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Fluff | Comfort | Established Relationship | Naruto AU | Coming back to Konoha after a long mission, the only thing on your mind is being in his arms.
Team 7 is in their usual training area.
The smell of grass, dust and effort lingering in the air long after the kids took a break.
Sun shining brightly over the field.
Half-eaten lunch while the team rests under the shade of a tree.
Energy and adrenaline still lingering in their bodies like muscle memory.
Naruto is mid-rant about something deeply importantโ probably ramen.
Sakura pretending to be annoyed, looking for Sasuke's reaction.
And Sasuke being true to himselfโ barely listening to the noise coming from the blonde kid's mouth.
A few feet away, hidden from the sun, Kakashi sat like he always does.
Legs stretched out, back against a tree, completely unfazed by the chaos around him.
One hand holding a small orange book that seems to be chained to him.
The pages are already well-loved, like he's read it at least ten times since last night.
Make-Out Paradise, of course.
"And then I told himโ Hey! Are you even listening?" Naruto snaps, pointing at his sensei.
No response from the Copy Ninja.
Kakashi turns a page.
Sakura sighs. "He never listens."
"I do." Kakashi says, mildly, his eye still focused on the book. "You said something about creating a new jutsu.
Naruto blinks. "Do you think Iโ"
The wind shifts, rustling the leaves of the trees surrounding the team.
Stealing Kakashi's attention.
Listening to every detail.
That's what makes him one of the best ninja's of the village.
The kids keep talking away.
Unlike their sensei, they don't notice the still look on Kakashi.
The fact that he stops turning pages.
Thenโ
Unhurried footsteps dragging softly on the grass.
Familiar.
Kakashi doesn't even look up from his book.
Nobody can copy your footsteps, your smell or your presence.
"You're late." he asks casually.
Naruto's attention drifts back to the man. "Huh?"
Like right on cue you come into view of team 7.
Walking toward them slower than usual.
Shoulders slightly slumped.
No blood on your uniform.
But the dark circles under your eyes indicate that it'll take more than a simple nap to get rid of them.
"Hey!" Naruto calls out to you, waving his hand from were he's sitting down to eat.
You manage a small smile in their direction.
Sakura's posture straightening, reflexes kicking in. "You okay?"
"Just exhausted," you admit, trying to reassure them.
Kakashi moves as you got closer to him.
His eye still on the book.
But the arm that isn't busy holding his priceless possession lifts slightly.
Like a quiet invitation.
Opening space beside him.
No words.
No fuss.
A silent certainty.
You don't hesitate.
You drop down into the grass and curl into his side like instinct.
Your head resting on his upper chest.
A hand circling his waist, like making sure he won't disappear.
A leg over his, making him a human body pillow.
To be honest, once you entered the village, you didn't even grab food, or took a shower or written your report.
Your mind, body and chakra running on empty to be able to think clearly.
Just habits guiding you to him.
Maybe because he feels like home.
Maybe because he smells like safety.
Kakashi adjust his book around you.
Letting you settle before his free hand rests in the middle of your back.
Like a habit rooted so deeply he doesn't even think about it.
Still not looking down, still calm.
"Thought I'd find you at home," he murmurs, low enough, only meant for you.
"You kidding? You're too comfy." you whisper back, already sinking into him. His lean muscles and the fabric of his clothes offering the best nest for you right now.
A few seconds of silence.
His heartbeat steady rhythm, the birds chirping, the gentle breeze...
Your eyes close, ready to drift.
His hand on your back immobile, like waiting for something.
"You hurt?"
"No."
That's all he needs from you.
Like a confirmation that you will wake up again.
That his world is still intact.
The hand on your back moving slowly, carefully.
Tracing back and forth between the nape of your neck, your shoulder blades before trailing down your spine.
The pattern predictable.
Certain.
Safe.
"...good." He says, to himself, to the wind.
It's the last thing you hear before finally drifting to sleep.
Your breathing evens out, the weight of your body fully relaxed against him.
Naruto stares at the scene. "...she just...fell asleep?" he whispers as best he can.
Sakura tilts her head clasping her hands together in front of her. "This is the cutest thing ever! Don't you think Sasuke?"
Sasuke glances over, before looking away just as quickly. Pretending he didn't notice anything at all.
Kakashi turns a page, still holding the book with one hand.
Unbothered.
Unfazed.
Like everything that happened in the last five minutes is totally ordinary.
Naruto leans toward Sakura, his voice barely contained. "Is this normal?"
Sakura shush him immediately. "Be quiet!"
"I am quiet!"
"No you're not!"
Kakashi sighs softly, finally glancing up. "Try being quieter," he says, voice steady, not harsh, not angry.
But the look in his eye makes Naruto freeze.
"...right." He whispers.
And just like thatโ
The loudest ninja in the village is silent.
Because under the trees, the world is soft.
Team 7 unusually calm.
Kakashi reading his book with his arm around you.
Always aware, always present.
Because sometimes, home is a place, a roomโ
And sometimes it's a person.
โก probably inspired by a nap, honestly โก
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โจ๏ธYou ask Kakashi to summon his ninken just so you can play with them, but he's... like, the Hokageโจ๏ธ
Characters: Kakashi x reader
CW: none, fluff ๐ถ
"Y-you want me to use my chakra to summon my pack of ultra-rare ninja dogs, specialised in tracking and combat, just so you can play with them?" Kakashi asked, scratching the back of his head.
You happened to blurt out your unusual request at probably the worst possible moment. He had just walked out of the hokage tower, followed by Konoha's elders, who shot you dissaproving looks.
"I don't have time, I'm sorry, random citizen," Kakashi said a little louder than necessary.
