Slut for Pennywise

Eternally thankful for the black mask that hides his embarrassed flush from the onlookers, Kakashi loops his arms loosely around your waist. His elbows settle into the crooks of your waist, palms pressed against the dip of your lower back. You’ve matured, that’s for sure, with curves in places your girlish frame never had before, back when–

“It’s so good to see you,” you greet him, finally pulling away. “How long has it been?”

Grinning, Kakashi rubs the back of his neck. “Gee, I don’t know. Three, four years maybe?” At least, he thinks, though he’s never been the best at keeping track of time. At least three years since you were his student, before you were promoted to chunin and left town on a mission as a medical assistant. Come to think of it, “Are you even old enough to drink?”

You scoff. “‘Course I am. I’m grown up now, you know.” And a lump forms in Kakashi’s throat.

“Table for two?” Kakashi coughs, taking a step back as the hostess who took his name reappears. She looks between the two of you for an answer, and only then does he remember his manners.

“Well, in that case, would you like to have a drink while we do some catching up?” He clears his throat again, a nervous habit he’s picked up somewhere along the line. “Unless you were already meeting someone…” His stomach sinks at the thought.

You shrug off your jacket. You’re wearing a simple sheath dress underneath, nothing flashy, but it falls perfectly over your curves and a pair of thin knee socks. “No, I wasn’t. But I’d love some company.” Chipper as always, he notes. Mouth turned up in a goofy grin, he motions to his side, and the two of you follow the hostess to a little table in the back corner.

As you sit down across from him, a little tea light candle flickering in a stained glass votive on the table, Kakashi orders a bottle of sake. “Two glasses,” he says with a little wave of his hand.

“Sensei, you don’t have to treat me,” you huff, and Kakashi feels his neck heating under his collar. “I’m an adult now, I don’t need to beg money off of you anymore.”

He clears his throat. “Well if you’re going to keep calling me that name, the least you can do is let me buy the first round. If you want more, you can get the next one, ok?” This seems to placate you, and Kakashi is finally able to take a big exhale as you start into your stories about your time with the medical corps. On one hand, it’s fascinating for him to hear what you’ve been up to, a former star pupil gone on to do great things like mending bones and saving lives. Meanwhile, he’s been doing much of the same, pulled this way and that by duty with nothing much to say for himself since you left. On the other hand, he can’t stop watching your mouth, the way it moves over the candlelight, the shifting of your jaw as you speak.

When the sake arrives, Kakashi pours your glass so you don’t have to stop talking, but when he pulls down his mask to take a drink, you do anyway. You gasp his name aloud, startling him almost enough to make him spit out his drink.

“What, what?”

You cover your wide-open mouth with your hand. You hesitate, and he can sense you picking your words carefully. “It’s just that… I’ve never seen the rest of your face before.”

Ah, that would explain your wide eyes and slack-jawed expression. He pulls his mask back into place. “Sorry to ruin the illusion. I guess I don’t usually remove it in front of students.”

After a swig from your glass, you cross your arms on top of the table. Your movements are much more graceful than Kakashi had ever seen you in battle, elegant even as you regard him across the table. “No, it, uh,” you stumble. “You’re very handsome.”

And because he’s terrible at accepting compliments, especially about his appearance, Kakashi chokes on the sake that’s sliding down his throat. He lifts his mask back to his mouth as he coughs while you lean over the table with a hand outstretched, as if you’re about to pat him on the back. He puts a hand up to stop you. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” he chokes. You fall back into your seat, and he swears he catches you blushing.

If Kakashi was a smarter, stronger man, he’d finish his drink, cover the bill, and walk home by himself. He’d put a firm stopper on the butterflies in his stomach and leave things exactly where they are right now. But he can’t; not when you, a woman in place of the girl he once knew, are smiling at him like this, like he hung the moon. No, Kakashi has never felt weaker.

So the two of you empty the bottle of sake together. And another. And another. It’s only when you motion to order a fourth—he bought two, so you need to buy two, you assert—that he moves to stop you. He’s not necessarily a lightweight, but shinobi aren’t really supposed to drink, let alone this much. “Hey, maybe we should wait a little while, hm?” He tilts his head to the side, eyes closing with his shrouded grin.

