Just This Once
Pairing: Kakashi x Female!Reader
Warnings: smut, breeding kink, he gets lost in the sauce frfr, situationship⊠ish?, this man wants to RUN, disorganised attachment style (primarily avoidant), penis in vagina sex, teasing, edging (accidental), unprotected sex, creampie
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: Kakashi discovers that he has a breeding kink. It's kind of a spiritual experience.
Inspired by @rookie98writes's fic Leave It On
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Kakashi isnât used to the strange sort of domesticity that comes with being in a... whatever this is. Itâs not quite a relationship. A situationship, maybe. Heâd say itâs something more than friends-with-benefits, but the two of you arenât really friends, either. Â
You come together every now and then. Thatâs all. Like two passing ships in the night.Â
So why is he standing in front of your stove, cooking dinner while you sort through the pile of unopened mail on your kitchen table? Why did he offer to water your plants while you were away? Why does he want to do anything for you?Â
Kakashi knows what itâs like trying to play catch-up after some time away from homeâtwo months, in your case. Heâd knocked on your door a few minutes ago with the intention of returning your key, and he must have caught you right after you got back from the store if the two bags of groceries on your kitchen counter were any indication.Â
You looked so dead on your feet that Kakashi took over from there, unprompted. But now, as he stirs the pot of flavourful soup simmering away on the stove, his mind sees fit to wander. Â
What the hell is he doing? Â
Heâs getting too attached. Thatâs what heâs doing. Â
Itâs that time againâtime to cut and run, just as he always does when things start to become complicated. Kakashi makes a habit of ending any potential connection before it can even start, because he canât afford to lose anyone else. He canât get hurt if he never lets anyone in. Itâs easier that way.Â
âI need to schedule my injection,â you mutter to yourself as you read through one letter. Then you sigh and toss it back down onto the table, before you lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. âWe should probably get used to using condoms again until I can book an appointment.âÂ
Your birth control must be overdue, then. Â
âSure,â Kakashi answers, feigning unbothered. The two of you used condoms in the beginning, but after a particularly gruesome mission that nearly saw him home in a box, Kakashi stopped reaching for the bedside drawer, and you stopped asking him to. Â
He should have known then that he was getting too attached.Â
Still, itâs your body. Whatever you want. Heâll end things in the morning either way.Â
As Kakashi samples a bit of the soup heâs minding on the stove, pausing for a moment to add a bit more salt, it suddenly sinks in â really sinks in â what could happen if the two of you arenât careful. Â
He could get you pregnant.Â
A jolt of arousal shoots through him.
Kakashi doesnât want children, not now, not ever, which is why it doesnât make a lick of sense that such a thing would turn him on. He likes the idea of his seed taking root inside of you. He might even enjoy it, the imagery his mind conjuresâyou bent over for him, begging him to give you a baby, your pretty yukata hiked up around your waistâŠÂ Â
His clan crest embroidered on the back of it. Â
Kakashi swears. Loudly.