Before you could react, he suddenly pointed at something high in the sky with a muffled gasp.
You and the elders looked up immediately.
There was nothing, but the ordinary evening sky.
At the same time, something landed in your hand. A folded piece of paper.
You looked at Kakashi in confusion, but he was still scanning the sky.
"What is it, Lord Hokage?" one of the elders asked, visibly alarmed.
"Oh... I must have imagined it," Kakashi said lightly. "Well, please excuse me. Duty calls!"
He quikly turned around and hurried down the street.
The elders exchanged puzzled glances, shrugged, and headed back into the building.
You unfolded the note.
"In 5 minutes at the park"
*
You were sitting on the grass, surrounded by eight dogs of every size and color. The sea of curious noses, soft ears, and wagging tails made you happier than you could put into words.
Kakashi sat in the shade with his back against the tree. Reading, of course.
"Thanks for helping me escape," he said, glancing at you over his book. "One more hour in that office and i would've lost my mind."
Kakashi Hatake proving the suffocating tension between you two was completely mutual.
Proofread: For the most part, yes | Word count: 7.3k | Warnings: MDNI! Smut, PWP, friends to lovers, mutual pining, touch-starved fem!reader, unmasked!Kakashi, ALMOST a dom-ish!Kakashi (he was desperate, your honor). Lots of filthy dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, fingering, cunnilingus, ass spanking, breeding kink/creampie. A bit of aftercare & soft fluff ending. Kakashi and reader have a somewhat established relationship full of unresolved sexual tension, so itโs HEAVILY IMPLIED heโs very comfortable around her. Hence his feral personality when fucking her brains out ;) This man is putting the Make Out series to WORK! Readers are free to scroll past if this specific character interpretation does not align with their comfort levels.
A/n: I wanted to write a very, very, VERY dirty one with Kakashi for quite some time now. Not my usual one with him, but I wanted so much tension that this man would come out of his shell and give his all. The idea came to me in a convo with my sweet girlie pop @ichxraaa, sheโs an amazing writer btw, and supported this crazy idea immediatly! ๐ค Enjoy this dirty-mouth version. And thank you for almost 100 followers <333
But whenever you saw him fixing something, working on something and using his hands, he looked even hotter. As fuck!ย
You spent a ridiculous amount of time with him. It passed the point of coincidence months ago. Wherever Kakashi went, you were usually standing right beside him. You watched him file mission reports at the Hokage tower. You watched him repair target posts at the academy. You watched his fingers turn the pages of his novel. You were completely hyper-fixated on his hands.ย
Those fucking big hands that you wanted him to use to choke you.ย
Finger you.ย
Play with your throbbing clit.ย
Spank your ass while fucking you dumb to the point youโd forget your own name.ย
It became an agonizing reality. You caught yourself tracking the very prominent veins trailing down his wrists, imagining those exact calloused fingers mapping the curve of your waist. You got flushed just watching him tie his boots. At a certain point, it became almost irritating to just stand there staring at him and not being able to ride his face.
The two of you became trapped in this dangerous game. You were not lovers, but you were undeniably more than friends.ย
Way more than friends.ย
The entire village felt the weight of it. Just yesterday, you waited for him near the local dango shop, and when he approached you, you two sat down and started talking while sharing some food. Genma, who was nearby, leaned against a brick wall talking to Aoba. Both jลnin had been silently watching your and Kakashiโs interactions that afternoon since you were all in the same place.ย
โSo, are they lovers?" Aoba asked. He saw Kakashi hand you a peeled orange, his thumb brushing your palm. Kakashi had always been very specific about the way he peeled his orange, taking all the time he needed. And you definitely would never rush him. The pleasure of watching those hands perform the most mundane tasks was all you could ever ask for. Genma shifted the senbon in his mouth. โIโd say worse! They won't admit the tension between them." And he was absolutely right.
The denial only made the proximity worse.ย
As far as you had noticed, it also wasnโt one-sided. Kakashi took pride in doing small favors for you, or just simply existing by your side when you were the one busy, and he had time to kill. His hand, his touch, would always find its way to you. On the small of your back, brushing against your hands, or simply positioned on top of your thigh. Not too close to feel the heat of your cunt, but almost close enough to the curve of your thigh. Whenever you looked at him, he would already be staring.
Today was no different. He walked you home after your afternoon shift and invited you to dinner like he always did, but suggested going out so you could enjoy a meal outside as the spring made its way to the village and the sunsets were to die for.ย
The walk was filled with that usual friendly teasing. The kind that slowly morphed into something awkward the second your shoulders bumped. But there was something really different about todayโs mood between you and Kakashi.ย
You just didnโt know if it was the way his fingers brushed against your hand for longer than usual, as if he needed more courage to take your hand in his. Or maybe his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through the middle of the crowd in places that you had been to countless times. Or was it the way his eyes held onto yours for what seemed like forever, like he had already claimed you as his. Could it be the way he gripped your waist and pulled you close when someone almost bumped into you, knowing damn well you could easily dodge the obstacle?
His very manly presence was screaming today right beside you, and it only made your cunt warmer. So fucking hotter. So fucking wet. You could swear you would drip at any given moment. Your panties were more than soaked by now.ย
Kakashi was somehow different. More alert, more grounded, and perhaps more aware of the ridiculous tension screaming between the two of you.
Once you made it home, he stepped into your living room and made himself comfortable plopping down on the couch. Seeing him manspreading on your off-white couch added gas to the fire in your panties. You were this close to tying your hair up and sucking the life out of him till he cummed in your mouth and you swallowed every drip.
Instead, you told him you needed a few minutes to change out of your uniform. You needed a shower. A really, really cold shower. Maybe you needed to drown yourself in an ice bath.