Your hands fold together under your chin. “Fair point. I should probably sober up a little. I have to get myself home somehow.” You giggle, face a little flushed and misty from the alcohol, radiant nonetheless.

“I’d make sure you got home safely,” he’s promising without a thought. As soon as it comes out, he’s worried it’s too forward, too creepy. If there’s a line here, Kakashi feels like he’s toeing it. The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable around him, or to break your trust. He really shouldn’t let this go any further.

The apple of your cheeks rise when you smile. “That’s just like you, Kakashi sensei. Always taking care of us.”

Us. Your old team, you must mean, but he sees the others around the village all the time; right now, he’s only thinking of you. And he should stop. So he asks for two glasses of water, “to help us sober up together.”

After a few sips of water, you fidget in your seat, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the table and rolling your neck on your shoulders. He simply watches until you settle in, then sigh. “So, what should we talk about now?”

He gets the hint; you’re done talking about your field experience. That’s fine; another time, Kakashi thinks. Instead, he asks, “So, you’re back in town. Where are you staying?”

“In a hotel, for now,” you answer drolly, stirring your water in its glass with your straw, though your eyes don’t leave him. “I’m not sure what my next assignment is going to be, so I figured I’d wait until I heard about that before I started putting down roots, you know?”

“Yeah.” His reply comes out sadly; he knows all too well what it’s like, especially as a young, accomplished ninja, not knowing when or where your next mission will take you. That sinking feeling from earlier returns, settling heavy as a stone in his gut. You might be leaving again, and soon. And he should be happy for you, that you’re being recognized for your strengths and selected for higher rank missions. Instead, it starts a countdown in his head—either his time’s almost up, or the other shoe will have to drop.

“I’d like to stay for a while, if they’d let me,” you confess, and the world stops turning.

On the edge of his seat, Kakashi pushes. “Oh?”

You nod. “I’d like to teach, I think. Help a group of genin rise to their potential, like my sensei did for me.”

For the first time, Kakashi feels himself stir in his pants at the sound of that title. Your sensei. Yours.

But he doesn’t want to let on. It’s gross, and it’s not fair to you. So he shrugs, putting on that aloof expression he uses to avoid getting too close to anyone. “It’s what any half-decent mentor would do.”

Your eyes trail down to the table, your lips pulling into a tight lipped smile. Idle fingers stir your drink; for the first time tonight, you won’t look him in the eye. “You’re the best. I mean…” Kakashi can barely make out your voice, which has dropped in volume and pitch from your usual cheery tone. He tries not to look too eager, hands splayed on the table as he leans in to listen—“I always had a crush on you.”

That stops Kakashi in his tracks. His spine tingles all the way up to his neck. Even with his mask up, he’s not sure you don’t notice his jaw fall open for a second before he coughs to cover it up. Seeing you again made him feel things he never expected, things he should be ashamed of. But perhaps if you feel the same way… no. You said you had a crush. Past tense. Still, he chokes out, “You did?”

“Mmhmm.” A grin bursts on your face, half-hidden by your hand. “If I’m being honest, I still do.”

Kakashi’s mind races through all the reasons he shouldn’t let this go any further. What if he’s just taking advantage of you in a vulnerable time? What if you change your mind and regret what happens next? Besides, Kakashi knows himself, what he is, the walls he builds to keep people at arm’s length. He’s not as young as he used to be either. There’s no reason you should want—no, none at all. “Surely, after all this time though, there must be someone else.”

“Well, no.” Your voice threatens to shake, but you shift again in your seat, pulling more confidence from deep down. “I’ve had other crushes, sure. But there hasn’t been anyone…”

It takes about half a second to sink in, then Kakashi feels himself twitch hard between his legs. Fuck. If you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying, he’s done for. Maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe it’s just his lust finally winning the battle waging inside of him when he asks, “So you’ve never been with someone…?”

You shake your head. “I mean, I’ve done some things but never, you know, all the way.”

Under Kakashi’s mask, he’s unbearably hot. He can’t think straight, not when you’re sitting across this little table and looking at him like that, coy and almost needy too. But this can’t be up to him. If you want to do something about this, you have to make the move, not him. So he replies, “That’s totally normal.” And he waits, hands clenched in his lap.

You chuckle without humor. “Thanks, but it sure doesn’t feel like it. Not when everyone else my age has done a lot more.”