You startle, looking over at him in alarm. âWhat happened? Are you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â he lies. Then he proceeds to play it off like he burned himself, but he isnât fine. No, that single thought, that single fantasy, scares the complete and utter shit out of himâbut it turns him on even more, and thatâs so much worse. Â
Heâs already too attached. Way too fucking attached.Â
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Kakashi doesnât do feelings. He has them, of course, much like any other person, but he doesnât let them show very often, and he certainly doesnât talk about them. He wonât say in so many words that he cares; instead, he shows you through his actions alone.Â
His knees brush the underside of your thighs as he settles between your legs, bracing himself with one hand beside your head. Â
What a vision you make, spread out for him like this. Â
Your lamp had blown when you went to turn it on, leaving the streetlights to illuminate your features in a sickly hue of yellow-green. It isnât romantic in the least, but he canât help thinking that youâve never looked more beautiful than in this momentâmaybe because itâs the last time heâll ever get to see you like this. Â
The sight of you, so needy and wanting, fills his chest with something bittersweet. Â
The tomoe of his sharingan spins lazily as he memorises the curves of your body, the muss of your hair, the rise and fall of your chest as you work to recover from your first orgasm of the night. His fingers are still tacky with your essence, and he smears the residual wetness over the head of his cock to make the entry a little easier.Â
âYou should wear a condom,â comes your breathy whisper, but you make no move to stop him. Your eyes almost seem to glow as you peer up at him in the dark, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.Â
âMm. Do you want me to?âÂ
His question hangs heavy in the air. Â
The only things Kakashi can hear are your soft breaths and the sound of his own steady heartbeat, which quickens with every silent second that passes. Â
You want to say no, he realises. Â
He wants you to say no.Â
âI like it better without,â you answer quietly, and the implication isnât lost on him. Not when you look up at him with those big doe eyes, like you donât know the risk.Â
Because there is a risk, and he knows it. Kakashi hasnât been able to stop thinking about it all nightâwicked thoughts, terrible thoughtsâthoughts of filling your fertile womb with his seed, thoughts of watching your belly grow round with his child, thoughts of seeing his clan sigil stamped between your shoulder blades like a mark of ownership.Â
His. Â
Against his better judgement, Kakashi does exactly what he shouldnât do. Â
He agrees.
âJust this once.â Â
Just like he says every other timeâexcept every other time, there hasn't been a risk.
Your coy little smile is what prompts him to lower down onto an arm and settle more of his weight on you. Kakashi dips his head to kiss you indulgently, savouring the taste of you, the feel of you beneath him. He kisses you like he hopes to convey just how much he missed you while you were gone, like you might be able to taste the unspoken words that linger in his mouth.Â
He kisses you like he means itâand he does. Thatâs why he needs to go.Â
As his tongue twines with yours, Kakashi fills you in a slow, beautiful glide that wrenches a whimper from your throat.Â
He knows he should go easy on you, but he relishes in the rapid flutter of your walls as you struggle to adjust to him after so much time apart. A surge of masculine pride washes over him, tinged with a hint of guilt for stretching you open like this. He isnât exactly small, after all, but you take him so well.Â
To ease any potential discomfort, he smooths his hand up the soft skin of your thigh in a soothing caress, before he trails gentle, placating kisses along your jawline. âIs this okay?â Kakashi asks, voice low, only to be rewarded with a particularly strong contraction that makes his toes curl.Â
âMore than okay,â you sigh.Â
As a test, he shifts his hips. When Kakashi hears your breath hitch, he knows that you can handle more. Â
He starts slow, rocking into you sensually, but he already knows that he isnât going to last. Itâs been just as long for him, and youâre tighter than youâve ever been. Â
âGod, Kakashi, you feel so good.â Â
So do you. Kakashi sucks a bruise on your neck in response, if only to muffle the sound of his own pleasure when your perfect cunt clenches around him again. Â
He needs to pace himself, or heâll finish too soonâbut then you ask him for more, and what else can he do but oblige you?