He simply nodded, pulling out his book, looking highly amused for no reason whatsoever.
You took your time in the bath. You tried to compose yourself, tried to ignore the fact that one of the most lethal shinobi in Konoha was becoming your personal sexual frustration.
When you finally walked back out, he was not on the couch. He was standing in your kitchen fixing a loose hinge on your cabinet. His hands were now free from his fingerless gloves.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Why the fuck would he tempt you like that today?
He had discarded his flak jacket somewhere in the living room. His black shirt was entirely too snug across his broad back.
You made a mental note right then about Kakashi being the only mountain youโd ever want to climb.
His sleeves were rolled past his elbows. Consequently, his forearms were on full display. The scarred muscles flexed with every meticulous turn of his wrist. His long fingers gripped the metal tool with so much ease.
You stood frozen in the doorway. You just watched him work as a heavy pool of desire settled deep in your stomach. He finished tightening the screw. He tested the wooden door, shutting it perfectly.
A muscle ticked in his jaw. The infamous jaw thing that drove you crazy. He wiped a smudge of grease from his thumb and made his way to the kitchen sink to wash his hands. He wiped them dry and seemed to finally notice you there. He turned and caught you staring.
He did not look away. The air in the room turned thick. His visible eye tracked the flush creeping up your neck as you bit your bottom lip.
You inhaled deeply, your chest rising with the sudden lack of oxygen as Kakashi stepped into your space. You didn't step back. The scent of clean cotton wrapped around you.
He looked down. His gaze dropped directly to your lips. His pupils were blown wide, and you were so sure the heat between your legs was growing hot again.
He was NOT escaping you today.
Your gaze met his. You dropped yours to his nose, still covered up under his black mask, and to the outline of his lips brushing against it.
Slowly, your right hand made its way to the fabric on his face, resting there for a few seconds. His fingers touched yours, and for a moment he melted under your touch.
You started pulling his mask down slowly. You didnโt want to cross any boundaries here, so you gave him all the time he needed to back out.
But he didnโt. And when you pulled it all down, he looked at you like he was starving, ready to have his meal served right there.
His hands went to your waist, pulling you closer so your freshly clean body would collapse into his.
You didnโt even have time to think. The moment his knuckles grazed your jaw, he claimed you. His mouth crashed down on yours. He devoured you instantly, wrecking any remaining composure you had with a deep kiss.
Fucking finally.
You met his desperation head-on, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling his unmasked face down deeper into yours. His tongue swiped against yours in a slick rhythm that made your knees buckle.
A ragged moan ripped from the back of your throat, swallowed entirely by his mouth. The moment the sound left your lips, his grip tightened around you.
Oh!
He didn't break the kiss, not even for air. He tasted like mint and dangerous tension. He pulled back for a second, just long enough to sink his teeth into your bottom lip. You gasped, your head snapping back, but he immediately caught you, his thumb smoothing over the slight sting.
He started moving, guiding you backward out of the kitchen, his body a solid weight pressing you through the hallway. It was a beautiful mess. Almost enough to make you come undone in that moment.
You stumbled against the wall with a dull thud. He anticipated the impact, immediately shifting his large hand to the back of your head, cradling your skull so you didn't get hurt.
He used the leverage to press you flat against the drywall, sinking his teeth into the sensitive cord of your neck, making you whimper.
โKakashi, you are driving me crazy over here,โ you whispered between moans. Your thighs pressed against each other to calm your pussy down a bit before the right moment.
You knew your house so perfectly, you didnโt need to look. You just needed to feel him. You hit the corner of the small table in the hallway. He didn't even flinch. He just shifted his other hand to the small of your back, guiding you around the obstacle without breaking the rhythm of his tongue in your mouth.
Your hand moved to his silver strands. You loved his hair so much, and oftentimes youโd imagine yourself gripping it so tightly as his face would be buried between your legs, eating you out so good.
So fucking good.
You removed his headband in a single movement, revealing his scarred eye.
Another heavy bump against the bedroom doorframe. He groaned, a primal sound that vibrated straight through his chest and into yours. He pushed you back against the wall. His dark eye locked onto yours, completely blown wide with a desperate hunger.
"You have been driving me insane," he rasped, his voice rough and breathless. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
Tonight you were getting over the tension. Tonight, you were finally climbing the mountain.
โNo one else is touching me anywhere closer to where I want you to, Kakashi!โ His body went rigid. You felt the bulge in his pants touching your thigh. He shoved the door open. You tumbled backward, pulling him down with you as your back finally hit the mattress.
The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he followed you down, one arm bracing his bulk above you while the other remained locked around your waist. For a breathless second, he just hovered there, his exposed face inches from yours, both eyes unguarded and fixed on you with an intensity that made your stomach clench.
Then his mouth found your neck again.
He licked a stripe up the column of your throat, and you arched into him with a strangled cry. His teeth scraped over your pulse point just hard enough to sting, and when he sucked the skin between his lips, you knew there'd be a mark tomorrow.
You'd wear it proudly.
His mark.
His claim.
His hips settled between your thighs, and the hard length of him pressed against your core through layers of fabric. You both groaned at the contact, the friction so devastatingly insufficient that your nails dug into his shoulders.
"Kakashi hmmโโ His name came out so broken, so desperate.
"Tell me," he murmured against your throat, his breath hot and unsteady. "Tell me how long you've wanted this." His hips rolled once, grinding the hard ridge of him against your soaked pussy. Even through your clothes, the pressure sent a bolt of electricity straight to your clit, and your back bowed off the mattress. Youโve always suspected Kakashi was big, but now, feeling him even still fully-clothed, you were sure.