“In my experience, half of them are embellishing and the rest are flat out lying,” he says, eyes wrinkling with a smile. The last thing he wants is to feel like there’s something wrong with you. If he didn’t feel so goddamn pervy, he’d start coming onto you right now to prove it.

That, you snort at. “You’re probably right. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want… that I haven’t thought about…”

Kakashi says your name then, soft but deliberate. You look up, eyes wide. He can barely stand it anymore, but he’s determined to be a gentleman, as much as the situation will allow. But god, he wants you. He wants to take you home and show you how things are done before some thoughtless boy does it first and does it wrong. “You can just tell me, if you want to. What do you want?”

He waits with bated breath while you bite the side of your finger. Your eyebrows crease; you’re thinking about it, he can tell. Then you push your water glass toward the edge of the table so you can lean over it. Automatically, Kakashi does the same, meeting you somewhere in the middle. You hesitate a second more, scanning his face up and down before locking your eyes on his.

“I want you to be my first.”

He can’t stop the corner of his mouth from quirking up in satisfaction. With a shiver of anticipation, Kakashi places his hand on top of yours on the table. His head tilts to the side, the way it always does when he’s trying to put someone at ease. “Let’s go, then.”

Kakashi gasps a little when you press forward to kiss him over his face mask. Heat surges in his chest, compelling him to move. He turns quickly in his seat, raising his hand to get the server’s attention. “Check?” he asks, and you giggle.

He’s glad you keep giggling while he settles up the bill, while he takes you by the hand and leads you out into the night, to his apartment, to his bedroom. Your nervous energy is palpable, but you don’t seem uncomfortable, and he intends to keep it that way. You linger by the door, legs rubbing together when he turns to look at you straight on. Something twists in his stomach—it’s strange seeing you this way, in a sexual way. Kakashi is still trying to wrap his head around it, to not feel like some kind of sick fuck, but the way you reach for him as he approaches helps him forget. It’s all about you, after all. And it’s his job to make you comfortable.

Your arms curl lightly under his, like you want to touch him, but you’re scared to. Kakashi takes a step closer, pulling down his mask before resting his hands in the curves between your shoulders and your neck. Slowly, he leans in, leaving the last few centimeters for you to close. You suck in a breath when your mouths meet, and Kakashi gets it. He feels the head rush too, the sudden adrenaline of kissing you for the first time, the push and pull of your lips unfamiliar but so sweet. Your hands twist into the back of his shirt as he swipes his tongue into your mouth. After a few blissful moments, he pulls back, and you’re practically panting.

His voice low, he strokes your collarbone with his thumb and asks, “Can you tell me how far you’ve gone before?”

You clear your throat. “Kissing, making out, I guess. People have touched me under my clothes, but I’ve never touched someone else.”

Kakashi hums thoughtfully. “Been fingered? How about oral?” Fuck, he feels so dirty, but he’s addicted already, can’t wait to show you a good time, to make you feel better than you ever have before.

“Fingered, yes. I’ve never done oral, either way.” You glance away, embarrassed, perhaps.

Kakashi’s cock twitches, but he does his best to keep his cool. He lifts your chin with a few fingers. “That’s ok. I just wanted to know.”

“Mmkay.” His stomach sinks; you’re closing off a little, hit by a wave of self-consciousness. Softly, Kakashi cups your face and kisses you again until you start to melt into him. He looks you in the eyes when he pulls back.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. And we can stop any time, ok? But you have to promise to be honest with me if you don’t like something.”

“Ok. Promise.” Emboldened, you press your body against his and smile into another kiss. Kakashi can’t help but chuckle a little and hold you tighter while you explore his mouth again. You really like kissing, he thinks, but it’s also what you’re used to. He’ll have to be the one who moves things along, step by step.

He takes you in by the lungful, breathing in your scent and taste while he runs his hands down your sides, over your hips, to cup your ass. You squeak when he gives a little experimental squeeze, and in spite of himself, Kakashi moans into your mouth. Every part of you feels exquisite, strong but pliable under his rough, bandaged hands. He holds it together until you start to nibble on his bottom lip and switches in his head start to flip.