He speeds up, not overly so, just enough that both of you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of your lovemaking. The smell of your arousal permeates the air, and heâs tempted to have another taste.Â
Later.Â
âYouâre so wet,â he murmurs into your ear. âDid you miss me that much?âÂ
Maybe heâs reassurance-seeking â just a little â but your answering whine tells him what he already knows.Â
Heâll miss this. Heâll miss you. Thatâs why he needs to go.Â
âStay with me,â you rasp. Youâve always been good at noticing when heâs stuck in his head, but right now, Kakashi canât help but wonder if youâve just read his thoughts. You see through him so easily. Itâs one of the things he likes about you.Â
âSorry,â he says with genuine apology, leaning in to capture your lips again. You let out a pleased hum into his mouth and lift your thighs up a little higherâan offering, one heâs more than happy to accept, even if he doesnât plan to reciprocate. Â
Itâs selfish, he knows.Â
The new angle does something to him, or maybe itâs because he's well aware that it would be even easier to fill you up this way. He reaches deeper like this, and the tilt of your hips would perfectly hold his cum in place, increasing the chances that itâll take.Â
He wants it to take.Â
Kakashi exhales a long, shaky breath. He shouldnât want that as much as he does. He shouldnât want it at all. Â
âClose?â Â
Yes, but heâs not going to tell you that. Kakashi pulls back to look at you, only to find you gazing up at him like heâs hung the moon. It makes his heart ache. Â
He stamps it down.Â
âI could be,â he teases lightlyâa non-answer. âAre you?âÂ
When you open your mouth to respond, however, he snaps his hips forward suddenly to make you trip over your words. âIâ shit,â you swear, and his eyes shine with silent laughter. Your own narrow playfully as you add, âI could be too, if you keep that up.â Â
âReally?âÂ
To pick on you a little, Kakashi withdraws from your tight heat more slowly than he has all night, agonisingly slowly, until only the head of him remains inside; and then he lingers there, purposely, until the stirrings of impatience start to take you over. Â
Itâs cute, the frown you give him, the pout he sees beginning to form. Â
âDonât be mean,â you tell him sulkily.Â
His lips tug up at the corners, revealing a hint of prominent canine. âMaa, I didnât realise you were in a rush,â Kakashi drawls. âAnd here I wanted to take my time with you.â Â
Before you can read too much into what heâs just said, he slams home. Hard.
Your startled gasp brings on a flicker of self-satisfaction deep within. Kakashi relishes in the knowledge that only he can make you feel like thisâespecially when he starts to fuck you in earnest, prompting you to fling your arms around his shoulders. Â
âF-Fuck, Kakashi, oh my godââÂ
âThatâs it,â he encourages gently. âHold onto me.â He likes the closeness of it, the intimacy.
You cling to him like your life depends on it, which brings about a funny feeling in his chest that he canât quite shakeâsomething warm and gooey and affectionate. Â
Kakashi stamps that down, too, and traces the line of your neck with his tongue, kissing and sucking at your sensitive skin until you shiver. Seeing your throat so littered with love bites unearths something within him, something primal, that heâs always refused to name.
He likes seeing the marks heâs left on you. He wants them to mean something. He wants them to mean that youâre his.Â
Heâs too attached. Â
To distract himself from what he intends to do in the morning, Kakashi picks up the pace, flesh smacking against flesh as he snaps his hips into yours, fast and rough, exactly how you want it. Â
It doesnât last long. Heâs too worked up. Â
Kakashi knows heâll come before you do if he continues like this, but when he tries to slow down, you dig your heels insistently into his ass.Â
âDonât stop, please donât stop, pleaseââÂ
âIâll have to pull out soon,â he says raggedly, even though the thought of finishing in you already has him ready to blow.
When Kakashi feels you lock your ankles behind him, he nearly does. Â
âCome inside me,â you whine, your breath fanning hot over the shell of his ear. Â
His thoughts screech to a halt. You want him to come inside you, knock you upâÂ
âFuck,â he curses, stopping abruptly, buried all the way to the hilt. His cock throbs wildly, desperate for release, forcing him to tightly grip the the sheets above your head in order to stave it off.Â
If he moves right now, heâs done for. Â
When you make a quiet, frustrated sound deep in your throat and wiggle your hips, Kakashi barely manages to hang on. He can feel that tell-tale flutter inside of you, the one that indicates exactly how close you are, but heâs closer. His breaths come out in short, sharp pants as he tries to hold himself together. Â
You finish first. Always.Â
âDonât be mean,â you say again, but you sound a little more petulant this time. Â
Kakashi lets out an exhausted sort of laugh and presses a wet smack of a kiss just beneath your ear, making you giggle. âYou like it when Iâm mean.â Â
âI like it when youâre nice,â you clap back, voice breathy.Â
Kakashi hums knowingly. âAll right. I can be nice.â Â
Then he pulls back just enough to pepper your face with kisses, and you squeal in delight, though it soon tapers off into a moan when he starts to trail them down your throat, each one more sensual than the last. He palms one of your breasts, gently squeezing, tweaking a nippleâÂ
âCome on,â you whine, digging your heels into his ass a second time.Â
He laughs softly at that. No more teasing. You want him to be nice.