"Months," you gasped, your fingers tangling in his silver hair and tugging hard enough to make him hiss. "God, Kakashiโฆmonths. Every time youโahโevery time you worked on something, every time I watched your hands, those fucking delicious hands, every time you breathed the same air as me.โ
"Months?" His voice dropped to something dark and velvety, a sound that made your cunt clench around nothing. He pulled back just enough to look at you, both eyes burning. "You've been soaking through your panties for months thinking about my hands?"
You swallowed hard, unable to deny it. "Yes."
A low chuckle rumbled through his chest, one of his eyebrows arched. "That's a long time to be so uncomfortable,โ His thumb traced the line of your jaw, calloused pad catching slightly on your bottom lip. "All those times you stood beside me, watching. Were you this wet then? Dripping while I filed reports?"
You nodded, shameless now. "Every. Single. Time."
His eye darkened, the Sharingan spinning slowly as it tracked the flush spreading down your neck. "Do you know how difficult it was? Keeping my hands off you when you looked at me like that? With those puppy eyes begging for something. Like you wanted me to take you right there in the Hokage's office?"
"I did," you breathed. "I wanted you to bend me over that desk when you were filling those reports andโโ
"Don't." His grip on your jaw tightened, not painfully, but firm enough to still your words. His nose brushing against yours. โDon't say things like that unless you are sure you want whatโs coming next.โ
โGive it to me, then.โ You rolled your hips up against him, and his breath hitched just barely to make your pulse spike.
His eye flickered, something primal and unguarded cracking through him. The muscle in his jaw ticked once, twice, and then his mouth curved into a grin so wicked it made your thighs press together beneath him. In front of you no longer the Kakashi with a lazy posture, without a single care in the world. You had now unlocked the raw version of a man desperate for his release.ย
โI really need you to be sure.โ His hands moved to the hem of your shirt. Not rushing.
Never rushing.
Just intentional in the way his fingers bunched the fabric, knuckles dragging up your bare stomach inch by torturous inch. The calloused pads traced your ribs, leaving trails of fire across your skin, and you shivered beneath him.ย
His touch would be the death of you.
You nodded while looking at him. The silent consent he needed to let go and lose himself, lose his self-restraint.ย
He took his time pulling the shirt over your head, his gaze devouring every inch of newly exposed skin like he was memorizing it. Cataloging it. When the fabric cleared your face, he tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, his attention fixed entirely on you.
"Look at you," he breathed. His palm smoothed over your collarbone, down the swell of your breast still hidden beneath your bra. The rough calluses dragged across the lace, and your nipple peaked instantly under the rub. "Every time you stood next to me, I wondered what you'd look like underneath all of your clothes. I thought about it so much it distracted me from missions."
Your back arched off the bed, pressing yourself into his touch. "Kakashi."
"Patience." The word was a low thrum against your collarbone. His lips barely grazed the bone as he spoke. "I waited months to get my hands on you. I am going to take my time."
โPlease, donโt keep your hands to yourself. I am all yours,โ you whispered close to his cheek. You watched a sudden shiver raise the fine hairs along the nape his neck and ear.
His fingers found the clasp of your bra at your spine, and with a single flick the fabric went slack. He slid the straps down your arms with an agonizing slowness, peeling it away like he was unwrapping something sacred.
When your breasts were finally bare to him, Kakashi went still. Completely and unnervingly still. His eyes blew wide tracking the rise and fall of your chest, the way your nipples hardened under his gaze alone.
โYouโre so beautiful,โ he exhaled. His hand cupped your breast, his palm dragging over the sensitive peak, and you whimpered at the contact. "I've imagined this. Every night for months, I imagined this."
His thumb slowly circled your nipple watching your face contort with every stroke. โKakashiโฆYou have no idea what you do to me." He pinched your nipples gently, rolling the hardened buds between his thumb and forefinger, and your hips bucked up against him as if his body was a magnet attracting yours. "No idea how many times I had to excuse myself just to calm down because you stood too close." The words tumbled out, breathless and needy.ย
His mouth replaced his fingers; hot and wet. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he sucked hard, pulling the sensitive peak deep into his mouth. You cried out as your fingers scrabbled against his broad shoulders. Every time he sucked your breasts youโd pull your body closer to him, as if you could combine both in one intense pleasure.
You were never complaining about the Make out series ever again.ย
He groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting straight to your clit. It was calling his name, begging Kakashi to go down on you and make you see stars.
His other hand wasn't idle; it blazed a path down your stomach, his fingertips tracing the muscles that jumped beneath his touch, dipping into the dip of your navel before finding the waistband of your pants. He paused there.ย
Just...stopped.
His fingers hooked beneath the elastic, but he didn't move. He just lingered there, his breath hot against your damp nipple, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the jut of your hipbone.
You whined, actually whined, and tilted your hips up in silent pleading. You needed Kakashi to fuck your brains out.
"Kakashi."
"Hmm?" The sound pulsed against your breast. His thumb continued its maddening circle on your hipbone, dipping just slightly beneath the waistband before retreating. "You need something?"
Was he really taunting you at a time like this?
"You know I do."
"Say it." He lifted his head from your chest, his lips slick and swollen from a mix of kissing you and sucking on your tits, his eyes filled with hunger. "I want to hear you say it."
"Touch me," you breathed, the words barely audible over the pounding of your own heart. "Please, Kakashi. Stop teasing and just touch me."
โWhere?โ
โMy pussy, please.โ
A satisfied purr vibrated in his chest, but again, he didn't rush. Instead, he shifted his weight, pressing a wet kiss to the center of your sternum before focusing on his descent. His lips traced the path of his hand, down the center of your ribs, over your quivering stomach, stopping only when he reached the waistband of your pants.