Kakashi drags his lips to your ear, huffing, “Take off that dress for me.” Indulgently, he scrapes his teeth over your lobe and presses a firm kiss to your neck that makes you gasp in shock. He chuckles again before sliding out of his vest and yanking his shirt off over his head. You do as you’re told, slipping out of your dress before falling helplessly against his bare chest, drawn to him like a pin to a magnet. Surely you can feel his cock swell in his pants, but there’s no helping it now.

Taking a moment before he pulls you onto the bed, Kakashi looks you up and down. You’re bare-chested, not wearing anything under your low-neck dress but panties and stockings. Any other time, he’d tell you that you’re naughty, dressed so skimpy under your street clothes, but he holds back. He doesn’t want to make you any more self-conscious than you might already be. Instead, he holds you by the waist and presses more kisses to your neck and sternum. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, and the whimper you offer in exchange lands directly between his legs.

He guides you onto the bed, pulling you down on your side next to him for more deep kisses before he rolls over on top of you. The way you inhale and cling to him makes him shudder, his hips grinding up against yours before he rests more of his weight on you. He’s hard already, but he’ll wait; he has to. You need more prep first, more time to get used to him and what he does to you.

His mouth travels lower, teasing at your cleavage. He cups one breast in his hand, groaning at the swell of it before attaching his lips to your opposite nipple. You whine again, a sweet little sound. “You like this?” Kakashi asks, lifting his head.

“Yeah,” you sigh. “Feels good.”

Kakashi hums. “Fucking gorgeous tits,” he praises before pressing in for more, mouthing over your nipple until it’s pert enough to flick while he switches to the other. The way you scratch at his back, twitching underneath him, sends little waves of pleasure down his spine.

Gradually, Kakashi works his way down to your stomach, smearing glistening saliva over your skin in his wake. When he reaches the waistband of your panties, he pushes himself up onto his knees and revels in the way you whine his name.

He runs his hands over your thighs before petting over your lower tummy. “Can I use my mouth on you? I’ll make it feel good.”

When you tuck your chin and look up at him, your eyes are a little hazy. Patiently, he traces his fingers along your legs until you collect yourself and nod. “Y-yeah.”

“If you want to stop, just say so,” he reminds, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

“No, you can keep going.”

Kakashi kicks off his pants first, careful to keep his erection stuffed into his boxers. As he hooks his fingers in your waistband, you lift your hips without him even having to tell you, and he slides your panties off and drops them onto the floor. He tries not to stare—really tries—but he gets a little caught up looking at your pretty cunt. His ribs tingle thinking about how no one has ever done what he’s about to do to you.

Flopping onto his stomach, Kakashi pulls your legs over his shoulders. Your breathing is erratic, chest rising and falling too fast, but he trusts you to tell him if it’s too much. He decides not to make you wait another second and presses a few kisses to your mound before taking his first lap at the outside of your folds. You moan and your legs shake, but he goes slow, licking up your core a few more times, teasing you.

“Fuck, please, Kakashi.” Your voice startles him, so he stops immediately. It’s like the world falls out from underneath him until he sees your face, brows pushed high, mouth open and panting. “More, don’t stop. Don’t be so gentle, please.”

His cock pulses and he moans, unabashedly, as you beg for him, and he’s all too happy to oblige. “If you say so,” he coos before lowering his chin and wrapping his lips around your pussy. You hiss and try to buck up when he sucks, harder this time, but Kakashi simply chuckles and keeps going. He can feel how tight you are, so he swirls his fingers in your slick before pressing one inside you, giving you something to clench around as he licks up your folds and noses at your clit.

His face is thoroughly wet, Kakashi keeps teasing you, pulling those melodious whines from your throat, slurping down your essence like sweet nectar. You’re intoxicating, getting him more drunk than the sake ever could. He adds another finger, crooking two together into your gummy walls while he laves over you with his tongue. His body buzzes when you reach down, pushing his headband off as you pull at his mess of white hair. He could make you cum like this, easily, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. Almost forlornly, he swirls his fingers once more before pulling them out, shoving his tongue into your hole one last time to taste you before backing off.

You moan again as he stands to remove his boxers, but he’s back kneeling between your legs as fast as he can. “I’m right here,” he croons, anchoring himself on one hand so he can lean over you and stroke himself with the other. “You’re doing so good, baby.”

You writhe against his sheets, happy but obviously a little frustrated. Adorable. Kakashi’s head feels light; he’s so ready to be inside you, so ready to give his cock the attention it’s sorely missing. He won’t make you wait anymore—couldn’t even if he wanted to.