You inhale sharply when Kakashi picks back up where he left off, this time with quick, shallow thrusts that target your g-spot. He smooths his hand down your side, savouring the softness of your skin, then he slides it in between your bodies to rub your clit in just the way you likeâthe way he remembers you like, because heâs too fucking attached. And sure enough, when your hips buck from the added sensation, he knows that itâs working for you.Â
âIf youâIf you edge me again, I swear to godââÂ
Upon hearing the indignation in your voice, Kakashi laughs softly. âI wonât.âÂ
Then he remembers that he wonât have a chance to edge you again. Not after tonight.Â
His jaw tenses at the reminder.Â
âFuck, Iâm so close,â you gasp, holding onto him, needing him, which pulls him right back into the present. âCome with me. Please?âÂ
Kakashi bites back a groan and slides in deeper, readying to do what his body craves.Â
No. He canât come with you. Heâd have to finish inside in order for that to happen.Â
And just like that, heâs back to teetering on the edge. The filth his mind conjures nearly proves to be his undoingâa vivid image of your tight, wet cunt wringing out every drop of his cum until it takes, tying you to him, making you need him. Making you his. The threat of it simmers under his skin, but itâs starting to feel more like a guarantee.Â
Get her there, then pull out.Â
Kakashi repeats those words in his head like a mantra, over and over, like itâll ensure that he lasts, and it worksâat least until you start to move your hips in time with his thrusts. You meet him at the perfect angle, sucking him deep on every stroke, allowing him to slide just beyond your cervix and into that spot that sends your voice into a fever pitch.Â
A choked sob escapes you as you rake your nails down his back, leaving red lines in your wake. The sting of it only sends him higher, and he sinks his teeth into the junction of your neck and shoulder to prevent himself from blowing too soon.Â
âRight there, Kakashi, right fucking thereââÂ
Right there, so deep within you that if he came right nowâÂ
He groans when he imagines what would happen, and it all ends with his baby in your belly and his family crest on your back. It shouldnât turn him on as much as it does, yet he fucks into you with purpose, nowâhard, deep, powerful thrusts that knock your headboard into the wall.Â
Kakashi knows exactly what that purpose is. The primal part of his brain wonât let him forget it.Â
âYes, just like that, fuck me, make me fucking yoursââÂ
He kisses you to shut you up, because if he hears another syllable, heâs sure to fill you to the brim. Itâs not a gentle kiss, not now. He holds your head in place with a firm grip on your jaw, shoves his tongue into your mouth to assert his control, and still, he recites his mantra.Â
Get her there, then pull out. Â
Get her there, then pull out. Â
Get her there, thenâ Â
You jerk your head away to gulp in a breath of fresh air, chest heaving from exertion, and Kakashiâs eyes sweep over your face for any sign of discomfort. What he finds is the opposite, and he drinks in the pleasured scrunch of your brows, the hazy flutter of your eyelids, the kiss-swollen state of your lips.Â
Seeing your muscles tense and strain as you struggle to keep your eyes on his is one of the most intimate things heâs ever experienced. Â
âCome inside me,â you beg, and he can hear the desperation there, see it written all over your pretty face. âI need it, I fucking need it, Kakashi, give me your cumââÂ
âIâll give it to you,â he chokes out. Anything for you. Anything you want.Â
The way your fingers wrench into his hair belies a hunger that matches his own, and you drag him down for another kiss, messy and insistent, demanding that he make good on his promise to pump you full. He can feel the ripple of your inner walls as you come undone, feel the painfully tight squeeze of your legs around his waist, holding him there, ensuring that he stays; and never in his life has he felt so overwhelmed. Â
He canât pull out. Not now. Not when youâre so willing to milk him dry.Â
Kakashi kisses you with everything that he is as he shoves himself impossibly deep inside of you, acting solely on instinct to drown your cervix in hot, sticky spend. He lets out a sound of pure male satisfaction that you eagerly swallow down, your tongue massaging his in tune with every erratic jerk of his hips as he empties himself inside of you, painting your insides white, marking you as his. Â
It feels good. It feels right.Â
Heâs too attached.Â
He doesnât care.Â
As he comes down from his high, all Kakashi can think about is how fucking risky it is, what heâs just done, which only ruins him more when the post-orgasm clarity finally hits.Â
Why the hell did he do that? Â
What the hell did he do?