"Good," he murmured, hooking his fingers into the fabric. "Lift your hips for me. Let me take care of this needy cunt of yours.โ
You lifted your hips without hesitation, the motion so fast it was almost ungraceful, and he stripped the fabric down your legs with agonizing slowness.ย
The quiet ones really are the worst.
Whatever cool air left in the room hit your feverish skin, but the chill was nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as it raked over you. You were left in nothing but your panties.
Drenched, ruined, and practically transparent.
Kakashi stilled, his eyes fixed on the wet patch between your thighs. A muscle jumped in his jaw, and his chest rose and fell sharply.
โOh,โ he breathed, the word cracking in the middle. He dragged his gaze up your body, meeting your eyes with a look that was half reverence, half starvation. "You're soaking wet.โ
Your hips twitched under the scrutiny, a new wave of slick heat leaking out of you. "Kakashi, please. Do something."
โHmm, I intend to." His hand moved, the back of his knuckles brushing against the drenching wet fabric of your panties. The light touch was electric, a spark that shot straight up your spine, and you gasped, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase the contact.
"Look at this," his gaze was locked between your legs, fixed on the damp dark fabric that clung desperately to your skin. โSo wet. Did you get this wet just watching me fix that cabinet? Just from staring at my hands?"
"Yes," you moaned, unable to lie, unable to do anything but beg for the friction he was denying you.ย
He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, dragging them down your legs in one single motion. The air hit your dripping core, cool compared to the feverish heat radiating from your body, but the relief was short-lived. He tossed the fabric aside and settled back between your thighs, his broad shoulders pushing your legs wider apart.
โLegs on my shoulder nowโ his eyes were locked on your glistening folds, with pupils blown so wide they were almost entirely swallowed by black. โI wanna lick every drop of your cunt.โ
"Stop toying with me...โ You whimpered, your body bucking involuntarily toward his face. The need to feel his mouth on your pussy was so painful.
He didn't make you wait any longer. He lowered his head and licked a broad flat stripe up your center.
Your back bowed off the mattress, a broken cry tearing from your throat as his tongue circled your clit with precision. He wasnโt taking his time just licking; he worshipped every part of your cunt. He flattened his tongue to lap up your slick, moaning low in his throat like he was tasting the finest meal in Konoha, before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking hard.
"Oh godโKakashi!" Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling in the silver strands to anchor yourself against the tidal wave of pleasure. He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air over your wet folds, grinning when you whimpered at the loss. โI'm not stopping until you're dripping down my chin."
His tongue delved deeper, parting your folds with a filthy wet sound that echoed through the room. He wasn't holding back anymore. The slow exploration was replaced by an overwhelming rhythm. He sealed his mouth over your clit and sucked, his tongue flicking the sensitive bundle of nerves in punishing strokes while his fingers traced your entrance.
"You taste so good," he groaned, the words whirring against your soaked flesh. "Fuck, why the FUCK do you taste so good?"
Your head lifted before falling hard against the pillows, your fingers tightening in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting, but he only moaned in appreciation. "Kakashiโplease, I'mโ"
"Close already? I guess you really were that needy,โ and he did not wait for an answer. No. He was having so much fun already.
Instead, he slid two fingers inside you, the sudden stretch making your gasp turn into a ragged moan. Your mouth formed a perfect โOโ
The intrusion in your cunt was intense. His fingers were thick and curled instantly to find that spot inside you that made your vision blur. He pumped them in and out with a ruthless tempo, the wet, the obscene sounds of your cunt sucking him in filling the room.
"Kakashi! Oh, godโright there, please!"
"I know, baby. I know," he rasped, his voice against your inner thigh. He didn't let up. If anything, the pace of his fingers increased, the slick sounds of your cunt squelching around him becoming his guilty pleasure. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? Gonna cum all over my fingers?"
"Y-yes! Kakashi, please, don't stop!"
He curled his fingers upward again, striking your pleasure spot with ruthless accuracy while his tongue lashed against your clit. He touched you like he already knew every inch of your body.
The dual sensation was too much. Tension seized your core, forcing your spine to curve abruptly off the bed in pure surrender, a silent scream tearing from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. Your thighs clamped around his head, your cunt spasming violently around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through you.
You were still trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm rippling through your muscles when Kakashi started kissing his way back up your body. He didn't give you a moment to recover, his mouth tracing a scorching path over your stomach, between your breasts, until he was hovering over you again, his chin glistening with your arousal.
He looked wrecked. The usually composed Copy Ninja was gone, replaced by a man craving you, your body, while his chest was heaving with every uneven breath.
"Kakashi," you breathed, reaching for him, needing to feel his skin against yours.
He didn't give you time to catch your breath. With a groan that sounded like it was torn from the bottom of his chest, he reared back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and yanking it over his head in one fluid motion.
The air left your lungs at the sight of him. Youโd seen him shirtless before. The training scars, the missions gone wrong, but this was different. His pale skin was glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, the muscles of his chest and abdomen flexing as he moved.
But it was the scars that made your mouth go dry, the map of his survival etched into his skin. You wanted to trace every single one with your tongue.
"Like what you see?" he rasped, a hint of a sexual arrogance lacing his voice, but his eye was dark, intent, fixed on the way your gaze roamed over his body.
"So much," you whispered, your gaze tracing the jagged line of the lightning scar that ran down his side, before dropping lower to the unmistakable bulge straining against his pants. "I've wanted this for so long, Kakashi. I want all of you."
