to your senses until he heard your voice. “Kakashi… Please, I need you to…” He brushed his lips over yours, pleading with his eyes for you to not say it. “To what?” You kissed him slowly, sensually, nipping his bottom lip between your teeth. You lowered yourself on him, feeling his dick twitch at the movement. “To feel me.” He looked in another direction, trying to blink away the desire you light inside of him. “Are you sure? Do you want to...” Your hands come over him, your forehead rests against him as you try to make him look at you. “Don’t make me humiliate myself more, Kakashi. Fuck me, please—” His eyes widen at your words, feeling the urge to wipe them off with his lips pressing against yours. “[Name], you’ll hate me if—” “I’m the one taking advantage!”

He swallowed, shaking his head, yet his grip tightened on your thighs as you moved slowly.  “You’re not in your right mind—“ 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. “S-So you don’t want to…”

His hand comes to take your face in his hands, pecking your lips.  “I do.” He let his lips leave his love marks against your skin, showing his care. “I’ll do it.” 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. “Can I?” “Yes. Do what you want. Inside me, please—“ His dick started entering you, and Kakashi’s lungs had no air left at the feeling, still he focus was on all your faces.  “F-Fuck.” You’re so wet, yet his girth makes you struggle from this position. He grasps you tight, whispering encouraging, sweet nonsense in your ears. “I’m here. I’m here.” 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.  “Please, relax. It’s going to hurt if you don’t—”

You head rested against his, both foreheads covered with little drops of sweat. “I don’t care.” You take him all in in that moment, making your head fall back and him groaning at the addictive feeling. “Take me.” How could he not respond to that?

He raised his hips, hitting exactly where you want him to. “Oh God—“ Your legs burn so sweet as you ride his dick. “Y-Yes, yes—Like that.” His dick feels so good inside you. You tremble in need, filling his ear with your cries. And Kakashi was not better. “I need more. Baby, p-please.” Baby? His heart can’t take too much of this. Kakashi’s arm rested high on your back, now his hand come around your neck. “Don’t move.” He lowered you on the ground, slipping slowly in the process. He looked over your face, assessing how aware you are.  “Kakashi, I swear to God—“

There’s no point of stopping now. “Spread your legs for me. Can you do that?” You almost bite your lip, your cheeks flushed instantly as your closed legs now start spreading for Kakashi. He is sure he shouldn’t be allowed to deserve this. Your arms over your chest were quickly set aside by him before one rested on his elbows. “I’m sure you’ll hate me.” “I can’t hate you—“ He stopped you with his dick coming back inside you, not yet used to the incredible feeling. Kakashi can see you better now, and he’s not sure if it’s 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. You’re sure. And it’s not because of the toxins. You already felt you sweat at least half of it out. Kakashi’s 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. “Here?” “Mhm!” 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 didn’t need long. Soon enough, air left your lungs at every harsh, deep thrust until he started going faster, nodding frantically at him. “I’m going to cum again— Kakashi, please!” He claimed your lips. “Do it. You can do it.” He whispered against them. “I need you too, sweetheart.” “Oh God—Mhmmm! You feel so good. So fucking good. Do I feel good for you?” “Y-Yes.” Like heaven. “So good.”

You’re so damn talkative. Who would’ve 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 that’s 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. “Baby, no. I’m on the—“ You could be. That’s not a problem. That’s a thing he should speak when you’re in your right mind. If this were ever to happen again. Kakashi hopes it will. It will crush him if not. He realized he doesn’t want anyone else. In any way. He begged you back, his eyes compelling you as his dick was punishing (pleasuring) your insides. You’re not sure. “Please, listen to me.” 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 didn’t 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 didn’t stop spurring that you’re sure you never heard something so attractive. You didn’t 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.  “You’re feeling okay?” His lower, deeper voice, like a cradle song. “Tell me, [Name].” Kakashi left a kiss on your forehead.  “Mhm, mhm.” 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. “Do you like me, Kakashi?” He paused his wandering hands over the ground, completely taken aback.  You’ll probably not remember his answer. That’s his hope. But he didn’t look at you when he said it. “I do.” You murmured against his chest one more time before your body slowly let you fall asleep in less than a minute. “Your heart beats so fast.” He sighed, tugging you against him so you wouldn’t get cold, or…for other reasons too. Kakashi mumbled, resting his head on yours.  “You should hear yours.” 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.  🍃 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 Kakashi’s blanket—which he’d 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 wearable—that is, pants and a top. Your underwear was hanging on a wire, stuck deep into the rock so it wouldn’t 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. “How do you feel?” 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. “Surprisingly, I feel much better than I did before the mission. You took care of me,” you added, your voice lowered a tone. “...Thank you.”