Your thighs tremble and shake, a sign that heâs done his job well, though he feels no pride in itâjust a growing sense of panic. Â
He needs to go. He needs to go right now. Not tomorrow. Now. He needs to get the hell out of here and never look back, right fucking now. Â
Then he hears your quiet sob, and his heart leaps into his throat. Kakashi jerks his head down to look at you, and when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks, he actually does panic. Â
âDid Iâ Shit,â he quickly pulls out to check on you, more attentive than heâs ever been, âDid I hurt you?âÂ
It wouldnât be the first time heâs accidentally hurt a woman during sex, but he really should have taken it easier on you. He probably went too deep and hit your cervix a little too hard. Thatâs what usually tends to happen.Â
âNo,â you sniffle. âIâm fine. I just... I really missed you.âÂ
Fuck. Donât say that. Youâll make him want to stay. Â
His eyes soften as they trail over your features â the colour of your irises, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips â and he gently smooths your tears away with the backs of his fingers. âI didnât hurt you?âÂ
You shake your head and offer him a watery smile. âI also came really, really hard,â you add matter-of-factly, and he huffs out a relieved laugh. Itâs hormonal, then. âTheyâre happy tears, Kakashi. Calm down.âÂ
Teasing or not, someone telling him of all people to calm down is an otherworldly experience. The phrase lands strangely, and for the first time since he came to see you tonight, his thoughts quiet down to a dull background murmur.Â
Theyâre happy tears, you said.Â
Youâre happy with him.Â
Heâs happy with you, too. He doesnât want to go. Â
You frown, then, and lean up onto your elbows to look at him more closely. âWhatâs wrong?â Â
Kakashi canât be sure what you see in his expression to warrant that sort of question, but the fight finally leaves him. He sits back on his heels and drags a hand down his face, feeling defeated for a reason he canât explain. Â
âI was just...â Happy, for a moment. Happy to be with you. âWorried,â he finishes lamely. He canât look at you, not when he feels the heat of a blush creeping up his neck.Â
You laugh and turn him back towards you, gently cupping the side of his face. âOkay. Well, Iâm fine,â you pat his cheek in playful reprimand, âbut I am leaking all over my clean sheets, and itâs your fault, so...â Â
That draws his attention. When Kakashi sees the creamy mess spilling out of you, his flaccid cock twitches with interest even after he remembers why his stomach is in knots. Â
âWe shouldnât have done that,â he says hoarsely, transfixed by the sight.Â
He wants to do it again. Â
He shouldnât want to do it again. He feels fucking crazy for having done it once already, when the two of you arenât even in a relationship, let alone in any way prepared for a child. But again? A second time? Heâd have to be certifiably insane.Â
âItâs fine,â you reassure him, and Kakashi wonders how the hell you can possibly be taking it so in stride. He came a lot. Thereâs so much of it dripping out onto the sheets that itâs starting to create a small puddle under your ass, and thereâs even more inside of youâa lot more, judging by how hard he came.Â
It might take. It might seriously take, and you think itâs fine?Â
âYouâre doing it again,â you tell him, and his eyes snap back up to yours. Heâs in his head again, you mean. Then you chew your lip for a moment, hesitation evident, before you ask carefully, âYouâve been acting a little⊠off tonight. Is everything okay?â Â
Every single one of his instincts is telling him to run. Thatâs where this conversation always leads, but heâs not ready for it. Not yet. Maybe not ever.Â
He swallows thickly. âIâm fine.âÂ
When you frown at him, skeptical, Kakashi shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. Â
âOkay. I wonât pry. But, um, Iâm here. You know. If you ever need to talk.â You say it a little awkwardly, like you arenât sure if heâd be offended by the suggestion, and the worried crease between your brows only grows at whatever you see in his expression. âOr... Or not.âÂ