An unkempt sound escaped him, something between a laugh and a groan. โCโmere, let me see how many times I can make you scream my name tonight.โ
He hooked his thumbs into his pants and underwear, shoving them down in an impatient movement. Your breath hitched as his cock sprang free. Thick, heavy, and flushed with an angry color. A prominent vein ran along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat, and the sight made your mouth water. You remembered fantasizing about his hands, but his dick was a masterpiece you hadn't even let yourself properly imagine.
He settled back over you, his skin hot against yours. He reached between your bodies, wrapping his hand around his thick cock, giving it a slow stroke that had you mesmerized. He lined himself up with your entrance, the blunt head pressing against your swollen folds.
โPlay with her. I wanna see it,โ he rasped, his voice dark and commanding.
You didn't hesitate. You spread your thighs wider, tilting your hips up for the fuckteenth time in an offering. You moved your hands to your cunt, your fingertips finding your throbbing clit and stimulating it while Kakashi played with the tip of his cock, going up and down your wet pussy.ย
The sight of you touching yourself, fingers slick with your own juices while his cock bobbed heavily against you snapped the last thread of his control. He let out a guttural sound and surged forward.
He lined himself up, the thick head of his dick pressing against your fluttering entrance. The stretch was intense as he pushed forward, sinking into your heat inch by agonizing inch. Your breath caught in your throat, your body struggling, arching off the bed as he filled you, the sensation of being so utterly, completely full bordering on overwhelming.
His forehead dropped to rest against yours, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought for control. "You're tight. This cunt is gripping me so hard I can barely think."
The sensation was suffocating, a delicious and yet burning stretch that made your toes curl. You felt every thick inch of him as he seated himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours. He was heavy, hot, and there, filling a space that had ached for him for months.ย
He stayed still for a bit, waiting for your body to get used to his size. โMove," you gasped. โP-please.โ
He didn't need to be told twice. Kakashi pulled back, his cock dragging against your sensitive walls until just the head remained inside, before slamming forward with a force that left you breathless.
โOHโฆfuck!โ you gasped, your nails digging into the scarred muscle of his shoulders, raking down his back to leave red welts in their wake. The sting only seemed to spur him on.
He set a ferocious pace, the bed frame creaking in protest under the raid. "You have no idea," he gritted out, "No idea how many times I've thought about this. About being inside of you.โ
"Wanna fill this pussy with my cum," he groaned, his voice echoing against your sternum as he drove into you harder, the headboard slamming against the wall with a thud. The friction was maddening, the thick vein of his dick dragging against your inner walls with every punishing thrust.
"Oh yes Kakashi please cum inside of me please," you stuttered out, your voice breaking on a high moan as he hit a spot that made your vision white out. "I need it so bad.โ
He withdrew suddenly, the loss of heat leaving you feeling achingly empty before he gripped your hips and flipped you over with effortless strength.
"Get on your hands and knees," he commanded. You scrambled to obey, your limbs trembling with anticipation. The mattress dipped behind you as he settled between your spread legs. You felt the blunt head of his dick notch against your entrance, and before you could prepared yourself again, he slammed home.
"Fuck!" You cried out, your elbows nearly buckling as he bottomed out in one ruthless stroke. "You take this dick so well," his grip on your hips was iron-tight, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave bruises youโd cherish later. "Look at you, trembling for me."
"Only you can make me feel like this, Kakashi."
He didn't let up. If anything, the praise seemed to stimulate him on, his hips snapping forward with a wet slap that echoed lewdly in the quiet room. You were sobbing into the pillow, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him, by the way he stretched you until you felt like you might break, only to bring you back together with every thrust.
Suddenly, his hand tangled in your hair, gripping the strands at the roots and tugging your head back. The sting at your scalp shot straight to your clit, making you clench violently around him.
Who would have thought that pain could become pleasure like this?
โO-oh, spank me, please spank my ass,โ you gasped out, the plea falling from your lips in between moans. The thought had been living in your head for months, and now that you were here, you needed it. "Please."
"Greedy, arenโt we?โ he rasped, but there was affection in it, dark and heavy.ย
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
One after the other. The sound of skin meeting skin cracked through the room, followed instantly by the stinging heat radiating across your right ass cheek. You panted, the sensation electrifying, shooting straight to your core and making you clench down hard around his cock.
He didn't wait for you to recover. His hand came down again on the other side. Smack.
The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filled the space, loud enough to make your face burn with a mix of embarrassment and unadulterated lust. You could hear the way your soaked cunt sucked him in, the slick squelching echoing every time he withdrew and slammed back in.ย
The sharp burn from his hand melded with the throbbing warmth pooling in your belly, creating a maelstrom of sensation that had you seeing stars. You didn't want him to stop; you wanted him to mark you, to claim every inch of you so the world would know who you belonged to.
"You're squeezing me so tight it hurts," his rhythm relentless, the sound of his hips meeting your ass, a steady, wet plap, plap, plap, echoing like a depraved melody in your room. "Does it feel good?"
"IโI love it," you stuttered, your fingers clawing at the sheets, knuckles white. "It feels so good, Kakashi. You're so deep."
"Atta girl," he grunted. โTake every inch."
Suddenly, his grip on your hair loosened, and he slid an arm around your waist, hauling you upright until your back was flush against his chest. He didn't pull out; instead, he shifted the angle, sinking deeper than before as you both knelt on the mattress.
"K-Kakashi! What are youโฆOhhโ you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely overwhelmed by the new depth. Kakashiโs weight was a grounding anchor against your back, his chest panting against your shoulder blades. The angle shifted everything, making him feel impossibly deeper, like he was touching the very bottom of your soul. His large hand splayed across your stomach, holding you tight, while his other hand slid down between your trembling thighs.