Kakashi hummed, not mentioning the fact that helping someone shouldn’t 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. “Did you mean what you said?” You groaned while both your palms tried to hide your face, too red to blame on the fire. “Can we not speak about it? It was humiliating.” He answered shortly, much like your response. “Did I make you feel bad?” “No.” “Good.” 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. “...Yes. I meant it.” 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. “Quite surprising.” 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. “How so?” His tone was amused, dissipating the tension in the icy air the night provided. “You were not exactly the friendliest person before. I usually catch it quickly when someone is interested.” You placed your hands on either side of your body, leaning back as you snorted, a mirthful glint in your eyes. “I’m sorry that the perceptive Kakashi Hatake himself didn’t uncover my feelings. You’re not so easy to read either, by the way.” He breathed out a laugh, not retorting for once. Kakashi wasn’t the only one curious about what had happened, about what you had both said. You started carefully. “How were you not affected by the pollen?” He took part of his mask between his fingers, tapping it back against his face. “I made some changes to it. It’s now enchanted with a material that blocks toxins in the air.” “That’s cheating.” “Don’t tell anyone.”

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. “Did you also mean what you said?” His answer came after a minute. “...In a way.” Oh. He glanced at you then, seeing how you had switched places from how you had been before your question—you weren’t 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t as comfortable with as before. “So it was only sexual?” Kakashi realized by the trembling tone in your voice that you had understood him in the worst way possible. “No, [Name].” His eyes widened, distressed, as he saw half your face, a tear tracing your cheek. “Don’t...” 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. “That’s not what... I meant.” You wiped the tears away with the back of your hand. “Yeah, sure. Whatever you say.” 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 didn’t understand yet. “It’s... I didn’t consider this before. It was surprising for me.” “Okay.” 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, that’s what he thought. “I wasn’t unaffected like you think. Not only in the way of having you like this.” You furrowed your brows, tilting your head but still not looking at him. “So you meant the other parts or not?” You both spoke so vaguely that if anyone else listened, they wouldn’t understand a thing. “...Yes.” You scoffed, letting out a harsh breath. “I don’t know what to believe.” He didn’t know either. “I understand,” Kakashi admitted eventually. “I never... tried before.” “What? A relationship?” You looked back, your eyes meeting for a second. Fuck, wrong move. Your gaze lingered on his expression, one you hadn’t seen before. He nodded, and you found yourself turning until you faced him fully, both of you sitting on the ground. “I can’t say I’m much different. You know what assholes I’ve met before. But... you’re not that kind of asshole.” 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. “God, if you say this to anyone else, I swear—” He shook his head, cutting you off. “Don’t worry. I’ll never do something like that.” You whispered, searching for him without realizing it. For that part of him you needed now. “I get the feeling you wouldn’t.” 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 didn’t know. “I don’t want to raise your hopes for nothing.” You studied his face. His words sounded like a rejection, but his tone and expression didn’t match them. You tried something else. “Okay. I get it. You’re allergic to feelings.” He chuckled. “I guess I am. But...”

You tilted your head instantly. “But?” “I’m not sure. I felt something once and never found it again until... you.” You gulped. “What does that mean, Kakashi? Do you want me to be your...” No. That wasn’t the appropriate question. He should be the one. Kakashi interrupts you. “Do you want to be my... cure?” “Yes.”

Your heart has a mind of its own, otherwise you couldn’t 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. His voice was hoarse, finally feeling at peace for showing without guilt how much he feels for you. “Kakashi, we really shouldn’t—”

“One more time.”

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 it—cheeks 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 you’re sure now of what you see and feel, and his subtle smile didn’t 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.  “Come on, let’s switch. I’ll stay awake until morning.”

His answer is coming shortly.

“No, don’t worry.”

Your threatening tone wasn’t missed. “Kakashi.” He didn’t 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. “Then, we stay together.” 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.

“Sasuke?”

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 didn’t 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.

“I’m home.”

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.

“You are.”

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 — 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.

“Rough mission?”

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.

“Are you tired?”

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?

“It’s because of what I said last time?” His lips touched your skin, travelling lower from behind your flushed ears to your neck and below. Sasuke didn’t confirm it directly, but you know nothing is left unnoticed by him; being observant is in his nature.

“You were wrong.”

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.

“I was?”

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 there—with hardened nubs behind your top, a strap falling on your shoulder, shorts rising up, and a flushed face only he could cause.

“Sasuke…”

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.

“I-I want you…” 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.

“Nghh—Sasuke, please—“

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 begins 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.

“[Name]…”

“Yes—Y-yes! I want to feel you now, Sasuke—“

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.

“Oh my—“ It didn’t 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.

“You feel so…good.”

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.

“More. I need more, b-baby—”

He hissed when you squeezed around him. He grabbed both of your hands behind your back, then laid his over them while his thrust shook you until your legs quivered. You didn’t have a choice but to take him. Not that you didn’t 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 help—

“Come with me.”

His arm comes in front of you, fingers moving fast around your swollen clit. Sasuke didn’t 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.

Sasuke’s 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.

“I see someone really missed me.”

Not only like this. Never only like this.

“…Yes.” The rest followed in a hushed tone that you think you imagined it. “More than you know.”

A/N: The title came randomly at me and I didn’t 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.