You laugh nervously, then, and shift away from him, only to wrinkle your nose when more of his cum oozes out of you. Â
Itâs cute. Youâre cute.Â
âYou said itâs fine. Why?â The question leaves him before he even thinks it through, but itâs too late, now. Â
âWhat?âÂ
This wasnât the first time heâs come inside of you, not by a long shot, but itâs certainly the riskiest. âI finished inside. Why arenât you more upset?âÂ
âWhat do you mean? You finish inside me all theââ Then you stop, and your brows shoot straight up onto your forehead. âWait, is this because of my birth control?â Â
âWell, itâs overdue, isnât it?â Â
You stare at him for a prolonged moment, and he can almost see the gears turning in your head. Then your nostrils flare. âAre you kidding me? You thought my birth control was overdue, and you stillââ Scandalised, you slap him on the arm. âKakashi!âÂ
Oh. Well. It must not be overdue yet, then.Â
Of course you wouldnât let him come inside if there was a chance that you might conceive. Heâs a fucking idiot.Â
âThatâs so bad! What if you actually got me pregnant?âÂ
A lick of heat shoots up his spine upon hearing you give voice to whatâs been on his mind all night. Kakashi stares at you, wide eyed, and blushes all the way to the tips of his ears. Â
You study his face for a moment, before you purse your lips, looking a little troubled. Or pissed off. He canât really tell. âI mean... Did you want to get me pregnant?âÂ
âNo,â he rushes to say, his cheeks burning hot because yes, he did, but not for real. âNo. Not at all. Iâm sorry, I wasnât thinking, and...â Â
How the hell is he supposed to explain himself? Neither of you are exactly vanilla, youâve explored a number of kinks together, but this is something else entirely. Then again, a breeding kink would make the most sense out of any, considering it stems from a biological urge to procreate.Â
But would you even believe him if he said he only gets off to the fantasy of it, and not the reality? Because if a woman ever said that to him, heâd run away as fast as he could.Â
A sly smile tugs at your lips, then, a knowing smile, and Kakashi quickly averts his eyes to the window, embarrassed.Â
âYou like it, donât you?â you hum, seductively walking your fingers along his shoulders. âYou like the idea of knocking me up.âÂ
Refusing to look at you, Kakashi clears his throat, trying to ignore the arousal that comes on from your suggestive tone, never mind the words you speak in it. âI donât know what youâre talking about.âÂ
âNo?â The sheets rustle as you reposition yourself, and then, when your fingers delicately wrap around his cock, he inhales sharply and bites the inside of his cheek. âThen why are you so hard?â Â
And he is, too. Heâs already fully erect and ready for another round, and he knows that thereâs no way to lie his way out of it anymore. As you start to work your hand over him in slow, sensual strokes, up and down, coaxing the answer out of him, his head drops back.Â
âBecause,â he rasps. Â
The sheets shift again, and then you crawl into his lap. He welcomes you gladly, splaying his hand over your lower back to steady you, though he still canât face you. Heâs too embarrassed.Â
âBecause why?â you ask breathlessly. Kakashi lets out a pleasured sigh as you kiss and suck your way up the side of his neck, stroking him steadily, before you purr into his ear, âBecause you want to give me a baby?âÂ
A soft sound of approval rips out of his throat, and his cock twitches into your palm. âDonâtâDonât say that,â he pleads.Â
âHm? Why not?âÂ
To hell with it. No sense in hiding it anymore. âBecause I might actually do it.âÂ
âYeah?â Your teeth tug playfully at his earlobe before you pull back to look at him, and Kakashi finally wills himself to meet your sultry gaze, humiliated though he is. âYou know,â you muse, âI donât like condoms for a reason. Do you know why?âÂ
The breath leaves his lungs with a whoosh.