His fingers found your sore clit instantly, circling the sensitive nub he played with just a few moments ago. "You're taking me so deep."
"Y-yes," you stuttered, your head lolling back against his shoulder, eyes rolling back as the dual sensation of his thick cock stretching you and his fingers working your clit threatened to shatter you. "Don't stop... please, don't stop."
"God, yes," you choked out, your voice barely recognizable, wrecked by the pleasure coursing through your veins. "You fuck this pussy so good, Kakashi. Just like that. Harder."
The praise went straight to his head. You felt his moan against your spine, a sound of unfiltered satisfaction.ย
He snapped his hips forward. Kakashi was drowning. The heat of your body, the way your walls squeezed him like a vise; it was better than any mission, better than any novel heโd ever read. He felt possessive, a claiming urge rising in his chest that scared him as much as it thrilled him. He wanted to ruin you for anyone else, just as heโd promised. He wanted you to remember him every time your pussy felt needy again.
The friction was so fucking maddening, a scorching heat that built at the base of his spine and threatened to snap his nonexistent control one more time.
Kakashi could feel every flutter and spasm of your walls, the way your body greedily sucked him in, refusing to let him go. It was intoxicating, a drug he hadn't known he needed until this very moment.
"Damn it," you hissed as his hips snapped upward with a jagged thrust that punched a ragged cry from your lungs. "I'm so wet for you. Hear that? Hear how sloppy my cunt is for your dick?"
Plap, plap, plap.
"God, listen to you," Kakashi growled. Your words seemed to snap something inside him. The last of his legendary control, the discipline that defined him as a shinobi, shattered. "Iโve never heard you talk like this. So filthy."
"It's only for you," you moaned, reaching back to sink your fingers into his silver hair, gripping the strands and holding on for dear life. "Only you make me this wet. Only you can fuck me like this."
The praise seemed to break him again. He abandoned the slow grinding in favor of short thrusts that battered deep inside of you, his pelvic bone slamming against your ass with enough force to bruise. The sounds of your coupling grew louder, a testament of how desperate you both were.
"Kakashi, fuck!" you moaned loudly, the pleasure bordering on pain as he hammered into that spot that made you see stars. โYouโre going to make me cum at this pace!โ
"Good," he snarled against your neck, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin where your shoulder met your neck. He wasn't being gentle, and you didn't want him to be. You wanted the ferocity, the raw power of the man who had been holding back for so long.ย
The coil in your stomach was winding tighter and tighter, a live wire threatening to snap. You could feel the tension radiating off him, the way his muscles bunched and flexed against your back, the raggedness of his breathing matching your own.
Kakashiโs fingers on your clit moved faster, matching the rhythm of his hips. You were completely at his mercy, held up only by his arm around your waist and the thick cock driving into you.
"Kakashi, Iโah, I'm going to cum," you cried out, your voice breaking as the pleasure crested to a painful high. You buried your head in the mattress, but Kakashi quickly pulled your hair in the most gentle way he could during the heat.ย
โDonโt hide your pretty face when youโre falling apart for me. I want to see it all. Give it to me,โ he bit down on the sensitive skin of your neck, not hard enough to bleed, but enough to leave his teeth mark. "Cum on this dick. Let me feel it."
The command was all it took. The tension that had been coiling in your belly for months, tightening with every lingering look and accidental brush of his fingers, finally snapped. Your vision fractured into a blinding white light as your eyes rolled back, your body seizing as the orgasm ripped through you with the force of a tidal wave.
"Ka-kakashi!" you screamed, his name tearing from your throat like a prayer. Your inner walls clamped down around him, spasms milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you.
The sensation was enough to push him over the edge. Kakashi let out a deep and delicious moan, muffled against the sweat-slicked skin of your shoulder as he drove into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt. You felt him swell and pulse inside you, the heat of his release flooding your depths, marking you from the inside out. He held you tight, his arm banded around your waist like a steel clamp, grounding you as you both rode out the aftershocks.
The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't the suffocating weight of the unspoken tension from before. It was like a cozy blanket of satisfaction. The only sounds in the room now were the gasps for air and the thundering of your hearts slowly beginning to sync.
Kakashi didn't pull away immediately. He stayed pressed against your back, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as if he were trying to memorize it. You could feel the rapid thump of his heart against your spine, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor.
The adrenaline finally drained completely from his heavy limbs. He slumped forward, resting his full weight now against your back while his arms remained locked around your waist.
You felt the deep flush radiating from his cheeks where they pressed against your skin. He was entirely overwhelmed. Even now, he sought the safety of your hair to conceal how completely unraveled he felt.
His trembling knees finally gave out beneath him. He guided your fall smoothly, turning you in his arms as you both collapsed sideways into the messy pillows.
He carefully withdrew from your body, but as you hit the mattress, you rolled over to face him. He replaced the emptiness by immediately pulling you tightly against his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, claiming it as his new favorite place.
"Sorry," he mumbled softly against your collarbone, his voice rough and stripped of the confidence he carried just a few seconds ago. He tightened once again his grip around your waist, his forehead pressing into your shoulder as he refused to let any real space form between you. "I got completely carried away."
You smiled softly into the room that was becoming filled with the beautiful sunset outside, resting your hand over his silver hair. "You gave me exactly what I wanted, Kakashi."
"I didn't think I could," he admitted, his thumb tracing the curve of your eyebrow as he looked at you. "I've been terrified that if I ever started, I wouldn't be able to stop." He let his hand drift down, his fingers skimming over the bite mark on your shoulder with a guilty wince. โThis is going to leave a mark.โ
"Good," you murmured, reaching up to trace the angry red indentations on your shoulder with a passion that caught him off guard. You turned your hand slightly, brushing your knuckles against the sharp line of his jaw. "I wanted you to. I want everyone to know who I belong to, Kakashi."