“Kakashi,” you moan. “Please.” He’s not sure you even know what you’re asking for, but it makes his whole body flush with heat.

“You wanna touch me first, baby? Or just want me to put it in?”

You toss your head a few times before your eyes fall between his legs. “Lemme—” You reach down, and Kakashi has to throw his head back when you clumsily wrap your fingers around his shaft. It’s an awkward angle, but the friction feels so good, mind-bendingly so when he remembers it’s you. He groans when you rub at the tip, clearly not knowing what you’re doing but pleasuring him all the same. The first time his hips buck against his will, Kakashi gently pushes your hand away. You won’t last long, but at this rate, he won’t either.

Panting, he asks, “You ready for me?”

Falling back, your arm flopping over your eyes, you croak out a shaky, “Yeah.”

“Look at me then. Please.”

Kakashi waits until you uncover your eyes, face as bare and vulnerable as his own, before he guides himself to your pussy. “Good girl.”

You gasp and whine as his cock breaches your entrance. He starts with the smallest thrusts he can manage, pressing into you with his chest low so you can wrap yourself around him however you want. Your thighs tuck in and squeeze around his hips, your cunt blossoming to take a little more of him with each movement. You’re so tight, so untouched it’s making him crazy, knowing he’s ruining you, your purity. A selfish little voice in his head hopes he ruins you for other men, for sex with anyone else. He wants you wholly his own.

“Fuck,” he grunts when the last few inches finally slip in. You cry out too, breath hard against his face. “You ok?”

Your hands cup his cheeks, holding him close before your eyes threaten to roll. “Yeah, so good.” And then you do the worst thing you could possibly do: you smile at him and press your thumb over the beauty mark on his chin. How’s he ever supposed to let you go after you do something like that?

You tilt your chin up, asking for a kiss. Kakashi mindlessly locks his lips with yours as he starts to move, slowly rocking his hips and sliding in and out of you. You moan and jab your tongue in his mouth, and he loves it, all of it—the sloppy kisses, the sensual squelching of your cunt around his cock. It’s as perfect as anything could be.

As he expected, you clamp around him like a vice, all your muscles tight as he coils you up from the inside. He lets you hold his face as he pulls back for more leverage, picking up his pace as he thrusts his hips against yours. “Tell me when you’re close to climaxing,” he grits out.

“I’m close.” In that case, he reaches down to flick at your clit, and you scream.

“I got you, I got you,” Kakashi promises, feeling you start to pulse.

“Kakashi sensei, please—” And you snap, gushing as you flutter around him and moan through it. He presses inside you and grinds there, letting you come down as he focuses on finding his own release. He doesn’t want to fall far behind you, wants to be there to hold you and take care of you now that the big moment is over for you.

He thrusts a few more times, hissing breath through his teeth because fuck, you just feel so good. He’s close, so close, but he has to, needs to—

“I’m gonna pull out,” he warns you, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock before wrenching his hips back. He’s coated in your release, wet and slick as he strokes himself the rest of the way there, groaning as he shoots cum onto your stomach until he can’t anymore.

Jaw tight, Kakashi shivers in the aftershocks before crawling off you and collapsing at your side. He reaches for you as soon as he’s able. “Are you ok? Talk to me, please.”

Your eyes are softly closed as you rest against his pillows, in his now-soiled sheets. Then you lace your fingers with his, your palm to his knuckles. “Yes, I’m good. Kinda sticky.” You both laugh at the blunt comment, Kakashi pulling both your hands toward him so he can kiss the back of yours.

“Sorry about that, I could have warned you a little more.”

“It’s ok. I kinda think it was… really hot.”

Kakashi hums. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, but can I take a bath before I leave?”

Kakashi laughs again. He can’t remember the last time—any time—he was this joyful and giggly after sex. He feels like a completely different man than he was at the beginning of the night: laid, yes, but mostly just smitten.

“Of course. But you can stay until tomorrow if you want. Or however long you want.”

The apples of your cheeks darken. “Could we maybe… do that again?”

Kakashi grins, eyes crinkling. “Oh no, I’ve created a monster.”

You push at his shoulder. “Not right now. But maybe tomorrow. Unless you don’t want—”