Oh, he should have known. Youâre just as filthy as he is. Of course youâd have a breeding kink, too, though heâs exceedingly grateful that youâd kept it to yourself until now. Youâve never been shy about sharing the things you enjoy, which means you probably figured out how heâd react. Thatâs the only explanation.Â
He likes that you understand him as well as you do.Â
He likes you.
âI think I might be able to guess,â Kakashi says knowingly, a smile playing at his lips. When he leans in to kiss you again, all he can think is: maybe itâs not a bad thing to be too attached.Â
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Snippet #1:
âYou said it was overdue,â Kakashi tells you.Â
âNo, I said I needed to make an appointment,â you correct, and he can see that youâre struggling not to laugh. âI still have, like, a week left on it. I just didnât think Iâd be able to get an appointment that soon. It doesnât hurt to be careful.âÂ
While you cook breakfast for the two of you, Kakashi wraps his arms around your waist from behind and traces the shell of your ear with his tongue. âAnd what if I donât want to be careful?â Â
He feels the shiver wrack your body, but then you do laugh at him. âDown, boy. Three rounds wasnât enough for you?âÂ
âOh, I donât know...â Kakashi pulls you back against him, allowing you to feel the answer for yourself. âYou tell me.âÂ
â
Snippet #2:
Kakashi hides his face in your pillow, feeling distinctly vulnerable without his mask. âDonât tease me,â he groans, muffled. âI have a delicate constitution.âÂ
You cackle at his discomfort, like the cruel woman you are. âYou donât have to tell me if you donât want to. But Iâm really, really curious.â Then you hum thoughtfully. âDo you want to know one of mine?âÂ
He shifts his head just enough to reveal one curious eye.Â
You squirm a little, then, like youâre finally starting to realise exactly how embarrassing this is to talk about. âI, um...â A pause. âSo, you know how...â Another pause, and you take a deep breath. âOkay. I like to imagine that I'm being used toâto repopulate a clan, I guess. Just, over and over. Lots of kids. But not for real.âÂ
He feels another jolt of arousal at your admission.Â
Looks like youâre on the same page, then.Â
Then Kakashi leans up onto his elbow to regard you properly, and then he lifts an eyebrow, as if to point out how closely that particular fantasy hits to home.Â
Thatâs when you seem to realise who youâre talking to â the sole remaining member of a clan that could probably stand to be repopulated â and your eyes go wide, before you nearly trip over yourself to add, âItâIt has nothing to do with your clan, specifically, Kakashi, itâs justââÂ
âA fantasy,â he finishes for you, amused.Â
 You worry your lip between your teeth and nod.Â
âWell,â Kakashi says, considering his answer for a moment, âI might have imagined that, too. Specifically.â Then he gives you a roguish grin, intending to pay you back in kind for your teasing. âHow many children do you think would be enough for my clan to be sufficiently repopulated, hm? Iâm thinking eight.âÂ
Mortified, you bury your face in your hands. âOh my god! Eight?âÂ
Paybackâs a bitch. âWell, I was originally going to say ten, butââÂ
When you squeal in embarrassment and yank the blankets over your head, Kakashi barely manages to stifle a laugh. Â
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