ย He held your hand, pressing a kiss to the palm, the same palm he had peeled an orange for just yesterday. The contrast between that innocent memory and the primal reality of now made your head spin.
"Turn around, let me see your back,โ you whispered.
Kakashi shifted, maneuvering his body until he was lying on his belly.ย Your fingers idly traced the scars on his back before drifting to his shoulder blade. You felt the raised welts you had raked into his skin earlier, the angry red lines standing out stark against his toned back. A twinge of guilt pricked at you, but he merely hummed as he leaned into your touch.
"Don't apologize," he murmured as if he were reading your mind effortlessly. "I like knowing I have a piece of you on me."
"But these will fade soon," You said.
"Then I suppose," he started, "weโll just have to make a habit of this. So the memories don't fade, even after the skin heals."ย
Kakashi rolled back over to face you. He captured the hand that was tracing his spine andย interlaced your fingers, bringing your knuckles to his lips.
His grip was incredibly gentle. Now he held you with a quiet devotion that made your heart ache.
โListen....I-I don't want to go back to how it was beforeโ you whispered. The heavy confession hung in the cooling air. "I refuse to be just friends."
"Then don't," he answered effortlessly and pressed a soft kiss to your jawline. โIโve always only wanted you.โ
A long breath shuddered past your lips. The paralyzing tension you two carried for months finally vanished. He pulled you against his chest and rested his chin atop your head.
"You always had me," you spoke softly. You pulled back just enough to look at his face. He looked completely exhausted but so happy at the same time.
You leaned forward to close the tiny distance. You pressed your lips to his in a slow kiss. It sealed the unspoken promises hanging between you.
Kakashi melted into the touch. His hand cupped the back of your neck as he poured every word he hadn't said into that kiss: the months of restraint, the jealousy heโd buried, and the overwhelming relief of finally having you in his arms.
When you finally pulled away, the room was mostly dark. The vibrant sunset colors surrendered completely to the silver moonlight spilling across your bed. Today, you and Kakashi learned that denial is a quiet violence, and surrender is the only cure.
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โIruka, hi!โ You beam at him and when he hugs you, you hug back.
He needed help carrying a few boxes and when you offered to help him, he was happier than ever. It was hard carrying boxes full of books and taking them back and forth between his house and the library.
โHowโs Kakashi Sensei?โ Iruka asked in the middle of your small talk, and you laugh.
โOh, I wish I knew!โ You grin. โHeโs been so busy these days, I barely get a chance to see him.โ
Iruka chuckled. โThatโs what youโd expect from a man such as Kakashi Sensei.โ
It was a respectful interaction between two friends but of course Kakashi was a territorial man. He didnโt care who it was, no man was allowed to make his wife laugh, only him.
So, as he walked past Irukaโs house, he didnโt expect to hear the sound of your laughter.
Kakashi looked up from his book. He had gotten back from a mission an hour ago and gotten done with giving the Hokage his report.
You were sat on Irukaโs porch, surrounded by books, laughing, and sharing your favourite drink together.
Kakashi rose one eyebrow. โOh?โ
โHonestly, if Naruto does anything thatโs concerning, come to me and Iโll tell him off on your behalf. He listens to me for some obscure reason.โ You shrug your shoulders. โHe never listens to Kash though.โ
โHeโs an idiot, thatโs why.โ
At the sound of your husbandโs voice, you look up, and all the jealousy he felt faded away at the burst of happiness on your face.
You exclaim his name and wrap your arms around him and with a chuckle, he hugged back.
He nods at Iruka when Iruka waves at him.
โWhatโs happening here?โ Kakashi asked, still standing as you take your seat.
โIruka needed help moving some books,โ You gesture around you. โHe let me keep these titles though.โ
โThank you.โ Kakashi says to Iruka and Iruka grins.
โNo problem!โ
A little more chit-chat and Kakashi carries the boxes for you as you both walk home.
โAnd why arenโt you holding my hand?โ You stubbornly say, grinning when he holds out his pinkie for you. You lace your pinkie with his. โYou were so jealous.โ
โI donโt do jealous.โ
โIf looks could kill, Iruka would be six feet under.โ
Kakashi chuckled. โIs it that obvious?โ
โVery. But every man in the Village has gotten used to it.โ
โThey better,โ Kakashi says, walking up the steps to your home, and when you unlock the door, he puts everything down by the front door. โI really missed you.โ
He pulled you into him and rests his head in the crook of your neck.
โI missed you too, my love.โ You rub his back and he hums. โIโll make you your favourite, alright?โ
He hummed, closing his eyes, and you smile.
โKash,โ You whisper. โIโve got to close the door.โ
He was already asleep.
You were strong but not โI can carry my husbandโ strong but somehow you manage and get him settled.
You cook his favourite meal once the house was secure, and as the food was cooking, you put the books away in your home library, and you work on removing Kakashiโs clothes to get him more comfortable.
When he woke up, dinner was being set before him.
โThat fast?โ He says, slightly delirious, and you laugh.
โYouโve been asleep for a few hours, love.โ
He hummed. โGive me a kiss.โ
โSo demanding,โ You tease, but give him one anyway.
He sat up for a bit then ate his meal, took a shower, and you wash everything up.
Then, he was in bed, and you follow shortly after.
Once you were both nice and clean, Kakashi pulled you into him, pressing kisses all over your face, jawline, and neck.
โIโm happy youโre here.โ You whisper, scratching his head. โI love you.โ
He kissed you between your eyes. โI love you too.โ
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